(Thanks to the reincarnation host, Wu Ma here, Mu Mu Liuli, godmorgan, and the reward of the soul of the dead.) ）

One second, two seconds, five seconds...... Ten seconds, just when Hodgson was secretly wondering why the "Squid" missile had not reached the front line for a long time, a red light flashed on the picture screen of the launch auxiliary equipment next to him, and a piercing alarm sounded throughout the hall.

"Gunner, what are you doing? Why has it been 20 seconds, and the anti-aircraft missile has not moved. And what's going on with the alarm? If it's the system overheating, then turn off the damn alarm program for me. "Although Hodgson is only a small civilian major, he has learned vividly the arrogance and coldness of the imperial nobles.

"Big ...... Captain, the missile launcher has been attacked by unknown sources, it has been ...... Most of it has been destroyed. ”

"What? Under attack? The gunner's words were like throwing an effervescent tablet into a pot of boiling water, and the entire fire control center boiled.

"Impossible, how is this possible! Missile silos are built in the large rear of the front-line positions, how can they be attacked? Unless the enemy is a god and can teleport. ”

"Could it be that the equipment is accidentally overloaded and the system is out of control? What about maintenance personnel? Where are the maintenance personnel? ”

……

"Look!"

Just when everyone in the room was panicking and guessing the cause of the failure, a scene appeared under the surveillance camera on the outside of the fence, which made everyone present gasp.

At some point, eight ugly-looking creatures appeared in front of the six missile launchers, and a stream of dark green saliva squirted out of their mouths and landed on the missile launchers, forging metal-ceramic composite materials, and corroding the heat-resistant and explosion-resistant cartridges into one big hole after another.

Some missiles exploded in the canister, and the chain reaction brought by the fragments and the shock wave detonated the missiles in the nearby canisters one after another, and the launchers were like a box of inferior fireworks, bursting one after another from the inside out.

In addition, the beams and bearings of several launchers were broken, and they all collapsed to the ground, and one after another "squid" anti-aircraft missiles flew out, like drunks in the night market in the early hours of the morning, staggering, scurrying from side to side, or crashing into the base wall and bursting into a ball of fire, or rushing into the forward position, leaving countless screams and a mushroom-shaped sandstorm mixed with fragments, flesh, and gunsmoke.

"How did they break through to the front lines? Who can sue me? Hodgson roared with a grim face.

No one answered, and no one could answer.

There are positions and fortifications on land, radars and satellites in the sky, how did they evade all-round three-dimensional reconnaissance?

"Gunner, shoot back for me and kill these reptiles."

FOUR GROUPS OF 80MM ANTI-AIRCRAFT GUNS AT A SPEED OF 300 ROUNDS PER MINUTE SPREAD A SERIES OF FIRE NETS INTO THE SKY, THE FIXED POINT TRACK GUN MUZZLE FLASHED, AS THE ELECTROMAGNETIC COIL WARMED UP, CHARGED, THE VIOLENT CURRENT BOUNCED A DAZZLING ARC OF LIGHT ON THE TRACK. AND THE 120MM TWIN CANNON TURRETS, WITH A SLIGHT TURN OF THE CIRCULAR BASE, THE MUZZLE OF THE BLACK HOLE POINTED AT THE COCKROACH SWARM BELOW THE WALL.

At the same time, the riots subsided, and the soldiers on the forward positions recovered and gradually began to fight back under Graham's command. Anti-aircraft missiles, heavy cannons, anti-aircraft machine guns, air mines, electromagnetic pulse bombs...... All kinds of weapons formed a dense network of firepower, and they were under the hood of the incoming king insects.

The cannonball, as dense as a locust, hit the surface of the king insect's body, bursting into flames.

BULLETS UNDER 50MM CAN'T DO MUCH DAMAGE TO THIS THICK-SKINNED BEHEMOTH, AND THE ROTATING BULLET CAN BREAK THROUGH THE SHELL OF THE KING WORM, BUT THE HIGH-DENSITY FLEXIBLE MUSCLE TISSUE COUNTERACTS THE IMPACT WITH HIGH-FREQUENCY VIBRATIONS, AND THEN SQUEEZES OUT OF THE BODY.

Even 80MM anti-aircraft artillery shells, ordinary small anti-aircraft missiles, can not cause effective damage to them, except for the external injury caused by the warhead fragments, the high heat generated by the explosion is absorbed by the king insect tissue cells, converted into a small amount of ghost energy, and then produces acceleration, making them faster and faster.

These king insects are like balloons, looking dull and bulging, but the defense is outrageous.

Through the porthole, watching the artillery fire explode near and far, turning into dazzling fireworks, Tang Fang leaned over and leaned on the elastic muscular tissue of the king insect to make himself more comfortable.

These muscles and tissues are elastic and soft, comparable to the top sofas, and there are only he, Aros, and Haosen in the large abdominal sac nearly 30 meters long. Artillery fire, missiles, explosions, all of them have nothing to do with them, if you have a glass of whiskey, brandy, a beautiful girl in your arms or something, this is simply a relaxing space journey.

Aros and Hausen also dispelled their psychological discomfort and gradually adapted to their surroundings.

"It's simply a top-notch VIP experience!" Haosen said: "Tang Fang, this kind of thing can be developed into a special sightseeing aircraft, and we will make a lot of money for it." ”

"Hausen, you're funny in the head? We're at war! Fight! Aros replied loudly.

Obviously, his words were useless, and the guy who was bent on dedicating light and heat to the tourism industry was already mired in a vision of a better future.

Tang Fang didn't have time to deal with them, because the enemy's fixed-point railguns were already ready to fire, and from thousands of meters away, they could see the teeth and claws, and the dragon seemed to have a high-voltage arc.

BULLETS BELOW 50MM ARE DIFFICULT TO PENETRATE THE SUBCUTANEOUS TISSUE OF THE KING INSECT, AND ORDINARY HIGH-EXPLOSIVE WARHEADS AND FRAGMENTATION MISSILES CANNOT THREATEN THE LIFE OF THE KING INSECT AS LONG AS THEY CANNOT HIT THE VITAL POINT.

However, the fixed-point railgun obviously does not belong to the category of ordinary weapons, the huge tower base, the extended electromagnetic acceleration track, accounting for 40% of the power supply of the entire base, this qiē gives it excellent killing ability, in the face of magnetic projectiles flying almost at the speed of light, Hugh said that frigates within 100 meters, even destroyers between 100-200 meters in length, and even cruisers of more than 200-300 meters, can be beaten into a sieve under a round of salvo.

The body of the king insect is 36 meters wide and the body length reaches more than 60 meters, even if the skin is rough and thick, and the comprehensive defense is comparable to the armor of a battleship, but in the face of the magnetic projectile carrying huge kinetic energy, it is difficult to have any good results.

If the "Squid" surface-to-air missile is the shield of the logistics base, then the six fixed-point railguns are the spears of the logistics base.

The charges converge, the powerful electromagnetic pulse forms a series of extremely fast jumping electric light between the two tracks, quickly glides to the muzzle, the warm-up is completed, the magnetic projectile is ready, the fire control radar has locked on the target, and then, the electromagnetic force will push the projectile to shoot out along the narrow track, and instantly accelerate to sub-light speed, and the huge kinetic energy will destroy an object that blocks its flight path.

This is the killer weapon of the 3789 Division, and again, the end of the enemy.

Hodgson's hands clenched, his lips slightly whitened from tension, his gaze fell through the monitor on the three eyeworms that had broken away from the group and were rapidly approaching, although he couldn't understand why the enemy was sending them to the muzzle, but, undoubtedly, the closer the distance, the more accurate and damaging the projectile.

"Lost the car? Hmph, those who dare to challenge the majesty of the empire will not die well. Hodgson longed for an aristocratic life, and many times, he deliberately imitated the demeanor and demeanor of Edward, Francis, and others. He was so obsessed with the feeling that it was like subconsciously that he had already considered himself a member of the aristocracy.

Honor, arrogance, fanatical patriotism...... Anyone who came into contact with him would describe it this way: "Oh, Hodgson, you were born a nobleman, calm, elegant, and guarding......"

Hodgson squinted as if he saw the projectiles piercing the bodies of the ugly insects, the heat of the friction burning them into piles of rotten flesh, a battle that would add a holy sword to the watch on his chest, and make him immortal.

The turret turned lightly, the elevation angle was fine-tuned, and as soon as it was ready, the gunner had already pressed the fire button.

Reality is like lying in the cab, scratching your head and posing, holding your chest and hips, and making all kinds of sex. Feeling the dazzling car model of the pose, your eyes will only focus on the two balls in front of their chest, or a groove underneath, and ignore something else.

For example, she may have athlete's foot or hemorrhoids, and she has an average of 10 births a year.

Hodgson never thought that he would encounter such a thing, and it was even more irritating to him than being cuckolded by a beggar, and if it weren't for the public, he would have maintained the graceful demeanor of the imperial nobles who had collapsed in front of him.

On the monitor, three eyeworms withstood the dense anti-aircraft fire, and one second before the fixed-point railgun was launched, it actually sprayed six rounds of "organic cannonballs" from a distance of several thousand meters.

Of course, for most ruffians, this reminds them of a word ------ "shooting. Finish! "Because with their turtle-like heads, no matter how you look at them, there is a strange sense of déjà vu.

The "organic cannonball", with a diameter of up to 5 meters, is wrapped in a layer of light, transparent, but extremely resilient biological cell coats. These chilling things landed on the two rails of the fixed-point railgun, the coat was broken, and the viscous organic tissue was like a magic seed in a fairy tale, giving birth to countless thick meridians in the blink of an eye, like spider silk surrounding the railgun, and the tighter and tighter it became.

These meridians are like the golden rope of Taishang Laojun, and the fixed-point railgun is like a monkey at this time, tied up by five flowers and tied into zongzi.

At this point, the change continued, and those thick meridians slowly secreted a yellow-brown mucus outward, which penetrated into the interior along the gaps and textures of the equipment, and then changed from a fluid state to a flexible solid, which not only shielded the magnetic force of the double track, but also firmly bound the base shaft, projectile compartment, electromagnetic generator and other important components.

From a distance, the outside of the fixed-point railgun looks like an ugly silkworm cocoon, let alone firing the cannon, and even turning it can't be done.

Six, a full six railguns were all wrapped in dumplings, and everyone in the fire control center stared blankly at the monitors, and Hodgson's face was so heavy that he could almost drip water.

The same scene also appeared in the base command room, Huo Qing only felt that his hands and feet were cold, and wisps of cold poked down his backbone. What the hell is that, a nearly forty-meter-long living warship, a terrifying creature that can paralyze a fixed-point railgun, where the hell did they come from? How can this battle be fought?

I thought that the enemy had already taken out all his strength, but I didn't expect that the opponent's methods were endless, and a sense of powerlessness arose.

Surface-to-air missile launchers were attacked by surprise and all were destroyed, and fixed-point railguns were also tethered to the "Zhen. the belt", the scrapping of the two major killing weapons, the failure of failure, what can you expect next? 120MM AUTOMATIC CANNON TURRET? They're now being tossed back and forth by six-legged reptiles that go down like gophers.

Air mines? Cannons? Anti-aircraft missiles? These weapons are so powerful that they can't shatter the shells of balloon-like flying creatures unless they can gather energy into a single beam.

God, you sue me, how should this battle be fought!

Although Edward is open-minded, it doesn't mean that he doesn't have a little selfishness, to be honest, he really wants to see Huo Qing make a fool of himself, but at this moment, he hopes that the other party can turn the tide. Because, once the base falls into the hands of that strange enemy, God knows what will await him.

Escape? No kidding, Walker Stewart is an out-and-out executioner, and he never relents in killing.

Quiet, deathly silent, so quiet that even the sound of the female officer YD secreting into her aunt's towel could be heard.

At this moment, the forward position is in stark contrast to the interior of the base, the king worm is already approaching, and the "black bear" and "mountain leopard" are sliding down along the long whiskers. Inquisitor grenades exploded in the trenches, shrapnel flew everywhere, and sand flew into the air. Rows of metal nails swept by, and before some soldiers could react, they were pierced through the steel armor by sharp needles, piercing through the flesh, and finally shooting out from the back, leaving a trail of blood.

A saber-toothed tiger anti-armored combat vehicle burst out of the trench, and the tracks of the rear wheels raised a cloud of sand, which made it a target. The shot seemed to land on its face, blasting out loudspeaker after horn, and the explosion spread through the bomb storage compartment, and in the blink of an eye, the roof of the chariot was lifted off, revealing the red metal structure inside, and the charred side face of the pilot.

One after another worms were put down by the king worms, and the sharp bone spurs pierced into the backs of the soldiers who fled in a hurry like steel nails, and then pierced through the front chest, and the remaining momentum was unabated and submerged into the base wall, and pieces of titanium steel plates were scattered.

The two king insects withstood the anti-aircraft artillery fire, and flew directly to the sky above the wall, the golden light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, there were eight more arrogant warriors wearing golden battle armor on the top of the wall, and their whips were windless, their movements were like flowing water, and the moon-white energy sword cut through the sky, leaving a touch of blue, not so much killing, but dancing.

THE ENERGY SWORD SLASHED, THE 120MM TWIN CANNON TURRET WAS LIKE A RIPE WATERMELON, SPLIT INTO TWO FROM IT, AND THE EXPLOSION WAS ALL AROUND, THE FIERCE SHOCK WAVE SHOOK THE SHELL AWAY, A FANATIC SINGLE-FOOTED, WITH THE HELP OF THE FORCE TO RUSH FORWARD, TO THE TOP, THE BODY WAS TURNED AROUND, THE HEAD AND FEET, A TYPE OF "FLYING IMMORTALS OUTSIDE THE SKY", THE BLAZING SILVER LIGHT IGNITED THE ENTIRE VOID, AND THE FIXED-POINT RAILGUN CORE THAT WAS WRAPPED INTO ZONGZI EMITTED A WAVE OF ENERGY FLUCTUATIONS, AFTER TWO BREATHS, IT WAS LIKE A SMALL NUCLEAR BOMB EXPLODING, SPREADING A ROUND OF DAZZLING LIGHT TOWARDS THE BATTLEFIELD.

In the flying debris, a golden shadow jumped vertically and horizontally, and finally hit a heavy steel plate with a diameter of 4 meters on the tip of the toe. A silvery storm spread from the foothold, and countless cracks radiated rapidly towards the edge, eventually breaking into several pieces.

The recoil force drove the fanatic, like a cannonball that shimmered with golden light, and slammed diagonally into the ground battlefield.

A cannon bunker was following Huo Qing's earlier battle plan, spitting out tongues of fire at the machine gunners who were sliding down. The firelight illuminates the way ahead, but it does not illuminate the Grim Reaper who falls from the sky.

The energy sword is like a sharp blade tofu, easily sinking into the top of the bunker.

There was no footage, no details, just screams coming from the communicator......

Similar scenes played out throughout the battlefield, with soldiers huddled in the depths of trenches, hiding in the shadows of scrapped chariots, and blind, firing blankly in all directions.

They were like frightened birds, hiding from those heavenly soldiers with a panicked expression, no matter how cruel the punishment could not overcome the human fear of death, and the roar of the chief in the communicator had long been regarded as wind in their ears.

Run, run now, the farther away the better!

The rout was like an avalanche, from a single soldier to a part, from a part to the whole line, the snow mass was getting bigger and bigger, and it was out of control. Because no one knows if any monsters will come out of the ground and devour them with dark green acid. They do not want to face the fierce "mountain leopard", and they do not want to encounter the "black bear".

There are also those aliens with a body shape like dogs, taking advantage of the terrain of the trench, jumping vertically, like a blood-eating vicious dog raised by the god of death, once it is pounced, death is the only result.

Of course, these are secondary, those gold-armored warriors who jump from the wall, they are the real Grim Reaper, the chanters of the elegy of hell.

In the face of whistling bullets, even machine guns and rockets, they never flinched, and they didn't even dodge. An unknown dark blue light wave formed a high-energy shield on their bodies, absorbing not only the thermal radiation generated by the explosion, but also the high-speed moving fragments that could bounce away.

THE FIXED-POINT RAILGUN BECAME A PILE OF SCRAP METAL, THE 120MM TWIN CANNON TURRET HAD HALF OF ITS HEAD CUT OFF, AND THE MACHINE GUN BUNKERS BECAME A NATURAL COFFIN, BURYING THEIR COMRADES AND COMRADES.

What to say about sticking to it, talking about what to fight back! In the face of such an enemy, rushing up is to deliver food, and they ...... They are simply an invincible army! (Built a book friend group: 125657915, vacant seats are waiting for all book friends)