Chapter 112: Are Those People on the Sea Dead?
Stilwell stared blankly, his gaze glazed and dazed. "They passed, they passed...... Even armored vehicles could not break through the death zone, relying only on two legs, they passed unscathed. This...... It's just incredible. ”
Kelson rubbed his eyes vigorously, afraid that he would not be able to see really, so he raised the telescope around his neck to his eyes, and looked at it carefully: "Good boy, where the hell did they come from?" It's a miracle! ”
"Miracles?" Grant sneered on the side, and if he saw the scene of nine machine gunners overturning 100 unmanned fighters, he didn't know how he would feel.
The artillery firepower is strong, but just imagine, what a thrilling thing it would be to survive in the cracks of hundreds of MINI missiles? Compared with the latter, crossing the battlefield of gunpowder with gunfire is just a trivial matter for these people.
"Brothers, it's time for us to step up." As Haosen's hoarse voice sounded, before the cargo was out of the trench, he gave himself a stimulant, and then, like a wild black rhino running wildly, shook his bloated body, and ran towards the front line like lightning.
For the first time, Stilwell felt that words like "condensed are the essence" and "short and concise" were very one-sided, just like now, the big man like a black bear, running like a tiger, like a rabbit, oh no, it was a grassland lion painted in black paint.
Of course, there is more than one male lion, and there are twelve followers behind that guy's buttocks, the same running posture, uniform movements, looking from a distance, like a fast-running black tide.
"Huh? Kuroshio ......" glanced into the distance, Stilwell couldn't help frowning, the naval artillery attack from Root Bay actually stopped.
"You see, the enemy's artillery fire has stopped." Kelsen and the others also discovered this anomaly, and they exclaimed one by one. As a fire support unit, stopping the shelling while the enemy is attacking is simply a retreat.
Grant and the others looked at each other, unable to figure out why the attack from the sea had stopped.
Not only them, but Ferdinand and others were also stupid, why did the artillery support from the submarine and ship mixed wing suddenly stop? Why? You must know that the armored detachment of mysterious origin has attacked under the nose, and as soon as the artillery support stops, the large force of the rebel army will rush up? That would tear a gap in the Great Wall of Steel that the Sea Falcon Commando had so hard to cast, completely burying the hard-won combat advantage, and maybe even a rout on all fronts.
"Damn it, Sapir, what the hell is going on? Hurry up and contact the surface fleet. ”
Sapir was already doing it without his command, but there was no echo in the communicator except for an electronic busy tone.
"Head...... Leader, ...... Can't be reached. ”
"Can't get in touch? Sapir What are you kidding, how can you not be contacted! ”
"Don't stop, give me ......"
Before Ferdinand could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden change, and the corrosion-resistant and wear-resistant composite steel plate on the top of the special metallurgical workshop was blasted open with a large hole, and with a flash of fire, a raider flew down from the sky, the muzzle of the gun surged with electricity, and two charged projectiles directly hit Sapir's power armor, blasting the steel plate on his chest into a crack.
Sapir couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. It was this hesitation of less than a second that buried his life, and two lightning flashes, cracked into holes, and the projectile containing powerful kinetic energy directly shook his internal organs into a ball of minced meat, mixed with blood, water, and bone residue gushing out.
He fell on his back, falling from the steel beam, and fell to the ground on the first floor with a "pop", splashing countless pieces of mud.
"Also...... Fight back! Ferdinand finally came to his senses, and roared loudly as he turned his gun on the reaper falling from the sky.
However, before the commandos could return fire, a grenade with a trailing silver light flew through a crack in the glass window and slammed directly into a steel column that supported the roof, exploding into a blinding flash of light.
The tremors came from beneath him, and the "Wrath of Thor" shook slightly, and a bullet spun rapidly and grazed the left cheek of the lone reaper, leaving a trumpet-shaped gap in the steel plate of the roof with a "bang".
"Boom, boom......" continuous explosions came, one grenade after another flew in through the window, setting off a frenzy of flames in the 100-meter-wide workshop, fortunately the vacuum induction furnace was in a state of shutdown, otherwise, once that thing was provoked to explode, everyone in the room would have died.
Of course, the current situation, if it is better, is limited. Rows of whistling grenades exploded in the factory, gunshots rang out on the rooftops, and one reaper after another flew down from above, like dancing butterflies, taking the lives of one commando after another with the powerful pistols in their hands.
"Damn, where the hell did these guys come from? Ferdinand, what are you doing? ”
"Team...... Captain, they ...... They came in...... Ah......h
"What about artillery support from the sea? Why stopped, the armored vehicles of the Northern Union Army are advancing, and if you don't fire again, the entire defense line will collapse! ”
"Hercules, lose your bullshit and think about how to deal with those flying guys for now."
“……”
There were countless cacophony of voices from the communicator, cursing and shouting. Ferdinand looked out the window at the machine gunners approaching the right flank, and then at the three raiders directly opposite who were continuing to suppress the fire, and he couldn't feel sad.
What the hell are those guys on the sea? Is it all dead? If this continues, the gang of fanatics will eat away at the entire line of defense little by little. No one can afford to take responsibility for the failure of the mission, Aldrich is a man of letters, but this does not mean that he has a good temper.
"Command Center, Command Center ......"
"Huh...... The ...... responded to him with a cacophony of electronic busyness.
"Are these bastards all dead?" I watched more than 20 of his subordinates being led by the nose like dogs walking by three reapers, and occasionally being taken away by the large Gauss pistols in their hands. Ferdinand felt like he was about to collapse.
A team of six can overwhelm more than 30 elite commandos on their side. Know that there are 38 of them in total. Once dispersed to the flanks, attack the rest of the Sea Falcon Commando, and then cooperate with the rebels' vehicle corps, a bloody purge awaits the government forces.
Freedom and benevolence are the proclamations that Marion has been on his lips all day long, but they are not soft on the common people, and they are never soft on the military prisoners of war who are dedicated to the Empire.
Montgomery, in particular, believed in only one sentence, "Blood debt will be paid in blood!" "Only the bright red blood of the enemy can comfort the heroic souls of the fallen brothers.
"Call for help, call for help, Montgomery's garrison launched a counterattack, our squad is on the back of the enemy, ask for support, ask for support......"
"Has the war spread to the inside?" I was really afraid of something, and the Montgomery garrison, which had originally shrunk and could only defend passively, actually took the opportunity to counterattack, which was tantamount to adding insult to injury to the stormy military front. Ferdinand swept across the north, the flash of grenades and rocket launchers illuminating the darkening northern sky.
On the other hand, the armored vehicles of the Northern Union Army crashed through the bunker, rolled over the crater, and marched all the way towards the government defense line without hindrance.
"Those guys at sea, could it be true that they are all dead? What about artillery support? What about anti-vehicle missiles? What about your lofty rhetoric that 'with us, we will never let an armored vehicle of the Northern Union Army pass through Guò'? Are you going to swallow it all back in your stomach? ”
Although these words were just his anger and curses, they were not far from the actual situation. It's just that what those people in the fleet swallowed in their stomachs was not the original ambition, but the salty and astringent sea water with a fishy smell.