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"Looking for cover, there are too many armed blood crosses.

Rand's power relieved Ryan, but now the more important thing has become how to hold the entrance.

The second team broke into the base, and it must not be allowed to be dumpling, and the follow-up troops are advancing steadily, but it will still take some time to get to the outside of the base.

There are more than 100 power armors that have come, most of them are arranged in the rear, after all, it stands to reason that even a blood cross that can use a firearm will never be able to break through the shell of the power armor, and the front line does not need too much power armor.

However, things don't seem to be going according to common sense...

The red line connected to the back of the blood cross became clearer and clearer in Ryan's eyes, I don't know if it was an illusion, their behavior became more and more orderly, and even heavy firepower was gradually transported to the front line.

There was a sound at close range, and Ryan subconsciously released the foot peg to nail into the ground, so that he was not knocked away by the shock wave.

"Ryan! fuck.... Did you hear that? Blood Cross with a bazooka! No right!" Amid

the sound of artillery fire, Olega roared, and he had to step back and shoot with his .50 down-mounted machine gun on his shoulder, forcing some gaps in fire.

"See, they're executing tactics... It's low-level, but it's wrong. Instead

of rushing up, the Blood Cross fired from behind, not only with heavy weapons, but even from the rear...

"The second team retreated, the assault failed, and the other side didn't do it... There is no such thing.

Rand's solemn scolding came, and the second team broke into the atrium of the base and quickly retreated, and dozens of tanks in the entire naval base were activated, speeding towards the entire team.

Open... It's wild, basically full of speed, and as it gallops, it delivers almost unstructured output to the retreating power armor.

Conventional weapons can't do damage, so I brought Albert, a sniper.... But the problem is that it was expected that there might be tank armament, but I didn't expect the entire base to be activated.

The 40mm bolt-action sniper grenade slammed into the side of the tank, and as the ammunition rack exploded, Albert smashed three tanks in a row without occupying any high ground, but he himself was also targeted, and fled under the suppression of the rest of the tanks.

"! Ryan, I can't hold on!" Albert's

slightly collapsed voice resounded through the public channel, and the jet thrusters behind him quickly jetted through the various covers.

".... Call for emergency support!" Rand

cursed and called for higher support with his own authority.... In wartime, UHG gives each fighter the right to apply for combat support unconditionally, but senior units can directly apply for more advanced rights.

For example, the Sun Paladin Guard, or some special combat units.

After calling for support, he looked at the incoming tanks, blue light flashed in his eyes, and his figure was like teleporting... No, it really seems like teleportation.

Under Ryan's shocked gaze, Rand's figure flickered on the battlefield like a frameless NPC, and each time it appeared, several distant blood crosses flew left and right at high speed, and then crushed into powder.

But more than that, it was the galloping tanks that suddenly stopped, and the powerful armor that couldn't even be penetrated by bullets was probably flesh and blood inside.

"The team converges, and the command is closed.

Rand took the command back into his hands, and Ryan quickly gave it up, and with his own ability, he was indeed capable of commanding the power armor, but this .... I really don't know the limits of his abilities.

"Can't evacuate, finishing touches are underway outside, once a large number of armed blood crosses pour out, it will inevitably destroy the outside formation, the survivors who hear the sound are coming in a steady stream, they must not be surrounded by blood crosses.

Rand gave the most basic order: he couldn't retreat, he loaded the rifle in his hand and stood at the front of the squad... All incoming bullets are forced to deflect by gravity, and even rockets that fail to deflect will be dodged by the eerie flash.

But it is clear that this ability is not unlimited .... At least in just a few minutes, his sweat soaked through his trench coat, and he was panting even more.

"Don't worry, brothers, there is definitely an intelligent blood cross in this, and the company has always paid attention to this asp.....ect..."

As soon as Rand's voice fell, a voice that was not very obvious, but the voice that made Ryan's eyes widen all of a sudden, he had experienced countless battles in third world countries and heard that nightmarish voice almost instantly....

Battleship.

Blood Cross fucking started the battleship?On

that side of the vast sea, the huge steel beast slowly approached...

In the battle of a third world country, Ryan's job as a mercenary is very simple: kill the mercenaries of the opposing side, after all, the regular army strength of a small country with a population of hundreds of thousands can be described as ridiculous.

Sometimes, however, it may be because the interests of a major power is violated, or it may be for reasons such as "peacekeeping", and once the navy of a major power is dispatched, the battlefield will turn into an outright massacre.

The Navy, above the coastline, is almost invincible.

Destroyer?

"Retreat! Retreat! Evacuate to safety...."

Rand took a deep breath and looked at the approaching metal island and quickly gave the order, although it was to prevent the armed Blood Cross from escaping, but it was also in a situation where there was a battle to be fought.

Ordinary tank formations have no chance of winning against destroyers, not to mention the power armor that is already a little worse in defense, not to mention, when smoke suddenly rises from the rear end of the destroyer, three or four warheads go straight into the sky...

"Fuck missiles! Blood Cross fires missiles! Quickly find cover!".