Chapter 145： The Battle of Appalus (2)

(9 of 2)

The young Sergeant Vincent Christian is a security guard for the "Warrior's Barrier". Every morning, he will take a comfortable bath after the morning exercise and then walk to the restaurant. A large tuna sandwich, a cup of hot coffee, this is his breakfast, which has remained the same over the years.

Because Vincent is a very lazy guy who doesn't like excitement and change. As a duty officer of the security guard at the military industrial base, his job is very easy, that is, to check the traffic on the highway to prevent suspicious personnel from entering the military industrial base.

The "Warrior Barrier" has risen, the garrison force has nearly doubled, and the entire line of defense is filled with a tense atmosphere of rain and wind. However, for Vincent, this is a good thing. At the very least, you don't need to check the passing vehicles, and you can comfortably lie down on the bed at the security checkpoint and sleep.

The group of rebels will attack? Don't be kidding, unless their brains are pretty funny, or Marion is a lunatic with a lack of heart, facing the "brave barrier" defense line used to defend against foreign invasion, their strength is no less than sending a sheep into a tiger's mouth.

Obviously, he was not alone in thinking like this. A saber-toothed tiger a1 armored personnel carrier used for patrols stopped by the roadside, and a lieutenant officer came down to the checkpoint and looked at the two guards standing in front of the door. Waiting for the soldiers, looked at Vincent in the room who was dozing with his general cap on his face, raised his hand and knocked on the glass window: "Hey, sergeant..."

Vincent woke up suddenly, took a look at his hat, and immediately stood up and saluted: "Sir."

"Easy, easy." The lieutenant officer turned and entered the room, glanced at the normal surroundings on the monitor array, and threw a cigarette to Vincent: "It's so peaceful..."

"Thank you, sir." Although Vincent has always disliked something that seemed to him no less than chronic suicide, he would never discourage the sir. Help the lieutenant to light the cigarette, and then himself.

Vincent squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long billowing smoke: "Can you not be calm? The rebel group of clowns, how dare you come here to find it unhappy."

The lieutenant officer swept across the steel city wall several meters thick and tens of meters high outside the window, and nodded: "Unless they are crazy. They are willing to come here to die. In the face of the intensive artillery fire on the defense line of the'Warrior Barrier', let alone a fly, it's just a mosquito. , It can’t fly in either. García’s rebels, the hillbillies, unless they use their housekeeping skills and the ability to make holes in rats, otherwise, they want to get in? It’s hard to get in."

"What the chief said is extremely true." Vincent sneered while making gestures: "The mouse that pierced the hole was flooded with water, and all the'gurgling' came out."

The lieutenant was amused by his actions: "Yes. Flooded mouse, hahahaha..."

This scene is just a microcosm of the psychology of all the garrisoned personnel on the "Warrior's Barrier" defense line. No one thinks that the rebel army will come, even if it does. They can't get in either. Not to mention the criss-crossing defensive firepower nets, just take the steel walls of the "Warrior Barriers" as an example, ordinary equivalent nuclear bombs cannot destroy them.

By the Garcia rebels? Don't even think of smashing their front teeth and leaving a scratch on the wall. This joke was a bit cold. Later, some vulgar soldiers replaced it with another saying: "It's not the front teeth, but the **** who bends them, and don't want to leave a hole." There is no doubt that this joke is very successful. Everyone couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing it, even the female medical soldiers with needles in their hands. Can't help but smile.

Indeed, with the ability of the insurgents, it is absolutely impossible to break through the "brave barrier." But unfortunately, the garrison did not wait for the soldiers of the rebels, they ushered in Tang Fang. A nosy fellow.

The armored vehicle drove unhurriedly in the middle of the wide and empty road, getting closer and closer to the "Warrior's Bulwark". Vincent, who was chatting with the lieutenant and farting at the checkpoint, was awakened by the buzzing of the surveillance system and looked up at the surveillance system. The device frowned. who is it? Which unit? Don’t you know that the entire military industrial base is under martial law? Why are you here?

The lieutenant officer also spotted the armored car on the road, smoked a few cigarettes, extinguished the flame, threw it to the ground, and walked out with Vincent.

On the highway, the speed of the armored vehicle was getting slower and slower, and eventually stopped in front of the spiked roadblock. Vincent and a second-class soldier with a gun stepped forward, looking through the slowly falling bulletproof glass and landing on the main driver's seat in the cockpit.

Aros was wearing the imperial-style "Guardian Knight" power armor, and his face was vicissitudes of life without waves, nothing unusual.

"Which army do you belong to? Don't you know that the Appalus Military Base has already implemented martial law? No one or vehicle can pass."

Aros tilted his head to the outside of the car: "Sergeant, pay attention to your words." After that, he slammed Tang Fang Nu Nu in the passenger seat.

Vincent lowered his head and looked inside. When he saw the military rank on Tang Fang's shoulder, he was startled, and immediately saluted: "Hello, sir."

Tang Fang glanced at him indifferently: "The news should have arrived..."

"Huh?" Vincent didn't understand. At this moment, a first-class soldier in the post communication room quickly walked out and handed a document to Vincent: "Captain, the command is calling. "

Vincent took it casually, looked slightly, and noticed a change in his face. Then, comparing the portrait on the document, he carefully looked at the three people in the car, then waved to the control room, saying: "Let it go." Step aside.

The spiked barricades slowly fell, and the lifting poles rose.

"Sir, please..." Vincent and the privates stepped back, saluting and watching Tang Fang and others disappear.

When the armored vehicle left, the lieutenant stepped forward and said with a puzzled look: "Who are they?"

Vincent shook his head: "I don't know The command only said that they are special commissioners, so let them go."

"Oh, commissioner..." the lieutenant glanced at the dust on the horizon and muttered.

Special agent? The special agent of the rebel army, Howson was so happy that he couldn't find North in the cockpit. It was really a group of teasers. It was a group of robbers who were about to arson came in, but they were still greeted by senior officials with smiles. This feeling is really cool. Up.

"Tang Fang, let's play this kind of infiltration game more in the future, OK? It's so enjoyable."

"Hausen, pay attention. Be low-key and low-key. Since you know that this is a sneaking into the game, you should always follow the rules of the game." Tang Fang also squeezed a smile, thinking about Vincent just now. People can't help but laugh.

"You two pay attention, it's almost at the gate of the city. It's not fun to show someone a horse's feet." Aros has always been the most stable of the three. Even if his heart is equally happy, his face still has that look. Qingqing cold, unsmiling expression.

"Yes, yes, let's proceed." After saying that, Howson scowled and made a fierce look, like the black whirlwind Li Kui.