Chapter 262 Breaking Through the Blockade (5)

He is not a brainless idiot, let alone a hot-blooded tendon. From the enemy's firepower, it can be seen that the military academy cannot be kept. In such a situation, why don't you run away? Waiting to die?

The distance between the gate of the Military Academy and the root of the south wall was the most intense, but there were few gunshots on the north wall. If you want to leave the battlefield safely, you have to choose to escape from the north. (starting)

Truman loved war, he loved the flash of gunfire, and he loved shooting the other side, listening to the enemy groaning and wailing at his feet, bleeding to death. However, he was more timid than anyone else, otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed in this military academy as a guard at the front gate.

In Truman's world, wars, artillery fire, etc., are all on paper. After all, Recto belongs to the hinterland of Monya, and it is impossible for the Garcia rebels to come here to act wildly. And civilians, who dares to be so blind to provoke the government? What's more, this is the Lanna Military Academy, unless you are impatient with life.

Unexpectedly, the war suddenly broke out like this, without a sound, and there was no sign of a storm coming.

He didn't want to die, "It's better to live than to die", and his words were not rough.

To avoid becoming a target, Truman didn't even wear the power armor, so that he could walk through the shadows, unaware of being discovered by the enemy troops wearing power armor with higher performance than the "Guardian Knight".

Truman overestimated his own skills, just ran a hundred meters along the high wall and the shadow of the maple tree, and crashed head-on into the encirclement of two looters and a machine gunner.

Truman was terrified. He had a deep understanding of the horror of these heavily armored soldiers. Zhuer, who can defeat even a rapid-fire defensive turret, is still 3vs1, even if the gods come, they can't save him.

"Please, please let me go." Truman rolled his eyes, and fell to his knees with a "plop", his acting skills were comparable to movie actors. The tears come as soon as they are said, and the lacrimal glands are as good as the prostate: "I have no choice but to. If my family can't pay the sponsorship fee, I can only... I can only come here to serve as a soldier. In fact, I have a deep love for this country and this country The government, like you, hates it to the bone, otherwise, it would not have fled the battle."

The mournful voice and serious expression are all acting skills.

If Claire were here instead, I'm afraid she would have felt pity. Unfortunately, the object of his crying was Aros.

The veteran opened his mask, exhaled a puff of smoke, and greeted him: "Hi, we meet again."

Truman was stunned: "It's...it's you, why is it you?" He remembered that more than a week ago, the person in front of him came to the military academy with a man and a woman to find someone. You especially remember that it was already night, and the reckless boy wanted to be violent.

If he hadn't been stopped by the old guy in front of him, he would have rewarded that blind boy with a bullet.

Why are they? What exactly is going on?

"Hey, let me ask you, where is my lighter?" Aross smoked a cigar with a "click, click".

"Lighter..." Truman thought for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses: "Your lighter is in the hands of Lieutenant Alsop. Now he is directing the defense robots at the front door to resist your attack."

"Oh." Aros nodded.

"Then... then can I go?" Truman asked cautiously.

"Let's go." Aros stood up and said casually.

Truman didn't talk much, he got up, turned around and ran northward, but before he ran 10 meters, "Da." A gunshot sounded. Where the blood flew, Truman's eyes widened with anger, and he fell down among the dead branches and leaves.

Aros spit out half of the cigar in his mouth, watched the fiery red cigarette butt burn a small hole in the center of the dead leaf, closed his mask with a "snap", and continued to rush forward with the two looters.

At this time, most of the automatic defense system outside the military academy had been paralyzed, and the heavy gate was blown into ruins by several rounds of bombardment by siege tanks. There were only a few soldiers standing on the wall, and the strength of a battalion was within 5 minutes. It was defeated and disintegrated.

Alsop and Gresham hid in the bunker behind the door, operating the defense robot sniper machine gunner group with remote control equipment.

"Boom, boom." The south courtyard wall collapsed, and two Hellfire chariots jumped in at once, and then made a gorgeous drift on the front square, moving all four wheels together, ignoring the garrison soldiers, and turned around towards the courtyard in the hinterland of the college. The anti-aircraft missile array drove away.

"Woo..." One after another, the hellfire chariots jumped out one after another, and the hellfire injectors sprinkled clouds of flames on the fleeing soldiers.

"Boom." Just as Alsop was distracted, the steel fence of the front door was distorted and deformed by a tank, and broke in two. The defensive turrets on both sides of the door sensed the enemy's arrival, and popped out of the ground with a "click", and four rockets, like flying silver snakes, fell one after another around the tank and exploded into balls of flames.

Amidst the billowing gunpowder smoke, the siege tank smashed out, directly knocking down one turret, and the twin cannons turned and blasted the other turret into debris.

"Papa pata..." The shock came from the ground, and more than 100 machine gunners quickly rushed into the front square under the cover of siege tanks.

The second line of defense of the military academy consists of bunkers, garrison soldiers in buildings, and self-defense turrets that are scattered like chess pieces.

There were not many defensive robots left, and the cold sweat on Alsop's head was like a rushing waterfall. The 800-meter-depth firepower network outside the military academy had a total of 288 self-defense turrets of various types, and they were broken through by the opponent in just five or six minutes.

The loss of defense robots alone is 98, not to mention there are more than 200 soldiers. But the other party only paid a price of a dozen soldiers. No, no, less than ten, because he saw with his own eyes some guys in silver-white armor shoot out a beam of light, and then the wounded soldiers stood up again and continued to fight.

The firepower is fierce, the armor is thick, and there are field medical units. There are even fighter planes roaring back and forth in the sky, destroying one after another aviation fighter jets that came to support from various air force bases.

How can we fight this battle!

A medical transport plane flew across the sky, carrying the soldiers' rifles to shoot, as well as the rpg in the building, and even the rockets of the self-defense turret on the ground, unloading one after another of the heavily armored soldiers carrying large tin cans.

Fire, fire with extreme high temperature, enough to melt gold and corrode iron.

Hundreds of meters from the square turned into a sea of ​​flames. The scorching flames made the soldiers behind the bunker unable to raise their heads, and their screams echoed on the communication channel. 5 fighters of unfamiliar models dropped a row of flying mines into the teaching building from top to bottom. At the same time, there was a collective change. They landed on the ground with a "boom", and the Gatling guns on both arms turned, "Boom, boom, boom... ..." 30 mm bullets fell into the bunker like a torrential rain, blasting the bodies of one soldier after another. (To be continued..)