Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 66 WeareAtlas!

Negotiations broke down, ready to attack, ah no, news of preparations for defense soon spread to every corner of the team, and learned that the other party was going to pull all the men in the team to work hard, and the women to be rbq, originally quite a bit The flustered reporters and doctors united instead.

   "I've been in Afghanistan, I can shoot, give me a gun and fight with you!" a war reporter raised his hand and shouted.

   "No, you are the people who record history, the camera pen is your weapon, and our job is to fight with the gun!" Arthur Morgan nodded with satisfaction, the people's support is available! It was not in vain that he changed the opponent's ultimatum.

  The pen shaft is our weapon! A group of reporters started out as if they were initiating. They took out the guy who was eating, connected to the satellite network, and posted the first-hand battles. There were even a few powerful reporters who found the French who gave them an ultimatum. The ins account of the mercenaries, following along the way, found several Western mercenaries who had been hired.

  At this moment, these reporters are incarnations of justice keyboard men. Articles of reports fly out of this snowy basin and fly to all corners of the world.

"Shock! A series of articles such as "A certain big country dispatched military personnel to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries", "The story of the civil war in Sokovia", "The shell is only one meter away from me", etc., almost squeezed the headlines of news websites within an hour. In the entertainment headline homepage and Justin Hammer take over the Stark cover girl side by side.

In this time and space of 2010, European countries have had headaches due to financial austerity issues. The common people marched and rioted from time to time, smashed, smashed, looted and burned. The originally big European countries saw big news that could divert the attention of the common people. .

  So when Fisher arrived in Washington, the news headlines had turned into the French army’s invasion of Socovia and massacre of local residents, and openly attacked the UN material transport team in order to cover up the evidence.

  Even the photo of the hapless Frenchman was turned over and painted with graffiti like genocide and executioner.

  Fisher was also dumbfounded when he heard about this, and he could only feel that these Texans could really come, and then he let Kate continue to help the flames. After all, the bigger the trouble, the better for the giant.

The two armies fought, and the heart is the top priority. In order to blow the morale of the other side, Arthur Morgan sent his men to drop dozens of broadsword mines along the front of the foxhole. These iron boxes with a killing range of close to 100 meters are all improved. The quantity is larger, the charge is also less, once it enters the detonation range, it will cause more casualties.

In addition to burying landmines, Arthur also asked his subordinates to dismantle the remote control weapon stations on several armored vehicles. The range of the grenade launched by these 40mm grenade launchers could cover the entire plain. The most important thing was that Arthur also found that they even carried one. Base number of armor-piercing grenade.

  While Arthur Morgan was preparing to hold on, the other party was not idle.

Because of the support of the father of the funder, the rebels hired a large number of foreign soldiers. In the first wave of offensive, the commander of the rebels, a middle-aged bearded man named Dad, was distressed about the pension, so he didn’t. Let these foreign friends go into battle, but seeing that the value of tens of millions of wealth is only a few kilometers away from him, the old man is anxious and itchy, and Captain Dag told him that if he doesn’t want to fight, he should withdraw as soon as possible. , If you want to fight, hurry up. Dag, who has been in the foreign corps for a few years, knows the style of the giant. At the beginning, they had seen the tribal armed attack on the giant mining team in Africa.

The Su-25 attack aircraft that has just struck is just an appetizer. If it weren’t for the weather and new arrivals, I’m afraid it’s not an iron bomb that fell on them, but Jedham’s joint guided attack ammunition, which the Titan Special Forces like to do. It is to use a transport plane to drop this thing from an altitude of 10,000 meters, and through parachute deployment, Jedham can float a distance of tens of kilometers and then hit the target.

Not to mention that the local tyrant rockets have washed the ground. Dag remembers industry rumors that the Titan has a heavy equipment called Havoc, which is like a flying rocket launcher, which can destroy a city in a single salvo, but He has just heard of it.

  After hesitating again and again, the big old man felt that he still had the strength to touch the opponent, after all, his elite mercenaries had not been dispatched yet.

"Hit!" The big old man studied the map carefully. The Titan's military base is more than 200 kilometers away. The reinforcements will have to run for at least one night. As long as you launch an attack now, wait until the Titan's reinforcements arrive and leave it to them. There is only one corpse.

  "Are you sure you want to fight? Sir?" Captain Dag looked at Dad with a look of embarrassment. He really didn't want to fight, but he had already signed the contract. He had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"Yes, they are less than a hundred. Even if each is one enemy to ten, we have two thousand people. What's more, we still have so many tanks and armored vehicles!" The big old man is full of confidence, and I ride with two thousand people. How to lose face?

   "Okay, I see!" Dag nodded. Although Dad is the boss, the actual command still depends on Captain Dag.

Now that he took the other party’s money, he had to do something. In view of the collapsible morale and rigid tactics of the cannon fodder soldiers, Dag dismantled the hundred or so mercenaries he was carrying and filled them into the cannon fodder formation. Even the tank troops did not put down.

  Not only that, for the night vision goggles and high-precision sights equipped by the Titan peacekeeping forces, Dag specially assigned several mortars to fire flares into the sky non-stop.

   "Ready to fight!" In the snowstorm, three green flare flares rose slowly, Arthur Morgan put on his helmet, jumped into the foxhole, closed his eyes and rested, and waited until the artillery was over.

Because I was still thinking about the supplies, the bombardment of the rebels avoided the basin and only bombarded the outer defensive positions. Although the infantry of the rebels was unbearable, the artillery could still guarantee an effective hit rate. Before the Titan Peacekeeping Most of the civil works excavated by the troops were quickly destroyed.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, amid the creak of falling trees and the roar of diesel engines, more than a dozen tanks lined up and a larger number of armed pickups appeared in the forest, and further behind these vehicles, It was a large swarm of militants gushing out from the river. Under the temptation of a huge reward and the threat of taking a step back and death, these militants, who had only undergone a short time of training, rushed into the basin a few kilometers away with red eyes.

  "No firing is allowed without an order, pay attention to saving ammunition!"

  The sensor on the helmet is just a preliminary estimate of the number of people over a thousand. It really made Arthur Morgan a headache, and the commander of the Titan tank just said that because the previous bombardment used a lot of grenades, don't count on the 150.

  "How long will the reinforcements take?" Seeing the tanks and armed pickups waiting for the infantry from time to time on the opposite side, Arthur was looking forward to a wave of air strikes at this moment, not asking for any effect, as long as the infantry and tanks were separated.

"The base said they had just taken off another batch of Su-25s, but those attack aircraft only had guns and auxiliary fuel tanks! Commander Bishop had already dispatched an assault advance team, and we were still three hours away!" Han Han Marston put down Radio, said with a grin.

   "The auxiliary fuel tank will do too, let them hurry up!"

After entering two kilometers, the grenade launcher on the side of the giant began to roar, and amidst the sound of crazing, a red high-explosive grenade was sent into the sky. After crossing a distance of two kilometers, the grenade launcher began to fall freely. Smashed to the ground, then bursts of flames.

  Amid the wailing of the wounded and the coercion and temptation of the officer, these cannon fodder soldiers ignored the dead comrades around them and the flying shrapnel, and shouted desperately to move on. In less than a minute, they lost hundreds of people.

   "That's it, keep going! Tanks, aim for their firepower! Fire!"

In order to get rid of the few heavy firepower on the Titan's side, the rebels did not hesitate to use human lives as bait. As long as the grenade launcher or anti-tank launcher on the Titan's side fired, then there would be a shell falling on his position within ten seconds. superior.

  After a few rounds of shelling, Arthur's heavy firepower was almost gone. Even the Titan was unable to perform effective firepower strikes due to the opponent's tanks. Although the m60 could not beat the Titan, it would be okay to hit external sensors and electronic equipment, and even the strong armor would continue to fall. In front of the high-explosive bombs, there will also be cracks.

  At this time, the infantry of the rebels was close to a distance of one kilometer.

  "Fire free, fire free! Block them!"

At this moment, the soldiers of the Titan experienced what is called ant killing elephants. A machine gunner has lost four or five empty drums under his feet, and even the barrel of the gun has caught fire and smoke, but the enemy in front of him is still the same. Many, even snipers who had been slow to shoot one by one had to turn the weapons in their hands to fully automatic, because they could hit people with their eyes closed and sweeping.

   Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, and three hundred meters. The wounded continued to fall and were pulled out of the position. After seeing the enemy tank run over the buried broadsword, Arthur immediately ordered the detonation.

  So Dag sitting in the tank only heard a dull explosion, and then the militants in the front row suddenly fell down like an invisible slap, making the comrades behind them instantly bewildered.

   "My legs!" The fallen wounded are finished. Their lower body is already covered with steel balls. If they are not treated, they will soon die of low temperature and excessive blood loss!

"Save people!" Not only the cannon fodder soldiers, but also a small number of mercenaries were scared. Seeing their familiar comrades crying towards their blood-filled arms, they also trembled with iron hearts. .

"Don't save people, keep going!" Dag leaned out of the tank and shot the mercenary who was about to save people. He roared and ordered the others to continue the attack. He had already pushed everything up. If he couldn't win, Then what is waiting for him is a dead end.

  Looking at Zhuangruo crazy, even the commander who ordered the tank to turn the turret back, the remaining people could only pray while charging. After all, the opponent's firepower was already sparse a lot, as long as they crossed that slope, they would win!

Seeing that the gun barrel of the opponent's tank was about to hit his forehead, the air support that Arthur was thinking of finally came. The hot metal stream emitted by the Gsh-301 30mm double-barreled machine gun instantly created a stream in the infantry group. After a short 250 rounds of spare ammunition in the flesh-and-blood isolation belt emptied, these attack aircraft swooped down again and dropped the external auxiliary fuel tank.

  Although the effect was not as good as napalm, the spilled aviation fuel still pulled out a wall of fire. There was even a pilot who threw the fuel tank into the tank cluster and lit three tanks in one breath.

"Ah!" Like the last straw that crushed the camel, the low-altitude raid Su-25 ignored the large-caliber machine gun on the armed pickup, and ignored the trailing stinger. At this moment, the rebels finally collapsed. At this moment, both whites and blacks, officers and soldiers, all dropped their weapons and began to flee. Some people even took off their military uniforms while running, wearing only a dirty cotton jacket and Cotton trousers ran into the forest.

"Marston, the person who asked you to follow me, I'm going to kill the Frenchman alive!" After confirming that the other party was really fleeing, Arthur dropped the revolver sniper rifle that had finished shooting in his hand and picked it up from the side. An engineer shovel jumped out of the trench. He just saw the proud Frenchman, like a rooster, who didn't forget to wear his red beret when he ran.

  The powerful exoskeleton provided Arthur with a steady stream of strength, allowing him to run a distance of one kilometer at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and then took a kick and stepped the French into the mud.

   "Bad son, see if you give me a hard mouth!" Like an eagle catching a chicken, Arthur raised the Frenchman, first spit on the opponent's face, and then pressed him back to the ground.

   "I...surrender...you...you...can't...treat...captive!" The Frenchman with his big teeth knocked out the mud in his mouth, desperately begging for mercy.

"Preferential treatment to your grandmother! Lao Tzu is not a regular army!" Although he wanted to beat him to death with a punch, Arthur managed to endure it. Those who are stained with blood will be thrown into the Sahara for ten years. If you can come back alive, you will be released! Looking at the figure of this French guy, Arthur Morgan didn't think that this guy could carry him there for ten years, and he would have to be buried in the sand after five years of death!

"Damn, I'll take care of you when I go back!" After giving the other party a muddy bath, Morgan's mood recovered, and he gave the other party a few kicks, until Marston came over. Stop.

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  (End of this chapter)