Chapter 64 Marshall
(Chapter two is here, please recommend, collect)
The propeller of the sky armed shuttle started, and the blue flame instantly emptied, and then Marshall saw a scene that could be called a dream. A dog-like alien was lying on a soldier's body, its sharp claws were completely submerged in the power armor, blood shot out along the gap, and spray paint hit its face.
There is also a larger reptile with an unbelievably thick shell. It was swept away by the 20mm cannon on the armored vehicle next to it, and it was only exchanged for a few screams. They can spit a green saliva that is as corrosive as potent magic acid.
Under their counterattack, the outer skin of the armored vehicle was like rice paper ignited by fire, rapidly wilting and melting, forming large and shocking holes.
Marshall once saw a soldier being doused with sour saliva on the head, and the shrill scream reminded him of the traitors who were set on fire on the imperial execution grounds.
He has always believed that the restoration of the death penalty is a retrogression of human civilization and a blasphemy of human rights. However, at this moment, those so-called traitors are treated countless times better than the soldiers attacked by sour saliva.
In just half a minute and thirty seconds, the alloy steel armor turned into a puddle of green and miserable metal solution. As for the soldiers inside, their flesh melted and their tissues liquefied. They struggled, howled miserably, and in the end they looked like broken skeletons. Usually, it collapsed with a bang, and the plasma and pus were mixed up and flowed on the icy ground.
The real smashed to pieces, dead without a whole corpse!
The searchlights of the shuttle slid across the ground, on the reptiles that swayed back and forth, spitting deadly acid after another. The driver cursed wildly to dispel the fear in his heart. The fire control radar has locked on two targets. It moved its sweaty right hand a little and pressed the fire button hard.
Two "Headbutt" IV anti-tank missiles were fired from the hanger under the wing, and the Rainbow Comet broke through the air and flew straight towards the two cockroaches.
With such a short distance, at the speed of cockroaches, the probability of escaping the missile is infinitely close to zero.
However, something unexpected happened. The two missiles just flew halfway, and suddenly burst open without warning, and instantly burst into two fireworks-like flashes. Immediately afterwards, the shuttle seemed to be hit by a sharp object. The left propeller burst into flames, and the fuselage was unstable.
The chaos spread uncontrollably, and some soldiers who had just woken up and were still in shock rushed to the two wings. It's too terrifying, the scene in front of you is too terrifying, facing those hideous aliens, all resistance is futile.
At the same time, a group of human soldiers quietly approached the battlefield, a total of 24 people, a platoon. They were divided into two teams of 12 people each, each led by a captain, and launched a hunt for the stragglers who had escaped to the flanks.
The two were clumsy, and the black armored troop carrying the cooling tower abandoned the ordinary soldiers and rushed directly to the Warthog I anti-armor fighting vehicle on the left, fighting and retreating.
A grenade dragging a silver-white tail flame across the void, accompanied by a dazzling flash, exploded on the port armor of the chariot. The anti-armored chariot that had been regressing crazily seemed to suddenly fall into a quagmire, its speed plummeted, and in the blink of an eye. Surrounded by the 5 enemy soldiers who were catching up behind, the strange sharp-cone grenade meteor shower generally fell on the body.
A series of fires appeared, Marshall automatically made up a sound explosion, and the anti-armor fighting vehicle finally became a pile of scrap iron under the continuous fire of howitzer fire.
At this time, looking to the right, another team of slightly smaller and agile unfamiliar soldiers pulled the trigger again and again towards their comrades who were desperately running.
In the dark night, there is no spark from the muzzle, no trace of bullets piercing the sky, only the corpses of the companions who fell to the ground one after another like cutting leeks.
Marshall felt a chill, like falling into a glacier in the middle of winter.
At this moment, a person walked slowly from the end of the line of sight. He was wearing a set of "Guardian Knights" of the Mengya Empire. He walked to the front line like a leisurely walk in a garden. The anchor-shaped needle whiskers traveled from far to near, quickly passing through the swarm, penetrating a jackal tank that was adjusting its firing angle along the edge of the position, and then abruptly lifted into the air and threw it out.
The Jackal Tank smashed a deep hole in the ground, and the flying rubble fell like beans in front of him.
"He... Who is he? Why do those aliens listen to him?" Marshall shook the W-219 Boxer Assault Rifle in his hands and swallowed with difficulty.
It's over, everything is over. The troops of nearly two companies have not been defeated in the face of the artillery fire of the 3789th Division, and the fortifications have not been discouraged in the face of the iron wall. However, in just a few minutes, in the face of this mysterious 50 people The troops were utterly defeated and collapsed.
The screams and screams were played back over and over again, and Captain Claude's hoarse voice came from the communicator.
"Come back, hold your ground! You cowards, don't run away, come back to me..."
The rout continued, and one vehicle after another burst into flames, and the morale was like an unbearable masturbation, and it was a thousand miles away in an instant.
"Alas!" Captain Claude sighed from the communicator.
Such an opponent is definitely not something that these people can resist! Marshall licked his cracked lips and was about to sneak behind a veteran soldier not far away when a figure flashed across the corner of the trench.
His heart suddenly tightened, and the steps he had already taken shrank back, it was Captain Claude.
"Marshall, Wilson, you two come with me." Captain Claude commanded, walking quickly to the front of the command car behind the bunker, opened the back door, and rushed in.
Marshall looked at Wilson who was slowly straightening up beside the command car, sighed helplessly, and walked towards the command car.
"What are you two still dawdling at!" Claude's anger came from the communicator.
At this time Wilson had entered the command compartment, and Marshall looked back at the approaching insect swarm, his face sank, and his pace quickened.
"Dad, Mom, take care of you!" He ripped off the pendant around his neck and stuffed it into the storage box of the power armor. Marshall grabbed the armrest and used his strength to move up.
When he entered the rear compartment of the command car with the heart to die, and looked up, the scene in front of him made him at a loss, and the whole person stood on the spot.
Why is this happening?
Claude stood in front of the communication station, dumbfounded.
Wilson's right hand entered through his chest, and pierced through his back, and the blood mixed with visceral minced meat flew like a waterfall.
"You... Who are you?" Captain Claude's dying voice came from the communicator.