Chapter 160 Hit Encounter (Final)

"Helicopter unit, armed motorcycle squadron, let me go to the south to investigate, who is it? Who did this!" Chris Lewis' shouting shook the ears of the advance soldiers.

Ryosuke Morimoto didn't dare to neglect, so he hurriedly dispatched 25 armed helicopters to fly southward. A reconnaissance squadron composed of 80 armed motorcycles made a detour from the two wings and followed the helicopter's buttocks straight to the southwest.

"Commander, it's... it's five artillery pieces... oh, it's not a tank..." Within a few minutes, the radar operator of the early warning helicopter came through the communicator stutteringly.

"Is it an artillery or a tank?" Chris slammed his fist on the table: "Sergeant, straighten your tongue."

"It's a tank, it's a tank, a tank that can be erected."

"A tank that can be erected? Sergeant, are you sure?" Chris stared. This kind of tank that can change the attack mode is the direction of the military research institutes of various countries. A multi-mode tank like this that can be used in actual combat may appear in ten or decades, but it will definitely not be now.

Chris felt that he heard it wrong, or that the group of trash was teasing him: "Sergeant, call me back!"

There was a busy tone on the communicator, and anger was seething on the colonel's face. He was like a bomb that had already been ignited and might explode at any moment. A sergeant, a mere sergeant, dared to ignore his words, that guy must be tired of work!

At this time, a liaison officer behind him suddenly poked his shoulder and pointed out the window.

Chris looked up subconsciously, and saw a long flame on the southern horizon, and the steaming gray-white mist gathered into a large mushroom cloud, rapidly spreading around.

The optical radiation warning light on the vehicle's instrument had already turned on, and the powerful shock wave brought up gusts of wind, instantly sweeping across several kilometers around the area.

"Nuclear...Nuclear bomb?" Chris was frightened, and now he finally knew why the sergeant didn't answer. People who are already dead, of course, don't pay attention to his threats.

"Pay attention to protection. Pay attention to protection." Chris shouted to the liaison officer. However, what is strange is that the detection value of the on-board radioactive material detector has always been maintained within a normal range, without even a slight change.

A hydrogen bomb without radioactive contamination? Chris felt that everything in front of him was like a dream. nightmare! One hell of a dream after another. Hydrogen bombs, which use lasers as the detonation source, are expensive to produce and very bulky. How did the rebels transport them?

"boom,

Boom, boom..." No one could give him the answer, and the only one who knew the truth gave him another round of ruthless bombing.

In less than ten minutes, nearly a hundred vehicles were destroyed, and more than 800 people were killed or injured. How could he accept such a heavy loss.

Every round of shelling from the siege tanks would destroy a piece of vehicles, and Chris could only feel countless brand new myds flowing in front of his eyes. For a cheapskate who is stingy and greedy for money, it hurts more than cutting his flesh.

until now. He doesn't even know the origin of the guy who exploded the chrysanthemum of the advance team, every time the plasma ball falls, millions of myd just disappear...Money, those are all money!

The colonel suddenly realized that his thoughts were a little bit wandering. When the hell is this? Life and death are at stake. He was still distracted, thinking about money and money.

But... so what if you don't lose your mind? Continue to send your men down to die? Or is it piled up here and lined up for the opponent to use as a living target?

"Damn it, it's a bad start! It's a bad start!" Chris shook his head, glanced at the casualty reports that the intelligence officer kept summarizing on his computer screen, couldn't help being cruel, and shouted at the liaison officer: "Withdraw! Order all troops to withdraw Remember. Scatter and escape, gather at w location."

His heart was bleeding, his hands were sweating, and the credit for getting it was gone, not only that. This battle almost ruined hundreds of millions of myds, which made him how to meet the legion commander.

"Hey, why did it turn around and turn to the money again?" Amid the bumping sound of the armored vehicle, Chris's face was embedded in the rear window and gradually moved away. The remaining armored vehicles of the advance team were divided into several teams, and the soldiers split up and fled in a panic towards the "Barrier of the Brave".

Those who attacked the ridge and missed the last train were out of luck. The insurgents who had been crushed by them earlier broke out from the hidden point on the ridge, and cooperated with the assault team led by Aros to kill them in just 10 minutes. The gang was slaughtered.

The battle ended and the gunfire stopped. Tang Fang sat on a siege tank and came all the way accompanied by the dust.

Grant ran down the ridge, rushed to Tang and gave him a bear hug: "I knew you would be fine."

Tang Fang's heart warmed up, but he said jokingly, "You don't have to make such a big fight if you welcome me, so that I have to wipe your ass for you."

"Hey, you guys can always bring surprises to people." Grant let go of his hand and turned his head to look at the siege tank behind him: "Is this your lost teammate again?"

Tang Fang shrugged: "Guess."

Grant gave him a hard look: "The spaceship crashed? What kind of spaceship can hold these guys? At least it should be a cruiser."

Tang Fang laughed: "I want to say that this was snatched from the Appalus military industrial base, do you believe it?"

"Snatched?" Grant was obviously startled: "The Croatan government has this kind of technology? I don't believe it."

"Crack." At this moment, the hatch of a siege tank was opened, and Howson jumped out, slapped the heavy armor of the tank vigorously and said: "Damn it, this guy is really good, use it to beat people , really tm enjoyable."

Grant's face darkened, hit someone? Hit someone with it? No bones or dregs could be found after one shot.

"Tarossa, welcome back." At this time, Flavi walked forward with Veblen and other rebel officers, hugged Tang Fang like an old friend, and patted him on the back: "I knew you were a tough kid, not a short-lived ghost."

Tang Fang grinned and waved the discarded communicator on his right arm: "This thing is broken, and I can't help it."

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are safe and sound, even if everyone dies here, they will all be smiling."

"Colonel, needless to say it's so heavy." While speaking, he took out a pile of feeding injections from the shoulder storage box and handed them to several guards around Flavi: "Go and use them on the wounded."

"Yes." A few guards took the injections tremblingly, as if what they held in their hands was not some syringes, but the lives of their companions. Early in the morning, I heard from Grant and Walton that he had a very miraculous healing injection in his hands, which could bring people back from the hands of death as long as there was still a breath left. At this moment, these treatment injections were lying in their hands so neatly, how could this not excite them.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Don't hurry up." It wasn't until Flavi gave them a hard look that several guards rushed towards the place where the wounded were placed.