Chapter 133: The Flag Never Falls
Twenty minutes ago, all the garrisons of the National Guard garrison were urgently assembled, and a large number of transport helicopters took off in the contradiction between chaos and order, and there was no time for pre-war mobilization and repeated inspection of weapons and equipment.
After the lieutenant and the staff sergeant told the soldiers the shocking news, pessimism began to spread in the cabin, the recruits breathed nervously, their eyes involuntarily glanced out of the window, and they always felt that a missile would fly at some point, but the veterans were much calmer, chatting with each other, cheering up the recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time, and encouraging them not to be afraid, the army of the American Federation was the first in the world, even if it was really an alien, it was not an opponent.
"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath! Rookies, adjust your breathing, and you'll have a chance to show off your training results right away! β
Lieutenants and staff sergeants worked hard to help the recruits regulate their emotions, and if they couldn't maintain basic calm, they would kill themselves with their loss of control when they went into battle.
The soldiers by the window turned their heads to look out the window, the once prosperous Los Angeles was still brightly lit, but this time it was not only the lights of thousands of homes, but also the continuous war, the coastline was full of fleeing people, the city was constantly shining with flames, thick smoke rose everywhere, although it was night, you could still see the tragic scene that could not be described in words.
"Sir, I heard that Tokyo has also been attacked, and that it is already about to fall? Who exactly is our enemy? β
A private's question raised the nervousness of the others, and the commander of the Bravo squad smiled nonchalantly, "If Tokyo falls, it means that their Ultraman is still sleeping in the M78 Nebula." But Los Angeles will never fall! Because you, boys, you American supermen will be on the battlefield soon, and whether it's fucking aliens or aliens, or deformed monsters made by the Chinese or Russians, you're going to beat them back home! β
Humorous jokes can alleviate some negative emotions, but the old soldier's composure is not contagious to everyone, and the unusual reaction of a young private, pale, sweaty, and his limbs twitching, caught the attention of the veteran next to him.
"Hey! Joey! Joey Goldman! The veteran reached out and nudged him, unsure what was going on, Joey's body was shaking violently, and he was swaying as if he had an epilepsy - the symptoms did look like epilepsy, but a person with epilepsy could not pass the medical examination and could not become a member of the National Guard.
The commander of the combat squad in the cabin, Lieutenant Dave Annabul, also noticed the situation, he was over thirty years old, and although he was a low rank, he had a lot of combat experience. Lieutenant Dave left his seat, put his arm around Joey's shoulder, and after two unanswered shouts, the lieutenant turned around and shouted, "Bring me a plastic bag...... Then bring me a cloth bag, hell, then come over and help me hold Joey! β
The staff sergeant couldn't find the plastic bag or cloth bag that the lieutenant needed on the military transport helicopter, so he had to come over and help hold Joey, and Lieutenant Dave took off his hat and pressed it Joey's face, then pressed the brim of the military hat with his two big furry hands, which pressed against Joey's face.
The lieutenant kept pressing the military hat, not giving Joey a chance to breathe fresh air, but it didn't look like he was going to cover his mouth and nose to suffocate him, Joey struggled twice, but was held down by the staff sergeant on both shoulders, and the veteran next to him stepped in at the right time to help hold down Joey's legs and prevent him from kicking the lieutenant away.
Something miraculous happened, Joey's limbs stopped twitching, and his body slowly returned to normal.
Seeing this, the soldiers' eyes widened in surprise. Observing the puzzled expressions on their faces, the staff sergeant let go of Joey's shoulder, breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded, "You idiots! Joey was hyperrespiratory syndrome just now! Respiratory alkalosis caused by a decrease in the concentration of carbon dioxide in the body due to excessive respiration! In this case, let him inhale the carbon dioxide he exhaled on the spot to successfully rescue him, hell, have all this important knowledge been returned to the instructor? If you meet civilians with similar symptoms and you don't know how to give first aid, then God will curse you! β
Lieutenant Dave didn't scold like a staff sergeant, he patted Joey Goldman on the shoulder and said softly and comfortingly: "It's okay, don't be nervous, it's going to be fine, you have first-class equipment, advanced and comprehensive training, and most importantly, you have us, understand?" β
Joey was stunned, looked at Lieutenant Dave, and nodded gratefully.
"And most importantly, your mission! Civilians in Los Angeles are being terrorized, and the death toll is increasing by the minute......"
Before the last syllable of the word increase could be spoken, the staff sergeant froze, and it was not Lieutenant Dave who interrupted him, but a sharp cracking of the air and the explosion that followed.
Whewββββ
Syllable!!!
Two simple and monotonous voices, combined with the corresponding pictures, brought a huge shock to the veteran.
About a hundred meters away, another CH-47 transport helicopter turned into an ever-expanding fireball. The staff sergeant could clearly see that the helicopter was shot down by a flying creature slightly larger than an eagle, it was not too fast, but it had far more agility than a helicopter, and it exploded like a ball of flames after crashing into the cabin of the CH-47!
"Jesus......
Through the flames of the explosion, the staff sergeant could see hundreds of identical flying creatures rushing from the ground towards the flight queue of the transport helicopter as far as the eye could see!
"Pull up! Elevating! β
The rear hatch opened, the heavy machine guns fired at the flying creatures below, dozens of heavy machine guns that could form a dense fire network on the ground were placed in the air but could not intercept all the self-exposed flying objects, and the obstructed view at night also made the machine gunner unable to see the specific location of the flying creatures, one flying creature after another crossed the barrage, and one transport helicopter after another was hit and exploded.
Before entering the Los Angeles battlefield, the National Guard and the Marines encountered unexpected resistance, and hundreds of self-detonating flying creatures caused huge casualties.
The soldiers ushered in the most helpless moment of their lives, and their personal life and death fate were no longer determined by themselves, and no one could say whether the helicopter they were riding in would be shot down or when, it all depended on the mood of God and his old man. The sense of helplessness reminds them that they are not superhuman beings of the American Federation, but mere mortals who are incomparably small in the face of a higher level of will.
Joey Goldman trembled and took out a piece of paper and a gel pen from his jacket pocket, and began to write his suicide note, the veteran next to him glanced at Joy and sneered: "Boy Joey, if you are unlucky, when the helicopter explodes or crashes, your suicide note will only follow you to God, and no one else will see it." β
"Oh, you're right, so, I thought, I should let someone see my last words before that bad happens." Joey bit the cap of his pen and handed the letter in his hand to the veteran.
The veteran took the letterhead, and there was only one sentence written on it.
After reading the sentences on the paper through the dim light overhead, the veteran looked up at Joey in surprise, and he told Joey with an expression that he couldn't believe that Joey, a rookie who was so nervous that he was poisoned by breath, would choose this sentence as his last words.
Joey struggled to squeeze out a stiff smile and shouted out the sentences written on the paper.
-spangled.. never.fall.
The Star-Spangled Banner never falls!
(As for whether the mutant can pull up a team in a short time, I think it's okay, and the big hands are welcome to actively discuss)