Chapter 255 You bloom in the destruction like hell's funeral song
"Marson, the outermost position in the West 1 area was broken through by the enemy, and the opponent is trying to force the Bingling River!"
"Marson, the enemy's plane destroyed our arsenal No. 7, 8, 10, 14, and airport No. 2 were seriously damaged!"
"Our army planes fought against the enemy. Due to the number of disadvantages, Colonel Moore is requesting subsequent reinforcements!"
"Oh my God! The enemy is forcibly sending paratroopers to the West District 1 position, these lunatics!"
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Faced with one bad news after another, Marshal Loka stared at the densely packed electronic warfare analysis pictures in front of him and the images of the battlefield that were obviously collapsing, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Obviously, the situation is very unfavorable to the United States.
To make matters worse, the fallen areas in the United States are now much more serious than those in Toronto, which has led to more and more riverbank defense positions being dulled.
Under the double blow, the United States could not play its advantages in military strength and equipment at all, which was so frustrating that it wanted to scratch the wall.
The enemy's precise "razor tactics" further shows that his intelligence position was conquered earlier and became a plug with air leakage from all sides.
But even so, he still can't panic.
If even he starts to panic, then this battle will really be lost.
Countless thoughts passed by in my mind, and Marshal Loka turned his head and looked at his deputy beside him.
"Since that's the case, let the Thunder 1 Battalion, who arrived last night, prepare to drive the annoying Northerners down the river first!"
"But Marshal, it's not said... OK, obey the order!"
The adjutant, who had been following the marshal for ten years, looked at the determination on his marshal's face and immediately gave up the idea of reminding him, saluted with a solemn look, and slowly withdrew from the command room.
"I hope these iron bumps that were blown into the sky by the guys behind me are really that strong..."
While praying in his heart, the old marshal continued to issue orders in an attempt to stabilize the situation.
It has to be said that although this marshal who came from a famous family, started as a big-headed soldier and eventually became the highest commander of the border defense line, is indeed an excellent tactical master.
Under his extreme mobilization, the battlefield that was originally accelerating collapse miraculously remained in a state of about to collapse, but never collapsed.
The huge size of the United States was also fully utilized at this moment.
The aircraft lost ten aircraft, and the delay time was enough to allow thirty aircraft to take off at the rear airport. The legion in front was destroyed by the enemy's long-range artillery fire, so we mobilized the troops in the back to take over.
The gorgeous fireworks blooming between countless missiles and anti-missile systems illuminate the dim night sky almost all the time, and make the whistling blizzard turn into ice crystals scattered in the sky from time to time.
Against this background, a special United States convoy consisting of more than 30 large armored personnel carriers rushed to the second line of defense in West 1 with artillery fire.
Arriving at the destination, with the characteristic door slowly opening, a group of tall blue heavy armored warriors with a sci-fi style suddenly appeared on this cruelest battlefield.
This is one of Inuit's trump cards, the exoskeleton power mecha unit.
Although due to time constraints, there are only 100 mecha warriors on the entire border line, these warriors wearing tank-level armor and holding traits of "single guns" quickly played a huge role as soon as they appeared on the battlefield.
After the Toronto Army forcibly flattened the outermost defense line of the river bank, the steel torrent composed of more than 400 light amphibious vehicles was a terrifying sharp blade and a strong shield, which tightly blocked the Inuit Army trying to regain its position.
But in front of mecha warriors whose flexibility is completely erected and whose firepower is no less than that of the tank, these tanks are obviously not enough to see.
"Squad 1, assist in clearing those annoying paratrooper targets. Squad 2, blocked the bastards in the east who were about to break open their positions. The others came with me and let these guys taste the awesomeness!"
After giving the command, the commander, whose armor was specially painted in eye-catching red, directly picked up a large special mecha cannon with a diameter comparable to his arm, and started to snipe with the chariot with the help of the remaining fortifications.
What?
Waaaa rushed up, then had a handsome parkour combo and continuous shooting to directly deal with the enemy?
The commander said, you have watched too many science fiction movies!
Even if the enemy's caliber is not much larger than the guys in their hands, it is still a shell.
According to the speed theory, it is calculated by kilometers per second. Even if the agility attribute of human beings is enhanced with epic level, it will definitely not be able to react!
And once the shells are hit on the body, even if the armor can withstand it, it will be shaken into a flesh-sized mud. After all, the defense attributes have never been the strength of primates, and the brain is the case, especially for humans.
But even if it is just a sniper, with more flexible athletic ability and loading speed, these mecha soldiers equipped with a built-in system for 100 rounds of ammunition supply can still attack the opposite chariots.
The lost positions were constantly recaptured, and after returning to the positions, other United States soldiers also began to massacre the slow targets on the river.
After the furious Toronto Army discovered that its vanishing vanished, it once again scrubbed the West 1 position again.
Under the terrifying artillery fire, the mecha soldiers who had beaten the armored vehicles themselves and suffered almost 0 casualties suddenly suffered huge losses.
Just the first round of super-strong firepower coverage lasting five minutes, more than twenty mecha warriors were lost.
But the enemy's angry actions not only did not shake the determination of the United States, but instead made Marshal Loka suppress all the latest reinforcements from the rear, and at the same time, it further strengthened the bombardment of the river surface, turning the entire river section into a boiling red.
Around this gap, the two sides began an extremely cruel tug-of-war, turning this small area into a real flesh-and-blood grinder.
It was at this time that in the occupied area where no one paid attention to it, a mound made of loose soil suddenly shook.
Then, the mound was suddenly pushed away from it, and then Land, with bloodstained face, struggled to climb out of the half-deep emergency fortification, or in other words, a semi-underground cement pit with steel plates.
"Meow, I was almost buried alive!"
Lying on the ground and gasping for a few hard times, Rand struggled to get up, enduring the severe pain of his bones as if they were about to fall apart.
Looking around and looking at the camp that had turned into ruins, he couldn't help but be confused for a moment, but the next second, there was still no roar around. The biting cold wind and snowflakes mixed with ice quickly woke him up.
"Is the war really going on?"
Shaking his head, Rand tightened his dusty clothes, and then planned to see if there were any living people around him.
But the next second, another collapsed barrack ruin was suddenly lifted up, and then... a huge "mantis monster" with black wings suddenly emerged from it!
Rand, stunned, couldn't help swallowing and spitting, and the smell of blood in his mouth made him react immediately. He hurriedly took out the antique-level famous sword "Pojun" in his arms, intending to make a final desperate attempt.
But the mutant with an extremely high degree of evolution did not even look at him, and directly vibrated his black wings and flew straight into the sky.
It's like a signal that in the fallen area where the United States was baptized by artillery fire, more and more mutants that evolved from wings emerged from the broken walls, and the total number was significantly higher than the number of humans who had mutated before!
They flapped their wings and flew high, and soon gathered over the ruins of ice and fire, forming a seemingly small but extremely deadly "dark cloud".
Obviously, with the help of death and killing around you, the humanoid mutant that has been ravaged by humans has finally ushered in the first major explosion!
It also means that there is a new change on the already chaotic battlefield that has never experienced before.