Chapter 805: Jacob's Amazement

Henrietta had said that someone would come to save them, even if they didn't hope for it, they just planned to fight with their lives and with their personality like Melore, like a real man.

At the last moment, the rescue force came, although a bit late, but not late.

The rain of light from the sky hit the rocket launcher of an armored vehicle on the river bank, causing a blinding flash.

The moment the night was dispelled by the light, Jacob saw black shadows falling from the sky. Different from the missiles just now, they were big and small, and they landed on the sandy beach in front of the river bank with pouring light and rain.

Boom, boom, boom...

There was the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, followed by the crackling of iron boots breaking through stones, as well as the sound of dense gunshots and grenades piercing through the air.

Boom, boom...

Flames billowed, lights flickered, and the last Grizzly armored vehicle unleashed a hail of bullets, illuminating a hill of shadows on the river bank.

"That's...power armor? Oh my god! It's like a humanoid tank." Someone in the river exclaimed.

The shadow raised its right hand under the flickering light, its pincers opened to the sides, and a flame shot out from the black hole of the gun, igniting the entire tidal flat, sending the last Grizzly armored vehicle into the fiery hell.

Ping ping pong pong, a series of flames bloomed on the chest of the hill-like shadow, and the bullet came from a guard beside Toby. The fast flickering flames lit his face like a wolf walking outside a campfire.

But at the next moment, those bullets changed their trajectory, bouncing off the hill-like shadow to another narrower figure on the left.

Ping pong pong...

Same sound, same result.

The difference is what happened to the guards.

Jacob saw a ray of light piercing the darkness, illuminating his eyes, facing the flickering fire, and piercing the chest of the guard in Pilgrim-class power armor.

Yes. The figure stabbed, not shot, which meant the light was a knife.

The guard fell silent. Falling slowly to the ground, the assault rifle fell into the stone pile. The muzzle light illuminated the figure. Then, Jacob saw clearly that it was not a knife, but a gun...a big gun with a big drum and a bright bayonet.

The sound of guns and guns around became sparse,

Several armored vehicles fell on the shore not far away, some were still burning, and the flashing searchlights split a beam of light. The rapidly spreading gunpowder smoke is clearly visible on the path of the photo.

There was a smell of blood wafting from the river, with cold steam, cool and uncomfortable.

Jacob stood up from the river, the water-soaked military uniform dripped down the waterlines, and drenched the place where the military boots stepped, to dissipate the smell of gunpowder smoke and apply the coolness of the river water.

He didn't wring out the uncomfortable moisture from his clothes, because the figure that had stabbed the guard to death was walking towards him. The power armor he couldn't name shot two beams of light, falling on his face. It was a bit dazzling, so I couldn't help closing my eyes slightly.

"Jacob?" A deep, steady voice came from behind the Y-shaped mask. Not frivolous.

The two beams of light dimmed and stopped glare, allowing him to see the age-corroded face behind the helmet.

"I am." He nodded, eyeing the veteran and his new armor curiously.

"Let's go, take your people... Tang Fang asked me to pick you up." As he spoke, the veteran walked up to him, raised his gun, and cut off the wet handcuffs with a click.

Jacob looked at the iron ring on his wrist and rubbed his red and swollen skin. Shaking his head helplessly, he thought. Can't he be gentle? To take a step back, even if you are not gentle. Can you be more detailed? What is the meaning of leaving two handcuffs on it, as a longevity bracelet?

Wow, wow...

There was a sound of water behind him, and the rebels who hid in the river when the attack happened came out one after another, and stood beside Jacob.

Some of them were already injured, but after being immersed in the water, their injuries became more serious, and they could only rely on the support of their companions to walk ashore step by step.

The veteran frowned, spit out half of the cigar in his mouth, tilted his head slightly, and said a word in a low voice.

After a short while, there was another sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. With the light on the veteran's chest, Jacob saw two soldiers in white power armor with two mechanical arms protruding from their backs approaching.

"Do you need to classify the wounded?" The voice was clear and clear, like a bird singing in the woodland in the early morning, and a spring breeze blew to this war-torn river beach.

"Stop talking nonsense, help them with emergency treatment, and the detailed treatment will be discussed after boarding the plane."

Jacob once again swept the iron cuffs on his wrists that were broken in two, and shook his head with a wry smile again, thinking to himself, what an incomprehensible person he is.

The two angels of Skrby were not angry because of the indifference of the veterans. They walked up to the wounded, cut off the handcuffs with a laser knife, and then disinfected the wound and regenerated tissue as quickly as possible to ensure that their injuries would not deteriorate.

Instructing two machine gunners to help transfer the wounded to the special operations transport ship after the treatment, the veteran walked to the edge of the river beach, jumped on the shoulder of a heavy hammer security guard, and looked at the location of the missile base.

The ear-piercing alarm bell sounded, and there were lights swinging above the base, presumably it was an armed helicopter that was adjusting its flight attitude and preparing to go to the river bank for reinforcements.

Jacob suddenly thought of Toby, and turned his attention away from the veteran, only to realize that Lieutenant Colonel Toby was not dead. A guy with a blindfold on his left eye was pressing a bayonet on his chest, asking something loudly.

I don't know what the two of them said just now. Toby looked scared and didn't have the slightest military spirit.

He vaguely heard Cyclops asking about the deployment of troops at the military base, and Toby told him in a slightly trembling voice that the garrison had the combat strength of one and a half armored brigades at full strength.

Of course, this is just a pure analysis of combat effectiveness. The function of the garrison corps is to defend the missile base, not to attack the fortifications. As the largest missile launch center in Cabreto, the military base implements fully enclosed management and has modular defense facilities. From the internal underground containment system, the surface anti-nuclear explosion lifting wall, isolation net, to the aviation warhead and quick response team for mobile strikes, to fixed-point anti-aircraft missile launchers, city defense turrets, long-range rail guns, and city siege The outer land defense line, when all these fortifications are in operation. Even if an elite armored division is sent, it is impossible to gnaw on this hard bone.

Life is in the hands of others, Toby dare not show contempt. But anyone with a discerning eye can see that this rescue team alone. There is no possibility of breaching the missile base at all.

Byron didn't show any embarrassment or frustration. Instead, there was a ruthless and eager light in his eyes, which made Toby puzzled, and Jacob was also puzzled.

But in the next second, the aggressive temperament of the pirate leader was interrupted by an action.

He plunged the knife into Lieutenant Colonel Toby's chest, watching the steaming blood gushing out in the night, it was not beautiful. A little scary.

"You... don't keep your word." Toby's delicate face was full of anger, and the blood gushing out of his mouth was also like a tide, so there was a tragic taste.

Under Jacob's horrified gaze, Byron drew out the bayonet, shook off the blood stained on it, and said in a very calm voice, "Do you believe what the pirates say? How stupid."

Toby swallowed his last breath, with a deep unwillingness on his face.

Jacob looked at the veteran who was hammering on the shoulders of the security guard, and then at Byron who was whistling. He shivered and wondered what kind of group of people this was.

The veteran did not leave him much time to express his feelings, or to observe a moment of silence for Lieutenant Colonel Toby. When the armed helicopter left the missile base, it got off the heavy hammer security and greeted Byron. Walk back to the center of the tidal flat.

The gravitational beam used to pick up the wounded fell on the big man, and it rose into the sky at an extremely fast speed. An Angel from Scribe approached from the side, clamped Jacob with one hand, and held the rope with the other, followed Behind the Veteran and Byron, exit the beach and board the Special Ops Transport.

There is no doubt that being held in the arms of a beautiful woman is a beautiful thing. But to be honest, Jacob didn't like this feeling at all. Because separated by the cold iron sheet, he could only feel the hardness. There is no soft touch at all.

Moreover, he is a man, and being caught by a woman like this really hurt his self-esteem.

Fortunately, this encounter did not last long, and they entered a black transport plane parked in the sky. When the cabin door closed, Byron took off his helmet, pressed the call button on the bulkhead video camera, and said to the two pilots: "The mission is completed, you can go."

Jacob blinked and asked subconsciously, "Going?"

Byron turned back and glared at him: "Could it be that you want to live here?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I mean... what about the missile base?"

Mr. Pirate was trying so hard to pry Lieutenant Colonel Toby's mouth open, and asked about the deployment of troops at the missile base. He thought what the veterans and Cyclops were thinking, but he didn't know that it was completely anticlimactic. The driver is out of here.

The veteran hung the gun on the equipment rack at the rear of the cabin, walked to the opposite seat, dropped the safety device, opened a slit in the corner of his mouth on the right side, and exhaled choking smoke: "That's not what we want to do."

Jacob wrung the water off the hem of his clothes vigorously, raised his head, and looked at the guy who couldn't leave his cigarette with suspicious eyes, unable to understand the meaning of this sentence.

It's not their thing to do, it's who's thing to do?

Byron didn't speak. He pressed a few buttons on the control panel of the bulkhead, sat next to the veteran, put down the safety device, and looked at the display on the opposite bulkhead with an entertaining attitude.

Jacob subconsciously glanced behind him, and the expression on his face gradually changed.

The missile base under the low-light camera has become more restless, which is far different from the view from the river bank.

The night is always good at covering up some bad things, such as sin, such as filth...

The transport plane didn't leave this world and go to a safer place as he imagined. What the veteran said was just leaving the river bank, not the continent, so he was able to see what was happening below.

The two armed helicopters rushing to the river bank did not carry out their mission seriously, because they had become a raging fire on the ground, illuminating the nearby fields and illuminating the huge shadows in the sky.

Jacob swallowed, licking his dry lips. A surviving soldier walked out of the medical cabin and handed him a bottle of water and a clean military uniform.

Jacob didn't answer it, because he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment at all, and his eyes were fixed on the monitor.

The soldier felt strange, followed his line of sight, and shivered.

On the plain around the missile base, terrifying creatures that are bigger than main battle tanks and more than 20 meters long are quickly digging through the ground. Diving deep into the soil layer, only the mushroom-shaped back covered with large and small vesicles is exposed.

The soldiers stopped handing water, and forgot to remind the officer to change out the wet clothes. His eyes were fixed on the monitor, watching those vesicles being sprayed to the ground next to him. Then it shattered to pieces, revealing the reptiles the size of half a person inside, and gathered around the missile base into a dense swarm of insects, advancing towards the center.

A giant beast can hatch more than a dozen reptiles, and there are more than 30 giant beasts around the missile base. If you measure it by number, it is more than half a battalion's strength at a time.

The swarm of insects was raging, and the fences where they passed were demolished. Checkpoints were damaged, and patrol vehicles were blown into hedgehogs by bone spurs.

The ear-piercing sirens rang through the night sky, nuclear explosion walls rose one after another on the periphery of the base, and the bunkers behind the isolation zone spewed out flames, and the light of the bullets pierced the night sky, spreading into lines of fire on the plain.

The defensive turret on the city wall turned slowly, the muzzle shook, and a ball of fire spewed out, falling on the ground several kilometers away in a parabolic trajectory, splashing like a waterfall like a rain of gravel.

The gunship that crashed earlier did not deter the garrison. A few more armed helicopters left the missile base and flew into the frontline battlefield at low altitude. One rocket after another was fired toward the black converging place, igniting the horizon.

At the same time, the key facilities inside the missile base slowly sank into the ground, and some surface-to-surface missile launchers were pushed to the surface, and the muzzle was slowly turned, ready to go.

Faced with such a dense firepower coverage, the insect swarm was of course powerless to resist, and more than 300 reptiles died one after another, becoming corpses of insects shrouded in green mist on the battlefield.

The missile base successfully crushed the attack of the swarm.

However, this did not affect Aros and Byron in any way. The veteran was still smoking a low-quality cigar, narrowing his cloudy eyes. Drowsy.

Byron's eye bag changed to his right eye at some point, looking at the screen on the monitor. He muttered softly, "That's what Tang Fang is going to do."

This was the answer to the question that Jacob hadn't said in his heart, but the answer was a bit late. In fact, he didn't need to say it, Jacob also knew who was in command of that battle.

The chill of dawn subsided slowly, and the night also left quietly, and the sky began to pierce the horizon, messing up the darkness covering the sky and the earth, and lighting up the clouds in the east.

When he saw the insect swarm turned into pitch-black corpses under the intensive firepower of the military, Jacob's heart shuddered, but before he could turn around to ask, he suddenly found that many vesicles were bred on the giant beasts lurking around the battlefield. Spew them out once, and a second swarm of bugs swarms toward the missile base.

He understood, finally understood... just because he understood, the expression on his face was wonderful.

The expression on the soldier's face was also very exciting, to the point that Jacob snatched the bottle of mineral water from his hand and gulped it down without showing any change in expression.

Those wonderful things seemed to be solidified on his face, turning into hard stone carvings.

Those things that can use bone spurs to tie armored vehicles into hedgehogs are just one-time consumables.

As for the missile base, in the first confrontation, it could be devastating, in the second confrontation it could be as powerful as a bamboo, and in the third confrontation, it might also be able to make a storm, but in the fourth and fifth times, The sixth time, the seventh time?

How many missiles can the base consume? How much ammo does the turret have to waste? How many rockets can the armed aircraft urge?

That guy named Tang Fang is really cruel... It is conceivable how cruel it is to disintegrate the opponent's resistance by eroding the confidence of the soldiers little by little, and encroaching on the military's territory little by little. .

Physical torture is not terrible, only psychological whipping is painful.

At this moment, a red light fell from the sky, hit the tail of an armed shuttle flying towards the periphery of the battlefield, ignited a flame, and then turned into a rotating steel wreckage, plunged into the fiery mud, and shoveled a A layer of turf, attributed to silence.

This is completely the practice of closing the door and beating dogs, making the people in the missile base blind and deaf, and can only resist the endless swarms of insects outside.

Jacob wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and secretly thanked himself for not getting stuck in it. Otherwise, he would be driven mad by the endless attacks from outside. That Tang Fang was indeed a sinister and ruthless man, just as the outside world rumored. Spicy guy.

The soldier took the brand-new military uniform prepared for him as a towel to wipe his face. It wasn't until he snatched it away that he realized what he had done. He looked at the officer with an embarrassing expression and said aggrievedly, "You have to understand me."

"I understand you, who will understand me?"

Jacob realized that he still underestimated the strength of Captain Tang, no... it was despicable.

Just when he thought that the swarm would use a war of attrition to encroach on the area controlled by the garrison corps bit by bit, a riot broke out in the military base.

Could it be that apart from these people, Henrietta has also deployed other people at the missile base, so as to exert force at critical moments and help external forces break down the defense of the missile base?

As it turned out, he was wrong, and it was not his comrades who caused the riots.

The monitor screen flickered, and the lens switched from the outer battlefield to the field of view of a camera inside the base.

He remembered that it was a small square used for drills and activities in the northern part of the base.

With the entire missile base in a state of war, it became empty and there was no one in sight.

The screen paused for 3-5 seconds, and suddenly, the originally calm screen began to tremble slightly, and the meadow on the square was also shaking, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

ps: Let's see, the battle is pushed faster and you don't think it is detailed. I slow down the pace, work hard and write the last legion-level ground battlefield, let's let the Bucephalus go back. (To be continued.)

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