Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 68 Brothers to the wall

Because of the backward infrastructure in Sokovia, coupled with heavy snow, the speed of the assembly of the Titan security forces is extremely slow, but this also facilitates Bishop and the others, because it just happened to catch up with the speed of construction of the barracks, basically it is to build a batch of houses. A batch arrived.

  If a large corps attack is to be launched, it must wait for the spring of the coming year. Fighting falcon gunboats and light infantry alone cannot cause a devastating blow to the rebels. Fisher didn't want to fight another security war.

However, although he was not ready for offense, Fisher did not dare to be sloppy in defense. The C17 and C5 transport aircraft were the first to transport long-range air defense missiles. In addition, a large number of md mobile forts were also deployed on the cordon. Above, this thing has two 20mm rapid-fire guns, which are more powerful against light infantry and helicopters.

The titan's fanfare posture made the rebels terrified, but the baron’s support gave them a little bit of confidence. Teams of heavily armed soldier tanks, self-propelled artillery, and even they saw a huge two-meter-high. In addition to the armored fighters (refer to the heavy armor of the German headquarters), there are more powerful fighters. According to the Baron, this is his first batch of elite troops, followed by a second batch of third batches, but these supports are also It was not free. The Baron took away a group of elite troops of about 10,000 people from them on the grounds that they needed labor.

   "Mr. Baron, can we attack them now!"

  In the base camp of the rebels, more than a dozen faction bosses with the rank of general are fawningly surrounding the baron.

"To whom to attack?" The baron lightly looked at the map in front of him. There were many long-term views of the giant's defense facilities on it. These were all sent by his capable men to investigate, but because the giant's drones were too much Many, and they also rigorously search the civilians who enter the controlled area. Once they find suspicious equipment, they are ready to go to Africa to dig iron ore. Therefore, investigators with makeup can only lie in the distance quietly and shoot with a telephoto lens.

   "Atlas, those mercenaries, we can drive them out of the border!" a boss said triumphantly.

   "Stupid!" The baron's faint tone made the boss's mouth a bunch of words to say stuck in his throat, unable to go down, his face flushed.

"At the very least, Atlas' offensive has to wait until the beginning of next year. Our current enemy is the government army!" Looking at the suspicious eyes of the people around, the Baron doubted whether his choice was right or wrong. Do these people have no tactical vision at all. Is it?

   "Look, gentlemen! Government-controlled area!" The baron clapped his hands, and the two soldiers wrapped in sealed armor pulled away the large map on the wall of the room.

"The government forces currently control a population of 1.45 million, nearly 60% of the country. They have airports, military factories, a large number of arsenals, and granaries. These are all things we are in urgent need. Stinging porcupines, we are going to attack them now, it is tantamount to hitting a rock with an egg!"

  "Neither can your elite troops?" Someone puzzled.

"At most a tie!" The Baron shook his head regretfully. He hadn't paid much attention to those arms companies before, because he thought I was number one in the world in German technology, but he didn't realize until recently that he really got to know the Titans. There are people outside, and there are days outside the world. The giants who drew nourishment from the superpower of the United States even have a tendency to stabilize their heads. The most important thing is that they are different from their black technology that raises high buildings on the ground. Almost all of the giants’ equipment is The current development trend of human science and technology, nuclear fusion, exoskeleton, robots, these technologies can be converted to civilian use, continuously drawing wealth from the world, and their black technology? The sequelae of the enhanced transformation technology left over by the empire is that it will change the receptors beyond recognition. The material of the exoskeleton armor is ordinary steel, and they have not yet completed the technology for miniaturization of energy. Soldiers have to carry a backpack the size of They can’t create the kind of tactical robots that can cooperate with police actions and have a certain logical thinking ability.

   "Ah this!" The faction boss took a breath (Liangpi)

"But they also have fatal weaknesses. After all, Titan is a company. Merchants are chasing profits. Attacking us is nothing more than to gain a good reputation for them. Won!"

  "Baron's advice!" The faction bosses came to understand that they can afford it, and the giant can afford it. As long as the giant leaves, their target will be the government army again!

"So we are taking this opportunity to attack the government forces. They will relax their vigilance because of our war with the giant. Those soldiers are busy squatting in the bunker to keep warm. As long as we launch a surprise attack, they will be caught off guard! High, the baron is clever. !" Everyone hurriedly gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but praise them.

   "Everyone, my troops will tear open the government's defenses, and then it will be your turn to perform. How many grounds can be played depends on your performance!"

  "Thank you, your Excellency!" The faction bosses looked at each other. Now they are not allies, but competitors. When they think of this, everyone's eyes are not right.

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Petrenko, a recruit of the 352nd Infantry Division of the government army, had been in the army for less than 6 months because he was totally attracted by the conscripts’ theory of defending the country, but he didn’t realize it until he was on the battlefield. Everyone is from Sokovia.

  He was not interested in the war for a while, he planned to leave the army after 18 months, and went home to take care of his younger brothers and sisters and raise the dozen cows by the way. In fact, his squad leader had the same idea until this morning.

While still washing his face and brushing his teeth in the trenches, he was suddenly half buried in the collapsed soil. When his squad leader dug him out of the soil, a wheeled tank shaped like a movie sci-fi prop was already mounted on an RPG rocket launcher. The firepower rushed to their position. The gun shaped like a water pipe spewed out purple plasma beams. It was easy to beat a T55 tank that their commander regarded as a treasure into scrap metal. The members were burnt to coke right in front of him.

"Run! Run!" This is the last word his poor squad leader said before being crushed into two by the wheel after the defense collapsed. Damn, there is a flowery fiancee in the squad leader's hometown, how sad this is. what!

  However, Peter Lenko firmly remembered the squad leader’s words. He developed a good pair of legs and feet when he was grazing in the mountains since he was a child. When the tanks were chasing and escaping the regiment, he had already set foot on his way home.

"I still have tobacco for my father this time. My younger siblings should like the canned food, plus the salary from this period, enough to marry Martha from the house next door!" That's what Peter Lenko is thinking about. After walking dozens of kilometers of mountain roads, I returned to the small village in my hometown.

  When he walked to the intersection of the village, he found something was wrong. Two wide wheel prints went straight to his small village surrounded by mountains.

   "No, no, no!" Looking at the increasingly clear marks, Peter Lenko's brain was blank, because the wheel marks were not trucks and tractors he knew well, not even tanks and armored vehicles!

   "No, no, no!" When Peter Lenko, who eagerly ran back to the village, entered the village, he was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

The kind and kind village chief was stripped naked and kneeled on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. The frost on his body showed that he had been frozen to death for a long time. Behind him were the blacksmiths and barefoot doctors in the village. They kept the same as the village chief. The posture, the eyes are full of unwillingness.

After entering the village, he saw more dead people, men, women, old people, children, corpses stacked with corpses, eyes were angry, painful, and innocent. When a little girl died, she was still holding a doll in her hand. .

  "Aren't we compatriots?" Peter Lenko couldn't help crying. It took less than ten hours for these people to die, but he could not smell a trace of blood, because the blood had been frozen by the low temperature.

When he stumbled back to his home, he found that his father was bayonet killed by the bullpen, next to his mother's body, and the cattle in the family had disappeared, and what caused him to collapse was his young The younger brother and sister were locked up in the mill and burned alive. He found only a few bones with residual heat from the ashes.

  "Martha?" When he left his home to see the childhood sweetheart next door, he found that his lover was lying disheveled in front of the door, with a huge hole on his white back, and the flesh and blood around the wound had been scorched.

  Desperate Peter Lenko could not hold on anymore. He fled the village madly and chased up along the mark of the wheel. He wanted to hear about those people in person, aren’t we compatriots? Why do you treat your compatriots this way!

  One day later, the desperate Petrenko caught up with a group of armed soldiers who were resting. They leaned against the wheeled tank he had seen before to rest.

   "It's you!" Petrenko roared and rushed up, but then he was knocked to the ground.

   "Where did the lunatic come from? That squad didn't clean it up again!" A soldier with an oak leaf in his collar stepped on Petrenko's face, his tone full of disdain.

   "Why are you killing those civilians, aren't we companions?" Petrenko, who was stepped on the icy muddy water, tried to resist, but to no avail. The enemy's strength was like a boulder, and he couldn't breathe.

  "Compatriots? Hahahahaha!" The soldiers heard a big joke. The soldier who stepped on Petrenko let go of his oppression, and then opened his helmet.

   "Comrades? Sorry, you are not worthy!"

"You?" Peter Lenko looked at that face. It was the scariest face he had ever seen in his life. The muscles were turned outwards, the facial features were twisted, and the raised veins twisted and twisted like earthworms, with a hideous expression. A hundred times more terrifying than the zombies in the movie.

   "We? We are gods!" The soldier who opened the helmet smiled and raised the weapon in his hand and pointed it at Petrenko.

Uh, I apologize to all my friends, because in the next month, my update will be unstable, excluding tomorrow, because I have arrived at the hotel for the training class today. It is a resort in the mountains, and it is a closed study. , Every day from 7:00 in the morning to 10:30 in the evening, there are classes, and then the day after tomorrow should be the last day of 30 days to update 3,000 words every day, this achievement will be divided into friends who have invested, and then my update will be It becomes a maximum of two thousand words a day, and a minimum of zero words. Because I am not full-time, I am preparing to take the civil service examination for graduation this year. So, I am very sorry. If you want to scold you, you can scold you. Thank you everyone for supporting me these days, I'm sorry for letting you down.

  (End of this chapter)