Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 65 You were joking with me first!

"Piapia! piapia!" Although I didn’t have the habit of touching lotion and essence before going to bed in my previous life, since I have money in this life, then the enjoyment can’t be left behind. After taking the essence, Fisher posted it on himself. A mask, and then lying on his bed, with a flick of his right hand, Presco, who was chewing on his bones in the bedroom, flew out of thin air.

  This is Fisher’s latest exercise technique, but as the lifting of 80 kg of Prescal becomes more and more relaxed, Fisher thinks he can try to raise a baby elephant.

   While leaning the dog up and down, while reading the philosophy book in his hand, from time to time, I will have a bite of warm milk and a small biscuit. It seems that this night is as calm as the countless nights before... blame!

  As the music of lovemeagain sounded, the screen of Fisher's own professional customized mobile phone lit up.

   "Hey! It's me, what's the matter?"

   "Our peacekeeping force in Sokovia was attacked! The two sides are currently fighting fiercely!" Cormac's voice came from the other end of the phone.

  "What's the situation?" Fisher tore off the mask, turned over from the bed, and picked up the other phone on his hand.

  "The opponent used tanks and howitzers. They were trapped in a basin code-named 311. According to Morgan, they can hold on at the moment, but a truck carrying reporters was hit! More casualties!"

   "Full rescue, have reinforcements set off?"

  "At present, four Su-25 attack planes have been dispatched, and three Xi'an transport planes are transporting ammunition. However, because the opponent has short-range air defense missiles, the transport planes can only be launched at high altitude, which is very inefficient!"

   "Have you found out who attacked us?"

   "The anti-government forces supported by the CIA are supposed to rob the convoys of supplies. Should we talk to Director Lynch?"

   "No, tell Bishop, give me a break, and if I wipe his butt, tell him not to hesitate!"

"Yes!"

  After hanging up, Fisher picked up another phone, opened the address book, and called the only contact above.

   "My dear, how many ro-ro ships do you have now!"

  "What do you want to roll on?" Margaret asked in confusion.

   "I want to pull some toys, the kind that boys like best!"

  "Is it for Sokovia?"

   "Yes! How did you know?"

  "Come on, you just got up from the bed of that beautiful lady again and didn't look at the oil pipe? A reporter is broadcasting your battle!"

   "Thanks for the gift!"

After confirming the location and number of Ro-Ro ships owned by Margaret’s Max Group in a few words, Fisher directly put Margarita into the system of the Titan Transport Department, and let her be responsible for coordinating the transportation of reinforcements’ heavy weapons. Then he turned on the oil pipe and watched the reporter's live broadcast.

  The reporter of the live broadcast is a French girl. He has a bunch of swimsuit photos on his personal homepage, but Fisher is not thinking about it at the moment. After ordering a subscription, he enters the live broadcast room.

  Live screen

  A dark red tracer flashed across the lens, and then there was a burst of explosion and violent vibration outside the screen (the background sound is dull continuous gunfire)

"We are trapped in this basin now, those soldiers, they are bombarding us with artillery!" As the owner of the camera turned the camera, a huge black shadow appeared on the screen, and Fisher could see that it was his own. tank.

   was another dazzling fire. This was the Titan firing a cannon. After a few seconds, several white trailing lines hit the Titan’s turret at a very fast speed.

"Oh, my God, their tank was hit!" The owner of the camera was lying on the ground, and the camera in his hand did not forget to give the Titan a close-up. After nearly a minute of silence, the Titan roared again. It's just that this time the driver didn't forget to use the mechanical legs converted from four tracks to move a position.

   "The tank is okay, oh my god, look overhead!"

  The picture was shaking again, and then a trailing barrage was pulled out, reflecting several remote-controlled drones full of explosives in the darkness.

  Seriously, Fisher, who led the drone boom in the Marvel universe, really did not expect that these rebels had no idea how to use the civilian drone produced by the Titan with explosives as a small plane to explode.

The infantry fighting vehicle of the armored company also found these uninvited guests. The 30mm gun and 40mm air-burst grenade launcher on the roof weapon station sprayed the barrage into the sky like splashing water, and the drones were hit and burst a ball of fire. , But there are still too many drones. These gadgets were controlled by operators a few kilometers away to fly up and down, using ghost animals to dodge the anti-aircraft fire, and then hit the ground.

  The live broadcast screen disappeared instantly, leaving behind the melon-eating crowd in the live broadcast room with constant question marks. Until someone suddenly hit a rip, and then the live broadcast room was replaced with a rip uniformly.

  Fisher closed the live broadcast room, turned and walked out of the room, and a Fighting Falcon gunboat flew in the sky not far away, which was to pick him up to the Washington headquarters.

   "How's the situation?" After the gunboat slowly landed, John opened the hatch, pulled Fisher up, and carried Presco up.

   "It looks like the two sides are in a stalemate!" Fisher took the kettle in the hanging basket in the cabin. This is John's habit, and he always brings hot coffee wherever he goes.

"Stalemate, but I saw those guys use self-explosive drones!" John returned to the driving position to launch the gunboat, and the two turbocharged engines drove the fuselage up to the sky like off-string arrows, leaving behind. A bunch of neighbors scolded and annoyed the people because of the noise.

In fact, Fisher was right. Except for the attacking rebels who launched a surprise attack thirty minutes ago and was repelled, the two sides really just squatted in the dug foxhole and fired several shots. In addition, basically all personnel of the Titans are equipped with armored exoskeletons. Except for being directly hit by large-caliber artillery shells, the damage caused by shock waves and fragments to them is very limited.

In addition, the soil in the basin is soft and it is a reverse slope. The 120mm mortars brought by the rebels and the m60 tanks they equipped bombed one after another for more than half an hour. The only result was that it hit a truck transporting journalists. , 7 people were killed on the spot, and 10 or so were blown up. Then the Titans countered very quickly. The tracked Titan opened the embankment and switched to walking mode, using a reverse **** as a cover, using a 150mm tank gun to fight the enemy. Not open.

As for the soldiers of the Hundred and Ten Thousands of Peacekeeping Troops, they scattered around the basin as soon as the guns rang. The foxhole was dug on the reverse **** with an engineer shovel. After completing the single-person bunker, these soldiers continued to rest. , And began to dig longitudinal fortifications along the ridgeline. After being surrounded for less than two hours, they had already dug two I-shaped civil works.

Arthur Morgan held the revolver sniper rifle in his hand, and the half-cat was in the fortification. At this moment, there was a heavy snow in the sky again, but fortunately their exoskeleton had a constant temperature system, so even if the exoskeleton was already wet, But Arthur Morgan still couldn't feel the slightest discomfort.

"Head, the wounded, the remaining reporters and the doctors have already arranged it. It's a coincidence that we also brought the doctor this time, otherwise the hapless ones can only wait for the transport plane to come!" The person here is Arthur Morgan from The little brother from Texas, John Marston, but everyone calls him Han Marston.

"Well, yes, these guys are just like gophers. They can only lie in the snow nest. I'm going to see how long they consume energy!" Arthur Morgan opened the mask of his helmet and spit in dissatisfaction. They were all ready to rest in this basin. Arthur Morgan was planning to take off his pants and sleep well in his command car. As a result, he was shocked by a cannonball as soon as he went to bed. Remind him not to forget to go back to the base and run three laps naked.

   "What did the gang of bull noses flying in the sky say?"

   "No more, so we have to wait a while!" Marston laughed.

  "What does it mean to have no bullets? Come on, Marston, you explain to me what it means to have no bullets!" Arthur Morgan hammered the ground angrily.

  "They were the first group to be stationed. They were regular transfers. Therefore, they were all empty planes. The iron bombs that were just dropped on our heads were also urgently modified by the rear shells!"

   "I said why the bombs that those guys dropped were tens of thousands of miles away. Just because of the momentum, not many people were killed!"

"But it does seem to scare them, doesn't it?" Marston squatted, his helmet slowly raised a small optical lens, through this lens, he observed the movement in the forest several kilometers away from the basin. In this clearing from the forest to the basin, dozens of corpses and seven or eight vehicles were still burning.

Perhaps the fighting with the government forces gave these rebel guerrillas courage. After a hasty artillery preparation, hundreds of light infantry directly swaggered into a semicircle under the cover of tanks and pickup trucks. But what they didn't expect was that instead of surrendering, the Titan's peacekeeping force called them to leave.

  The angry rebel commanders immediately ordered their subordinates to attack according to the method taught by the American instructors, but they ignored whether it was in the snow or at night.

  The giant peacekeeping force with two thermal imaging night vision devices per capita fired a shot to warn of no results, and went off the fire. They fell to the ground like a target at a distance of more than 1,000 meters.

The anti-government soldiers can only look at the light in the distance and beat them up. Although the water-splashing shooting is refreshing, the result is horrible, and they have achieved a few victories with the m60 equipped with them, roaring. The 105mm gun used a grenade to blow up several firepower points, and then the Titan tank, which poked its head from the hillside, shot the m60 head into the sky with an APFSDS.

  Then the 150mm programmed grenade was set to air burst and washed the land once for the opponent.

The rebels who realized that they were eating meat and eating iron plates could only choose to retreat into the forest, relying on the cover of trees to avoid the long-range shooting of the giants. As a result, not long after they retreated into the woods, the four giants Su-25 attack planes roared. Coming, dropped a series of bombs.

The ultra-low-altitude raiding attack aircraft did not even give the opponent a chance to open the anti-aircraft missiles. The unneeded rebels that were bombed wanted to run around as birds and beasts. As a result, the Su-25, who had dropped the bomb, pulled back and licked the cannon. Although not many people were killed by the attacking branches and leaves, it also severely affected the morale of the opponent, and scared these defeated soldiers into hiding in the woods.

Now the two sides are facing off in an open space of several kilometers, just waiting to see who can break the deadlock. In fact, Arthur has not thought about attacking, but he has only a hundred or so people under him, and now a quarter of them are protecting. For the equipment to be transported, a quarter of the people are helping the doctors to treat the wounded and sort out the rubble. There are no more than fifty combatants, but they have to face thousands of enemies, which are brought by the rebels. Although the training level of the cannon fodder soldiers is uneven, at least they will still shoot. In addition, the demented CIA also gave the opponent a lot of eliminated munitions, such as Stinger missiles, javelins, and those who just broke the Titan reactive armor. m60 tank.

   "Sir, there is movement on the other side!" a sniper suddenly reminded.

   "I saw it!" Arthur closed his eyepieces and saw a figure holding something out of the forest through the zoom function.

   "What are they going to do?" Han Marston asked curiously.

   "Negotiating!" Arthur Morgan had already seen the gadget in the opponent's hand, it was a crude white flag.

   "I want to see what tricks these guys are playing!" Arthur Morgan took off his weapon, then walked out from behind the bunker and faced each other.

   "I am Captain Dag Hammarskjöld!" a strong French accent introduced himself.

   "I am John Marston, commander of the Titan Peacekeeping Force!"

  The two stood face-to-face in a corpse and were silent for a few seconds. The rebels took the lead to speak.

  "Mr. Marston, we don’t want to be your enemy. We are all in charge. The current situation is something we don’t want to see. I have a proposal..."

  "Want to hear more!" Arthur Morgan nodded, then hugged his arms, "Interesting, go on!"

  "The materials and equipment you escorted, leave these things, and I can let you go!" The French seemed to have offered a preferential condition that could not be further preferential.

   "I don't think it is enough, so how about we hand in the gun to you too!" Arthur Morgan spread out his hand and asked with a smile.

"are you joking?"

"You made a joke with me first!" Arthur put away his hippie smile and looked at each other seriously, "This hiccup captain, it's better to make a condition with you. You take your people to drop their weapons and equipment, and You are protecting the diapers of your butt, so how about I let you make a living?"

   "Wow, then it seems that we can't agree?" The Frenchman looked a little surprised, "In this case, we can only see the truth on the battlefield!"

   "Happy to accompany you!"

"The temperament of Chinese people always like to reconcile and compromise. For example, if you say that this room is too dark, you must open a window here. Everyone must not allow it. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to reconcile. I am willing to open the window." If I say I want to be a salted fish, you will certainly not agree, but I said I want to enter the palace, so you will let me be a salted fish.

  (End of this chapter)