Six Hundred and Fifty Eighth Life for Life

The on-site commander was so anxious that he almost had a cerebral hemorrhage, and shouted hoarsely, "Tiangong Tiangong, the shelling is invalid, the shelling is invalid—"

"Fire support coordinated!"

Before the words were finished, a ray of crimson light fell from the sky, and the top of the alien battleship suddenly exploded like a beaten egg shell, cracks like spider webs, and there was a hole the size of a fist in the middle of the crack, and there was a hole in the hole. With a faint blue smoke.

The commander clenched his hands and stared blankly, unable to understand what happened.

Several crisp sounds sounded one after another, and there was a row of black holes on the alien battleship, as if an invisible big hand was hitting the alien battleship vigorously.

About two seconds later, the sharp whistling from the sky penetrated into everyone's ears, and the commander couldn't help but suddenly realized.

This must be the space battleship greeting aliens with bullets, because the speed of the shells is too fast, leaving the sound far behind, so this phenomenon occurs.

As the commander expected, this is a round of armor-piercing projectiles from the O24 class. This is a special armor-piercing projectile for hitting ground targets. One layer of aerospace-grade insulation.

It's the thing painted on the surface of the returnable spacecraft.

But using armor-piercing projectiles to hit alien warships... Alien warships are at least three hundred meters long, and armor-piercing projectiles are only the thickness of a fist. How effective can they be?

Not only the commanders have such doubts, but many soldiers also have the same idea.

Just when everyone was in doubt, the O24 level, which confirmed the strike effect, exploded suddenly. The seven turrets located on the bow opened fire at the same time. When it hit the head, the sound of armor cracking and air tearing mixed together, drowning out all other sounds.

When everything was over, the top armor of the alien battleship had turned into a sieve full of holes, and spider web cracks spread all over the ship, as if it would collapse into pieces with a light touch of a finger.

The commander did not relax his vigilance because of the heavy damage of the alien warship, but immediately ordered the troops to be more vigilant to prevent the aliens from breaking through.

He doesn't have much combat experience, but at least he knows how to jump over a wall in a hurry.

Everyone was ready to fight, but the aliens did not move for a long time. A similar idea appeared in everyone's minds: Can all the aliens in the battleship be eliminated with one shot?

About half a minute after the bombardment, rays of light suddenly shot out from the hatches on the alien battleship that had been open all the time, sweeping across, most of them cut into the bunkers arranged by the defenders, and the rays of light chopped up the piles of sandbags, and the sand flowed through the incisions Outflow everywhere.

The silk light cut on the defenders was like a knife like scissors, and the defenders suffered heavy casualties. A silk light happened to sweep across the side of the commander's neck and cut open the carotid artery without any difficulty.

The commander only felt a pain in his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He instinctively covered the side of his neck, but the blood still oozed from between his fingers.

A nearby soldier immediately took out a towel, turned on the kettle and wet the towel, but when he pressed the towel to the commander's neck, the commander had stopped breathing, and his eyes that had lost all energy were staring up at the sky blankly, with the eyes There is still a bit of unwillingness and nostalgia left.

The thin light came and went quickly, killing a large number of defenders and ending quickly, then dozens of aliens rushed out of the ship, ran for a few steps and then jumped into the air, a pair of huge membranous wings spread behind the aliens Open, holding them up quickly, condescendingly pour silk light on the defenders.

The defenders who lost their command tried their best to fight back, but they had a natural advantage in air-to-ground, which made the already heavy casualties worse.

What made the defenders even more unbearable was that an alien actually flew over the evacuating people and massacred civilians wantonly.

All the officers and soldiers were furious, and several armored vehicles fired all the surface-to-air missiles at the first time, but only hit one alien.

In order to destroy the enemy, the brave soldiers left the relatively safe armored vehicles, jumped to the roof to control the anti-aircraft machine guns, and the bullet beams spewed straight into the sky, chasing the aliens and flying around.

The anti-aircraft machine guns may have limited damage to the aliens, but the fragile membrane wings on the aliens' backs could not stop the tearing of the warheads, shooting down several aliens one after another.

The armored vehicles were immediately hit hard by the aliens, and the soldiers risked their lives, sacrificing one to mount another.

Surrounded by the corpses of their comrades cut into pieces, under their feet are their still warm bloody internal organs, but the soldiers don't care about so many, because the new shooter is likely to be shredded by mercerizing in the next second, mixed with his comrades, and then No distinction between each other.

In short, as long as the machine gun can fire, as long as people are not dead, as long as there are bullets, the machine gun will not stop.

It wasn't until the alien warship shot a ray of light that cut through all the armored vehicles that the roar of the anti-aircraft machine guns stopped.

But the defenders had more than anti-aircraft machine guns.

A soldier's left leg was broken at the knee, and all his comrades around him had died. The severe pain made him almost faint.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, climbed to the side of the 12o rocket and straightened the rocket launcher before it could be fired, knelt on one knee and supported his body with his broken leg, aimed at the hatch of the alien warship and pulled the trigger.

The moment the rocket came out of the chamber, he was hit by the silk light from the aliens. The silk light stretched from his left shoulder to his right hip.

At the last moment of his life, he saw the rockets flying into the alien warship, and the soldier closed his eyes and passed away with a smile on his face.

The rocket exploded with a bang, and blazing flames spewed out of the ship like a fire dragon, and the nearby armor covered with spider webs suddenly collapsed like shattered glass.

Seeing this, the others immediately gave up on the aliens and turned their targets to the battleship. The raging aliens immediately returned to help, focusing on cleaning up the defenders attacking the battleship.

At this time, the casualties of the defenders had already exceeded two-thirds, and the remaining one-third could not form a coherent defense line.

The commander with the highest rank on the scene was only a lieutenant. The lieutenant who witnessed all this clearly realized that the task of blocking the alien warship could no longer be completed, and the time when the friendly forces arrived could not be determined. It will bloom in all directions, and the civilians of the whole city will be in danger.

The communication soldier around him had already died. The lieutenant broke his heart and broke the communication soldier's finger, and grabbed the hand microphone that the communication soldier was holding tightly, and shouted while crying: "Fengcheng calls Tiangong, Fengcheng calls Tiangong, please shoot at me, please shoot at me... The army is about to be exhausted, and shoot at me for the sake of the young and old in Fengcheng...Tiangong, don't let us die in vain, don't let us die in vain..."

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