Chapter 179 The Final Battle of Crotan (6)

On the road to survival, there is no right or wrong, no good or evil, and there are no heroes and cowards. Everyone has a common professional butcher.

Tu Yi is a crime, Tu Wan is a hero, and if you kill nine million, you will be a hero among heroes.

He doesn't want to be a hero, but... Many times, a person has to make a choice.

In the system space, the list of Terran combat units, Machine Gunner x245, Marauder x30, Reaper x20, Hellion Chariot x40, Siege Tank x40, Firebat x30, Nurse mmx30, Medical Transporter x10, Viking Fighter x50 total population 666/1000. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

After the battle of the Antarctic Air Force Base and the defensive battle just now, the resource value soared to a terrifying 74260, 41680.

Facing 200,000 enemy troops, even if Marion had opened all the missile silos in the base, it would be impossible to stop this round of attack without using powerful nuclear weapons.

"Go all out." With a whisper, Tang Fang added 10 medical transport planes, 100 Viking fighter planes, 40 siege tanks, and 17 Widow Thunders to the production sequence.

When it was low, the number of resources fell back to 47985, 23755, while the Terran units soared to the limit of 1000/1000.

A total of 150 Viking fighters, 80 tanks, 40 Hellion chariots, 17 Widow mine heavy fire units, facing the enemy 5000 armored vehicles, 1200 combat aircraft, and 1500 various missiles.

The flames ejected from the tail thrusters of the medical transport plane illuminated the entire sky above the base at once, and 17 widow mines were dropped 20km away from the base in advance and entered the excited state.

The 80 siege tanks were divided into four teams, east, west, north, south, with 20 vehicles in each team, lined up in the deep zone between the outer defense line and the missile base.

40 Hellion chariots were transported to the medical transport plane. As for a large number of human biochemical troops, they wandered in the fortifications of the forward positions. As backup firepower.

The Viking fighter jets in the sky are the focus of Tang Fang's attention. Before the government army's ground armor group advances, various missiles and armed aircraft will carry out carpet bombing of the base's defense facilities first. There must be no gaps in the defense line, otherwise, in the face of the subsequent encirclement of the armored group, the rebel army will lose sight of the other.

"Go and intercept those armed aircraft." He raised his head and glanced at a faint line of silver ash coming from Tiannan. Tang Fang issued an attack command to the 150 Viking fighters in the sky.

"Woo,

Woo, woo..." One streak of blue pierced the sky, and a piercing sonic boom resounded through the sky. 150 Viking fighter jets formed a geese array and quickly moved towards the armed aircraft cluster in the southeast direction.

"Old man, the enemy plane cluster is mine, and those missiles are up to you."

"Okay." Marion's response came from the communicator.

The missile silo that was originally hidden under the ice around the base was opened. With the violent turbulence of fire and smoke, shore-to-ship missiles, anti-ballistic missiles, electromagnetic pulse missiles, anti-aircraft missiles and a large number of anti-missile mines erupted. From the array of missile launchers, large and medium-sized missile wells and missile vehicles wandering around the base erupted.

Army missed. The air force goes first, missiles and missiles, fighters and fighters, who can dominate the sky.

...

Macaulay? Hill is an Air Force Major, Blood Skull Squadron Captain. He is 32 years old and just got married last year. He suddenly found out that his wife was pregnant a week ago. Well, if it's a boy. He was going to name him Chapman, if it was a girl. That would be Wendy.

If he had followed his wife's plan, he should have gone through the procedures for retiring from the army and changing jobs 3 months ago, returned home honestly, kept his wife and children warm, and took a light-hearted job in a government functional department. half a lifetime.

However. This plan was disrupted by that damned Marion Duncan, those village idiots, those ants, and those low-level lowlifes, can't they live honestly? What kind of dignity do you want? free? This is simply nonsense.

This world has always been a law of the jungle, following the purest law of the jungle. Those who have power, money, ability, and know how to make money, they should be superior, enjoy class privileges, enjoy a high-quality life, and enjoy the fear and jealousy of ordinary people.

Born in such a social background, lowly and powerless people should learn how to be a weak person, a slave, or even a dog, because only in this way, you will live carefree and don't care about anything Dignity, care about discrimination, care about injustice.

Just like Macaulay, he never expected to be a general, never hoped that his official career would go smoothly, enter the upper class, and be able to mix more than the top and the bottom, and that was enough.

However, it was those guys, that damned Marion and his Garcia rebels, who made his plan to retire from the army thwarted.

"Guys, cheer me up and fight a good fight and send those goddam bugs to hell."

"Yes, boss."

"Don't worry, the 'widow makers' on my two wings are already hungry and thirsty, Jie Jie Jie Jie."

"..."

A sneer curled up at the corner of Macaulay's mouth. Facing the government army's total strength of more than 200,000, the Garcia Rebels were at the end of their rope. No one could save their lives, even if the gods came.

"Boss, there's... ah... an enemy plane, a large number of enemy planes, why didn't the damn radar respond?" The panicked shout of the pilot of the fighter plane ahead suddenly came from the communicator.

"Huh?" McCauley scanned the radar scanner, but there was no response, and even the early warning aircraft behind did not issue an alarm: "This... how keneng."

"Squads, switch to defensive formation." In the picture sent back by the airborne panoramic view system, the enemy plane that can avoid the airborne radar suddenly accelerated, changed into an attack formation, and quickly rushed towards the vanguard fighter group.

"What a terrifying sudu." Macaulay found that his own fighter planes could not grab a favorable position at all.

"They're rushing over, all the planes are scattered, scattered..." Vice Captain Frank's roar echoed in the communication frequency band.

"Captain, it's not good, the enemy plane is biting my ass tightly, I can't get rid of him..." The one who shouted was the already hungry pilot of the "Widow Maker" who had just announced the two wings.

"Volka, pull up, pull up, I'll kill him," Frank said.

"I'm pulling, pulling, but his sudu is faster than me, and he's firing... help, ugh..."

"Boom." A flash of light came from the left wing. A friendly mark on the display screen flashed twice and then disappeared. Macaulay panicked. The sudu of the enemy plane was too fast, and the fast photoelectric detection system could hardly catch it. .

"Jim, he's coming from the middle, damn it, what is he trying to do... ah." Several kilometers ahead of Macaulay, two "Skeleton" fighter planes flying side by side were blasted into a ball by two missiles fired by the enemy plane. Garbage, rolling and falling all the way down.

"Jim! Ali!" Macaulay's heart was sinking, and his whole body seemed to fall into an endless abyss, cold and dark, and he couldn't see his fingers. (to be continued...) ()