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Chapter 162 The Great Red First Division

"boom!"

The exploding grenade brought out a lot of smoke and dust.

Unfortunately, those hit bullets were like mosquito bites, and they could not hurt them at all.

Even the explosion of the grenade could not make the ice cream monster's surface that seemed to melt easily.

Two balls of ice cream snowballs penetrated the top armor of the infantry fighting vehicle and drilled into the interior.

"Boom! Boom!"

With a violent explosion, the infantry fighting vehicle was directly blown up and split into pieces. There were only two deep pits left on the hard road, as if they were bombarded.

"My Fark, I never thought in my life that I would see such a terrifying side of ice cream!"

"Bichi, Bichi, I will eat ice cream every day after I go back!"

Several American soldiers were teasing each other to hide their inner fears.

The ice cream monster punched the front armor of an infantry combat vehicle that had no time to react.

The entire chariot was blown away by this punch, and the restless air directly tore the entire chariot into a pile of scattered metal fragments in the air.

The fragments fell like heavy rain. The surviving soldiers watched the scene blankly. Their morale collapsed. This was not a monster they could deal with.

"...This is simply a unilateral massacre...we simply don't have the power to resist."

The collapsed soldier shouted in the channel.

The wreckage of infantry fighting vehicles almost filled the entire street. The remaining oil in the car body was burning, Mars burst out, the red heat of steel burning, and the flames were everywhere, and the rolling smoke rose into the sky.

The entire Afghanistan has become a doomsday scene because of a ghost-level monster. Until now, the group of congressional masters have not given up.

In fact, they are not just for those poppy and marijuana, America wants an answer and a result.

That's why they insist on continuing to attack. If even their advanced weapons cannot destroy a ghost-level monster, then human hope can only be handed over to the superheroes. This is something that makes these guys very uneasy.

There was silence nearby as if it were the end of the world, with only the crackling sound of flames burning.

The Taliban and the Ten Rings Gang have completely retreated and evacuated this area.

Even the civilians fled, and the remaining people hid in the house and did not dare to go out.

At the military airport of Afghanistan's US troops stationed in Afghanistan, large C-17 transport aircraft were constantly guiding and descending from the tower. A behemoth weighing more than 70 tons was used from the cabin amid the roar of the gas turbine and assembled outside the airport.

The Dahong First Division is the ace force of the US Army. The first series of m1a2 tanks is improved. It is equipped with new ammunition (m829a4 and programmable air bombs) produced by Stark Industrial, supporting ammunition data links, new thermal imagers and new remote-controlled weapon stations, and the price is 20 million US dollars.

M2a3 infantry fighting vehicles with reactive armor hanging.

Well-trained, fully armed elite infantry.

This power is where America's confidence lies in its self-confidence that many strong people look down on other countries, but after the emergence of monsters and superheroes, these powers seem to have gradually lost their value.

"Why are there no war machine and iron overlord?"

The commander of the US military stationed in Afghanistan roared at the other end of the phone.

He doesn't want any tanks and Apaches, he wants war machines and Iron Overlords!

"Calm down, Mr. Commander, the First Division of the Great Red Division has enough firepower. Don't blindly believe in war machines and the Iron Overlord. In terms of firepower alone, the First Division of the Great Red Division is much more powerful than them."

said on the other end of the phone.

"Fuck the firepower, don't think I don't know you just worry about the safety of the Pentagon and Wall Street and refuse to dispatch war machines and the Iron Overlord!"

The commander of the US military stationed in Afghanistan couldn't help but curse and then said.

Since the Weir Society raided the world and the danger of Wall Street in America being almost captured by Weir, the United States not only vigorously purchased war machines and Iron Overlords, but also the original war machines and Iron Overlords' exit missions were all cancelled. Without the approval of Congress, neither the war machine nor the Iron Overlords could leave the country to carry out the mission.

Of course, the war machines and Iron King sold by Blade Technology Industry to other countries can still be exported. After all, they can't control Zodhes now.

"Mr. Commander, pay attention to your words!"

The commander hung up the phone with a snap, and was very angry.

Is it that if Dahong First Division is going to fight that monster?

The attack helicopter battalion was not even willing to receive communications from the frontline requesting support because it felt like it would die miserably.

The group of Dahong 1st Division, who were driving tanks and superstitious about the power of steel monsters, had already learned a lesson.

No matter what the ice cream monster is, the difference between the Americans, Afghans, the Taliban and the Ten Rings, its mission is to destroy poppy and marijuana, and kill people and entertainment.

This time the Taliban and the Ten Rings were seriously damaged, almost as if they were severely damaged, and the empty areas were probably controlled by the United States to grow more poppy and marijuana, provided they could destroy the monsters.

“Request support!”

"Strange...ah!"

Listening to the coordinates reported by the communication, the pilots attacking the helicopter battalion prayed to each other, and then drove Apache to the front line.

In addition to Apache, there were other armed helicopters equipped with a large amount of heavy firepower. They saw the ice cream monster from a distance, and the Hellfire missiles and machine guns roared directly.

"We just need to fire all the Hellfire missiles."

One of the helicopter pilots said.

Then he was destroyed by a ball of ice cream snowball.

If it is elsewhere, children or dessert lovers may think it is a dream to see such a large ice cream snowball.

But other helicopters who witnessed this scene felt that they might be suffering from ice cream phobia.

"Fake, the ice cream snowball fired by that weirdo can compare to the main gun of the 155mm caliber tank!"

"Emergency avoidance, don't be hit by it!"

"I don't believe that an ice cream can block bullets and missiles!"

The helicopter pilots were either completely crazy and passionate, or they were timid. The machine cannon and Hellfire missiles flooded the ice cream monster, and the effect they produced... In fact, there was no difference.

After all, it's hard for them to avoid the ice cream monster's snowball.

Half an hour later, the first Dahong Division was completely killed.

The Congress and the American president who received the news both showed incredible expressions. Just kidding, that is the Great Red Division, the ace force of the United States!
Chapter completed!
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