Chapter 669: identifying

Among the heavy-armored grenadier crowd stationed in a human position not far away, Burrison saw the friendly identification signal suddenly appeared in the trench controlled by the demon, and his expression was obviously taken aback.

He frowned, looked at the weird friendly signal, then clicked on the signal, and the computer began to analyze the authenticity of the signal.

A few seconds later, the computer retrieved the identity card of the identification signal from the battlefield database: "Air Force reconnaissance plane pilot... Captain rank... About 17 hours ago, he disappeared during a reconnaissance mission in the Devildom. ..."

"This is a trap..." Burrison put down the tablet monitor on his arm and looked at his men next to him: "The devil is making a ghost! They are going to use our friendly identification signals to lure us into a ceasefire..."

"Then what shall we do?" The machine gunner who was shooting at the enemy's position with a 10mm-caliber heavy armored grenadier machine gun, turned his face and asked his captain.

Burrison sneered and pointed to the demon position in front of him: "Keep firing! Hit all the bullets you can find! Let them know that we are great!"

"Okay!" The machine gunner turned his head triumphantly, pressed on the **** of the huge and heavy machine gun, aimed at the smoky enemy position on the opposite side, and pulled the trigger again.

"Suddenly!" The heavy gunfire sounded again, and the large-caliber machine gun bullet hit the reinforced concrete fortifications, splashing a piece of scattered flying debris.

"Let them know who we are!" Accompanied by the roar of the machine gun, the slender bullet chain was drawn into the machine gun, turned into fragmented bullet chain fragments and bullet shells, and fell under the feet of the machine gunner.

The tracer bullet rushed into the white smoke splashed by the bullet, bashing the demon army on the opposite side to disgrace, and even dared not even poked his head out and glanced at the human position.

"Call! Call! You are the commander of the friendly force closest to the source of the signal, the initiator of the distress signal, requesting a real-time call with you." Burrison was leaning on the trench, looking at the machine gun's blow through the binoculars, suddenly the headset There was such a cold reminder.

He was visibly taken aback, and then he saw an icon of caller ID on his visor projection display. He swiped his finger on the operation panel of the tablet computer, and the communication request was connected.

"I'm Captain Carla, pilot commander of b-52 reconnaissance aircraft No. 1196...I'm on the position you are attacking now...Casefire! I beg you to stop the attack immediately!" An unfamiliar voice came from the headset.

"Ha, I'm sorry, I'm Captain Burrison of the Army Heavy Armored Grenadier, I need to verify your identity..." Burrison looked like he was doing business, but he didn't order his men to stop their ferocious attacks.

"Damn! Damn! You are firing at me! Captain Burrison! I beg you to pause the attack! Pause!" The opposite side was obviously suppressed by the fierce firepower, and the voice of his words was annoyed.

"Please provide the corresponding identification code according to the battlefield identification steps..." Burrison smiled disdainfully, teasing the very unhappy voice on the other side.

"#67941153...damn it! I didn't die by the devil's knife, but I was going to die in your hands." The voice in the headset provided the identification code, and the computer quickly gave the analysis result: "Audio signal It conforms to the past communication records and confirms that he is Air Force Captain Cara..."

"I x..." Burrison's eyes widened. He had never heard of such a thing as a pilot who was shot down by a demon could come back alive.

In the next second, he hurriedly shouted to his men: "Stop fire! Stop fire! Stop shooting! Stop fire!"

Because of inertia, it took about two or three seconds before the gunfire on the entire human front fell silent. In Burrison’s earphones, the voice of the voice was obviously better: "Thanks...thank you! Burrison Captain... I'm still alive, and my crew members, we are all alive... The devil didn't kill us, this is absolutely true."

"What you said is incredible, I don't know how to deal with this kind of thing..." Burrison replied into the phone: "You know, it has never happened before that a demon captures human beings..."

"I know. I know." The captive captain of the Air Force, Captain Cara, also knew this kind of thing, and continued: "They plan to put us back... This is ordered by one of their senior officers... You, you guys. Can you cover us and return to your position?"

"Sir...this may be a trap, it may be...the devil's trick...they may pretend to be our people and enter our trenches before..." one of Burrison's lieutenants persuaded.

"Do you think it's possible?" Burrison interrupted his subordinates: "They just came over a few people... Even if they are all demons, what impact can they have on our defense?"

Of course there will be no impact, because they have hundreds of heavy armored grenadiers here. Even if you can't repel the devil, the retreat can still be done.

Because of the real-time intelligence push from the battlefield computer, they all know that their fleet has launched a fierce attack on the demon forces from the flanks. These demons occupy one more line of defense, and one less line of defense is no longer important.

"You can come here! But wait a few minutes!" Burrison comforted Captain Cara, and then switched the communication channel: "Let the heavy armored units come over and cover us... In addition, there is important information that needs to be reported to General Medias!"

"Understood...Two Type 99 tanks will arrive in your battle area soon. In addition, your report has been uploaded. Please wait patiently for the classification and processing of the central processing unit." Inside the headset, the sound of the machine rang, which made people very uncomfortable. Peace of mind.

"We will suspend the attack..." Burrison switched back to the communication channel and opened his mouth to command the captive captain in the enemy camp: "In order to ensure the safety of your lives, please be patient."

"Do you think they will bring some viruses that we don't know about?" a young soldier suddenly reminded him.

"..." Everyone in the trench was silent for a moment, and then almost at the same moment, they all controlled their power exoskeleton and entered a sealed three-defense state.

"Be careful! These demons are not kind guys!" After checking his rifle and confirming that the ammunition inside was sufficient, Burrison reminded his men loudly: "When the tank comes over, follow me! "