Cyberpunk: Spartan Walker

Sergeant Lister faced a dire situation. Despite the swooping Banshee fighter overhead and the Ghost Hoverski ahead, his job is to deal with the enemy's plasma mortars.

However, as the mountains ahead gradually came into view, the Scorpion tanks in the second row were approaching the limit of their shooting elevation - their main guns could no longer be raised high to shoot at the originally set targets. There was only one chance to fire a salvo before their tanks lost their attack power.

Everyone, cheer up. Lister said on the platoon channel. The last group of launches, the one on the left was at least fifteen meters lower, and the one on the right was shot too high. Adjust the sight and blow up the top of the mountain for me. Execute immediately. We don’t have time to fiddle around.”

The tank crew of each tank began to adjust the sight and began to fire the shells, praying to hit the target. They all knew that it would be easier to face the Covenant - Lister's fury would only be enough if the cannonball missed its target.

God favored them, and the Revenant mortar was also destroyed in the tremor of the Scorpion tank.

Private First Class Jones, nicknamed Snake Jones, was in dire condition, and he had always known it - ever since the Warthog troop carrier he was riding in was attacked and the entire vehicle spun 180 degrees. He was standing behind the LAAG machine gun and was shooting. When the bullet passed over the driver's head, he was suddenly thrown into the air. He only felt that his vision was blurred, and he fell heavily to the ground head first.

When his body just landed on the ground, he found that he could hardly breathe, and his whole body could only collapse to the ground. He stared at the blue sky and finally struggled to breathe.

The blue sky was beautiful, simply stunning - suddenly, a Banshee fighter jet roared past, tearing up the beautiful picture, and a Warthog troop carrier roared past on his left.

Jones struggled to stand, tried to shout into his hissing microphone, but found he had nothing. Not just the microphone, but his entire helmet was gone, and must have come loose in the fall. No helmet means no microphone, no radio, and no possibility of rescue.

Jones cursed and ran back to the wrecked Warthog, which thankfully wasn't on fire. The car was parked aside, and the sniper rifle was still in the same position as when he left it - inserted behind the driver's seat with the butt downwards.

The rear fender was covered with Sergeant Cowley's broken body. Half of her face was crushed, it was too horrible to look at. Jones looked away. The canvas bag containing extra ammunition, the first aid kit, and some supplies he had salvaged from the Pillar of Autumn were all kept intact at the base of the machine gun.

Jones grabbed his backpack, hung it on his back, and removed his sniper rifle. He checked that the gun still fired, then he released the safety and ran for the nearest hill.

Maybe he could find a cave and wait until the battle was over before walking back to the damn Alpha base. A cloud of dust rose under his boots, and the threat of death lurked all around him.

Lieutenant Olles estimated that Platoon had reduced the number of enemy fighters by two-thirds—she already had a plan to eliminate the remaining third. McKay would definitely not approve of it - but what could the sir do to her? Send her to Halo? The ensign smiled slyly, gave the necessary orders, and jumped to the ground of the halo.

There were four people in the fifteen surviving Warthog troop carriers who volunteered to join the death squad. She gathered them together and ran towards a group of rocks that seemed suitable.

The five Marines all carried rocket launchers and assault rifles on their backs, and their ammunition bags were filled with spare rockets as much as possible. They crossed the hard sand and hurried into safety surrounded by boulders for protection.

When everyone was ready, Olles pulled out the fuses of a batch of signal rods and threw them out of the rock circle one after another, watching the orange smoke rising into the air.

Soon, the pilot of the Banshee fighter jet noticed the smoke, and was quickly attracted to it like a vulture pouncing on fresh meat.

The Marines were slow to fire, and waited until no less than thirteen Covenant fighter jets were hovering above them before the five of them fired five rockets at once. The second wave followed the first - and then came the third wave. There were evenly spaced explosions in the air, like drums. Ten Banshee fighter jets were shot down directly; others were blown to pieces even after being hit by several rockets.

The two fighter jets that escaped the rocket attack fled in panic in an instant. The last one staggered away from a near-miss, its engine was billowing smoke, and it was about to crash. Olles thought it would be finished there, and that she and the Suicide Squad would be able to easily get out of the rocks and walk home.

But the dream came true. Unlike most Covenant warriors, the damaged Banshee fighter pilot must have had a strong desire to transcend the physical body, because it turned back to the enemy and improbably piloted the fighter into the center of the rocks.

Olles tried her best to fire, but missed - before she could curse, the fatally damaged Banshee plunged into the rocks, and a ball of blazing fire immediately engulfed the ambushed suicide squad.

Private Jones rushed all the way to the foot of the mountain and was not killed. Of course, this was all a matter of luck. The next climb over the loose rocks was instinctive.

The desire to take the high ground is natural for any soldier, especially a sniper. Jones was trained to be a sniper - before he was busy transporting equipment, operating LAAG machine guns, or listening to the sergeant's nagging.

In effect, Jones prepared to go on the offensive and turn his guns on the Covenanters—a fateful decision. Maybe it wasn't the wisest decision he'd ever made, but he believed it was the right one this time and that he could put his worries to hell.

Jones had only climbed halfway up the mountain, but he was already able to see the top of the mountain on the opposite side, and every tiny figure was clearly distinguishable. His ideal target is not the Grunts running around, nor the Jackals standing in a row on the edge of the mountain, but the elite warriors wearing shining armor.

The Marine increased the magnification of the scope. The enemy seemed to jump in front of him, and the barrel of the gun moved slightly. Whose life should he take? The one on the left wearing blue armor? Or the little beast in silver armor on the right? At this specific moment and in this specific place, Private First Class Jones is the God who has the power of life, death and seizure.

He opened the safety of the sniper rifle and gently placed his finger on the trigger.

——

Motumi poked his gun out of the bunker and fired back down the mountain. The human convoy had cleared the road and was turning towards the next mountain pass. Next to him was the third hilltop - a Revenant self-propelled mortar was also set up on the top of the hill.

Self-propelled mortars opened fire. For a moment, Motumi hoped that this remaining self-propelled mortar could complete the unfinished mission of the previous two vehicles: wipe out the human convoy.

But the humans were still out of range, and the humans knew that the Revenant self-propelled mortars would not cause any harm to them at all, so they took advantage of the opportunity to connect their tanks in a row.

Just do it for a salvo. All four rounds hit their target, the Covenant self-propelled mortar was destroyed, and the path was cleared.

Motumi cursed secretly and looked at the followers beside him, We have to leave here before the devil attacks -

With a loud bang, he also stepped into the footsteps of the field commander.

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Private First Class Jones regained his aim and prepared to fire his second shot. The first shot was fantastic. The 14.5mm caliber bullet flew impartially and hit the bottom of the Silver Elf's neck, and its head fell to the ground with a crash. The helmet was also blown off, and a mixture of blood and brain matter erupted.

However, the second shot did not go as expected, because the Spartan colonel had already rushed to the top of the slope and knocked the blue-armored elite soldier to the ground with the butt of his gun.

Please make your first order~