Chapter 1662: Live for death

In the bloodiest and most tragic battle of Zelaya, more than the Second Guards Brigade arrived near the battlefield and stood still. Another unit sneaked into the enemy's control area across the front.
Covered by the shadows of the hills at night, the twin sisters, Irene and Ellie, appeared in San Miguel, fifty kilometers north of Zelaya, wearing special armor and wearing special armor. This is where the second Armoured Division camp of the 'Mexico Front' attacked Zelaya.
However, when dozens of T45Ds crossed tens of kilometers of mountain roads, the target was not the enemy command that was threatening the corps defense line, nor was it a long-range artillery group that was arrogantly firing and violating Zelaya. .
The equipment of the Aurora Corps is at a disadvantage. To win, you must use the system to fight. The artillery was inferior to others, and the air force was used to kill the other artillery. With few advanced fighters, the modified Biplane Yun-5 can only be used as a ground attack aircraft.
Kaiyun-5 is as easy as driving a car. The Legion has a large number of Yun-5 and fast pilots. Can really let the modified Yun-5 flew away, the enemy's anti-aircraft fire will easily knock these stupid birds down.
And who is allowed to deal with the enemy's air defense firepower?
That can only send special combat personnel.
Irene wore Zhou Qingfeng's mechanical exoskeleton, wearing optical camouflage, lying on a wasteland two kilometers away from the enemy camp. The skull helmet's virtual screen shows any wind and grass around her, and in front of her is the 'dog meat' moving forward.
Three hundred meters behind Irene was Ellie and the special squadron, but there was a slight noise around her, and the five big and thickest horses were lying on the ground and squeezed.
"I smell a smell." Marcos sniffed the air with his two big nostrils, trying to keep his voice down. "I hate this smell."
The mutant's voice is too big, no matter how low it is in the open and quiet field, it's harsh. Irene scolded angrily: "Big guy, shut up for me."
Marco was quite annoyed, shaking his sarcoma-headed head and saying, "You have to be careful of the guard soldiers in front of me. I feel that the stench comes from those soldiers."
There are mobile whistle outside the enemy's camp, and guards driving or walking appear from time to time. Whenever they show up, the "dog meat" who is advancing is lying on his back, motionless. And Irene, observing from the rear, noticed that these guards were different.
This is probably the ‘third-generation mutant’ that the senior executives from Inkley sent a warning.
Marcos is a first-generation mutant who has attacked Havana. The above two human variants have all kinds of defects, but the guards in the Irene telescope look nothing special. They seem to be no different from ordinary people.
It's just that these guards are particularly sensitive, and any wind and grass move will attract their attention. With the speed of the mechanical exoskeleton and the stealth of the optical camouflage, Irene was able to reach a distance of one or two kilometers from the enemy's guard, but she was far from the air defense position in the enemy's camp.
"We don't have time." Marco Shih grumbled from behind, what he wanted to say was actually this sentence, "The commander ordered that the attack must be launched on time."
Zhou Qingfeng's order was seen by Marcos as an imperishable imperative, and must be completed without compromise.
Irene was shocked: "We are at least one kilometer away from the enemy's outermost sentinel. As soon as you run out, you will be found by night vision, and then the enemy's heavy machine gun can easily kill you all in half. On the road. "
But Marcos said indifferently: "The attacking fleet is already on the way. If we don't kill the enemy's air defenses, those stupid birds modified by transport aircraft should not try to complete the mission. The enemy's artillery and Command, the entire battle will fail. "
Irene looked at Mark Shi with an idiot's gaze. Although she was still fighting on the front line, the girl already regarded herself as a superior. She doesn't want to take any more risky actions, nor will she make fun of her own life like Marcos.
"The attacking fleet may suffer heavy losses, but you will really die." Irene said in a low-pitched tone.
But Marco still didn't care, "Queretaro is dead, Zelaya is dead, and here will soon be dead, almost everywhere. We are mutants, and we have no fear of death."
After Marco Shi grinned, he waved behind him, and a group of mutants belonging to Zhou Qingfeng's guard emerged from the wild. They ran at a fast speed, crossed Irene's security detection line, and rushed to the enemy's guard post.
Seeing that his companions approached the target alternately with cover formations, Marco Shi did not stay in place. He yelled at Irene with his ugly mouth: "The chief gave me this task, not because it was easy, but precisely because it was difficult."
"And because of the difficulty, you need to be a mutant." Then, Marco Shi himself rushed forward. After catching up with his companion and entering the command position, he even roared, "muting, living for death."
In the quiet night, the sound was like the ice burst, and it was exciting, like an electric current flowing on the skin. Irene was shocked by the goosebumps, and the whole person was shocked.
Mutants are fast, but no matter how fast they can hide their huge size and prominent infrared features. The charge from Marcos and others immediately triggered the alarm of the enemy guards, and a light armored vehicle patrolling inside the camp rushed out.
Seeing the emergence of the armored vehicle, the mutant who was in the front of the vehicle immediately lay down and harassed him with weapons. The mutant on the other side was half-kneeling and grabbed an individual missile. But all this is too late ...
The armored vehicle's cannon has spewed a glowing light chain, and with a few corrections, it will sweep over several lying mutants. As the leader, Marco Shi was among them, but this guy did not fear, and continued to use his heavy machine gun to attract the opponent's attention.
Irene's heart had to stop suddenly at this moment, and she knew that if Marco Shi really died, she would definitely be scolded when she went back. This is the most trusted guard around the legion leader. Mutants are stupid, but they are loyal enough.
Just when the light chain is about to be drawn to Marcos. With a snoring sound, Irene felt a strong air flow passing over her head. She turned her head and looked back in fright. The loud noise came from a guy wearing a T-45D and operating a 20mm sniper gun.
Richard, the legion's number one shooter, and a sniper instructor. This time he led the team in person, and the sniper gun modified by the machine gun in his hand was the strongest fire support of the special operations team. The tungsten-alloy armor-piercing projectile he fired was specially made, specifically for thin-skinned targets such as light armored vehicles. The long gun barrels flew up, and the acupoints usually made them instantly dumb.
Following the sniper gun was a single missile, but it was not launched by a mutant, but also from behind Irene. The missile was ready when the mutant rushed forward, and when the armored vehicle rushed out, it was launched, which can be said to be the fastest response support firepower in the special operations team.
A missile directly struck the armored vehicle, and a blast of sparks wrapped it. Behind this missile, the entire special operations team began to clean up the enemy's defenses with accurate and lethal firepower. Everything seemed to suddenly open the gates of in the night, spitting the flames of steel.
The missile was fired by the old Harris, who was originally in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but is now under Special Operations Command. The veteran rushed past Irene in a T-45D, shouting ...
"Fight, little girl. Don't you feel bloody? Marsh is right. Those of us are born to die. I have decided that this sentence will be my life maxim.
For the same robe, for honor, for victory, for death! "