Stilwell looked at all this blankly, his eyes dazed and confused. "They passed, and they actually passed... The death zone that even armored vehicles could not break through, relying on just two legs, they actually passed without any damage. This... this is simply incredible."

Kelson rubbed his eyes hard, fearing that he would not be able to see clearly, so he raised the telescope that was slung around his neck to his eyes, looked carefully and then looked: "Good, where did they come from? It's a miracle that they can be safe and sound!"

"Miracle?" Grant sneered repeatedly. If he saw nine machine gunners overturning 100 drone fighters, he would have thought.

The firepower of cannons is strong, but just imagine how thrilling it would be to survive in the cracks between hundreds of MINI missiles? Compared with the latter, crossing the battlefield of gunfire with gunfire is just a trivial matter for these people.

"Brothers, it's time for us to come on stage." As Hausen's slutty voice rang out, the guy gave himself a shot of stimulant before he even left the trenches, and then shaking his bloated body like a wild black rhinoceros running wildly, running towards the front line like lightning.

For the first time, Stilwell felt that words like "concentrated are all essences" and "short and concise" were very one-sided. Just like now, the big guy like a black bear, ran like a thunderous and brisk manner, and was as fast as a rabbit. Oh, no, it was a prairie lion dressed in black paint.

Of course, there were more than one lion, and there were twelve followers behind the guy. The same running posture and uniform movements looked like a fast rushing black tide from a distance.

"Hmm? Black Tide..." Looking into the distance, Stilwell couldn't help frowning, and the naval gun attack from Root Bay actually stopped.

"Look, the enemy's artillery fire has stopped." Kelson and others also noticed this abnormality and exclaimed without realizing it. As a fire support unit, stopping the artillery when the enemy launches an attack is simply a move to retreat.

Grant and others looked at each other, unable to figure out why the attack from the sea stopped.

Not only them, Ferdinand and others were also stupid. Why did the artillery support from the submarine and the mixed ship gang suddenly stop? Why? You must know that the mysterious armored squad has attacked under the nose. Once the artillery support stops, what should I do if the large troops of the rebel army surge up? That would tear a gap into the Great Wall of the Steel that the Sea Falcon Commando had finally cast, completely destroying the hard-earned combat advantage, and even possible to be defeated on the whole line.

"Damn, Sapier, what's going on? Contact the sea fleet quickly."

Without his instructions, Sapier was already doing it, but there was no echo in the communicator except for a piece of electronic busy sound.

"Head... the head, I can't contact you."

"Can't contact? Sapir, what are you kidding? How could you not contact me!"

"Don't stop, give it to me..."

Before Ferdinand could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden change. The corrosion-resistant and wear-resistant composite steel plate on the top of the special squat workshop was blasted open with a big hole. A flash of flames, and a raider flew down from the air. The muzzle was rushing, and two charged projectiles directly hit Sapier's power armor, blowing out a crack in the steel plate on his chest.

Sapir couldn't help but be stunned. It was this hesitation of less than a second that ruined his life. Two more electric lights flashed, cracked into holes, and the projectile containing powerful kinetic energy directly shocked his internal organs into a ball of minced meat, mixed with blood, bone slag and gushed out.

He fell down on his back and fell from the steel beam. With a "pop" sound, he fell to the ground on the first floor, splashing countless mud and dust.

"And... fight back!" Ferdinand finally came to his senses, and while turning his gun toward the harvester falling from the air, he roared loudly.

However, before the commando could fight back, a grenade dragging silver light flew into the cracks in the glass window and directly hit a steel post supporting the roof, bursting into a dazzling flash.

The vibration came from under him, "Thunder Wrath" swayed slightly, and a bullet quickly rotated and rubbed across the left cheek of the lonely harvester, leaving a trumpet-shaped gap on the roof steel plate with a "bang".

"Boom, boom..." Continuous explosions came, grenades flew into the window, setting off a craze of flames in the 100-meter-wide workshop. Fortunately, the vacuum induction furnace was in a state of discontinuation. Otherwise, once the thing was stimulated and exploded, everyone in the room would not be able to escape death.

Of course, even if the situation is better, it is limited. Rows of howling grenades exploded in the factory, and gunfire sounds on the roof, one after another, one after another, one after another, like dancing butterflies, using the powerful pistols in their hands to take away the lives of one after another commando.

"Damn, where did these guys come from? Ferdinand, what are your people doing?"

"Team... Captain, they... They're in... Ah..."

"What about the artillery fire support on the sea? Why did it stop? The armored vehicles of the Northern Jiangsu Alliance Army are advancing. If they do not fire, the entire defense line will collapse!"

"Highris, let's throw away your bullshit view of the situation. Now I'm going to think about how to deal with those flying guys."

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Countless noisy sounds came from the communicator, cursing and roaring endlessly. Ferdinand looked at the machine gunman outside the window that was approaching the right wing, and then at the three raiders who were constantly suppressing firepower on the opposite side, feeling sad.

What are the guys on the sea doing? Are they all dead? If this continues, the madman will eat up the entire line of defense bit by bit. No one can afford the responsibility for the failure of the mission. Aldridge is a literati, but this does not mean that he has a good temper.

"Command Center, Command Center..."

"Sir...sir..." In response to him was a harsh electronic busy sound.

"Are these bastards dead?" Ferdinand felt as he watched more than 20 subordinates run back and forth with his nose held by three reapers, and occasionally, he was taken away by the large Gaussian pistol in their hands.

A six-man team can suppress more than 30 elite commandos from their side. You should know that there are 38 of them in total. Once they are scattered to the two wings, attack the other teams of the Sea Falcon Commando, and then cooperate with the vehicle corps of the rebel army, waiting for the government forces will be a bloody purge.

Freedom and benevolence are the declarations that Marion spoke all day long, but for the general public, they will never be ruthless about military prisoners of war who are determined to be loyal to the empire.

Especially Montgomery, he only believed in one sentence, "Blood debt must be paid for blood!" Only the bright red blood of his enemies can comfort the heroic spirit of the fallen brothers in heaven.

"Call for help, call for help, Montgomery's security team launched a counterattack. Our team was attacked from both sides and asked for support, requesting support..."

"Has the war affected the inside line?" I was really afraid of anything. The Montgomery Guard, which had originally shrunk and could only defend passively, took the opportunity to counterattack. This was like adding insult to injury to the stormy military front. Ferdinand swept across the north, and the flashes of grenades and rocket launchers illuminated the gradually darkening of the northern sky.

On the other hand, the armored vehicles of the Northern Jiangsu Alliance Army broke through the shelter and rolled through the crater, and were advancing towards the government defense line without any obstacles.

"Did those guys at sea really die? What about artillery support? What about anti-vehicle missiles? What about your ambitions and bold statements of 'With us here, we will never let an armored vehicle pass through the Soviet Union Army'? Will you swallow it back into your stomach?"

Although these words were just his vent of anger and curse, they were not far from the actual situation. However, what the people in the fleet swallowed into their stomachs was not their original ambitions, but their salty sea water with a fishy smell.
Chapter completed!