“piapia！ piapia！ Although in my previous life, I didn't have the habit of touching water lotion or essence before going to bed, but since I have money in this life, I can't leave it down naturally, after filming the essence, Fisher put a mask on himself, and then lay on his bed, with a flick of his right hand, Plescoe, who was gnawing bones in the bedroom, flew out of thin air.

This is Fisher's latest workout technique, but as it became easier for Prescott to lift 80 pounds, Fisher wondered if he could raise a baby elephant.

As he turned the dog upside down, he looked at the philosophy book in his hand, and every now and then he took a sip of warm milk and a small biscuit, and it seemed that the night was as peaceful as countless nights before it............ That's weird!

As the music of Love Me Again played, the screen of Fisher's own professionally customized mobile phone lit up.

"Hey! It's me, what's the matter? ”

"Our peacekeepers in Sokovia were attacked! At present, the two sides are engaged in a fierce exchange of fire! Cormac's voice came from the other end of the line.

"What's going on?" Fisher tore off his mask and flipped out of bed, picking up another phone at hand.

"They used tanks and howitzers, they were trapped in a basin codenamed 311, and according to Morgan, they could hold out for now, but the truck carrying the journalists was hit by one! There are more casualties! ”

"Full rescue, have the reinforcements set off?"

"At present, four Su-25 attack planes have been sent over, and three Xi'an transport planes are transporting ammunition, but because the other side has short-range air defense missiles, the transport planes can only be dropped at high altitudes, which is very inefficient!"

"Have you found out who attacked us?"

"The CIA-backed rebels are supposed to want to snatch the supplies transported by the convoy, should we talk to Director Lynch?"

"No, tell Bishop, let me go, let me go, I'll wipe his buttocks, tell him not to scruple!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Fisher picked up another phone, opened the address book, and called the only contact on it.

"Honey, how many ro-ro ships do you have now!"

"What are you going to do with a ro-ro ship?" Margaret wondered.

"I want to pull some toys, the boys' favorite kind!"

"For Sokovia?"

"That's right! How do you know? ”

"Come on, did you just get up from that beautiful woman's bed again and didn't even look at the tubing? There's a reporter streaming your battle live! ”

"Generous gifts!"

After confirming the location and number of ro-ro ships owned by Margaret's Max Group in a few words, Fisher directly put Margaritra into the system of the Giant God Transportation Department, and asked her to be responsible for coordinating the transportation of heavy weapons for reinforcements, and then turned on the YouTube pipe himself and watched the reporter's live broadcast.

The reporter on the live broadcast is a French girl, and there are a bunch of swimsuit photos on her personal homepage, but Fisher didn't have the heart at all at the moment, and clicked a subscription and entered the live broadcast room.

Live streaming footage

A dark red tracer bullet slashes across the camera, followed by an explosion and violent vibrations outside the frame, (with a dull continuous gunshot in the background)

"We're trapped in this basin right now, those soldiers, they're bombarding us with artillery!" As the owner of the camera turned the camera, a huge black shadow appeared on the screen, and Fisher could tell at a glance that it was his own tank.

Another dazzling flash of fire, it was the Titan firing the cannon, and a few seconds later, several white trail lines hit the Titan's turret at great speed.

"Oh my God, their tank, it's hit!" The owner of the camera was lying on the ground, and the camera in his hand did not forget to give a close-up of the Titan, and after nearly a minute of silence, the Titan roared again, only this time the driver did not forget to use the mechanical legs converted from the four tracks to move a position.

"The tank is fine, oh my God, look overhead!"

The picture shook again, and then a trailing barrage was pulled out, reflecting several remote-controlled drones full of explosives in the darkness.

Seriously, Fisher, who brought the drone boom in the Marvel world, really didn't expect that these rebels would load the civilian drones produced by the giant gods with explosives and play as self-detonating small planes.

The infantry fighting vehicle of the armored company also found these uninvited guests, the 30mm cannon and the 40mm air-burst grenade launcher on the roof weapon station scattered the barrage into the sky like splashing water, and the drones were constantly hit and exploded into a fireball, but the number of drones was still too much, and these things were controlled by the operators a few kilometers away to fly up and down, dodging anti-aircraft fire with the maneuver of ghost animals, and then smashed headlong to the ground.

The live broadcast screen disappeared instantly, leaving the melon-eating crowd in the live broadcast room with constant question marks. Until someone suddenly made a rip out, and then the live broadcast room was also uniformly replaced with a rip.

Fisher closed the live broadcast room, turned around and walked out of the room, and a Fighting Falcon gunboat flew in the sky not far away, which was there to pick him up and take him to the headquarters in Washington.

"How's it going?" After the gunboat slowly landed, John opened the hatch, pulled Fisher up, and then carried Plescaw up as well.

"It looks like the two sides are already at a stalemate!" Fisher took the kettle from the cabin basket, which John used to bring with him hot coffee wherever he went.

"Stalemate, I saw those guys using self-detonating drones!" Returning to the driver's seat, John started the gunboat, and the two turbocharged engines drove the fuselage into the air like arrows from the string, leaving behind a bunch of neighbors who were angry and annoying because of the noise.

In fact, Fisher was right, except for the sneak attack of the rebels who launched a surprise attack in the first thirty minutes and was repulsed, the two sides really just squatted in the dug foxhole and shot a few blind shots, plus basically all the personnel of the giant god are equipped with armored exoskeletons, except for being directly hit by large-caliber shells, the damage caused to them by shock waves and fragments is very limited.

In addition, the soil of the basin is soft and anti-slope, the 120mm mortars brought by the rebels and the M60 tanks they are equipped with bombed one after another for more than half an hour, the only result is to hit a truck responsible for transporting reporters, killing 7 people on the spot, blowing up more than 10, and then the countermeasures of the giant god are very fast, the tracked titan drove down the roadbed, switched to walking mode, used the anti-slope as a cover, and used the 150mm tank gun to fight on the opposite side.

As for the 100 or so soldiers of the Titan's peacekeeping force, they had already dispersed around the basin at the moment of the cannon, and the sapper shovels dug the foxholes on the anticline, and after completing the single bunker, these soldiers did not stop, and began to dig longitudinal fortifications along the ridgeline, and in less than two hours after being surrounded, they had already dug two I-shaped civil fortifications.

Arthur Morgan carried the revolver sniper rifle in his hand, and the half-cat was in the fortification, and at this moment there was goose feather snow in the sky again, but fortunately, the exoskeleton on their body had a constant temperature system, so even if the exoskeleton was already wet, Arthur Morgan still didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

"Head, the wounded and the rest of the reporters and those doctors have already been arranged, and it is a coincidence that we also brought doctors this time, otherwise those unlucky people can only wait for the transport plane to come!" The man who came was Arthur Morgan's little brother from Texas, John Marston, but everyone called him the Humble Marston.

"Well, yes, these guys are like gophers right now, they can only lie in the snow nest, I'll see how long they can last!" Arthur Morgan opened the mask of his helmet and sprayed a mouthful of spit dissatisfied, they were already ready to rest in this basin, Arthur Morgan was going to take off his pants and sleep well in his command car, but he was shocked by a cannonball as soon as he got into bed, and Han Han Marston reminded him not to forget to go back to the base and run naked three times.

"What do you say about those bullnoses flying in the sky?"

"It's gone, so we'll have to wait a little longer!" Marston smiled.

"What do you mean it's gone? Come on, Marston, explain to me what it means to be unplayed! Arthur Morgan angrily hammered the ground.

"They were the first to be stationed, and they belonged to the regular transfer, so they were all empty plane transfers, and the iron bombs that were just dropped on our heads were also urgently rebuilt with shells from the rear!"

"I said how come the bombs dropped by those guys are 108,000 miles away, and they didn't kill many people just because of the huge momentum!"

"But it does seem to scare them, doesn't it?" Marston crouched, his helmet slowly rising with a small optical lens, through which he observed movement in the forest a few kilometers away from the basin, and in the clearing from the forest to the basin, dozens of corpses and seven or eight vehicles were still burning.

Perhaps it was the battle with the government forces that gave these rebel guerrillas courage, and after a hasty artillery preparation, hundreds of light infantry swaggered directly into a semicircle under the cover of tanks and pickup trucks, but what they didn't expect was that instead of surrendering, the peacekeeping forces of the giant god shouted at them to leave.

The enraged rebel commanders followed the methods taught to them by the American instructors and immediately ordered their men to attack, but they ignored whether it was in the snow or at night.

After firing warning shots to no avail, the giant god peacekeepers, who had two thermal imaging night vision devices per capita, opened fire decisively, and from a distance of more than 1,000 meters, they were like shooting targets, knocking these arrogant rebels to the ground.

The rebel soldiers could only look at the little fire in the distance, and although the splashing of water was refreshing, the result was miserable, and the M60 they were equipped with achieved several results, and the roaring 105mm gun blew up several fire points with grenades, and then the Titan tank poking out its head from the side of the hill made the M60's head go to the sky as soon as the APFSDS fireds.

Then the 150mm programmed grenade was set to air explode, and the ground was washed again.

The rebels, who found that they had eaten meat and iron plates, could only choose to retreat into the forest, relying on the cover of trees to avoid the long-range fire of the Titans, but not long after they retreated into the forest, four Su-25 attack planes of the Titans roared towards them and dropped a barrage of bombs.

The attack planes that attacked at ultra-low altitudes did not even give the other side a chance to turn on the anti-aircraft missiles, and the rebels who were bombed did not want to flee in all directions, but the Su-25, which had finished dropping the bombs, pulled it back and licked the ground with its machine guns.

Now the two sides are separated by a few kilometers of open space and begin to confront each other, just waiting to see who can break the deadlock, in fact, Arthur has not thought about attacking, but he only has a hundred or so people, now a quarter is protecting the equipment to be transported, a quarter of the people are helping those doctors treat the wounded and tidy up the rubble, the full number of combatants is no more than fifty, but the enemy has to face thousands of scales, although the training level of these cannon fodder soldiers pulled by the rebels is uneven, but at least they will still shoot, In addition, the CIA, which lost its mind, also gave the other side a lot of obsolete weapons, such as Stinger missiles, Javelins, and the M60 tank that had just broken the Titan Reactive Armor.

"Sir, there's movement on the other side!" A sniper snapped up.

"I saw it!" Arthur closed his eyepiece and magnified to see a figure walking out of the forest holding something.

"What are they going to do?" Han Marston wondered.

"Negotiate!" Arthur Morgan had seen what the other man was holding, and it was a shoddy white flag.

"I'm going to see what these guys do!" Arthur Morgan unsheathed his weapon, then stepped out from behind cover to meet the other man.

"I'm Captain Dag Hammarskjöld!" A thick French accent introduced himself.

"I'm John Marston, the commander of the Titan's peacekeeping forces!"

The two stood face to face in a corpse and were silent for several seconds before the rebels spoke first.

"Mr. Marston, we don't want to be your enemy, we are all our own masters, and the current situation is something we don't want to see, I have a proposal......"

"I want to hear about it!" Arthur Morgan nodded, then hugged his arms, "Interesting, keep talking!" ”

"The supplies and equipment you escorted, leave these things, I can let you go!" The French seem to have made a concessional condition that could not be more favourable.

"I don't think it's enough, so why don't we hand over the gun to you!" Arthur Morgan stretched out his hand and asked with a smile.

"Are you kidding?"

"You're kidding me first!" Arthur put away his hippie smile and looked at the other party seriously, "This hiccup captain, why don't I make a condition with you, you take your people to drop their weapons and equipment, and your diapers to protect your buttocks, so that I can let you live, how about it?" ”

"Wow, it looks like we're not going to get along?" The French looked a little surprised, "In this case, then we can only see the real chapter on the battlefield!" ”

"I'm happy to accompany you!"