Chapter 179： Crotan's final battle (6)

There is no right or wrong on the road to survival, no good and evil, and no heroes and scumbags. Everyone has a common professional butcher.

Tu Yi is a sin, Tu Wan is a male, slaughtered nine million, that is, male Zhong Xiong.

He doesn't want to be a hero, but...Many times, a person has to make a choice.

In the system space, the list of human combat units, machine gunmen x245, marauders x30, harvesters x20, fire chariot x40, siege tank x40, fire bat x30, nurse mmx30, medical transport aircraft x10, Viking fighter x50 total population 666/1000. "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest

After the battle of the Antarctic Air Force Base and the defensive battle just now, the resource value soared to the terrifying 74260, 41680.

In the face of 200,000 enemy troops, even if Marion had opened all the missile silos at the base, he would never be able to block this round of offensive without using powerful nuclear weapons.

"Go out." In a whisper, Tang Fang added 10 medical transport aircraft, 100 Viking fighters, 40 siege tanks, and 17 widow mines to the production sequence.

When it was small, the number of resources fell back to 47985 and 23755, while Terran units soared to the limit of 1000/1000.

A total of 150 Viking fighters, 80 tanks, 40 Chariots, 17 widow mine heavy firepower units, facing the enemy 5000 armored vehicles, 1200 combat aircraft, 1500 various missiles.

The flames ejected from the tail thruster of the medical transport aircraft illuminated the sky over the entire base at once, and 17 widow mines were dropped 20 km outside the base in advance and entered the activated state.

The 80 siege tanks are divided into four teams, east, west, south and north, with 20 vehicles in each team, lined up in the deep zone between the outer line of defense and the missile base.

Forty fire fighting vehicles were transported onto the medical transport plane. As for a large number of human biochemical forces, they wandered in the fortifications of the forward positions. As a backup firepower.

The Viking fighters in the sky are the focus of Tang's attention. Before the government's ground armored group advances, all kinds of missiles and armed aircraft will surely carry out carpet bombing of the base's defense facilities. There must not be a gap in the line of defense, otherwise, in the face of the encirclement of the armored group, the insurgents will lose sight of the other.

"Go and intercept those armed aircraft." He raised his head and glanced at the faint silver ash coming from Tiannan. Tang Fang issued an attack command to 150 Viking fighters in the sky.

"Woo, woo, woo..." One after another blue blue cut across the sky, and a harsh sound burst through the sky. 150 Viking fighters quickly moved towards the armed aircraft cluster in the southeast in a geese array.

"Old man, the enemy aircraft cluster belongs to me, you can handle those missiles yourself."

"Good." Marion's response came from the communicator.

The missile silos that were originally hidden under the ice around the base were opened. With the violent turbulence of fire and smoke, shore-to-ship missiles, anti-ballistic missiles, electromagnetic pulse missiles, anti-aircraft missiles and a large number of anti-missile mines erupted. The missile launcher array, large and medium-sized missile wells, and missile vehicles roaming around the base spurt out.

The Army missed. Air force first, missiles and missiles, fighters and fighters, who can dominate the sky?

...

Macaulay Hill is an Air Force major and the captain of the Blood Skull Squadron. He is 32 years old this year, just married last year, and suddenly learned that his wife was pregnant a week ago. Well, if it's a boy. He planned to name him Chapman, if it was a girl. That's Wendy.

According to his wife’s plan, he should have gone through the formalities for retiring from the military three months ago, returning home honestly, guarding his wife’s and children’s hot kang, and taking a relaxed job in government functional departments. Half a lifetime.

however. This plan was disrupted by that **** Marion Duncan, that group of village fools, that group of ants, that group of low-level untouchables who are staying true to their lives, are they honestly alive? What kind of dignity is required. free? This is simply nonsense.

This world has always been the weak and the strong, following the purest jungle law. Those who are powerful, rich, capable, and who know how to go to camp should be aloof, enjoy class privileges, enjoy a quality life, and enjoy the fear and jealousy of common people.

Born in such a social background, a lowly man with no power and no power should learn how to be a weak, slave, or even a dog, because only in this way can you live carefree and carefree. Dignity, care about discrimination, care about injustice.

It's like Macaulay, who never expects to be a general, never hopes that his career will go smoothly and enter the upper class. It is enough for him to be mixed.

However, it was all those guys, the **** Marion and his Garcia rebels, which blocked his plan to demobilize.

"Guys, all cheer me up, have a good fight, and send those **** bugs home."

"Yes, boss."

"Don't worry, the ‘widowmakers’ on my two wings are already hungry and thirsty, Jie Jie Jie Jie."

"..."

There was a sneer at the corner of Macaulay's mouth. In the face of the government's total force of more than 200,000, the García rebels had a dead end, and no one could save their lives. The gods came.

"Boss, there is... um... it's an enemy plane, a large number of enemy planes, why the **** radar is not responding?" The communicator suddenly heard a panic cry from the pilot of the fighter plane ahead.

"Huh?" McCauley scanned the radar scanner, but there was no response. Even the early warning machine behind did not issue an alarm: "This... how keneng."

"Each team, change the defensive formation." In the picture returned by the airborne panoramic vision system, the enemy aircraft that can avoid the airborne radar suddenly accelerates, transforms into an attack formation, and quickly rushes toward the vanguard fighter group.

"What a terrifying sudu this is." Macaulay found that his own fighters simply couldn't get a favorable position.

"They rushed over The machines spread out, spread out..." Deputy Captain Frank's roar echoed in the communication band.

"Captain, no, the enemy plane is biting tightly behind my ass, and I can't get rid of him..." The caller was the already hungry and thirsty pilot of the "widowmaker" who just announced the two wings.

"Volka, pull up, pull up, I'll kill him." Frank said.

"I'm pulling, pulling, but his sudu is faster than me, he opened fire...Help, ah..."

"Boom." A flash came from the left wing. A friendly sign on the display screen flashed twice and disappeared. Macaulay was a little panicked. The enemy plane's sudu was too fast, and the fast photoelectric detection system could barely capture it. .

"Jim, he came from the middle, **** it, what did he want...ah." A few kilometers in front of Macaulay, two "skeleton" fighters flying side by side were bombarded by two missiles fired by enemy planes. The garbage, tumbled all the way down and fell.

"Jim! Ally!" Macaulay's heart was sinking, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, cold and dark, with no fingers in sight. (To be continued...) ()