"Yes, ask for reinforcements!" Gregors hung up the phone with a "bang" when he heard this, and buttoned his coat twice, and the maid in the bedroom who was half-exposed in the nightgown was busy putting away her autumn waves, knowing that this was not the time to be coquettish, disturbing the important military affairs of the adults, and throwing them into the camp of military prostitutes in minutes.

No one is happy to be woken up at four o'clock in the morning, let alone wake up from drowsiness by a barrage of bad news. Gregos is a powerful figure in the Solomon family, and his public office is the second-level consul of the Combine Army in Steel City, and his immediate boss is the famous Hank Prince, who was injured in the ruins of Old Cleveland and then made a noble title to "retire", and all the power was given to Gregos, staring at this fat person who can have hundreds of thousands of dollars in net profit every quarter can fill an infantry battalion. Any mistake can be magnified by someone who cares, let alone a big negligence like losing an interstate highway outpost?

"Pick me up from the Combine ......Headquarters," Grigos rushed into the communications room in disheveled clothes, and the staff officer was held down as soon as he dialed the dial. No, Lieutenant Graemu, Company F, Battalion B, 23rd Infantry Regiment of the Combine. ”

At this time, you have to be your own family to rest assured, if the basket is more valuable than the military rank, who can afford it? Gregus thought.

The phone was quickly connected, and presumably the other end of the phone was also inexplicably pulled out of the bed. Gregos cleared his throat and said sternly, "It's Graemm, right?" Yes, there's something you need to deal with now, oh, it's to let your little cubs go out for training, and I've already had someone send the military intelligence report. ”

In the barracks on the other end of the phone, Grim Solomon couldn't hold back and yawn, listening to his uncle's orders with a gloomy face, and secretly thought: What the hell you did, let me clean it up? But he still replied respectfully: "Clearly, a little thing, you can rest assured, I will do it for you before lunch." ”

How many homeless people, who don't know how much garbage they catch and kill every year, want to visit so late at night? Uncle Clan really came back alive. Grim spitted.

"That's good, it's the town of Venat that has eaten an ambush, you take half of the people to go, use the personnel carrier directly under me, be quiet, come back after this fight, I will promote you to the battalion commander, next time there is a quota in the steel army, I will do my best to protect you!"

Into the Iron Army?! Graeme is a spirit, as long as he eats this bowl of rice in the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, and mixes into the Iron Army, that is, the equipment and military salary are inexhaustible, except for the kind of honorary officers like Hydra who have no real duties, a real power steel officer is not a little simpler than being promoted to a black wall citizen! If you can really do this list, you will not hesitate to lose all the people under your hands!

Graeme "brushed" his feet together and said loudly, "Guaranteed to complete the task!" As soon as he put down the phone, he hurriedly put on his military uniform and buckled his belt, called the guards, and ordered: "Urgently assemble all reliable people in the company, and assemble in ten minutes in the No. 2 parking lot outside the garrison headquarters!" ”

"Tell the boys that the time has come to make money from the war!"

……

Simon naturally didn't know that the Combine Army far outside Zhika City had already begun to move, and of course, even if Simon knew, he probably scoffed. As an old Ranger who had served in the most elite troops before the war, a Hydra warrior who had fought alongside the Iron Army in the wasteland, a mere Coalition Army, an army that had gnawed at a half-remodeled fortress in the ruins of Zika and still had its head bled out, what was Simon's fear? Besides, his goal is to swallow the Venat outpost and the reinforcements with the belt!

It doesn't matter if it breaks the belly, eat it in the stomach first, and then talk about the rest! Even if you spit out, you can grind off the skin and spit it out!

Simon looked at his watch, which showed that at 4:56 a.m., about half a point before the attack began, Marco's assault team was still trapped near the stone wall of the town, and the gratifying result was that all the machine-gun bunkers on the west side of the town were pulled out, and they were suppressed by the fire of the watchtower if they tried to go any further.

Simon watched cautiously the gunfire in the town of Venat, his eyes firmly fixed on the gun emplacements in the southwestern part of the town, and the small observation tower closest to the stone wall to the east of the town. It was a small box-shaped bunker made of high-grade cement, but not as tall as a watchtower. Simon's gut feeling that the Observatory is a vulnerable place in the overall defensive layout.

In order to plan this attack, Simon carried out a number of reconnaissance in advance, including the attack on the road of the truck convoy entering the town of Wenatt during the day yesterday. In the eyes of the pervasive Hydra, there is nothing that cannot penetrate, and the fact that he has not secretly engaged in some bomb sabotage is simply Simon's attempt to hone and hone the new purple poncho that has just arrived, and directly eliminate the remnants with a brutal battle.

The crossfire between the small observation post and the four guard towers, the core defense circle of the town of Weinat, was divided into a section of the town bungalows, which meant that if a group of people broke into the bungalow area, the joint between the main guard tower and the observation post would be cut off. However, the main watchtower has also been firing at the path leading to the observation post during the battle to maintain deterrence, leaving the possibility of reinforcements. However, despite this, as long as the attackers are willing to throw enough corpses and eat this observation post, it will not be difficult to use it as a springboard to further isolate the watchtower east of the town!

Seizing the fighter, Simon was unwilling to miss it, and immediately dragged Peter, who was very happy to shoot coldly, grabbed the back of his head and said: "You and your father, take twenty people, towards that point, yes, the road I pointed, to the east to occupy the pillbox, and then hold where it is." ”

Peter snorted heavily, and was slapped by Simon before leaving.

"Everyone else dies when they die, you and your father give me a good life!"

Peter took a deep look at Simon, who was getting stranger and stranger, and called Daddy Jonathan, who had become a pair of brass armor wrapped in chains, and rushed down the hillside of shrapnel-ridden flesh.

Peter leaps from crater to crater with a skilful low stance, never standing in pairs or larger with others to avoid attracting attention. Even if he was forced to avoid the fire blockade halfway, he would carefully and skillfully hide behind the corpse, and be flexible like a black cat in the dark night, which was an instinct that war had taught him.

Compared with the agile Peter, Jonathan's father is much more straightforward, and the bullet chain on his body is like a layer of armor, helping him block several shots, and the powerful kinetic energy of the point 50 machine gun failed to stop this reckless man once, even if he really hits, it is really nothing to Jonathan, and he is a fierce man with a branding strip once.

The father and son rushed into the commando position. When Marco saw that reinforcements were coming, and regardless of the few people who had arrived, he immediately raised his hand and pointed at the gunfire sticking out of the window on the second floor of the observation post. said: "Peter, you are fast, I will cover you, you can see if you can throw a slam out." ”

"Small." With two fingers and a stroke of his forehead, Peter took the "Grand Slam" from Marco, the product of five fragmentation grenades tied together to a wooden-handled grenade. Sweep through the gaps in the sandbags.

"Say it when you're ready, or I'll come in someone else."

"Alright."

"Then I'll count to three."

"Three ......"

"Two ......"

"One!"

As soon as the words fell, Marco poked his head out faster than Pete and shouted, "Cover shot!" The commando, who had just been crushed behind the stone wall and could not move, immediately crouched up, their rifles in their hands and threw bullets at the observation post without hesitation. A black shadow flickered by, narrowly escaping the strangled net.

"Ahh The sound of a terrible howl resounded through the night. In order to cover this time, the only remaining assault team was hit by a watchtower machine gun that came to the attention, which was purely 50 bullets, and the hit was a broken leg and hand. Marco didn't look at his companion, only gritted his teeth and shot the last magazine, shouting, "Change the magazine!" Then he went back.

At this time, Malco suddenly saw a scene that he will never forget. Jonathan was covered in the flames of ignited bullets, and the roar faintly drowned out the sawn Browning he was holding, and the rain of bullets in the distance was just a drizzle, drenching him. The only machine gun of the assault team persistently strafed in one direction.

"Damn, these two madmen ......" Marco opened his mouth and spat at the blood foam, crawling and twisting and changing, and the commandos who had been hit by the bullets gradually stopped wailing, there were first aid injections, but the price of thousands of yuan a shot has exceeded the value of the lives of too many displaced people.

There's no one in this flesh mill who isn't a raw material.

"Boom!" Holding his head in his hands, Peter fell into the crater as if he had stepped on the spot of a cannonball, his forehead warm and the salty smell in his mouth, but he only stared firmly at the nearby pitch-black observation post, which stood tall.

"Come on, come on...... Peter thought silently, unscrewed the lid under the wooden handle, pulled out the ceramic pendant, wrapped the fuse around his hand, looked at a vacancy, grabbed the edge of the crater and rolled out, and stood up in an instant, and the pendant was pulled and sent away!

"Boom!" The loud jolt even made Simon's scope crooked a little. He hurriedly lowered his scope, and from such a distance, Simon also saw the colorful fireworks coming out of the east side of the town, and he couldn't help but hammer the sand and exclaimed, "Beautiful! ”

"Signal to the south, get moving! While the town's reinforcements are going to the east, I'll get those two mortars intact!" ”

Simon tapped his temple, at this distance, the psychic sequence was not clear, but a brief command was more than enough. In the glimmer of vision, I could see a series of rapidly moving black shadows on the south side of the town. Simon thought for a moment and said to Mukair: "You go in person, don't see that it's Hydra who has haunted, get the mortar!" ”

Mukael bowed his head and disappeared in the blink of an eye, Simon's upper teeth touched his lower teeth, and from beginning to end, he did not fire a single shot, and he also understood that on the wrong side, many people were doomed.