White House, Office of the President.

"Hell, they can't hold it anymore...... Some lowered their voices, while many more didn't say a word, staring at the big screen with desperate eyes, President Schmidt's hand clutching the armrest of the chair, knuckles already white.

The last ten minutes have been thrilling.

About ten minutes ago, the big screen finally showed a sight that everyone was looking forward to: someone had arrived at the window where the teleportation point was! Several shots showed a squad that was clearly battered, scarred and exhausted, but it was a surprise outnumbering outnumber—close to 20 men.

But before the people could cheer, a large number of heavily armed mech infantry rushed out of the camera, mercilessly placing the squad in a rain of fire, and in the blink of an eye, most of the members fell in a pool of blood, and only a few barely had time to hide behind cover, but this did not last long, and soon more than half of them were shot and fell.

Just when he was desperate, another group of earthlings rushed over, although this group of people was small in number, they were better equipped and had strong combat effectiveness, and they actually turned the situation back for a while, and the roar of the old man at the head even reached the office: "Try the bullets of your grandfather Gordon Rams, hahahahaha!" ”

In the Nevada desert, a scream came from a heavy truck: "Gordon! Sure enough, it's you old bastard! How did you get to the second stage! You shameless guy didn't even take me! ”

"Alright, Tom, that's an alien choice."

"Hell, old bastard Gordon, if you disgrace yourself in front of the aliens, I will never let you go!"

At this moment, Gordon's shouting suddenly stopped, and his tall and burly body shook violently twice.

"Mr. Gordon!" The boy named Pasteur screamed, regardless of the bullets flying around him, rushed up and hugged the old man, Gordon looked at the few scary wounds on his body, as if he couldn't believe that the power armor energy on his body was exhausted, and then looked at Pasteur, his eyes widened and wanted to say something, but only blood gushed out of his mouth, and then he finally fell to the ground.

Gordon Rams, a citizen of the American Community and a former second lieutenant in the Confederate Army, died on alien battlefields 32 years after his retirement at the age of 77.

"Oh my God, Gordon." The old man in the Nevada desert muttered to himself.

"Pasteur, Pasteur!" On the battlefield, another man dragged Pasteur, who was sitting there, behind a low wall, "Calm down! Now it's time for us to fight! Think about what Mr. Gordon taught you! ”

"But Mr. Hubert ......"

"No, but!" Hubert rudely shoved a rifle into him, "Shoot the way Monsieur Gordon taught you, Pasteur, now you are a warrior!" ”

Pasteur gritted his teeth, lowered his rifle to the low wall, took a deep breath, and began to aim at the mechinfantry opposite.

But there are too few people on this side of the planet. There were only four men in the fight and Pasteur, and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out one by one in the face of nearly ten times as many enemies, and there was not even a chance to move forward to the teleportation point, even though the distance was only about a hundred meters.

On Baltimore's Municipal Square, Gable, like everyone else, held his head and couldn't accept the fact in front of him: "Oh my God...... Don't ......"

Gable...... Are we really done this time? His friend Joe asked, "It's just a little bit, but who else can help them this time?" ”

"I don't know." Gable shook his head, "I just know that there aren't many people left to help them......"

Now the avatars of the 126 people next to the big screen have dimmed by half, and there are only a dozen of them left, four of which are here, and they are about to die!

Not only Gable and Joe, but in fact almost all the people of Earth have lost hope for the fate of these four compatriots.

This kind of desperate scene, watching the four compatriots fight hard but inevitably usher in the end of death, what else can there be to say?

In the ward of San Francisco City Hospital, Yoko Nakamura turned her eyes from the TV to her boss: "Manager, is there any good news?" You came from Hawaii, you didn't just visit your subordinates, right? ”

"Well, do you think we can help at a time like this?" Wang Feng, who was sitting on the chair next to her hospital bed, took a sip of his drink and his expression became more serious, "And Yangzi, you have to admit it...... The situation is not at worst, Zhao Yu is still on the field, and the earth still has a chance. ”

"I know what you mean...... I read the information from Las Vegas, and I didn't expect him to be so strong now. Yoko Nakamura said, "Is this the true power of Project Twilight?" ”

"I haven't been exposed to much in this regard, I just know that Zhao Yu was not their first choice at first...... Not? You wait. Wang Feng said and connected his mobile phone, "Yes, I am ...... Are you sure? It's really terrible, and it's still messing up at this time...... I understand, I'll cooperate. ”

"What's wrong?" Waiting for Wang Feng to hang up the phone, Yoko Nakamura asked curiously. She has been with this boss for about two years, and she knows that the other party will not deliberately hide it from her.

But this time, Wang Feng just shook his head with a very bad face: "Emergency, I have to go, you can take care of your injuries." ”

“…… Oh good. ”

"I may not have time to watch the live broadcast on the road, so I have to ask you." Wang Feng pointed to the TV, "If something happens to Zhao Yu, tell me immediately." ”

Yoko Nakamura let out an "um" without confidence.

Just as Wang Feng left the hospital, a sigh came from all directions almost at the same time - another person on the screen was knocked to the ground and never moved again.

Wang Feng sighed, got into the car parked at the entrance of the hospital, and turned off the on-board online live broadcast as soon as possible, so that when he closed the car door, the sighs and shouts outside could not be heard.

There are many people who think similarly to him, Gray Morrison in Liverpool has already withdrawn from the virtual reality and collapsed on the sofa, there are still a few netizens chatting with frustration in the live broadcast, and the host and guests have not spoken for a long time.

The last three people on the battlefield are still fighting, Hubert, Pasteur, and a woman named Brittany, the outdoor female white-collar worker who met Gordon before, miraculously survives to the present. She was the only one of the three who was still talking, trembling and even crying, but with great clarity: "I am Brittany, I am fearless, I know I will be hurt, I will die, but I will bite your flesh and drink your blood before I die...... It's not a big deal that you chose me, but you can't look down on me, or I'll make you pay!" ”

Pasteur turned his head to look at his big sister who gritted his teeth, took another deep breath, and continued to aim at the enemy in front of him.

"Grenade!" Suddenly Hubert screamed, rushed to a few meters away and picked up the grenade on the ground, and threw it back as fast as he could, but the grenade exploded a few meters after leaving his hand, Hubert screamed, his entire right arm was drenched in blood, he convulsed and fell to his knees, cursing the alien in the rudiest words.

"Mr. Hubert......"

"Leave me alone, Pasteur, keep shooting!" Hubert muffled that he was the only one of the three who did not wear power armor, so the injury was also very serious, and in the blink of an eye, blood flowed all over the ground, and he could only tie the wound tightly, completely ignoring the already broken palm, in fact, at least three fingers were missing.

"Mr. Hubert!" Pasteur screamed, "Here they are!" ”

"Hell!" Hubert cursed, grabbed a pistol in his left hand and rushed to the low wall, and after a glance, he knew that the situation was completely hopeless, and he could even make out the symbol on the power armor of the enemy on the opposite side, which was a symbol he had never seen.

Gabriel of Baltimore closed his eyes.

Tom in the Nevada desert has been muttering obletives all the time.

San Francisco's Yoko Nakamura couldn't help but reach out and cover her mouth.

The narrator exclaimed, "It's closer...... I was approached! No...... It's over this time! ”

"Enough!" Morrison, who was already restless and spinning around in the house, finally couldn't stand it, he reached out to grab the remote control and tried to turn off the live broadcast, but at this moment, an explosion came from the scene, and at the same time the voice of the commentator sounded: "What happened!" Oh my God, what happened, something suddenly hit the flanks and rear, blowing up the rushing enemy...... What is it, cannonballs! ”

After two seconds of silence, countless people, including the narrator, shouted together, their voices full of emotion: "Oh God! ”

"What happened?" Morrison no longer had the idea of cutting off the live broadcast, he hurriedly entered the virtual reality, and saw that more than ten meters behind the low wall, a scarred battle spider was striding towards this side!

"A new fighter has arrived! A tank! It's a chariot! Thank God! The narrator shouted in a hoarse voice, "We don't know who is driving the chariot, only that this is the same fellow earthmen who also participated in the assessment, but in any case, we see hope again!" ”

The chariot frantically poured flames, knocking the meched infantry in front of them backwards, and at the same time, a young man's voice was heard on the on-board radio: "Yo, little Pasteur, Lady Brittany, I didn't expect to see you here, it's great...... What about Mr. Gordon? ”

"Mr. Gordon just died." Brittany wiped a handful of ash and tears from her face, "Mr. Zhao Yu...... Is that you? ”

"Yes, it's me, Christine is there, we met up with our fellow crews, and luckily it wasn't too late."

Zhao ...... House? Gable felt the name familiar.

The narrator was also scratching his head: "The chariot driver and Miss Brittany seem to know each other, but audience, have you ever heard of this name?" I swear I should have heard the name a while ago...... Does this seem to be an Asian name? ”

Zhao Yu also saw Hubert's tragic situation at this time: "That gentleman is not lightly injured, let us solve it here, Lady Brittany, you and Pasteur will take care of him first." ”

"Hey, old man, I'm the commander." Borg interjected dissatisfiedly, "Don't steal the limelight, give me a chance to introduce myself to the beauty." ”

"I see......" Zhao Yu shrugged, "Lady Brittany, you heard me, my captain wants to say hello and regain a little popularity, and may plan to go back and ask you for dinner." ”

Even in this environment, Brittany couldn't help but laugh, and the people watching the broadcast relaxed their tense nerves a little.

"Hey, beauty, I'm Sergeant Borg Ansol of the National Army," Borg said at this point, "and my men, Private Hunter Malik, Private Zhao Yu - would you like to have a drink at the end of the battle?" ”

Almost as soon as his words fell, all the people who were guarding the screen erupted in a deafening cheer!

"Sergeant Borg Ansol! It's the Borg crew!! Gable and Joe hugged each other and shouted, "Thank God!! ”

"It's the hero crew!! The strongest vehicle combo to fight the aliens to the end!! The web host roared hoarsely, and Morrison rolled on the floor of the room, "Oh my God, they're on the battlefield in the second phase!! ”

Even the White House staff applauded and whistled, and President Schmidt shifted his body and clenched his fists hard: "They're still ......"

Obviously, Brittany and the others also knew the names of Borg and the others, and the joy was all written on their faces, and Borg whistled with satisfaction: "I like their expressions...... Alright guys, it's time to be in the limelight! Sweep the ants first, then go to the waypoint! ”