"Aros, you lead 247 machine gunners, 29 marauders, 28 firemen, and 28 nurses to the west, to the flank of 'Someroon'. The sound of artillery was used as a signal of action to carry out an attack on the factory area. ”

"Hausen, you lead the train squadron, from here, to the east, detour to the flank of the air base, also with the sound of artillery as a signal, waiting for me to smash the base's fortifications, you lead the convoy to break into the tarmac, and strike at those fighters who have not taken off in time."

"Understood."

"Understood." The two agreed, and each led his troops down.

On the other side, Widow Ray has sneaked to the periphery of the base, wrapping the entire air base in a circular formation.

As the minutes and seconds passed, the "ready" communication between Hausen and Aros came one after another, and the Tang side took one last look in the direction of the air base, turned around and got into a siege tank.

"Huh...... Click. "WITH A BURST OF AIR AND THE RESONANCE OF GOLD AND IRON, THE SUPPORT ARMS OF THE TWO WINGS OF THE SIEGE TANK STRETCHED OUT AND FIRMLY INSERTED INTO THE ICE, AND THE DOUBLE-BARRELED PLASMA TURRET TURNED, THE BARREL CRACKED AND SLID, REFORMING INTO A 180MM PLASMA SHOCK CANNON, WHICH WAS FAR AWAY TO THE NORTH.

Randomly selected a watchtower, Tang Fang put his hand on the joystick, slid the safety bolt, and dropped his thumb.

"Whoa." The muzzle of the cannon is thundering, and the plasma is wrapped in a force field, accelerating and accelerating under the action of the magnetic rail charge.

Finally, the plasma cluster with almost the speed of light broke through the shackles of the magnetic track and flew straight into the northern sky like a meteor dragging a tail flame.

......Forty siege tanks lined up on the snowfield, and dazzling plasma balls flew out one after another from the thunderous muzzles.

The whole night sky is like a meteor shower, and the light and flames are passing through the sky, so beautiful and gorgeous.

Beautiful things are often highly toxic. Like these plasma balls, beneath their beautiful exterior are bursting plasma with infinite heat, which is far hotter and wilder than the flames.

When most of the soldiers at the air base were immersed in the boundless reverie of the scene in front of them, the object as beautiful as the aurora "boomed" and fell on the top of a watchtower, and the golden liquid of the large masses was like a vigorous spring. Patches of fire rained down on a radius of hundreds of meters.

"Whoa...... Yes...... Ah......h

"Uh......h Woo...... Boom, boom, boom......" The whimpering and exploding sound of the plasma ball piercing the sky woke up all the soldiers' sweet dreams.

The watchtowers were like burnt candles, the armor on the outside melted rapidly, the main structure was deformed, and finally collapsed, smashing countless instruments and vehicles. and even fighter planes.

Some of the radar stations suffered even worse ends, as the high-temperature plasma devoured the antennas, melted the skylights, and poured sauce into a bowl of sauce, burning the staff inside who could not leave into a stinking coke.

The various turrets and missile systems on the perimeter of the airbase are constantly rotating, the ammunition is loaded, and the missiles are ready, however. Before he could locate the target, he was blasted into slag by plasma balls.

Chaos is like a plague. In an instant, the entire air base and the "Someroon" line were swept through, and a series of explosions were heard, and the hot plasma burned the steel, igniting oil trucks, fuel depots, airplanes, houses, and ......

Kilometers of the area were reduced to a sea of fire, screams of soldiers, shrill sirens and deafening explosions. Like a song of hell, wandering under the night sky of Antarctica.

Billowing smoke rose into the air under the extreme wind, and the pungent smoke hung over the entire base. The splattered steel shards and tossed gravel in the sky were like bullets, falling on the concrete floor and sending a spark.

The "Boom ......" was accompanied by a roar, and five "Nighthawk" fighters took off into the air. Heading towards where the plasma ball came from, this is the countermeasure made by the base's emergency command team.

The Nighthawk has the ability to fight in a low-light environment, making it the most suitable counterattack force at this time.

Isn't the rebel army already in a precarious and precarious situation? Why was there a surprise attack on an air base in Antarctica? The soldiers don't understand, the pilots don't understand, even the commander-in-chief of the base, Mitchelson? Brigadier General Bush didn't understand either.

All they can do now is to find out what the enemy is doing, and then improvise and rely on the base's powerful military reserves to fight a tough battle with the enemy.

Mitchelson didn't think he would be defeated, and the rebels were a bunch of hillbillies, old hats, compared to the well-armed government army. As long as they figure out their strength and movements, the cluster of fighters in the base will give them a taste of the blossoming of their heads.

Damn how dare the reptiles burn the flames of war to his Mitchelson? Bush's doorstep. Next, let's get ready for the flames of heavenly punishment.

The flames have descended, like heavenly punishment!

However, it wasn't him Mitchelson? Instead, Bush is directing from the southern sky.

A dazzling flash of light swept through most of the southern sky like a monstrous wave, and the red haze stained the snow for thousands of miles. The wind roared, the flames were like dragons, and the sun-like brilliance lit up the entire Antarctic night sky for a while.

"Nuclear...... Nuclear bomb ......" Mitchelson stood in the command room at the rear of the base, his eyes glazed and dazed.

There was a rush of electronic busy sounds from the communication channel connected to the "Nighthawk" ......, and some sensitive electronic equipment was overloaded by the electromagnetic pulse and fell into a state of paralysis.

He ...... How many of them are there? Everyone in the command room looked at each other.

Who is the enemy? Is it Garcia's rebels or something else? Plasma cannons, and ...... Nuclear bombs, how could those hillbillies have such high-tech weapons, who are they? Who exactly is the enemy?

"Su ...... The Sulu Empire, it was the Sulu Empire that came over, it must be ...... It must have been the warships of the Sulu Empire that came over. A female officer cried out as she was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Yes, yes, only the Sulu Empire, only the fleet of the Sulu Empire has such a powerful firepower."

“……”

Fear breeds in everyone's hearts, even Mitchelson is beating a drum in his heart, although he doesn't believe that the Sulu Empire did it, but, who else is there besides the Sulu Empire? Who else can penetrate the defenses of an airbase so easily?

"Don't make any noise, don't mess around, stabilize your position, stabilize your position." As the commander-in-chief of the base, everyone can panic, but he can't. "The order was to empty the runway as soon as possible and evacuate all fighters to the hangar. There is also the 'Someroon' side, which seals all the products, lowers the factory area, and moves the operation line underground...... Fast. ”

"General." Just as Mitchelson was directing the emergency response team to move important equipment, the intelligence officer suddenly pointed to the central screen: "He...... They came in. ”

"Huh?" Everyone turned their heads to look, and at the wall that was blasted into a pile of rubble by plasma balls, several light off-road vehicles that had never been seen before crossed the wall, pulled scratches on the ground, drifted at extreme speed, and rushed to the helipad around the fighters who were preparing to evacuate with a "woo", and then used the powerful flamethrowers on the roof to paint the fighters into a ball of red.

"Ahh......h The flames were like vicious dogs that pounced on their prey, tearing hard at them.

40 vehicles, a full 40 flame chariots, high-speed, flexible, steady, powerful, and wide range of damage. They are like a pack of wolves in the snowy fields that have slaughtered into the flock, leaving wildfire purgatory in their wake.

"Boom, boom, boom......" one aircraft after another caught fire and exploded. From unmanned aerial vehicles, to fighter jets, helicopter gunships, and even large strategic bombers, if you look down from a high altitude, the entire airport runway is like lighting a torch, the flames "beep" and the smoke billowing out.

The explosions in the fortifications have not stopped, and each round of shelling by siege tanks will leave behind a fire-and-flamed flying star at the air base and the "Someroon" factory. Dazzling and magnificent, yet terrifying and terrifying.

"Mitchelson, quick, send reinforcements, the enemy ...... The enemy came in. "There was a flash of light and shadow on the communication screen, and the head of the "Someroon" company, Sassoon? Leonard said with an anxious expression.

As he spoke, the intelligence officer next to him transferred a copy of the footage to a satellite monitor. The situation at the "Someroon" plant was even worse than at the air base, where the flames and the light of the explosion almost overlapped into a rushing wave, raging across the above-ground part of the plant.

The flashes of guns and cannons were continuous, and between the cracks in the building were leaping figures, some guys with a body width of one meter and a height of nearly three meters tilted a large number of grenades in the middle of the factory, and some thin guys were looking for trouble with the security personnel.

Mitchelson also saw a group of flying soldiers, like evil lords in the night. They have an incomparably ugly face, so ugly that one glance at them will wake them up in a dream.

Of course, these three types of soldiers have limited destructive capabilities, and they can't inflict heavy damage on the factory area that stretches for thousands of meters for a while, and what really makes Mitchelson feel powerless is the kind of guys with flamethrowers on both ends of their arms.

More than 20 meters flame range, ultra-high temperature plasma plasma. Steel melts quickly in front of them, organic materials burn in front of them, and plumbing equipment bursts in front of them......

They are a group of darlings of fire, oh no, a group of fire mad demons from hell, the kings of ruin.

In this asura field where the fire and gunpowder smoke blended, there was also a group of white hell angels, wearing sexy power armor, wearing openwork helmets, and beautiful faces. Like angels, they cast a holy light of healing.

Oh my God! Can...... But they are clearly healing a group of demons, a group of purgatory demons who bring the flames of war to the world. (To be continued......)