Chapter 156: The Benefits Are Finally Distributed

"Hiss..." The lieutenant colonel took a deep breath, a battleship-class cannon mounted on a tank? Where the hell did these horrible guys come from? Didn't it mean that the enemy only had infantry? Why did it develop into the current situation.

Poor Gibbon Dale felt like he had knocked two yellow lotus beans, and his entire digestive tract had a bitter taste.

"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 out unmanned attack aircraft, send out armed helicopters, and the city Those 'Raptor' attack planes outside, must destroy 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 towards the tank position at 20km away.

"Da da da..." Accompanied by a burst of intensive gunfire, the machine gunners in the forward position fired rows of bullets at the fighter planes roaring overhead. 8 drones, 2 armed helicopters and 1 Raptor were injured and failed, fell from mid-air, plunged into the ruins of the building and exploded into a fire.

But fortunately, the main attack force finally passed. The battalion commander of the Aviation Battalion breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to order the remaining aircraft to attack the 10 siege tanks, when an unexpected scene happened, a black shadow flew up from the ruins of the factory, its speed was faster than lightning, It hit a "Raptor" attack aircraft that was making a dive with great precision.

"Boom." The dazzling fire 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, spinning around Backwards, and then fall from the sky, incarnation of flames.

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

"Hydrogen bomb! It's a hydrogen bomb! Small-yield hydrogen bombs! Where did they come from?" The battalion commander of the Aviation Battalion slumped on his chair, letting Lieutenant Colonel Gibbon's hysterical roar echo in the command vehicle for a long time.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Large groups of plasma balls fell, and the scene was in chaos. The painful wailing of soldiers and the harsh reprimands of grassroots officers resounded through the communication channel. Coke-like objects can be seen everywhere, some human flesh and blood Under the burning of the flames, the organization made the sound of "sizzling" fat melting, and the disgusting smell of barbecue and gunpowder smoke gathered together and roamed the entire battlefield.

This is simply to die! The defensive positions of marauders and machine gunners are already in sight. But in the eyes of front-line soldiers, the distance of more than 200 meters is like the distance between hell and heaven, so far away and untouchable.

at this time,

The bombardment of the plasma ball stopped suddenly, and some soldiers in unfamiliar power armor jumped out of the ruins of the factory one after another, approaching the vehicle group at an extremely fast speed, and the trigger was pulled repeatedly, taking away the lives of one infantry soldier after another. .

A kind of bloated heavy infantry rushed out from behind the cover, the flame guns at the front of both arms spit out streams of fire, and a 25-meter-long flame waterfall rolled across the vehicle group.

The high-temperature plasma instantly burned the armor of the vehicle and the infantry of the government army red, and a large number of high-temperature particles poured in through the gaps, directly roasting the driver inside to death.

There was a wailing sound from the communicator, and Lieutenant Colonel Gibbon stared blankly at the miserable scenes on the monitor. Fire...fire...everywhere.

The fire of the train, the fire of the flamethrower, the fire of the judge grenade hitting the armored vehicle...

"Hoo... Boom! Boom!" Large groups of plasma balls crossed the tank array and landed on the missile launchers and supporting artillery groups behind. The watermelon exploded, and countless soldiers jumped out of the control cabin, scurrying around in panic.

It turned out that the tanks equipped with plasma cannons did not stop their shelling, but moved their range of action forward a bit, directly threatening the rear of the 2nd Brigade camp.

"Brigade Commander, retreat quickly! If we don't withdraw, our entire army will be wiped out!" Deputy brigade commander Franklin Lester plunged into the command vehicle, and shouted at the Lieutenant Colonel, who looked distraught.

Gibbon Dale mechanically turned his head: "Withdraw?"

"Yes, what else can we do? Those guys are simply not something we can defend against. Guns are difficult to damage, missiles are difficult to lock, and armed aircraft are useless. If this continues, it won't take long. They'll run away. Gibbon, give the order."

"Oh... oh!" Lieutenant Colonel woke up like a dream, grabbed the communicator, and shouted: "Withdraw, withdraw! All soldiers belonging to the 2nd Brigade retreat to the defense line of the 'Barrier of the Brave'."

Gibbon Dale gave an order, and the grassroots officers on the front line, as if they were being pardoned, said "retreat" and hurriedly turned around and ran for their lives.

The soldiers collapsed like a mountain, and no matter how much the superior ordered, the combat units in the rear could not organize an effective retreat formation. Facing an invincible enemy, fear had already penetrated into the bones of the soldiers. Escaping was the only thought left in their minds.

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

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

A few nurses stepped forward from the rear and approached some machine gunners who had been 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-level robots, the bloody wounds quickly stopped bleeding, healed, scarred, and fell off, and even the damaged power armor was restored to a brand new state.

"This...this...are you kidding me!" Howson's eyes were staring straight: "Medical soldier? Power armor maintenance technician?"

"Sister doctor is here..." A whiny, 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. Under the light, in a blink of an eye, -660 returned to its original state.

"Female...woman?" Howson swallowed, with a look of hell on his face.

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

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

The medical soldier shone a light on him: "It turned out to be the sequelae of stimulants. Take off your pants quickly. Well, if I do it wrong, it may hurt a little; if I do it right, it will hurt very much."

While speaking, two inch-long steel nails popped out from the wrist armor of -405 (power armor for nurses), shining with a breathtaking cold light.

"Forget it...forget it, I can recover on my own." This guy didn't know what to think of, and quickly stepped aside.

"Hey...don't go..."

"Tang Fang? What are you doing? How did you bring all the women to the battlefield?" Howson said loudly into the communicator.

"What? You're upset. I forgot to tell you that not only can they 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: "Damn, I have been working with you for so long, and I finally got a bonus."

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

"Hausen, haven't you washed your power armor for a few days?" Aros interrupted suddenly.

"Why do you ask this?" Erhuo was puzzled.

"I'm afraid you'll run away those little girls, hahahaha." It can be heard that Aros is in a good mood, presumably the government troops on his side also retreated and fled back to the "Barrier of the Brave" with their tails between their legs.

Howson's old face flushed: "Do...fucking shit."

On the other side, Tang Fang couldn't help laughing out loud, what Aros said was so vicious!

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