"They're dealing with me first."

This thought suddenly flashed through Steve's mind, first the sudden ceasefire of the attack below, and then the increased firepower and accuracy of this side, with his brain, it is not difficult to see the problem.

"I've got to keep it going."

This is the second thought that flashed through Steve's mind, he didn't know what the inevitable relationship was, his era, everyone still used human calculations to fight wars, computers had not yet been born, and he didn't understand why the current artillery aiming and firing needed the assistance of computers.

But this did not prevent him from making a choice, since he attacked him, he could not attack the below, then, he had to stay here, contain them, and use him alone to be able to neutralize the attack on the entire Washington Mansion, what a cost-effective thing it was?

Moreover, Steve also knows that the US military is not stupid, aliens attack New York, because of the Security Council or some reason, the military cannot arrive, but this is Washington, the capital.

The capital was attacked, and you are still indifferent?

Who would dare to take this responsibility? Who would dare?

The military will definitely respond as soon as possible, and the Air Force has even taken off and rushed here, that is to say, as long as Steve insists on staying here and undergoing the baptism of artillery fire, then when the Air Force comes to help, whether it is fighting with the Air Force or escaping, this space carrier will not be able to continue to attack Washington below.

"Then let's have some fun!"

The captain thought silently in his heart, abandoning the previous idea of wanting to board the ship, he wanted to stay here, because, this can save people.

The cannon fire in the sky, as if celebrating a feast, is the main character, of course, Captain Steve Rogers flying in the air.

He is like a petrel, flying in the waves, moving his body, accompanied by artillery fire, dancing with the light of the fire.

Steve has already begun to use qigong, the consumption of Yuebu is very large, his physical fitness is limited after all, even after Wang Hao's extreme training, far beyond the level of human beings, it is difficult to withstand long-term high-intensity consumption.

The Void Dance would allow him to float in the air, saving him some effort, but his short time of practice was not enough to make him agile enough to dodge the shells.

His forehead was sweating, and every shell was dangerous enough for him to be deeply wounded, like dancing on the tip of a knife, and he could not afford to be slack or careless.

He had to dodge every shell accurately, and once he was hit, he would be hit countless times when his body stopped, and he had to stay focused at all times, like a robot, running his body at maximum power.

The roar of the cannonballs was like thunder, but the captain's body was as fast as lightning, and so far, the saturated attack had lasted for about five minutes, but not a single one hit him.

Each of his jumps allowed him to move a distance out of thin air, avoiding deadly attacks that swept past him, but at the same time, every time he jumped, his face turned pale, like his snow-white clothes thrown into bleach and bleached again.

The captain does not feel tired, his body automatically breaks down lactic acid, like a war horse, if you don't pull it, it will keep running until it dies.

However, he could feel the pain, his legs, as if they were torn, but he used his iron will to block the pain, he was still only in pain, not to the point of numbness, he could still jump, he could still persevere.

"Hold on, it's going to take a while, Rogers, keep going."

Looking at the sea of fire below, Steve, who had already used to dodge the cannonballs, could faintly hear the cries and wails of the civilians below, and he knew very well that once he stopped and he was knocked down, then the next round of attacks would start again, and all these people who were still crying would die.

"Conman, Rogers, hold on!"

Having struggled to avoid a cannonball, feeling an inexplicable twitch in the calf of his right foot, and the sharp pain that followed, the captain took a deep breath and roared, but no matter how hard he tried, both legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he was indifferent.

He sighed, floated in the air, and took the lid of his cauldron in his hand from behind his back.

"Come on, Pierce, don't you want to kill me, come on! You coward, villain, hypocrite sonofbitch, come on! ”

The captain, who never swears, rarely bursts out foul language, and uses his super memory to spill all kinds of swear words he hears from Tony and others on Pierce.

He wants to attract attention, attract firepower, buy time for military reinforcements, and buy time for the civilians below.

"What is he talking about?"

Looking at the captain who opened his mouth wide on the screen and kept talking something, Pierce suddenly asked, he had been paying attention to this place, just now a cannonball exploded next to the captain, and the fireworks in the sky enveloped him, but it made Pierce really happy for a while.

"Well, I'll turn on the radio and take a look."

With the operation of the agents, the sad words of the hearers and the sad words of the scolded came out, and they spread throughout the bridge, and countless agents who were operating heard it clearly, Captain America was greeting their chief's mother.

Feeling the strange gaze that looked around, Pierce was annoyed.

"Look at what? What are you looking at, don't hurry up and kill this guy, and you, don't hurry up and turn off this damn sound. ”

Looking at the cannonball that came again, the captain waved his shield and slapped it fiercely, dodging, he couldn't dodge anymore, the muscles of his feet were almost torn, he couldn't perform the moon step, if it wasn't for him being able to fly, he would probably have fallen.

It's useless to dodge, then resist hard, use your own body to bear the cannonballs that should have hit the ground, and exchange your own lives for the lives of the millions of creatures below.

"Concentrate artillery fire, use such a small shield, and just want to block our attack, then it will be done for you."

Jaswebb immediately noticed that the captain was floating in the air and no longer moving, and the light of wisdom flashed on his big bald head, and he immediately made a decision, so that everyone began to concentrate the artillery attack and give the captain a baptism.

"Hey, hey, hey, claw!"

Jaswebb thought silently in his heart, pressed the attack button, and the deafening sound of cannonballs was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and the whole sky suddenly fell silent, except for the cannonballs that flickered with fire, attacking the small figure suspended in the air.