The young officer, who suddenly broke into the headquarters, was a captain squadron leader of the 141 Special Operations Team.

Today's 141 Special Combat Team is not the size of the twenty or thirty people of the older generation, but more than 2,000 people, divided into 4 brigades and 16 squadrons.

And the captain squadron leader in front of him is a leader among many squadron leaders.

More importantly, though, his name is Claude Sheffield.

True, he was the only son of General Sheffield.

"Do you know what that means?" Unlike Colton's jumping feet, Sheffield asked Claude very calmly, "This is not a hero, but a real death." ”

"Of course I know, so I'm going more," Claude replied without hesitation.

Suddenly, the father and son fell into a strange look, which gave General Colton on the side a bad premonition.

"Well, I have agreed to your invitation to fight, and Captain Claude Sheffield has listened to the order, and hereby orders to take another unit to locate the guns of our warships, and be sure to complete the task...... Come back alive! Sheffield gave the order word for word.

"Yes, General, always loyal!" Shouting the slogan of being a former Marine, Claude Sheffield did not hesitate to rush out of the headquarters to rally his men.

"Herbert, you're crazy, that's your own son" General Colton, completely forgetting about the dignity of the army, lifted Sheffield's collar.

"Of course I do, but he's also a fighter," Sheffield said, shaking off Colton's hand, "Also, Lieutenant General Colton, please return to your own position."

"You...... General Colton was so angry that he had to leave the command and return to his post.

When General Colton left, Sheffield closed his eyes in pain, and he didn't know what this order meant.

And in the headquarters, the other soldiers are bowing their heads and working hard, damn, this thing can even send his own son to die, what about himself?

After leaving the headquarters, Claude quickly assembled his own team, a total of one hundred and twenty 141 soldiers, plus more than two hundred mechanical soldiers, and began to advance in the direction of Hercules.

This process was not difficult, because their colleagues who were ahead of their time, Hercules, were also rushing towards them step by step in the face of the powerful artillery fire of the American army.

Soon the 141 squad was at the forefront.

"Sir, what should we do now? I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to stop him from moving forward. The subordinate on the side asked.

"Brothers, are you afraid of sacrifice?" Claude asked his comrades beside him?

"Of course not, Captain, what do you want us to do?" The subordinate asked.

"I've been watching this guy for a long time, and if I have one weakness, it's their joints, which are where they connect," Claude said.

"That's right, but we've tried, and even if the Air Force hits it with more than a ton of air-to-surface missiles, it can only blow up a few parts of him," the subordinate replied.

"And what if we detonate it from within?" Claude asked rhetorically.

"Inside? That inside? Should you ......" the subordinates couldn't help but be stunned, "You must be crazy?" ”

"Maybe I'm crazy, but can you think of a better way?" Claude asked with a smile on his smoky-stained face, baring his white teeth.

"Okay, you're the boss, you have the final say" The subordinate reluctantly agreed with Claude's crazy idea.

Claude's idea was actually very simple, that is, to climb up Hercules and put explosives into the cracks in Hercules' body.

Although Hercules is powerful, he is composed of ten different Transformers, and the gaps between the bodies are very large for Transformers, but for the human body, they are all big holes, which can be drilled into, obviously, Claude is planning to be the rhythm of the Monkey King.

But again, this kind of behavior is very dangerous, how to get close to this big guy is a big problem, and how to climb on him, that is a big problem, and it is also a big problem thanks to the soldiers of the 141 team, all of whom are equipped with the latest model of power armor, otherwise it would be a joke if you want to climb up.

"All the mechanical soldiers take cover, and the rest will rush with me." Claude eventually gave this somewhat ridiculous order to his men, and all the soldiers carried it out.

As for having the mechanical soldiers do it instead of them, the soldiers didn't even think about it, because it was simply impossible.

These first-generation mechanical soldiers produced by Osben are very limited in terms of intelligence and flexibility, and it is possible to distinguish between friend and foe, and it is possible to charge brainlessly when a mobile firepower platform, but it is too difficult to do this kind of delicate work like the 141 special combat team now, so they can only do it themselves.

Under the cover of more than two hundred mechanical soldiers, the soldiers of the 141 special operations team of a squadron began to charge.

The surrounding U.S. troops who were besieging Hercules also discovered that this squad was a unique squad, and although they didn't know what this squad wanted to do, they still cooperated and increased the intensity of their attacks to cover their charge.

But even so, when rushing to Hercules's side, there were only a dozen soldiers left in a squadron.

As for Hercules itself, he didn't care about these dozen or so little bugs at all, taking care of himself and unswervingly attacking the positions of the American army.

And in the end, only three people were left, including Claude, who were able to climb to the joint of Hercules' legs.

The three men not only loaded the explosives they had brought, but also stuffed all the explosives on their bodies.

"Great, we're done, sir, let's get back," one of the surviving soldiers excitedly shouted to Claude over the communicator.

"Yes, we are done, and now I order you to evacuate at once," Claude said.

"Yes, sir" Hearing this, the two 141 Special Operations Team soldiers immediately broke away from Hercules' body and crossed to a safe position behind Hercules, but after they landed, they found that their commander, Claude, did not retreat with them.

"Sir? Why? The two soldiers asked incredulously.

"Because I have one last task to complete," Claude said in the communication channel, pulling a positioning device from his bosom...... Their fundamental purpose is to position the railgun.

With that, Claude began to climb higher up in Hercules' body.

A few minutes later, the inside of Hercules' left leg joint exploded, and this time, Hercules finally couldn't bear his weight, stumbled, and half-knelt on the ground.

"It's now, fire !!" Claude was in the strong neck position and conveyed the order to open fire to the two battleships on standby.

Two huge projectiles were fired with a bang, and just a dozen seconds later, they hit Hercules, who was stuck in place and unable to move.

One projectile directly shattered Hercules's head, and the other shattered half of Hercules' chest.

With the two projectiles hitting, Hercules' merger could no longer hold on and began to disintegrate, returning into the remains of six diggers and four diggers.

"Yay!!!" When this result was announced, the US military command headquarters immediately cheered.

But General Sheffield, who was standing in the corner, was not happy.

Except for two fighters who escaped from the Ascension, the entire squad was wiped out, and the squadron leader Claude Sheffield was not known for his life or death......

"Sir, there's a communication from Wakanda, they will send warplanes and troops to help us" Just as General Sheffield was in grief, an officer hurriedly came to Sheffield's side with a report.

"Wakanda? Fighter? Troops? Do they want to help us with a spear in a vintage fighter plane from World War II? It just so happened that General Ross walked into the command headquarters at this time, and when he heard the officer's words, he couldn't help but say coldly.

And General Sheffield also temporarily pressed the grief in his heart, took the telegram and read it, and did not take it seriously in his heart.

But soon after, when the two generals saw the performance of the Wakanda army on the battlefield, General Ross felt like he had been slapped in the face with hatred, and General Sheffield directly hated the whole of Wakanda.