Chapter 93 (1/2)

On October 2, 2172, Qingqing

to be honest, the planet is no longer suitable for human habitation, starting from the moment maozi did something stupid in Paris.

However, this kind of petty complaint has no meaning for my identity. But it's a good thing to complain. The people in the 21 companies next door can't even complain now. I remember Daniel, that young man, always liked to aim at other people's eggs and shoot eggs, and boasted about his own shooting skills. As a result, after the battle in Berlin, he was so bombed that his DNA could not be found.

This damn guy still owes me a drink, damn it!

Fire on the enemy, fire on the priest, and pray.

Every day is like hell. Although we have air superiority, CCCP's firepower is too fierce. And they finally broke through their hypocrisy and began to use nuclear weapons. Good guy, now everyone's lives are devalued, 10 dollars? Maybe even less.

No, we have to push forward to Frankfurt tomorrow. It is said that missile wells are being built there. I hope we can make it in time.

God bless, victory belongs to NATO.

On October 3, 2172, my team set out with tanks, then launched a strong attack on Fort 141 in Frankfurt, destroyed air defense missiles, and then called for air strikes to bomb the missile well.

But it seems that things have changed a bit? My team has received a special mission. God bless me. I hope my foreboding is wrong.

October 6, 2172, unknown?

It's hard to imagine. I'm on space station X12. We'll be in the airdrop module in half an hour. The destination is Wanghai city in PAC?

Damn it. Writing in space is really troublesome.

On October 6, 2172, Yin (BU)

I remember looking at the pictures of Wanghai city before the war. It seems to be a very beautiful place? But now it looks like Paris, at least along the coastline and downtown. Our Marines will launch a beach landing from the coast, while we will infiltrate the enemy's hinterland through orbital airdrops to mark strategic targets. Guide the space-based weapon ”staff of God” to shoot.

Particle shield generator, air defense missile, electromagnetic turret. The nuclear power plant, in short, marks everything that could be destroyed.

Sounds simple?

Maybe, though I had a rare shiver as the airdrop module passed through the radiation cloud.

October 7, 2172, Yin

hell. This is a hell.

PAC soldiers are everywhere. Are there armored vehicles, tanks, or even solitary people all over the place? It's a complete mess.

It's crazy. Now as soon as the electromagnetic shielding is removed, the power armor will have to be stuck for a while. Radiation and snipers are everywhere. We can only rely on sign language now. We all act like dumb people. How many bombs have been detonated here? Or did EMP never stop?

I'm only worried about that. The communication from the command is not received at all.

This is very important! If you lose the team, October 8, 2172. Rain

bad weather, rain is not a good thing at this time.

Today we almost had a fight with our own people. you 're right. Across the street, no one can see who, and the communication device is in a state of failure.

Fortunately, when the crisis was over, PAC's tanks helped us identify them, and we solved the problem together.

They were from the Marine Corps, and they lost contact shortly after landing. According to the instructions on the offline map, they should have joined the other brothers of the 11th regiment here, but it seems that they have become the only guys of the 11th regiment to get here.

Lucky guy.

I asked them to join our mission temporarily. They didn't even have anti tank weapons. If they stayed here, they would be dead. Why don't you come with us.

With the support of light infantry, our vision will also be broadened. After all, radio life detection devices are no longer available, and no signal can be received after the electromagnetic shielding is turned on.

On October 9, 2172, overcast

it seems that there is a cloudy day except for rainy days? Damn it.

The fighting has been going on for three days. Fortunately, these buildings in the city center are of good quality. Even after being washed several times, buildings that can serve as shelters can still be found. We kept fighting with PAC people, and our people were gradually visible in the city center. It's a good thing. Maybe we'll win the last day?

When we saw the tungsten rod bomb falling from the sky smashed the particle shield generator, we almost cheered for victory.

Soon after, however, we briefly resumed communication.

Our staff of God is occupied by PAC's space special forces?

The Fifth Fleet suffered heavy damage?

Retreat? Lost?

Hell, how can my TMD get out of the city center?

October 10, 2172. It's probably cloudyI'm the only one left.

James still doesn't seem to work. Acre's crazy. (cross out)

are PAC soldiers kind to me? It's not bad. I thought I'd be beaten first and then my limbs would be broken and then I'd be killed.

But it doesn't seem to be?

The soldiers of PAC have strong binding force, and almost no one will disobey the orders of the commander. Although the yellow skin that pulled me out - the monkey seems to want to cut off my head? But he didn't do it in the end.

That gnashing eyes I am very familiar with, as if I want to tear me apart.

I can understand. Maybe we went too far in some school? But it's not my fault. Although I'm a devout believer, my soldiers need to relieve the pressure. Maybe I should stop that Georgia guy's proposal? Forget it. Who cares? Everybody's dead.

I was pushed into a truck loaded with prisoners of war, and there were a lot of people on it who were as disheartened as I was.

Fortunately, they didn't confiscate my diary. Otherwise, I might go crazy.

it's important to keep a diary, yes, it's important.

I tried not to annoy the dwarf who was holding us. He's already shot two bad guys.

On October 15, 2172, it seems that we were taken far away from the front line. There are many mountains, many tunnels and some factories built underground.

Seeing this, I was generally settled down, because I must have no chance to go back. Exchange prisoners of war? Oh, will you let me go when I see these?

The people on the bus were divided into two groups. One is north, another is south.

I had a hunch that some of them might die. of course. We're all going to die, but I pray that I don't die too ugly.

After coming to the underground base, our faces were quickly branded with a bar code, and we got our own beds.

Well, this place is kind of like a concentration camp.

Fortunately. My diary hasn't been confiscated.

November 17, 2172. The weather on the surface of the earth is unknown. We haven't seen sunshine for a long time. Is there still a war out there? Or is the war over? Of course, we're ”dead” and I'm afraid we won't be able to go home even if the war is over.

It's not hard work, but it's a bit boring and I have to be beaten.

Someone tried to escape, but was apparently killed. We seem to be locked up with death row inmates. The one who sleeps on my upper bunk is a political and political prisoner. He is very thin. He didn't have much hair. He talked to me in English. Ask me if I believe in God.

I said I didn't believe it, or I had.

He didn't care and continued to talk to me about other issues. To be honest, I'm disgusted with issues such as consciousness form or political opinions.

But the more he talked, the more he took the trouble?

Thank God, he was killed before long.

On November 21, 2172, the dead were dragged out every day and the living were brought in every day.

Maybe the war is coming to an end? After all, there are fewer familiar faces, but more yellow ones are brought in.