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Chapter 109 God-given Raiders

"Major, according to the report of the Southern Post, a small team of unknown identity appeared in the distance, and was quickly approaching the battlefield." At this moment, the liaison officer came out of the command car and said in panic.

"Unidentified team?" Stilwell frowned. Who would be from the south? Is the Southern Union Army? Impossible! Even if you take an armed helicopter, you can't arrive so quickly. Moreover, the 608th Armored Division of the First First Legion is not a vegetarian. How could it be let them come here?

"Yes, according to the Detective, they were wrapped in thick power armor, but they were not the 'Guardian Knight', but the other styles, with three types in total."

"Isn't it the 'Guardian Knight'? There are three more?" Stilwell was stunned.

"Major, the front troops asked if the attack was launched."

Before Stilwell could speak, Grant next to him grabbed the contactor's hand with excitement: "Does some of those people have a cooling tower with a bloated body, just like a black bear? Some are slightly smaller and hold a large assault rifle in their hands?"

"Huh? Have you seen them?" The contact officer looked at Grant in a daze.

"It's not just that I've seen it! They saved our lives." After saying this, he quickly walked towards the south. Walton, Monroe and others behind him had incredible expressions on their faces, and they hadn't spoken for a long time.

Only Sam was showing off at them, making a face, and then chasing Grant.

Although Stilwell was a little confused, he learned a little through their conversation and hurriedly ordered the liaison officer: "Hurry, tell the security team in the south, don't open fire, they are friendly forces."

"Oh." The liaison officer touched the back of his head, turned around and plunged into the command car.

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When Stilwell explained and rushed to the south edge of the battlefield with Walton and others, Grant was walking back and forth with anxiety on his face.

He took a high-power telescope from the sentry, raised it to his eyes, and looked towards the south.

At the end of the distant horizon, more than 30 figures came from afar like a surging wave. The 13 black charcoal heads, wearing heavy armor and bloated, shook their feet in one step and from a distance, weren't they just a team of black bears.

Behind them are 13 iron lumps holding large assault rifles, and their blue-black helmets reflect the setting sun in the horizon, reflecting a circle of arcs.

At the end are 12 people wearing flamethrowers, wearing gas masks, and their movements are erratic, like ghosts.

"What kind of equipment is this? Where did they come from?" Stilwell swallowed and murmured to himself.

Grant and others didn't know whether they were all focused on the other end of the horizon or how to answer, but they didn't say anything. They stretched their necks one by one, looking at the small black dots that were getting closer and closer at the end, showing a complex look of surprise, confusion, joy, shock, and other emotions that merged together.

"Add to Tarosa, aren't they only 19 people? Why are there 38 people here?" Joey stared at the armored troops that were getting closer and closer at the end of his sight, and said with a confused look on his face.

"Look, the last 12-man team, my god! The jet backpack is a thing that only the elite special forces of the Dolanx Republic have. It is extremely expensive." Monroe swallowed hard, his expression not much better than Joey. When they broke up, they had only 19 people, two types of power armor, and in more than an hour, not only did the number increase, but even the types of power armor were more.

Sam was happy. If Walton hadn't held him tightly, he would have run out of the bunker early in the morning.

As the surprise subsided, Stilwell calmed down, slowly lowered his telescope and sighed softly. Even if these people were friendly forces and sincerely helped their side, even if they were advanced equipment, they could fight against two, or even against three. However, don't forget that the government army has more than 1,500 elite soldiers, and also the naval fleet provides artillery support.

38VS15000? Think about it with the soles of the feet and know what the result will be.

"I know what you are worried about." When Stilwell was distracted, Grant came behind him and patted his right shoulder casually: "To be fair, the combat effectiveness of these soldiers is the only one I have seen in my life. Take my company for example. If you face them, there is no need to have more. Just pick out five or six armored soldiers and you can put us all over."

"What?" Stilwell thought he had heard it wrong, or Grant had a funny head, turned his head and looked at the man in front of him with a serious face, known for his integrity and loyalty: "Grant, I heard it right? Are you saying it true?"

"You heard it right." Grant said word by word.

"The heavy soldiers in the front row have such strong defense. The Empire's "Guardian Knight" doesn't deserve it. The 12.7MM heavy-duty rotary cannon fires like tickling. Its attack power is even more terrifying. Did you see the dark muzzle in the front of your arm?"

"Don't look at me, yes, you guessed it right, those are grenade launchers."

"Aside from the row of light-armed soldiers holding large assault rifles at the back, they used only nine people to smash more than 100 new unmanned fighters equipped with MINI missiles into a pile of steel garbage, but they only lost two people."

"As for the 12 soldiers with jet-squirting backpacks at the end, to be honest, it is the first time I have seen each other. I don't know how powerful they are. However, old friend, think carefully. The enemy is hiding in those tall buildings. Before our brother climbs up, we will be discovered by snipers and shot dead. But what if they were replaced? Is it a highland? Is it a depression? What's the difference? The broken factory area is no different from a flat land for them."

"Think about it, when the enemy is lying on the window and waiting to snipe our soldiers, what effect will this flying surprise suddenly appear on the battlefield? "

Grant's words were like the spell of the sea witch. Stilwell couldn't help but think a lot in his mind. He saw the enemy's escape in a panic and vaguely heard the sniper's sad cry.

Can do it, can do it! This will be a sharp knife that pierces into the enemy's heart, helping him in time and saving the Alliance's troops from the sky from danger.

"Quick, hurry, Grant, Kelson, go and greet them with me. God is above, so you can't be too slow to be with our God-given guests." Stilwell's expression was like the clear sky after the rain, and a row of snow-white teeth appeared on his originally dark and charcoal-like face.

"Oh...oh!" Kelson, who was in charge of the outer vigilance of the South District, woke up from his endless reverie, subconsciously agreed, jumped out of the bunker, followed Stilwell and Grant, and quickly ran towards the steel cavalry.

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