What does Hydra stand for?

The Hydras probably never thought about it seriously, or rather, it wasn't even a problem, a king, a monarch who hadn't been seen for a long time, an amulet, a hydra.

Everything can be done, not against the king.

Kingsley casually straightened the helmet hanging from the back of his neck, and someone behind him shouted, "Hey! Lez, are you dead in a dung pit? ”

"It's coming!" Kingsley scolded back, fastened his belt, pretended to pee and shivered a few times, then swaggered out of the toilet tent, and the next bald head who yelled and untied his belt only cared about crackling, where would he notice that there would be a puddle of oil red stains under his butt that were not quite right?

The dog tag felt slightly cold against his chest, and Kingsley was so familiar that he didn't need any extra action to read the information of the soldier he had just killed and dissolved by his sneak. As a more experienced survival camouflage hydra, the corresponding meaning is seamless concealment, unless you use more advanced equipment such as blood tests to check them one by one, you will never notice that a companion is the same skin and different hearts by the naked eye. But as the ability says, if there is no way to hide seamlessly, how can there be signs to check it?

The barracks presented an atmosphere of tension and leisure at the time of the battle, the attack was frustrated many times, coupled with the failure of the early ambush, it was naturally difficult to raise morale, the fortification was in front of you, but the hedgehog generally could not be taken down, and hundreds of corpses were paid only to touch the wall, and the few enemy troops who were confirmed to be killed were all recovered, but the elite such as the armored infantry was in and out of no man's land.

When war turns into attrition, and disciplined soldiers enter the battlefield with the threat of pistols and whips, the officers must relax and provide as much supplies as possible if these soldiers who have been fighting hard since birth serve their death.

Kingsley squinted at a column of military trucks on the pontoon, carrying not only reinforcements, but also boxes of ammunition and water, those veterans who were lucky enough to survive the attack two days ago all carried the wooden crowbar and smashed it, took out canned meat and pure water to feast on, heavy oil, salty and spicy beef offal smeared with oil on black bread, accompanied by soda rushed into the stomach, usually this is the treatment of the regular army of the city-state, and the regular army picks the rest of the people to form the Northern United Army naturally

You have to pick the rest.

Frankly speaking, Kingsley has not infiltrated the regular army, but the sense of collective honor that seems to be integrated makes the Hydra who are used to fighting in squads quite unaccustomed, although they are not discovered, but it is always difficult to do their best, if there is any difference, it is probably the word fighting spirit.

Fight. Kingsley remembered the Winter War a few months ago, the most tragic battle did not take place in the Harrisburg raid that is now celebrated by the world, nor was it necessarily the street battle in Tombstone City, but the middle line of the four or five months of see-saw between the two sides, a small town called Mandsville, at first it was the peak of the Crusader offensive, and then it was the bottom counterattack of the Iron Army, and the rare armored encounters in the wasteland achieved the prestige of the Thirteen-Ringed Black Star again and again, but no one will ever remember those who tried to save a house, And the militia of wives and children inside, in what way they resisted the crusaders. For hundreds of days and nights, there was no regular army.

As time passed, Kingsley whistled past the supply camp, and the soldiers who ate the cans had no idea that the Hydra Poison Blender had put in a specific ingredient, a little excitement, so that they would not lag behind the pace of the purple poncho.

The supplies used by the purple poncho must be the highest, and the slightly higher dirt bag on the left side of the camp is the garrison point, Kingsley raised his head and looked at it, just in time to briefly make eye contact with the captain of the purple poncho who was silently maintaining his guns, obviously, the latter still had the unique arrogance of the purple poncho in his eyes, if he was to Kingsley, who joined the club at the same time but did not die, it was naturally another attitude.

The rallying horn sounded.

Kingsley tightened his helmet strap, put on a dust scarf, and handed out old M16 rifles, Kingsley got the Fal rifle, the semi-automatic rifle that was once called the "right hand of the free world" had long been eliminated and sealed before the war due to the excess kinetic energy of the full-power bullet and large recoil, until today, the radiation of the strong physique and the sinister monster revived a group of veterans.

"When the shelling is over, there will be mortars to provide support, you have to step on the explosion point and move forward, the sappers will release smoke, the friendly chariots will flank the gladiatorial arena, you will attack the enemy building No. 2 along the A path, and if the fire is too strong, you will temporarily stop at the frog pit......" The lead officer arranged, of course, after many nods from the enemy snipers, the school officer did not allow them to go into battle in person

Finish.

The artillery fire came as promised, Kingsley squatted in the trench, next to him were sweaty and smelly soldiers, some chewing gum, some unconsciously pulling the mud wall, the sound of the drone's rotor sharp skimming through the air gave a little comfort, and disappeared after a few minutes, not thinking that it must have been the enemy who threw EMP jamming bombs.

They were waiting for the whistle to blow.

The chariot ran over the trench, the sharp whistle sounded, the people grabbed the ladder and turned out of the trench, Kingsley skillfully hid behind half of his companion, this was an excellent candidate to block his life, and sure enough, the top ghost quickly fell down with a "poof" on his brow, and Kingsley immediately broke away from his original formation and transferred to another group that was still a complete team. He didn't choose to follow the rear of the chariot, because he had clearly observed the purple-blooded man's favorite way of counterattacking for so many days, sniping with cold guns, sweeping the stragglers with swimming firepower, and waiting until the chariot was panicked by rockets, which was the best moment to assault.

The bell tower climbed out of the people, only a few seconds before and after, completely not enough for the chariot machine gun to find and return fire in the open area made up by the smoke of gunpowder, so a few armor-piercing catapults dragging the trail of white smoke were fired, the driver stubbornly remained stable, the first round of armor-piercing shells only tore off the external sandbag barbed wire, but the next time either with human flesh to the top, or hit a spoonful of stew.

The first tank was forced to stop, and the moment it stopped, the strafing fire that came from nowhere instantly eliminated a group of infantry behind the vehicle, and this group of guys who were trying to avoid the fragments were either killed or wounded, attracting more of their own infantry to rescue in the past, which inevitably severely damaged morale, and the agile or fearless heavy sappers received machine gun assistance, and frantically pounced to the location where the dark fire point appeared, and planted the explosives bag. When he wanted to retreat again, a familiar feeling from the blood drifted through Kingsley's mind, and he knew that the purple-blooded man had made a move.

Half of the heavily armed sappers were broken and struggling to escape from the intersection of fire, Kingsley was lying in the crater, knowing very well what a vicious trick this was, such a valuable training engineer, the officers would definitely call the low-value infantry to take it back, and once there was a weak point in the battle line, the armored infantry would pour out, and the three of them would become tigers. Not a single lightly armed vehicle dared to face the onslaught of an exoskeleton that could tear through the hatch and pierce the armor.

The white mist is surging, and poisonous snakes are hidden.