"Hiss..." Lieutenant Colonel took a breath of air conditioning, and the warship-class cannon was installed on a tank? Where did these terrifying guys appear? Didn't the enemy only have infantry? Why did it develop into this situation?

Poor Jiben Dale was like knocking two yellow lotus beans, and the entire digestive tract was filled with a bitter taste.

"Contact the liaison officer, contact the city defense force and ask them what's going on?" After saying that, he rushed to the aviation battalion commander in the communicator and ordered: "Dispatch unmanned attack aircraft, armed helicopters, and the "Raptor" attack aircraft outside the city. Be sure to knock out the ten tanks for me!"

"yes."

One minute later, a ground attack wing consisting of 6 armed helicopters, 24 unmanned attack aircraft, and 9 Raptors flew towards the tank position 20km from all directions.

"Dadada..." Accompanied by a dense gunfire, machine gunmen from the front positions fired rows of bullets at the group of fighter jets whizzing above their heads. Eight drones, two armed helicopters and one raptor were injured and failed, falling from mid-air, plunged into the ruins of the building and exploded into a ball of fire.

Fortunately, the main attack power finally passed. The battalion commander of the aviation battalion breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to order the remaining aircraft to strike 10 siege tanks, an unexpected scene happened. A black shadow accidentally flew out of the ruins of the factory. Its speed was faster than lightning and it hit a "Raptor" attack aircraft that was making a dive.

"Boom." The dazzling fire illuminated the entire northern sky, and the steaming mushroom clouds quickly surging around. Ten drones and five "raptors" were affected by the explosion, just like birds blown away by hurricanes, rewinding backwards, then fell from a high altitude and turned into flames.

The remaining 4 armed helicopters, 6 unmanned attack aircraft and 3 "Raptor" attack aircraft also followed the footsteps of their predecessors in the next 7th second and exploded into a pile of steel wreckage.

"Hydrogen bombs! They are hydrogen bombs! Small equivalent hydrogen bombs! Where did they come from?" The battalion commander of the aviation battalion collapsed on his chair, allowing Lieutenant Colonel Yoshimoto's hysterical roar to echo in the command car, and it lasted for a long time.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The large plasmon balls fell. The scene was in chaos, the soldiers' painful wails and the grassroots officers' timid resounded in the communication channel. Coke-like objects could be seen everywhere, and some human flesh and blood tissues made a "wavy" sound of oil melting under the burning of the flames. The disgusting smell of barbecue and the pungent smoke gathered together and wandered throughout the battlefield.

This is simply a death sentence! The defensive positions between the raiders and the machine gunners are already close in front of us. But in the eyes of the frontline soldiers, the distance of more than 200 meters is like the distance between hell and heaven, so far and out of reach.

At this moment, the shelling of the plasma ball suddenly stopped. Some soldiers wearing unfamiliar power armor rushed out of the ruins of the factory, approaching the vehicle group at an extremely fast speed, and pulled the triggers repeatedly, taking away the lives of one infantry after another.

A bloated heavy infantry rushed out from behind the bunker, and the flamethrower at the front of his arms spit out a stream of fire. The 25-meter-long flame waterfall rolled through the vehicle group.

The high-temperature plasma instantly burned the vehicle and the armor of the government infantry to red, and a large number of high-temperature particles poured in from the gaps, directly roasting the driver inside to death.

There was a wailing sound of shouting at the sky and the earth from the communicator. Lieutenant Colonel Yoshimoto looked at the miserable scenes in the monitor with a dull look. Fire... Fire... Fire is everywhere.

The fire of the train, the fire of the fire spit, the fire of the judge's grenade hitting the armored vehicle...

"Swish...boom! Boom!" Large groups of plasmon balls crossed the tank array and landed in the missile launcher and support artillery group behind. Ultra-high temperature plasma splashed everywhere, and the entire fire support sequence was like a watermelon bursting from the middle. Countless soldiers jumped out of the operating cabin and ran away in panic.

It turned out that the tanks equipped with plasma cannons did not stop the shelling, but moved the scope of action forward, directly threatening the rear of the 2nd Brigade faction.

"Brig Commander, retreat quickly! If we don't retreat, we will be wiped out!" Deputy Brigade Commander Franklin Lester plunged into the command car and shouted at the lieutenant colonel who looked distraught.

Jiben Dale mechanically turned his head: "Remove?"

"Yes, otherwise what else can it be? Those guys are not something we can resist at all. Guns and cannons are difficult to damage, and missiles are difficult to lock. Armed aircraft have no effect. If this continues, it will not take long for the soldiers to be killed and they will run away. Yoshimoto, give orders quickly."

"Oh...oh!" The lieutenant colonel woke up from his dream, grabbed the communicator and shouted loudly: "Retreat, withdraw! All the soldiers of the 2nd Brigade retreated to the "Barrison of the Brave" defense line."

Gibbon Dale ordered that the grassroots officers on the front line would be given an amnesty and left a word "retreat" and quickly turned around and fled backwards.

The troops were ashamed. No matter how much the superiors ordered it, the combat units in the rear could not organize effective retreat formations. Faced with an invincible enemy, fear had penetrated into the bones of the soldiers. Escape was the only thought left in their minds.

For more than 20 minutes, a mechanized infantry brigade of more than 2,000 people reduced nearly half of its personnel. A large number of armored vehicles turned into a pile of scrap steel and iron juice. Pots and flames were evenly laid on the nearly one kilometer-long front. The rolling smoke of gunpowder and pungent stinking corpse brewed and fermented on the ground.

Hausen jumped out from behind the bunker, glanced at the back of the 2nd Brigade's armored vehicle fled in a panic, and looked at the steel shell of a train in front of him casually: "Hahahaha, please feel free, please feel free..."

Several nurses and mm walked forward from behind and approached some machine gunmen who were injured in the previous battle. A laser light was emitted by the medical module on the wrist armor and shone on the patient's wound. Under the action of nano- and micron-scale robots, the originally bloody wound quickly stopped bleeding, healed, scarred, and fell off. Even the damaged power armor was restored to a new state.

"This...this...this...what's kidding!" Hausen's eyes widened: "Medical Soldier? Power Armor Maintenance Technician?"

"Sister Doctor is here..." A sweet and feminine voice came from the communicator. A medical soldier jumped out of the bunker and quickly walked to a fire spitting soldier with slightly damaged armor. Under the treatment light, in a blink of an eye, cmc-660 recovered as before.

"Female...woman?" Hausen swallowed with a dizzy expression on his face.

"Did you call a doctor?" A medic came to him and looked up and down: "Congratulations, you are my first patient in history... Please tell me about your emergency room type."

"I...I..." Hausen found himself a little nervous.

The medical soldier shone a ray of light on him: "It turned out to be a sequelae of stimulant. Take off your pants quickly. Well, if I do something wrong, it may hurt a little; if it is right, it will hurt very much."

While speaking, two steel nails about inches long popped up on the cmc-405 (Nurse mm power armor) wrist armor, flashing with a breathtaking cold light.

"Forget it... forget it, I can recover by myself." This guy didn't know what he remembered and quickly flashed to the side.

"Oh...don't leave..."

"Tang Fang? What are you doing? Why did you bring all the women to the battlefield?" Hausen said loudly at the communicator.

"What? You are unhappy and forgot to tell you that they not only treat injuries, but also have a specialty, surprise undressing show. Do you want to watch it?"

"oh,*!" Hausen was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Fuck, I've worked with you for so long, and finally got the benefits."

Tang Fang opposite was speechless: "..."

"Hausen, your power armor hasn't been washed for a few days?" Aros suddenly interrupted.

"Why are you asking?" The second guy was puzzled.

"I'm afraid you will run away those little girls, hahaha." It can be seen that Aros was in a good mood. I guess the government troops on his side also withdrew and fled back to the "Barrison of the Brave" with their tails.

Hausen's old face turned red: "Do... do nothing about you."

On the other side, Tang Fangyi couldn't help laughing and laughed out loud. Aros's words were simply too vicious!

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Chapter completed!