Putting down the binoculars in his hand, Burrison squinted at the wonders of the Demon Realm in front of him. The plain in front of you can be described as magnificent, but the scene in front of you is not suitable for appreciation.

The corpses of demon dogs are spread all over the plain, and you don't need to count them to know that there are more than 300,000 of them. These demon dogs were paralyzed on the ground, and some of them were not completely dead.

The retreating demons used their magic to spawn these low-level magical creatures, hoping that they would break off and hinder the pursuit of Elanhill's forces.

It's just that such efforts are really a bit futile, and the demon dogs that have been attacked by genetic bombs have now completely lost their ferocious combat effectiveness.

The wilderness was littered with corpses, full of demonic birds looking for carrion, and the whimpering sound of dying demon dogs mixed with the terrible cries of strange birds made everyone shudder.

This is the real hell, this is what the demon world should be. It's just that all this happened after the human attack started, so there was a smell of irony everywhere.

"Air Force reconnaissance shows...... Directly in front of us, at the end of this plain, at the edge of the jungle, there was a small town ......" a platoon commander said, tapping on a tablet with a poor signal.

"Let the soldiers get on the armored car and turn on the three-proof system...... Crossing this damn place as fast as we could, we stopped at the edge of town! Burrison frustrated pointed in the direction ahead, and gave the order to move on.

"Start the chariot! All the people pedaling! The platoon commander turned around and shouted an order to the resting troops behind him.

The soldiers wearing the powered exoskeleton easily stood up from the ground, and one by one they stepped into the infantry fighting vehicles that were waiting for them.

These new infantry fighting vehicles are newly designed, after all, if you want to let these large fighters with a height of more than two meters into their combat vehicles, the original ordinary infantry fighting vehicles are obviously not possible.

So these vehicles are taller and larger than normal infantry fighting vehicles, and they carry fewer soldiers.

In terms of establishment, heavy armored grenadiers are also fundamentally different from traditional grenadiers. An ordinary grenadier is a combat unit of an infantry squad with one infantry fighting vehicle, while a heavy grenadier unit is a standard combat infantry squad with two infantry fighting vehicles.

This is equivalent to doubling the number of armored vehicles of an original infantry tank battalion, increasing the firepower by a large margin, and of course consuming more ammunition and requiring more logistical supplies.

Thankfully, the appearance of the Floating Magic Array can allow wheeled infantry fighting vehicles to have both heavy armor and large size.

However, in order to cope with the battlefield situation and the increase in size, Alan Hill still chose a 10-wheel standard chassis as the standard equipment of the new wheeled infantry fighting vehicle.

Burrison also turned and slipped into his armored command vehicle, and only opened the mask on his face when the air quality display inside showed "normal".

There was still a faint smell of gasoline in the air, and in the slightly bumpy infantry fighting vehicle, a few soldiers holding weapons could not see the slightest nervousness on their faces.

They are all battle-hardened warriors, and they have long passed that moment of surprise. They used the palms of exoskeletons wrapped in metal joints to tear open sealed food bags and enjoy the latest military ration supplies.

"It must not smell good outside?" The commander in charge of the weapon platform turned around and chatted with Burrison, who had lowered his head to check the status of the entire infantry company.

Everyone is already very familiar with it, and no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car look dull when this is not a battle.

"I guess it's similar to the smell in the logistics supply and laundry room." Burrison didn't look up, staring at the monitor on his wrist and teasing.

"Hahahaha." The three GIs with their weapons all laughed, but they knew how strong it was to smell a battalion of men's socks in a room.

Several people laughed unscrupulously and let the tires of the armored car go. Crushing the rotting corpses of the demon dogs, which were already about the same as the mud.

It is said that it is a command vehicle, but in fact, because the volume of the electronic communication device is constantly compressed, this command vehicle is not much different from other infantry combat vehicles. It's just that it's equipped with more expensive communication equipment, and it has two thicker communication antennas on the outside.

Similarly, due to the development and progress of equipment, the functions of the signal corps equipped by traditional troops have also undergone obvious changes.

Rather than saying that there is a signal corps in the company, it is more reasonable to call them information processing support corps.

These Signal Soldiers carry server modules that ensure communication and information exchange, but they have reduced their ammunition and relinquished most of their load to the magic crystals that keep the servers running.

"We're already on the edge of coverage...... Sir. The signal soldier, who was sitting across from Burrison, looked at the warning icon on his helmet display that was constantly flashing, and opened his mouth to warn.

"About 5 kilometers, can it be supported?" Burrison also didn't want his troops to be unable to obtain battlefield information and call for timely air strikes, so he asked.

"It should be okay...... Once there, find a higher place and assume a good signal receiver. The signal soldier thought for a moment and replied.

"Then there's no problem...... Burrison nodded slightly, and pressed the intercom to switch to the company's general channel: "Rear team!" Be vigilant...... You're a little too far back! ”

"The car of the logistics support detachment broke down! Sir! We had to slow down and wait for them to catch up! Inside the headphones, the platoon commander of the 3rd row behind the palace reported helplessly.

"Alright! I'm Burrison! The whole team stops moving! Stop moving forward! The support detachment of His Royal Highness is in trouble! Burrison didn't want to leave his allies full of rations and ammunition on the side of the road and act alone, so he immediately gave the order.

With this order, the entire fleet of armored vehicles was suspended. Burrison buckled up his helmet and reminded the people in the car through the channel: "I'm going to get out of the car, you'd better put on your masks, otherwise you may die of the smell of corpses." ”

After everyone put on their masks, he pressed the wrench on the armored hatch next to him, and in an instant, a depressurized air rushed into the car, and the air began to become slightly turbid.

Burrison frowned and looked at the muddy ground outside the car door, the black blood had long since dried up, and the rotten flesh had been crushed by the passing wheels.

He looked at his calves and feet, which were very fully protected by the exoskeleton, and looked at the iron-shelled combat boots, which were still clean, and for a while he didn't even think about whether to get out of the car or not......

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Today's state is not very good, and the second shift will be made up tomorrow morning, so I can't stay up all night...... Excuse me.

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