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"Hi..." The lieutenant colonel took a breath, and the battleship-class cannon was mounted on a tank? This... Where did these horrible guys emerge? Doesn’t it mean that the enemy only has infantry? Why did it develop into this situation.

Poor Gibbon Dalle was like knocking two yellow lotus beans, and the whole digestive tract was full of bitter taste.

"The liaison officer, contact the city defense army and ask them what is going on?" After finishing speaking, he ordered the aviation battalion commander in the communicator: "Send an unmanned attack aircraft, a gunship, and the city. Those'Raptor' attack planes outside, must knock down those ten tanks for me!"

"Yes."

One minute later, the ground attack wing consisting of 6 armed helicopters, 24 unmanned attack aircraft, and 9 "Raptor" attack aircraft flew from all directions toward the tank position 20km away.

"Da da da..." Accompanied by a burst of intensive gunfire, the machine gunners in the forward position fired rows of bullets toward the fighter planes roaring overhead. Eight drones, two helicopter gunships and one bird of prey suffered damage and failed. They fell from mid-air and plunged into the ruins of the building and exploded into a fire.

Fortunately, the main attack force has finally passed. The aviation battalion commander breathed a sigh of relief and was about to order the remaining aircraft to attack the 10 siege tanks. An unexpected scene happened. A black shadow flew up from the ruins of the factory building, which was faster than lightning. It crashed into a "Raptor" attack aircraft that was making a dive with great precision.

"Boom." The dazzling fire light illuminated the entire northern sky, and the steaming mushroom cloud quickly swelled around. 10 drones and 5 "raptors" were affected by the explosion, like birds blown by a hurricane, swirling Retreat backwards, and then fall from a high altitude, turning into flames.

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

"Hydrogen bombs! They are hydrogen bombs! Where did they come from?" The aviation battalion commander slumped in his chair, letting Lieutenant Colonel Yoshimoto's hysterical roar echo in the command car for a long time.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The large group of plasma **** fell, and the scene was in chaos. The painful wailing of the soldiers and the screaming raps of the grass-roots officers resounded through the communication channel. Coke-like objects were everywhere, and some human flesh and blood. Under the burning of the flames, the organization made a "heap" of melting grease, and the disgusting smell of barbecue and the gunpowder smoke converged on the entire battlefield.

This is simply to die! The defensive positions of the looters and the machine gunners are already in sight. But in the eyes of frontline soldiers, the distance of more than 200 meters is like the distance between **** and heaven, it is so far away and out of reach.

At this moment, the bombardment of the plasma ball stopped suddenly, and some soldiers in unfamiliar power armor sprang out one after another from the ruins of the factory, and they approached the vehicle group at extremely fast speed. The trigger was pulled repeatedly, and one after another was taken away. The life of an infantryman.

A bloated heavy-loaded infantry rushed out from behind the bunker, the flames at the front of both arms spewed out a stream of fire, and a 25-meter-long flame waterfall rolled over the vehicle group.

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

There were wailing sounds from the communicator, and Lieutenant Colonel Yoshimoto looked at the miserable scenes on the monitor with a dull expression. Fire...fire...fire everywhere.

The fire of the train, the fire of the Spitfire, the fire of the Judger's grenade hitting the armored vehicle...

"Boom... Boom! Boom!" Large groups of plasma **** crossed the tank array and landed in the missile launch vehicle and support artillery group behind. The ultra-high temperature plasma splashed all around, and the entire fire support sequence seemed to be from the middle. After the watermelon burst open, countless soldiers jumped out of the operation cabin, and ran towards the surrounding with a panic.

It turned out that the tanks equipped with plasma cannons did not stop the bombardment, but moved the range of action forward, directly threatening the rear of the 2nd brigade camp.

"Brigade commander, retreat quickly! If you don't withdraw, we will be wiped out!" Deputy Brigade Commander Franklin Lester plunged into the command car and screamed at the despairing Lieutenant Colonel.

Gibbon Daller turned his head mechanically: "Withdraw?"

"Yes, otherwise? What else? Those guys are not something we can resist. Guns are hard to damage, missiles are difficult to lock, and armed aircraft are ineffective. If this continues, it will not take long for the soldiers to be killed. It will run out. Yoshimoto, give orders."

"Oh...oh!" The lieutenant colonel woke up like a dream, grabbed the communicator, and shouted: "Retreat, retreat! Soldiers belonging to the 2nd brigade, all retreat to the defense line of the ‘Warrior’s Barrier’."

Gibbon Dalle gave an order, and the frontline officers, as if they were amnesty, left a sentence of "retreat" and hurriedly turned around and fled back.

The soldiers collapsed like a mountain, and no matter how the superior ordered it, it would be difficult for the combat units in the rear to organize an effective retreat formation. In the face of an invincible enemy, fear has penetrated the soldiers' bones. Escape is the only thought left in their minds.

For more than 20 minutes, a mechanized infantry brigade with more than 2,000 people was reduced by nearly half. A large number of armored vehicles were turned into a pile of scrap steel and iron juice. Potholes and flames were evenly spread on the nearly one-kilometer-long front, rolling. Gun smoke and pungent corpse smell brewed and fermented on the ground.

Howson jumped out from behind the bunker, glanced at the back of the 2nd Brigade armored vehicle fleeing in embarrassment, and casually glanced at the steel shell of a train in front of him: "Hahahaha, happy, happy..."

Several nurses mm stepped forward from the back and approached some of the machine gunners who were injured in the previous battle. A laser beam was emitted from the medical module on the wrist armor and shone on the patient's wound. Under the action of nano- and micro-scale robots, the originally **** wounds quickly stop bleeding, heal, scar and fall off, and even the damaged power armor is restored to a new state.

"This...this...what a joke!" Howson's eyes went straight: "Medical soldiers? Power armor repair technicians?"

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

"Female...woman?" Howson swallowed, with a **** of expression on his face.

"Did you call the doctor?" A medical soldier came to him and looked up and down: "Congratulations, you are my first patient in history... Please tell us about your type of emergency."

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

The medical soldier shone a light on him: "It turns out to be a sequelae of stimulants, quickly take off your pants, um, if I get it wrong, it may be a little painful; if it is right, it will be very painful."

When talking, two inch-long steel nails popped out of the -405 (Nurse mm power armor) wrist armor, flashing a breathtaking cold light.

"Forget it... Forget it, I can recover by myself." This guy didn't know what he thought of, and quickly stepped aside.

"Hey...Don't go..."

"Tang Fang? What are you doing? How did you put women on the battlefield?" Howson said loudly into the communicator.

"Why? You are upset~www.novelmtl.com~ I forgot to tell you that they will not only heal injuries, but they also have a special skill, a surprise strip show, do you want to watch it?"

"Oh,!" Howson was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Fuck, I've been following you for so long, and finally got benefits."

Opposite Tang Fang was speechless for a while: "..."

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

"Why are you asking this?" Erhuo puzzled.

"I'm afraid you will run away those little girls, hahahaha." Aros was in a good mood, presumably the government army on his side had also retreated and fled back to the "Warrior's Barrier" with his tail sandwiched.

Old Howson blushed: "Do...shit."

On the other side, Tang Fang couldn't help but laughed out loud. Aros' words were simply too vicious!

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