When landing for the first time, it may be General Wang Hu's frenzied genes that are at fault - Wang Hu actually drove the plane straight into the hinterland! Rush all the way to the foot of the hill of the mimic shelling position!

It is estimated that the "mimic" party was also taken aback at that time.

Although Lao Wang carefully selected the battlefield that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, a strategic problem is equivalent to everything going wrong. Due to the fact that a large number of helicopters were destroyed in the previous batches, and a small part of them were forced to land on the beach or dropped in shallow waters, the Z squad actually became a salient on the battlefield, and it was normal to be surrounded and suppressed.

Wang Hu is still thinking about the war with the thinking of the past Dawn Republic, but the two sides are not on the same level at all. Not to mention waiting for air support and missile washing, even the most basic "unified command of the beachhead" has never been established.

In fact, the first landing was the best of all the time loops, thanks to the thousands of "mimic" aliens they were pulling and destroying on the front lines. You must know that when you first landed, the big guys in the rear were hesitant to support.

In the later time loop, I never reached this point at all, and it was a complete collapse and I gave up directly......

can't be cured, wait for death, farewell.

This time, Wang Hu's head is not so iron, after all, he "followed" Cage to airdrop more than 40 times, and occasionally hacked into the live broadcast room of the bigwigs to watch. Wang Hu did not rush to throw everyone down, but controlled the helicopter to lower the altitude and fly south against the coastline to find the legendary sandbar of life.

It is an enclave similar to an offshore island, separated from the mainland by only a layer of shallow water, but hundreds of meters wide. Think about it, wearing a mecha, stepping on soft sand, wading through water and walking for hundreds of meters...... Do you feel like you want to die?

The soldiers who were thrown here had the highest survival rate because by the time they landed on the beach, the battle was already over. In fact, every time they get halfway there, Biu's time resets.

Wang Hu lowered the height above the sandbar, and then threw Class Y and Class Z down in one go, and played in the water safely.

Casualties don't make sense until the time loop is broken.

"The combat effectiveness of the helicopter itself is negligible, so immediately after the drop, the pilot should return home. Pay attention to safety when making a U-turn, and don't rush to increase the altitude when you are within range of enemy fire. Textbooks tell you that low altitudes are easier to hit. But on such a battlefield," Wang Hu pointed to the helicopters flying everywhere outside the window.

"It looks more visible at high altitude, like a live target."

"Uh-huh," the rookie nodded repeatedly, indicating that I was a well-behaved and good student, and I would remember what you said for the rest of my life. It's okay, there's still a long way back, you have time to teach me......

Hey? Why did control pass over to me again? Is this hands-on teaching?

The rookie turned his head, but was surprised to see that Wang Hu had left his seat, and even put on that ugly orange mecha! Plastic!

"Have a nice trip." Wang Hu waved his hand and smashed the button, and Duang disappeared from the cabin.

"Don't, ahhhh

But the sky was full of black smoke, burning flames and swaying towing ropes, how could there be any king and tiger? The rookie subconsciously turned the helicopter around according to Wang Hu's instructions, looked at the sky and sea in front of him, and was at a loss in his heart.

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"Roar~~~" Wang Hu screamed and fell quickly towards the beach.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the earth was rapidly magnifying in front of his eyes, and he could already see the white wavy lines, the chariots anchored in the sand, and the hovercraft sunk in the shallow sea......

At this time, the towing rope on his back was tensed violently, and the elastic force threw him half a circle in the air, and the scenery in front of him changed rapidly. Wang Hu didn't feel dizzy, but greedily looked at the whirling world.

It's been a long time, the joy of being thrown down!

When the direction is the beach, Wang Hu manually disconnects and tows the rope. He spread his arms in the air, rode the sea breeze, and flew freely towards the battlefield.

There is nothing to listen to the command, Wang Hu turned on the player and filled the headphones with music, and the BGM to be played at this time was, of course, "Sold Out"!

Next, it's a one-man battle!

Go to his team, go to his plan!

No responsibility, no goal! Just fighting, nothing else!

Wang Hu just wants to turn back into that simple warrior who only enjoys the joy of fighting.

"Woo~" Wang Hu shouted and flew over a parabolic span of more than 30 meters and landed smoothly.

When it hits the ground, the elastic pedal is triggered, and the sand kicks up dust more than ten meters high like an explosion. He bounced again, this time in a flat and straight parabola! Wang Hu rushed forward through the dust and came out of nowhere, flying low above the heads of countless people like a bird.

He could already see that in front of the battlefield was a desert storm of sand, and below it was a torrent of "mimic" armies that had swallowed up the front of the landing force.

Occasionally, someone looked up and saw a lone orange mecha flying in the clear blue sky, drawing an arc and plunging headlong into the world behind the dust!

Is he okay?

Wang Hu felt like he had never felt so good, and the accelerated secretion of adrenal glands was about to make him explode!

Underneath the mecha, hundreds of tentacles were fighting with the soldiers, full of burning vehicles, sand, bloodstains, severed limbs, and of course, dead mimic corpses.

Directly in front of him, a new mimic was about to enter the battlefield.

They seep out of the sand like liquid, and jungle-like tentacles grow out of the liquid. Wang Hu even saw them devour the corpses of the "mimics" who had died, making the viscous liquid even larger, and seeing that they would eventually split into hundreds of "mimic" creatures.

Is this the inexhaustible secret of mimicry?

Wang Hu adjusted his attitude in mid-air, flat-ended rifle, mechanical arm assisted aiming, and then pulled the trigger!

"Dada~~!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed orange flames at the "mimicry"! The golden shells rained down, and the bullets passed through the middle like whips, tearing open a burning crack in the almost entangled "mimicry"!

Immediately, he cut his gun in the air, and the MK19 grenade launcher in his right hand was unable to fire at an instant, and he headed towards his feet. Boom! Boom! "Pull the trigger and shoot three 40x53mm grenades into that gap!

At this time, the power of the ejection was exhausted, and Wang Hu actually fell towards the mass of liquid.

The rift was still burning, and towering jungle-like tentacles stretched out from the ground, winding towards Wang Hu......

At the critical moment, Wang Hu opened his arms fiercely, and the two fumaroles on the lower side of his back sprayed air currents at the same time, pushing him towards the sky again!

Wang Hu strode in the air and leaped over the tentacle jungle!

"Boom-" grenades explode in the cracks!

A high orange-red flame was set off, and the semi-solid liquid was blown up in the sky. Multi-engine such a good design, why not use it?

After landing on the ground, Wang Hu rolled forward continuously, and his plastic carapace crackled with flying shrapnel and sand! There was also a splash of "mimic" liquid stuck to his armor, and the blue-black liquid had solid lumps in it, as if it had been splashed with clumpy paint.

Command has used their stupidity to prove that ordinary "mimic" aliens are intelligent and thoughtful, and are by no means brainless zergs. The so-called "60% lethal protection is enough" infantry mecha, but in actual combat, it was inserted by tentacles from various armor gaps, which is proof.

Wang Hu used three grenades to reduce the newly entered "mimic" from three digits to two digits, which naturally pulled the hatred of "mimicry"! Their emotions will spread from population to population, and the remaining "mimic" aliens will let go of their opponents who are close to them, and will collectively rush towards Wang Hu.

The "mimic" multi-tentacles allow them to accelerate instantaneously, pan and even turn at high speeds.

As soon as Wang Hu's tumbling stopped, almost twenty mimics had already rushed in front of him!

Wang Hu lifted his hands and two auxiliary arms together in a tumbling position, and in the sand splashing, an assault rifle was exposed on his "each hand"!

“Fire！”

Shoot all four guns together!

Ultra-close, no missed shots!

Twenty "mimics" fell like mowing grass!

When a gun was finished, Wang Hu spun his body, and the gun fired non-stop, swapping each other in his four hands like magic. The free arm continued to shoot weapons from the wreckage of the fallen soldiers.

Either assault rifles, rockets, or even individual missiles, the robotic arm can use whatever it catches!

When he exhausted the guns and ammunition on this battlefield, the "mimic" on the opposite side was almost wiped out. However, in the distance, a high cloud of smoke and dust rose again, and a new mimicry was pouring in this direction.

How could Wang Hu have an iron head?

He stomped on the ground with both feet, the sand was deep in the earth, and all he could hear was a bang.

The sand was flying, and Wang Hu flew towards another battlefield in the direction of the sand rising, his figure like an electric light sweeping across the battlefield.