Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

"The soldiers of Zen are coming. Fight back. Fight back quickly."

"The Iron Battalion, it's the Iron Battalion of the Jeko Group!"

"My hand, ah ah ah! My arm is gone. Has anyone seen my arm?"

"I can't fight. I can't fight at all. If I don't run, I'll die. I really will die. I don't want to die!"

The whole barracks was in chaos, with cries, screams, and gunfire.

Sivawen's eyes widened. He felt that the barracks were on fire and explosions everywhere, and bullets whizzed by.

Boom!

Suddenly, a shell fell, and the group of veterans who had bullied him just now were in the center of the shell explosion.

Accompanied by a violent roar, the veterans disappeared in an instant, and instead, there was a big pit with burnt smoke, and human body parts were scattered around.

A piece of intestine flew to Sivawen's neck. The pungent smell of blood made his body tremble violently and uncontrollably, and dense goose bumps appeared on his skin.

Sivawen was stunned for more than ten seconds, and then his body suddenly shuddered. Hearing the screams coming from all around, the human instinct for survival made him crawl and roll into the big pit that was just blown out by the shells.

As soon as he got into the pit, he saw hundreds of soldiers being forced by officers, holding their weapons tremblingly, trying to fight back.

"Are there any survivors? Pick up your guns. Anyone who dares to escape will be shot."

The officer shouted loudly, gathering the fleeing soldiers, and there was a supervisory team behind him, forcing the soldiers to fight.

Sivawen didn't dare to breathe, he had no intention of going out at all.

The cruel battlefield had already scared him to death.

Moreover, he saw that among those soldiers, there were old soldiers who had bullied him. He wished they were dead, so he would never fight for them.

So Sivawen lay motionless in the pit, and it was not easy to find him in the dark.

The group of Siamese soldiers moved forward cautiously, searching for the enemy in the dark.

Little did they know that their every move was being watched by the eyeworms in the sky.

The reconnaissance eyeworm was clearer than any night vision equipment currently equipped by humans. It hovered hundreds of meters in the air, and the information was synchronized to the genetic warrior who controlled it.

A few kilometers away, a genetic warrior carrying a 150mm mortar squatted down, grabbed a shell and stuffed it into the muzzle.

The shells slid freely in the barrel, fired the bottom firing pin, and then whizzed out of the muzzle and fired rapidly.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The shells fell rapidly, accurately landing several kilometers away, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the broken limbs and arms were scattered around. Those injured by shrapnel fell to the ground and wailed.

This group of Siamese soldiers were stunned by the explosion. Before the smoke of the bombardment dissipated, heavy footsteps came from the front, and the unique sound of the motor turning after the Gatling gun opened fire.

Hiss!

The next moment, a three-meter-tall Steel Battalion Genetic Warrior covered in steel alloy appeared.

He held a Gatling gun, the muzzle of which was spinning at high speed and spewing flames, tearing the flesh and blood in front of him.

The Siamese soldiers were like fallen wheat, shot down by dense bullets.

The only counterattack, a few bullets, had no effect on the biological colonization suits, and were directly bounced off.

The morale of the Siamese soldiers collapsed at once, and they turned around in panic, running away, shouting, and crying.

Including officers and supervisors, seeing the appearance of the Steel Battalion Genetic Warriors, they also turned around and ran.

Obviously, some of their soldiers were carrying rocket launchers and individual anti-tank missiles, which were weapons that could threaten the Steel Battalion Genetic Warriors.

But no matter how good the weapons are, they rely on people to use them.

The quality of the Siamese army made them unable to withstand such a cruel battlefield environment.

After being rushed by the Steel Battalion Genetic Warriors, the only thought left in their minds was to run away to survive, and there was no idea of ​​fighting to the death at all.

But the speed of escape is far slower than that of bullets. The Gatling gun has a high firing rate, and the tracer bullets mixed with it draw a chain of fire in the night, like a red whip, whipping down the fleeing Siamese soldiers one by one.

No one can escape the punishment of Gatling guns. Abandoning weapons and running away will end their lives faster.

Sivawen quietly witnessed this scene, and felt that his blood was about to freeze.

He had always heard about the horror of the Iron Battalion, which was said to be able to fight one against a hundred. In the past, he had no intuitive impression.

But today, he understood the horror of the Iron Battalion's gene warriors. The rumors were not exaggerated at all, and even one against a hundred was still modest. Fighting against a weak army like the Siamese army, this number could still rise sharply.

A few minutes later, when the gunfire stopped, there was no living person standing at the scene.

The feet of the gene warrior holding the Gatling gun were full of shells, and the cold metal mecha was blackened a little. He shook off the loose soil on his body, and suddenly a shouting curse came from the earphone. It was the voice of his company commander Wen Yangchun.

"Shi Genshang, damn Shi Genshang, who told you to kill them all? Have you forgotten what I told you to do before?"

Shi Genshang scratched the back of his head and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Captain, I didn't expect these Siamese soldiers to be so cowardly. They ran away as soon as they saw me, and I killed them without paying attention. But I didn't kill them all, it seems there is still one alive."

While speaking, Shi Genshang glanced at the crater.

Hiding here, holding a half-dead body to cover his body, Sivawen, who was pretending to be dead, was so scared that his body stiffened and his heart stopped.

Just when Siwawen thought he could not escape death, the Iron Battalion genetic warrior did not kill him, as if he did not notice his presence, and looked away again.

"Hurry up and come back as a team, the battle is over."

Company Commander Cao Yangchun's voice came through the headset. Shi Genshang responded and turned around to leave.

Shivan still did not dare to move, although he could not hear the sound of gunfire from other places, and the entire military camp was silent, as if the fighting had stopped.

But Siwavin, who was frightened by the genetic warriors of the Iron Battalion, kept hiding like this until more than an hour later.

After not hearing any movement for an hour, Siwawen pushed aside the half-dead body on his body and carefully got out of the cannon pit.

What he saw was a bloody corpse lying on the ground, which was too horrible to see.

The weapons used by the genetic warriors of the Iron Battalion were severely overpowered for humans. When hit on a human body, there was almost no injury.

Siwawen was horrified and frightened. He didn't see any living people. He didn't know if they were all dead or had escaped. There were ruins and crackling sounds of flames everywhere, as well as a large number of fragmented corpses.

Before, he didn't feel anything due to the surge of adrenaline, but now he was blown by the cold wind, and the smell of blood wafted between his nose. He bent over and vomited on the spot, as if he wanted to spit out all the stomach acid.

Afraid of encountering the Steel Battalion again, Siwawen wiped the corners of his mouth, not daring to stay in this hellish military camp for a moment, and fled here like crazy.

He didn't know whether to report everything that happened here to his superiors, or to become a complete deserter. He only knew that he never wanted to experience a war again, he wanted to live.

Under night!

The two companies of the Steel Battalion that had just completed the attack on Sankar Camp dispersed and broke into pieces to avoid being too conspicuous and suffering retaliatory bombing and missile strikes from the enemy.

In the past six months, the Steel Battalion has undergone expansion, from four companies to eight companies, and the number of genetic warriors has doubled from one hundred to two hundred now.

Cao Yangchun, commander of the third company of the Steel Battalion, came to an abandoned mine alone.

In this mine, Miao Lun, the battalion commander of the Steel Battalion, has been waiting for a long time. He is talking to a middle-aged man at this time.

This middle-aged man has sharp eyes and is wearing a special military uniform, which is more like an exoskeleton insect shell than clothes.

They felt the aura of the same kind in this person, and he seemed to be a genetic warrior as well.

"Boss, the mission is completed."

Cao Yangchun walked up to Miao Lun and reported the mission. Not long ago, his two companies, the Third Company and the Eighth Company, with a total of more than fifty soldiers from the Steel Battalion, destroyed the entire Sanka Army Camp and caused a massacre.

"Are you keeping all alive?"

Miao Lun stood up and turned his eyes to the two of them.

"Some Siamese soldiers were let go. They must have passed the news back."

Cao Yangchun replied that if they hadn't deliberately left him alive, they could have made dumplings for Sangka.

Miao Lun nodded and looked at the middle-aged officer standing next to him: "Other attacking companies have also achieved results. A total of three military camps were attacked tonight. This is enough to attract their attention. It depends on whether they can get there." It’s a trap. If you can successfully attract the heavy armored division, it’s up to you, Major General Hao Guang.”

Opposite him, the man Miao Lun called Hao Guang raised his head and said with extremely confident eyes: "Don't worry, we are looking for this heavy armored division. If they come to encircle and suppress them, just leave it to us."

Hearing this, Cao Yangchun next to him hesitated: "Boss, is our goal so big? Isn't this too aggressive?"

Before the expansion of the Siamese army, the total strength of the three armies was about 300,000, with a reserve force of 50,000. Among them, the Army has more than 200,000, with a total of 9 infantry divisions (including 16 tank battalions), 1 heavy armor division, 3 cavalry divisions, 4 engineering divisions, 1 parachute division, 1 field artillery division, 1 3 air defense artillery divisions, 8 independent infantry battalions, and 3 air mobile companies.

The strongest army unit among them is undoubtedly this heavy armored division.

The entire armored force is equipped with hundreds of tanks, armored vehicles, self-propelled howitzers, etc. Especially after purchasing a large amount of beautiful Chinese equipment, it obtained a large number of main battle tanks and armored vehicles, replaced the original old equipment, and handed it over to the second line , the overall strength has been greatly enhanced.

Although Siam is expanding its army very quickly, the armored troops are not trained as ordinary infantry. They can rush to the battlefield and serve as cannon fodder with just a gun.

This heavy armored division is the trump card of the Siamese Army.

The Kanchanaburi Province where the Steel Battalion is now located is a plain area in southern Siam with open terrain. If they are surrounded by this heavy armored division, they will not be an opponent of the heavy armored division on the open plains.

Hao Guang smiled slightly: "This is Company Commander Cao, right? We are the newly established First Mecha Combat Brigade. Our appearance is specifically for the enemy's armored forces."

Under Cao Yangchun's suspicious eyes, there was a strange sound in the mine.

Cao Yangchun looked back and saw a huge figure appearing behind him at some point.

It was a strange machine about ten meters high, with eight long metal limbs, like a giant living spider.

Its exterior is covered with thick armor, and there is a backpack turret on its back. This is actually a 203mm heavy gun weighing more than ten tons. The barrel diameter is more than 40 by visual inspection. The entire turret can rotate freely and shoot at high and low elevation angles. It is huge, and because the spider body under the turret can also move forward, backward, left, right, and up and down, the shooting range is much larger than the panel data.

Under the main body of the spider are eight long metal spider limbs. Above the limbs, each limb is equipped with a 12.7 mm heavy machine gun.

There is a 20mm rotary cannon on the southeast, northwest and northwest of the spider's back.

In the spider's mouth, there are also two 30mm cannons mounted here. It looks like a metal bunker, with fire points protruding from the inside.

Seeing this metal monster that suddenly appeared, Cao Yangchun was stunned. He subconsciously took two steps back and swallowed his saliva.

"This...what is this?"

Cao Yangchun felt unbelievable. The thing in front of him was completely different from any armor in his memory.

"Spider main battle mecha, the latest military achievement of Jieke Group, has a total combat weight of 98 tons, a height of 12.5 meters, a maximum road speed of 120 kilometers per hour, a cross-country speed of 85 kilometers per hour, a maximum range of 750 kilometers, and a 203mm main gun. Two 30mm cannons, four 20mm cannons, and eight heavy machine guns, with a total ammunition count of more than 30,000 rounds. The mecha has a built-in new bioradar, external heavy armor, and unique biological protection. Its main body can effectively resist. The tank's 120mm smoothbore gun fires directly, requires one driver, and needs a genetic warrior to drive it, and has all-weather combat capabilities."

As Hao Guang talked about the data of the spider main battle mecha in front of him, Cao Yangchun's mouth opened wider and wider, and he was shocked.

"You're surprised, aren't you? I was the same as you when I first saw it."

Miao Lun patted Cao Yangchun on the shoulder and raised his head to look at this behemoth. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he was still deeply moved.

"This thing... this thing is too ruthless. The 203mm gun barrel is already out."

Cao Yangchun was extremely shocked. The spider-type main battle mecha in front of him gave him a sense of oppression far greater than that of a main battle tank.

This was the first time he had seen such a mecha, and his biological armor now looked like a small bean compared to it.

The biological reproductive equipment only weighs two or three tons, but this spider main battle mecha weighs 98 tons, making it a walking land monster.

As for firepower, the gap is even greater.

The most weapons they have in their reproductive equipment are heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, and this spider main battle mecha even uses a 203mm cannon.

If such an artillery fire hits, even a main battle tank will be blasted into parts. It is simply an existence that is not human.

Not to mention, the Spider main battle mecha is densely packed with firearms, including eight 12.7mm heavy machine guns, four 20mm cannons, and two 30mm cannons, which perfectly illustrates what is called the phobia of insufficient firepower.