Chapter 112 Are Those People at Sea Dead?

Stilwell stared blankly at all this, his eyes dull and blank. "They passed, and they passed... The death zone that even armored vehicles can't break through, they passed through unscathed with only two legs. This... This is simply incredible."

Kelson rubbed his eyes hard, afraid that he couldn't see the real thing. He raised the binoculars slung around his neck in front of him, and looked at it carefully: "My dear, where did they come from? It's all safe and sound, really. miracle!"

"Miracle?" Grant sneered again and again on the side. If he was shown the scene of 9 machine gunners overturning 100 unmanned fighter jets, I don't know how he would feel.

The artillery has strong firepower for washing the ground, but just imagine how thrilling it is to survive in the cracks of hundreds of MINI missiles? Compared to the latter, crossing the battlefield where gunfire is roaring is just a trivial matter for these people.

"Brothers, it's time for us to come on stage." As Hausen's hoarse voice sounded, before this guy left the trenches, he injected himself with a stimulant, and then swayed like a wild black rhino in lust. With a bloated body, he ran towards the front line like lightning.

For the first time, Stilwell felt like "condensed is the essence", and the words "short and strong" are very one-sided, just like now, that big black bear runs like a rabbit, oh, no , is a prairie lion painted in black paint.

Of course, there is not only one male lion, but there are also twelve followers behind the guy's buttocks, with the same running posture and uniform movements. From a distance, it looks like a fast rushing black tide.

"Huh? Kuroshio..." Glancing into the distance, Stilwell couldn't help frowning. The naval artillery attack from Rut Bay actually stopped.

"Look, the enemy's artillery has stopped." Kelson and others also found this abnormality, and they exclaimed one by one. As a fire support unit, stopping the artillery fire when the enemy is attacking is simply retreating.

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

It's not just them, Ferdinand and others are also stupid. Why did the artillery support from the mixed wing of submarines and ships suddenly stop? Why? You must know that the armored detachment with mysterious origin has attacked under the nose, what if the artillery support stopped and a large number of troops of the insurgent army rushed up? That would tear open a gap in the steel Great Wall that the Sea Falcon Commandos finally forged, completely ruining the hard-won combat advantage, and possibly even defeating the whole line.

"Damn it, Sapir, what the hell is going on? Contact the Surface Fleet."

Without his orders, Sapir was already doing it, but there was no echo in the communicator except for an electronic busy tone.

"Head...Header, Lian...I can't get in touch."

"Can't get in touch? Sapir, what are you kidding, how can you not get in touch!"

"Don't stop, give 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 metallurgy workshop was blasted with a "bang", and a large hole was blown open. The fire flashed, and a looter flew from the air. It fell, the muzzle of the electric light surged, and the two charged projectiles slammed directly on Sapir's power armor, blasting the steel plate on the chest to a crack.

Sapir couldn't help but stay for a while. It was this hesitation of less than a second that ruined his life, and two flashes of lightning flashed, the crack turned into a hole, and the projectile containing powerful kinetic energy directly shook his internal organs into a ball of minced meat.

Mixed with blood, water and bone slag spewed out.

He fell on his back, fell from the steel beam, and fell to the ground on the first floor with a "pop", splashing countless ash.

"Also... fight back!" Ferdinand finally came back to his senses, and roared loudly while turning his gun on the reaper falling from the air.

However, before the commandos could fight back, a grenade dragged in silver light flew in through the crack of the glass window and directly hit a steel column supporting the roof, bursting into a dazzling flash of light.

The vibration came from under him, "Thor's Wrath" shook slightly, and a bullet spun quickly and grazed the left cheek of the reaper who was in danger alone, and a "bang" left a trumpet-shaped gap on the roof steel plate. .

"Boom, boom..." The continuous explosions came, and grenade after grenade flew in from the window, setting off a frenzy of flames in the 100-meter-wide workshop. Fortunately, the vacuum induction furnace is in a state of shutdown, otherwise, that thing Once the child is stimulated to explode, everyone in the room will die.

Of course, the current situation, if better, is limited. Rows of roaring grenades exploded in the factory building, gunfire on the roof continued, and reaper after reaper flew down from the sky, like dancing butterflies, using the powerful pistols in their hands to take away one Yet another commando's life.

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

"Team... Captain, they... they're in... ah..."

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

"Hercules, throw away your bullshit big picture and think about how to deal with those guys who can fly."

"..."

Countless noisy voices came from the communicator, cursing and roaring incessantly. Ferdinand looked out the window at the machine gunners who were approaching the right flank, and then looked at the three marauders who were continuing to suppress the fire. He felt sad.

What are those guys on the sea doing? Are they all dead? If things go on like this, those madmen will eat away at the entire line of defense little by little. 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..."

"呲...呲..." A harsh electronic busy voice responded to him.

"Are all these bastards dead?" Watching the 20 or so subordinates being led by their noses like three reapers walking their dogs, they were occasionally taken away by the large Gauss pistols in their hands. life. Ferdinand felt like his whole body was about to collapse.

A team of six can overwhelm more than 30 elite commandos of their own. Keep in mind that there are 38 of them in total. Once dispersed to the two flanks, attack the other squads of the Sea Falcon Commando, and then cooperate with the vehicle army of the insurgent army, waiting for the government army will be a bloody purge.

Freedom and benevolence are the declarations that Marion keeps on his lips all day long, but for ordinary people, they will never be soft-hearted towards military prisoners of war who are dedicated to allegiance to the empire.

Especially Montgomery, he only believed in one sentence, "Blood debts must be paid with blood!" Only the blood of the enemy can comfort the heroes who died in battle.

"Call for help, call for help, Montgomery's garrison launched a counter-offensive, our team was attacked by the enemy, requesting support, requesting support..."

"Has the war spread to the inside?" I'm really afraid of what to do. The Montgomery Guard, who had been shrinking and could only passively defend, actually took the opportunity to counterattack. This is tantamount to adding to the disaster for the precarious military front. Ferdinand swept north, the flashes of grenades and rockets illuminating the darkening northern sky.

On the other hand, the armored vehicles of the Union Army of Northern Jiangsu smashed through the bunker, ran through the crater, and marched towards the government line of defense unimpeded.

"The guys at sea, is it true that they are all dead? What about artillery support? What about anti-vehicle missiles? Your arrogant 'will never let an armored vehicle of the Northern Jiangsu Union Army pass through' with us here. What about Yan? Can you swallow it all back in your stomach?"

Although these words were just his anger and cursing, they were not far from the actual situation. However, what those people in the fleet swallowed was not the original lofty rhetoric, but the salty sea water with a fishy smell.