(Thanks to Liao A, Sheng DA is equivalent to cheating father, Xiao Yao, and Brother 08A for his reward.)

There was no response, no answer, and some were just slowly pulled out the right hand.

The plasma flowed slowly along the lower edge of the arm, falling drop by drop on the metal floor, splashing out circles of puddles like red.

"Tick, tick." Marshall seemed to hear the echo of the blood beads falling on the ground.

Claude leaned down and fell down, his body tilted on a bunch of electrical equipment, and blood flowed down, causing the green radar screen to turn blood red.

What kind of arm is that! The front end of the slender arm has three sharp claws like steel forks, and plasma is crisscrossing between the fingers, and half of the captain's stomach is still stuck to the back of his hand.

In the thrilling bright red, a touch of enchanting tender yellow was revealed. It was his enviable supper and a small piece of cheesecake.

"Ah, go and die, you monster." Marshall cursed loudly while pulling the trigger frantically. Only in this way can he relieve his inner fear.

Bullets flew back and forth across rows of electronic devices, and the explosion of fire on the LCD screen and splashing electric flowers filled the entire carriage.

"Nee, neigh..." Marshall felt a strange cry in his mind.

"Wilson"'s body began to twist, his face changed a little, and finally a hideous ghost face covered with abscesses appeared. A light gray fluid like pus flowed down. Its left body was still in a human form, but the right body turned into a pool of blood-colored mud.

If you have to use one sentence to describe this, this ugly monster is like throwing a person into a meat grinder, half of whom is human, and half has become a pile of disgusting meat sauce.

"Hiss, yes..." The strange sound kept echoing in his mind. Marshall pulled for a long time until the firelight at the muzzle was closed, and the muffled sound of the striker hitting the air came along the gun body. Only then did he realize that he had exhausted all bullets.

At this time, the monster was completely gone, and its sticky body kept twisting and struggling on the ground.

"Isn't this dead?" Marshall felt his scalp numb, turned his head to look at Claude's body, threw the gun underground, turned over and ran towards the command car, and ran towards the command center of the third reserve battalion as fast as possible.

The same scene was constantly reincarnation. In just twenty minutes, there was no living person on the front line of the Sulu Empire Army.

A reserve reinforcement company has 296 people. In addition to 86 people who died in battle earlier, 102 bodies have been left behind, with 63% casualties, not to mention military vehicles such as the Sky armed shuttle, Warthog anti-armored combat vehicle, Jackal tank, etc.

As for the losses of the Tang Fang camp, a machine gunman who was sieve by a 23MM machine cannon, a raider whose right leg was blown off by an anti-tank missile, and four puppies, and a lame cockroach with a flowering belly.

Of course, if the "feeding" skill of the insect is also included, the real loss may be only 1 machine gun and 4 puppies, which is extremely small compared to the Sulu Imperial Army.

On the frontier position of the Monya Empire Army, Captain Graham Anderson took away the MINI high-power electronic telescope in front of him, turned his head mechanically, and glanced at Lieutenant James beside him: "James, have you seen it? Did you see it? This is simply a miracle, it is the Heavenly Father's mercy for us!"

The second strengthening company under the Third Reserve Battalion of the Silver Wings, which had been confronted with them for 13 hours, was finished? The enemy who could only fight a draw with the base fortifications was actually attacked by this strange force that emerged from somewhere in the dark. In just twenty minutes, the company of 200 people was caught off guard by just over 40 combat units, and lost the loss.

God bless Mengya, this must be the gift of the Lord!

"The Father is above." Graham drew a cross on his chest very piously.

James let out a long breath: "Captain, do you think those guys are their own people?"

Graham turned his head and looked at him, and fell silent. The division headquarters had contacted him before, saying that he had sent ambush troops to detour behind the enemy and launched a raid on the plane, so that the defensive troops could cooperate inside and outside to fight a beautiful pincer attack, striving to eat all the enemy troops.

The scheduled time for the raid was at dawn, when the enemy's willpower was the most fragile. However, if converted to Earth time, it is only around 3 a.m. Also, the force composition of the strange troops that defeated the enemy was very strange. I have never seen those armored troops, let alone the terrifying aliens. This kind of biochemical combination, let alone the 3789th Division, does not have it, and the entire Thunder Fleet!

"James, convey my order, all combatants are on level 1 alert." After saying that, he turned to a communication soldier behind him and said, "Kasazai, send the video data that has just been recorded to the command center."

"yes……"

The two soldiers took the order and Graham opened his palm, looked at the cross that had been worn out with most of the outer paint, and slowly closed his five fingers.

On the other side, the 3789th Division Logistics Base Command Center.

Deputy Commander Edward Oliver looked at the aliens that were constantly twisting in the picture and remained silent. The staff officers next to him looked pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead gathered into a line, flowing down his cheeks...

Where did this mysterious force come from? In just over a dozen minutes, the enemy who was killed was defeated by a reinforced enemy and abandoned armor, and was defeated on the whole line. How could this be possible!

You should know that the enemy is a mechanized infantry company, tanks, armed shuttles, and armored vehicles. There is no shortage of heavy equipment that should be available.

"Huo Qing, do you have anything to say?" Edward's eyes swept over an Asian man on the left. He was the chief of staff of the division headquarters and Francis' most trusted military advisor.

The Asian man, who was already a little older, shook his head and sighed: "It's the enemy, not the friend."

"I know this!" Edward said expressionlessly. The reconnaissance satellites are not decorations. Everyone present saw the scene of the mysterious force defeating the company led by Jin Yonghao. They thought they were a surprise soldier of the Sulu Empire, but they didn't expect that they were all the same mistake. These guys actually made their own way.

Where did they come from? What do they want to do? Edward's mind was filled with countless question marks. After so many years of being in the army, he has experienced many big and big wars as many as the stars in the sky. What kind of scenes have never experienced? What kind of strange strategy have never been seen? But the current scene has really subverted his cognition. A small group of strange troops, with less than 50 combat units, dare they challenge the two fleets? Where did they come from the confidence? Where did they come from the courage?

It was obvious that he was not the only one who had such thoughts in his mind. With a heavy footsteps, Francis, with a frosty face, appeared at the door.

"Who can tell me what the hell is going on? Who can?"

The corners of Francis' mouth twitched slightly. Anyone who knew him knew that it was a sign before he got angry, and no one dared to speak out.

"Huo Qing, what is the origin of this small force that is approaching the base quickly?"

Huo Qing held up his eyelids, glanced over Edward, and finally fell on Francis: "From these guys defeating the reconnaissance company, to occupying the Sulu Imperial Army positions, and combined with the images sent back by the satellite, one thing can be confirmed, they have a rift with both the enemy and us."

"Talk the point." Francis frowned. He and Huo Qing were old partners. They were so familiar that they knew how big the hemorrhoids were behind each other's butt.

"Cough, cough." Huo Qing coughed lightly, looked up at him: "Col. This group of people may be from our division."

"What?" said a sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone was stunned. From the 3789th Division, their own troops? Then why did they attack the reconnaissance company?

"This group of people either have a grudge with Jin Yonghao or have a grudge with the senior executives of the Empire." Soon, Huo Qing gave an explanation: "Although I don't know where the equipment of these people came from, one thing is certain is that Jin Yonghao and they are old acquaintances. Since the two sides did not exchange fire immediately after meeting, they confronted each other for a while, which can be easily inferred."

"Who is Jin Yonghao?" As the commander of the first division, Francis naturally could not remember the names of all grassroots officers.

"Kim Yonghao, rank of lieutenant, graduated from the Naval Academy of Moorsing Zerasu, was the platoon leader of the second platoon of the reconnaissance company directly under the First Armored Brigade. Later, the company commander Powell was killed and the first platoon leader Lu Yun was injured, so he naturally took office as the company's temporary commander."

"First Armored Brigade? Reconnaissance Company?" Francis seemed to remember something, but when he took 5 seconds to consider this issue very generously and ended up having nothing to gain, he simply threw this issue out of his mind.

Jin Yonghao, who is just a grassroots officer? The 3789th Division's colonel and commander has different status and status. Whether the strange troops have a grudge or no grudge, what does it have to do with him? The only thing he has to do now is to consider how to stabilize the situation and defend the base.

As a senior officer and an imperial nobleman, he had the inherent arrogance of the upper class. For example, using the power in his hands to frame a soldier is actually no different from crushing an ant. In Francis' forty years of his life, he only cared about two things, one, merit, two, status, and everything else was a cloud.

Oh, no, there are women, especially those who are 16 or 7 years old, who are slightly mature but have a hint of youth and tenderness. They will blind their eyes and dare not look at his scarred body, and will pillow his arms and count the flower-season girl with mixed and thick chest hair.

Like enjoying the victory, Francis would kiss every inch of their skin, then gallop and sprint, and finally shot a large ball of sticky and fishy JY on their slightly raised snow-white chests. The sense of conquest was like inserting the flag of the empire's holy sword into the enemy's beachfront, fascinating and fascinating.

If Tang Fang was a woman and a peerless beauty, he might have some impression. If he was an enemy and a difficult opponent, he would keep it in mind. If he was a member of the imperial nobles, he would respect him and hand him a glass of wine and tell some yellow jokes that were only popular in the noble circle.

Unfortunately, he doesn't match these three.

As a qualified general, elegant nobleman, and iron-blooded sergeant, how could he take it to heart as if he crushed a bed bug with thick-soled military boots?

"Ho Qing, I don't want to hear the grudges between Jin Yonghao and those people now. You just need to tell me how to deal with the possible fierce battles that may occur next."

The mature and persistent chief of staff smiled slightly, walked to the front of the terminal console, and casually clicked, and a picture flashed on the central monitor. The protagonist was a machine gunner.

"I believe you have seen the power of this light armor just now. Whether it is the "guardian knight" of the empire or the "wind silver wolf" of the Sulu Empire, they are better in bulletproof, assistance, and maneuver. Once individual soldiers come in contact, there is no doubt that the defeat will definitely be our soldiers. Let's call them "mountain leopard"."

"This type of troops is strong, but it is not impeccable. A machine cannon with more than 20MM can effectively tear off their armor. Everyone, we are in a defensive position. As long as the opponent launches a charge, the 30MM machine cannon bunkers on the frontier positions and our snipers will make them suffer."

After saying that, he moved his fingers and the picture on the monitor changed, revealing the bloated and clumsy body of a raider.

"We might as well call this kind of power armor 'Black Bear'. It has strong firepower and heavy armor. It is equipped with a grenade launcher, which can effectively fight ground vehicles. However, the disadvantages are also obvious, with limited range and insufficient air. Surface-to-ground missiles, and the 120MM automatic cannon turret on the high wall of the base can form a joint firepower network to carry out devastating blows on them."

"Look at it again." The picture changed again, and a cockroach appeared in the middle of the screen. "Skip the origin of this object, this biological unit has a thick shell and can spit out extremely acidic saliva. Similar to the "Black Bear", they also have the disadvantage of insufficient air and limited range. As long as the multi-functional armored vehicle switches the anti-armor combat mode and cooperates with the base turret, it is also not worth worrying."

"Well, let's take a look at them again." Huo Qing pressed a button, turned around and walked to the front of the central screen, pointing to a ferocious giant beast like a tank on the left and said: "This kind of biological unit has extremely strong comprehensive capabilities, but unfortunately its weakness is very fatal and its walking speed is too slow." After saying that, he pointed to the spine needle crawler with only a corner exposed on the right: "If you want to talk about the strongest attacking combat unit among this strange force, it is naturally the only one. However, based on the combat image just now, it is more appropriate to say that this object is a combat unit, but it is better to say that it is a fortification."

"These two combat units are also easy to solve, and the fixed-point rail guns in the base defense network are prepared for them."

"Finally, let's talk about this person." Huo Qing walked back to the terminal console slowly, with a pointing finger, and a man wearing imperial power armor appeared on the picture: "Looking at the entire battle situation, the formation form and attack rhythm of this mysterious army are all centered on him. Obviously, this person is very likely to be the leader of the entire army."

"In the next battle, just focus the attack on him, perhaps it will bring us unexpected benefits."

After the last sentence, the scene was silent, and even the sound of a needle falling to the ground could be heard.

After half a minute, a very regular applause came: "Okay, okay, okay."

The three consecutive words "good" express the satisfaction and satisfaction in Francis' heart. Since he was young, he has been partnering with Huo Qing. For more than 20 years, the other party has never let him down. He has left and right arms? No, he is equivalent to a pair of arms.

As for Edward, hum, how could he climb to this position if he had not relied on the power of his family?

"Huo Qing, draw up a detailed combat plan as soon as possible to deliver it to the front-line command officer." In a gentle voice, Francis stood up and walked out the door: "The deciphering work has reached a critical moment. I don't want the base to be lost. Brother Edward, I'll ask you next."

"Don't worry." Edward nodded and looked at Francis's back and narrowed his eyes.

The commanding everyone in the room to return to their posts and continue their work step by step. Huo Qing led several staff officers to the front of the holographic projection of the base and carefully discussed the details of the combat.

Edward slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the small square cup on the coffee table, took a sip, and carefully savored the soft and fruity aroma of whiskey. He never added ice, just like he liked a calm life. Of course, he liked XJ who was not wearing a condom even more.

...

Huo Qing is a very reliable guy. In the eyes of most middle-level officers, his reputation is even higher than that of deputy division commander Edward Oliver.

When Graham received the combat plan from the headquarters and learned that Huo Qing had tailored it for them, a smile that could not be concealed spread across his face.

If we use the ancient Chinese poem to describe it, Huo Qing is undoubtedly a "wise general". Well, this is a title that Graham specially went to where his Asian colleagues learned.

"James, you can rest assured now. As long as those guys dare to come, they will definitely give them a taste of defeat."

James looked up at the quarrel and nervous, and for good or bad, he always liked to blame everything on the grace or the wrath of the captain. He did not reply and continued to paint black oil on his face with his fingers.

He found that this was a sport that could effectively relieve tension, which was similar to Graham's tireless nagging.

"We have a 120MM automatic turret, ground attack missiles, fixed-point rail guns, and high-voltage power grids, mine belts, and death traps in front of the position... Come on, come on... The madmen who are trying to attack the base, I want you to go back and forth."

In the vast night, Graham's self-comfort was as if the beautiful legs that stuffed a pink vibrator into the slit below were shy and groaning. Even if mixed with a busy electronic sound, it was still so clear and identifiable.

...

Opposite the front position of the 3789th Division, in a trench piled with charcoal-grilled corpses and scrapped vehicles, Tang Fang's vision passed through the buffer battlefield in the middle and landed on the layers, like terraces, like fortifications.

All combat units have been taken back to the system space by him, and the entire position is empty, like a cold and deep cemetery dotted by stars.

"Tell me, what are your plans next?" Two white smoke sprayed out from the exhaust hole behind Ma Runjia. It was made up of the second-hand smoke that Aros had sucked back and forth countless times.

"That's right, if you stay like this, the urine in the soak is frozen, and at least you can move your muscles and bones."

Tang Fang turned his head and swept over the two of them: "Do you want to experience the feeling of returning to the womb?"

"You...what do you mean?" Hausen was stunned.

Tang Fang didn't say much, raised his arm and pointed upwards. The two looked up and were stunned as if they were looking at the husband.

(5000+ words, two chapters in one chapter are posted, and there is no more at night.)
Chapter completed!