Chapter 1127 The War Is About to Begin

As Ivan was the first to take the initiative to attack, the bloody plain within a radius of about 2 kilometers became a battlefield of blood and fire.

Each of the fifty eight-legged robots was loaded with 200 rounds of 82mm mortar shells, and they were all dumped within 2 minutes.

Ivan, a domineering Russian, created a battlefield filled with smoke all by himself.

Accompanied by red mud and white smoke flying in the sky, the eight-legged robots began to retreat in an orderly manner. Logistics staff would reload them with appropriate ammunition and allow them to re-enter the battlefield.

Alvin stepped on the head of the high-level demon and swung his battle ax to kill several frightened hellhounds around him. Then he looked at the battlefield as if there was a red fog...

In Alvin's sight, a large number of hellhounds and hexagonal demonic cows were bombed to pieces.

The white phosphorus loaded in those vicious thermobaric bombs caused the flames to burn like tarsal maggots on the skin of those hellhounds and hexagonal demonic cows.

Let’s not talk about whether the effect is good or not, but the effect of 10,000 bombs in 2 minutes not only blinded the devil, but also scared our own people.

The logistics officer arranged by the Russian military to cooperate with Ivan was at a loss when faced with 50 eight-legged robots waiting for food. You must know that this man is also a man who drinks to death and dares to go into the river in the winter, but Ivan's crazy behavior is still It startled him.

After hesitating for a long time, under the excited urging of the rear general, the logistics officer began to control several container-like supply boxes to fill the eight-legged robots with ammunition.

Ivan glanced in Alvin's direction, and in a low and hoarse voice, he said: "Alvin, get out of the way, it's our turn now..."

Barney and the others were also frightened by Ivan's madness, but these veterans showed no fear at all. As soon as the sound of explosions stopped, five large bipedal mechas led each of their ten eight-legged robots. The charge began.

The large robot followed the eight-legged robot that formed a defensive formation and slowly advanced while using its 20mm cannon to sweep the battlefield...

The specially-made steel-core bullets with large charges easily penetrated the skin of those hellhounds. The bullets rolled horribly in their bodies, causing the hellhounds to die wailing.

After all, these things are still living things. The size of Cerberus determines the thickness of their skin and the limited density of their muscles.

Even if their body defenses are stretched to the limit, they will not surpass armored vehicles. Hitting these things with 20mm armor-piercing bullets is like a joke.

Alvin bent down and picked up the high-level demon who was still alive and strong after his neck was trampled on. He watched the large area of ​​dizzy Cerberus bombed by Barney and the others being beaten into pieces.

At this time, Alvin finally understood Ivan's tactics. Anyway, no matter how good or bad it is, I'll blow you up first. If you can't be killed, I'll knock you out, and then we'll make up for it.

This simple and crude tactic is very effective against large groups of low-speed targets. If those hellhounds and hexagonal demon bulls are allowed to charge, it may be a different situation.

When Barney and the others started killing, everyone at the rear finally reacted, and Stark urged Lennox unhappily, "Why are we slower than that Russian guy?

Could it be that more than 20 of you are not as good as those 5 old men? "

As he spoke, Stark rushed into the battlefield through the space gate wearing a steel suit with micro missiles mounted on the back. Hundreds of thumb-thick micro missiles each found threatening targets under the guidance of Jarvis, and then Exploding on those unlucky demons...

Lennox glanced at his old troops. They were not ready to deal with such a fierce war. Lennox had just been guiding these "seals" to adapt to their new equipment.

Hearing his boss's impatient cry, Lennox glanced helplessly at his old comrade-in-arms, the black soldier Mike, and said to him: "Listen to me, never enter the battlefield before you are fully adapted, let those military To hell with you son of a bitch!"

Private Mike looked at Lennox, who was literally armed to the teeth, with a wry smile. He helplessly fiddled with the controller on his arm, familiarizing himself with the not-so-complex instructions inside.

Faced with Lennox's suggestion, Private Mike said helplessly: "Okay, I understand, if those damn gentlemen force me to go to the battlefield, I will 'resign'..."

Guys, are you still short of people? "

Lennox smiled and gave Private Mike a thumbs up, and said with a smile: "This is a good choice. At least for the past six months, I have indeed played the role of an angel in the Middle East.

And my salary is more than 6 times that of the past. Our boss must be more generous than those bastards in the Ministry of Defense..."

While Lennox was speaking, Stark, who was the first to start the battle, yelled angrily into the communicator, "Lennox, why haven't your people shown up yet?

Does it make you feel bad that the Avengers were defeated by the Suicide Squad? "

After hearing this, Lennox spread his hands to the ugly-looking Private Mike, then patted his head. The visor on his helmet suddenly closed, and then the Avengers military commander shouted loudly to his men. He greeted: "Hurry up, our boss is angry, let us go and show those old guys a little bit of power..."

Lennox shouted happily, but the second wave of people entering the battlefield was the team led by Yang Rui...

The two machine gunners and the correspondent of the team received five eight-legged robots respectively, and asked them to form an arrow-shaped formation to cover the team as it entered the battlefield.

"Lu Chen is responsible for sampling demons, and Xu Hong is responsible for sampling natural items. Don't be greedy for credit, finish the work first..."

Yang Rui stared at the battlefield filled with red smoke while quickly assigning tasks.

Sniper Gu Shun fiddled with the controller on his arm. As the five eight-legged robots advanced, they fired several shots at several hexagonal demon cows struggling on the ground 500 meters away.

More than a dozen rounds of 20mm caliber armor-piercing bullets accurately hit the hexagonal magic cows, and then Gu Shun said with satisfaction: "Low wind speed, low humidity, lower the ballistic trajectory by one scale at 500 meters away..."

When Gu Shun muttered as if he had an occupational disease, the machine gunner "Shitou" beside him looked at him like a fool and said: "This is automatic. Besides, these Russian goods can't be accurate..."

As he spoke, "Shitou" looked at the unscrupulous "Death Squad" in the distance with envy, and said: "These people are really not afraid of death..."

When "Stone" spoke, some changes occurred in the battlefield. So many humans entered hell, making these low-level demons start to go crazy.

Except for the injured hellhounds and hexagonal demonic cows, everyone else who could run began their desperate attacks.

Demons within a few kilometers of the surrounding area began to gather in this direction...

Just like a hot pot gourmet passing by an authentic Sichuan hot pot restaurant, this red land begins to be filled with a rich soul fragrance the moment humans enter. This is a temptation that those demons cannot refuse.

When the horse-sized Cerberus began to act according to instinct, Barney and the others started to have a little difficulty.

"Move it, move it, FUCK the Russians are unreliable..."

Christmas himself drove a large mecha and used the machine gun on the mecha to try to stop a large group of Cerberus dogs running towards him. Unfortunately, the accuracy of the Russian-made machine guns during the operation was indeed problematic.

The jumping ballistics cannot effectively block those extremely fast hellhounds...

When making Christmas jokes, Barney controlled his eight-legged machines to move them forward at a constant speed while allowing them to shoot freely.

"Let them move on their own. You can't aim at this thing at all..."

Gunnar, who was rushing at the front, looked at the several hellhounds that had rushed within 100 meters. He gave up the machine gun of the mecha with a grin, and controlled the mecha to draw out the door panel sword and point it at the hellhounds that were about to cross the eight-legged robot position. Yelling, "Come on, come to daddy..."

Hundreds of charging hellhounds faced a heavy rain of bullets, and in the end only a dozen broke through the machine gunners' position intact.

Gunnar looked at the Cerberus getting closer and closer like a hungry wolf. He opened his left hand towards the Cerberus and muttered to himself, "Come on, come on..."

The fastest charging hell dog jumped up 20 meters away from Gunnar, and tried to attack Gunnar with its long fangs and claws.

Gunnar sneered and took half a step back. At the moment when Cerberus felt that he had misjudged the distance, he stretched out his left hand to pinch Cerberus's neck, and then stabbed the door panel knife in his right hand along Cerberus's belly...

A large mecha that is more than 4 meters tall still has certain advantages when facing a hellhound the size of a horse, but that is only when facing one...

Gunnar brutally opened the mouth of a hell dog, then grabbed the hell dog's neck and smashed the other hell dog that rushed over.

Unfortunately, there were too many Cerberus for the five members of the Suicide Squad. As soon as Gunnar repelled one of them, his mecha's knife-wielding right arm was bitten by a Cerberus.

The huge bite force of the Cerberus made the mecha's arms groan under the strain...

The furious Gunnar waved his right arm and led the hungry wolf to chop down a Cerberus that wanted to jump onto the cockpit. Then the Viking man unexpectedly bent his arms and hung the Cerberus on his chest, and his whole body jumped. After a moment, the entire mecha smashed towards the ground.

The hard mecha arm's elbow sank deeply into the Cerberus's chest, and the weight of more than ten tons made the Cerberus exhale its last breath...

"Fire..."

Gunnar, who was lying on the ground, looked up and watched as a large number of rockets passed over his back and rushed into the formation of the hellhounds.

Gunnar saw that the explosion point was very close to him, but a few hellhounds rushed too fast to avoid the rocket attacks.

The Viking man cursed angrily and hugged the cockpit with his arms. The two chainsaws on his back began to rotate and wave under the control of the two mechanical arms...