Chapter 805： Jacob's Marvel

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

At the last moment, the rescue force came. Although it was a bit late, it was not late.

The spilt light and rain in the sky hit the rocket launcher of an armored vehicle on the river bank, erupting a dazzling flash.

With the light dispelling the night, Jacob saw black shadows falling from the sky. Unlike the missiles just now, they were large and small, carrying pouring light rain, falling on the beach in front of the river bank.

Bang, bang, bang...

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the sound of iron boots breaking through stones, and the sound of intense gunfire and grenades breaking through the air.

Boom, boom...

Flames tumbling, lights flickering, and the last grizzly armored car shot a rain of bullets, illuminating a hill-like shadow on the river bank.

"That's... power armor? My God! It's just a humanoid tank." Someone in the river exclaimed.

The shadow raised his right hand under the flickering light, and the pliers opened to both sides, and the black hole ejected a fire, igniting the entire tidal flat, sending the last grizzly armored car into the flame hell.

Ping-pong-pong, a series of lights bloomed on the chest of that hill-like shadow, and the bullet came from a guard beside Toby. The fast flashing flames shone on his face, like a wild wolf walking outside a campfire.

But the next moment, those bullets changed their trajectory and bounced from the hill-like shadow to another narrower figure on the left.

Ping pong...

The same voice, the same result.

What is different is the fate of the guards.

Jacob saw a ray of light piercing the darkness, lighting up his eyes, and facing the flickering light and fire, it pierced the chest of the guard in pilgrim-class power armor.

Yes. That figure used a stabbing instead of shooting, which meant that the light was a knife.

The guard was silent. Slowly fell to the ground, the assault rifle fell into the pile of rocks. The muzzle light illuminates the figure. Then Jacob saw clearly that it was not a knife, but a gun...a very big gun with a big drum and a bright bayonet.

The sound of guns around became sparse, and several armored vehicles fell on the shore not far away, some of them were still burning, and the flashing searchlights split a beam of light. The rapid diffusion of nitrous oxide fumes along the path of the photo is striking.

There is a smell of blood floating from the river, with the water vapor of the cold surface, cool and uncomfortable.

Jacob stood up from the river, and the water-soaked military uniform dripped down the waterline, dripping on the place where the army boots stepped, dissipating the smell of gunpowder smoke, and coating the dampness of the river.

He did not twist the uncomfortable moisture on his clothes, because the figure that stabbed the guard to death was approaching him. The power armor that he couldn't name shot two beams of light on his face. It's a little dazzling, so I can't help closing my eyes slightly.

"Jacob?" A low voice came from behind the y-shaped mask, very calm. Not frivolous.

The two beams of light became dimmed and no longer dazzling, and he was able to see the face that had been eroded by years behind the helmet.

"I am." He nodded, and looked at the veteran and his new armor with curious eyes.

"Let's go, take your person... Tang Fang asked me to pick you up." While speaking, the veteran walked up to him, raised his gun, and cut off the damp handcuffs with a click.

Jacob looked at the iron ring around his wrist, rubbing his reddish skin. He shook his head helplessly and said in his heart. Can't he be gentle? Take a step back, even if you are not gentle. Is it okay to be more careful? What does it mean to leave two handcuffs on it, as a long-life bracelet?

Wow, wow...

There was a sound of water behind him, and the rebels who had hid in the river during the attack walked out one after another and came to stand beside Jacob.

Some of them were already injured, and when they were 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 his cigar, 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 chest of the veteran, Jacob saw two soldiers wearing **** armor and two mechanical arms sticking out from behind.

"Does the wounded need to be classified?" The voice was very crisp, like a bird singing in the woodland in the early morning, blowing a spring breeze for this war-torn river beach.

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

Jacob once again swept the iron handcuffs broken in two on his wrist, smiled bitterly again and shook his head, thinking, what a peculiar person he really is.

The two Angels of SmithKeby were not angry at the indifference of the veterans. They walked to the wounded, first cut off the handcuffs with a laser knife, and then disinfected and regenerated the wound as quickly as possible to ensure that their injuries would not worsen.

The two machine gunmen were ordered to help transfer the wounded to the special operations transport ship after the treatment. The veteran walked to the edge of the river, jumped on the shoulder of a heavy hammer, and looked at the location of the missile base.

The harsh alarm bell rang, and there were lights swaying above the base, thinking it was an armed helicopter that was adjusting its flight posture and preparing to go to the river bank for reinforcement.

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

I don't know what the two people said just now, Toby looked scared and didn't have any military influence.

He vaguely heard the Cyclops ask about the military base's troop allocation, and Toby told him in a slightly trembling voice that the garrison regiment was full of combat strength of a semi-armored brigade.

Of course, this is just a pure analysis of combat effectiveness. The function of the garrison is to defend missile bases, not to attack tough ones. As the largest missile launch center in Cabrreto, the military base implements fully enclosed management and has modular defense facilities. From the internal underground containment system, the surface anti-nuclear explosion-proof lifting walls and isolation nets, to the aviation warheads and rapid response teams used to carry out mobile strikes, to the fixed-point air defense missile launchers, urban defense turrets, long-range rail artillery units, and siege The outer land line of defense, when all these fortifications are put into operation. Even if an elite armored division was sent, it was impossible to gnaw off this hard bone.

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

Byron did not show an expression of embarrassment or frustration. Instead, there was a fierce and eager light shining in his eyes, which puzzled Toby and Jacob.

But the next second, the pirate leader's aggressive temperament was interrupted by an action.

He inserted the knife into Lieutenant Colonel Toby's chest and watched the steaming blood gushing in the night, not beautiful. A little scared.

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

Byron drew his bayonet under Jacob's horrified gaze, shook off the blood stains on it, and said in a very calm voice, "You believe the pirates too? Really stupid."

Toby swallowed his last breath, unwillingness hung from his face.

Jacob looked at the veteran with a heavy hammer to protect his shoulders, and then at Byron who was blowing his whistle, and he shuddered, wondering what kind of group this was.

The veteran did not leave him too much time to express his feelings, or to mourn for Lieutenant Colonel Toby. When the gunship left the missile base, it got off the hammer security and greeted Byron. Walk back to the middle of the tidal flat.

The gravitational beam used to transport the wounded was thrown onto the big man and rose into the sky extremely quickly. A Skoby’s angel approached from the side, holding Jacob with one hand, and holding the rope with the other. Behind the veteran and Byron, leave the beach and board the special operations transport ship.

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

Moreover, he is a man, and being held in this way by a woman really hurts his self-esteem.

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

Jacob blinked and asked subconsciously, "Going?"

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

"No, I didn't mean that. I mean...what about the missile base?"

Mr. Pirate took so hard to pry open Lieutenant Colonel Toby’s mouth and asked about the military layout of the missile base. He originally thought that the veteran and the Cyclops had any thoughts. How did he know that they were all anticlimactic. The first order after coming up was to tell The driver leaves here.

The veteran hung the gun to the equipment rack at the rear of the cabin, walked to the opposite seat, dropped the safety device, opened a seam at the corner of his right mouth, and snorted smoke: "That's not what we are going to do."

Jacob firmly twisted the water on his clothes, raised his head, and looked at the guy with his mouth in doubt with a puzzled look. He couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

Not what they are going to do, who is it?

Byron didn't speak, clicked a few buttons on the bulkhead control panel, sat next to the veteran, and also dropped the safety device, looking at the display on the opposite bulkhead with an entertaining mentality.

Jacob subconsciously glanced behind him, his expression gradually changing.

The missile base under the low-light camera became more restless, far different from what you would get from looking at the riverbank.

The night is always good at covering up some bad things, such as sins, such as dirty...

The transport plane did not leave the world and go to a safer place as he imagined. The veteran said it just left the river bank, not the continent, so he was able to see what was happening below.

The two gunship helicopters rushing to the river bank did not carry out their mission seriously, because they had turned into blazing flames on the ground, illuminating the nearby fields and illuminating the huge shadows in the sky.

Jacob swallowed and licked 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, because he didn't pay attention to his surroundings at all, his eyes were fixed on the monitor.

The soldier was surprised, followed his line of sight, and shivered.

On the plains surrounding the missile base, terrorist creatures larger than the main battle tank and more than 20 meters in length are quickly digging through the ground. Dive into the depths of the soil, only revealing a mushroom-shaped back full of small and large vesicles.

The soldiers stopped handing water, and forgot to remind the officer to change the wet clothes. He stared at the monitor, watching the vesicles sprayed onto the ground nearby. Then it shattered, exposing the half-human reptiles inside, and a dense swarm of insects gathered around the missile base, advancing toward the center.

One giant beast can incubate more than ten reptiles, and there are more than 30 giant beasts around the missile base. If measured by number, it is more than half of the battalion's strength at a time.

The worm tide was raging, and the fence where it passed was demolished. The checkpoint was damaged and the patrol vehicle was blown into a hedgehog by bone spurs.

The harsh sirens sounded across the night sky, and nuclear explosions rose one after another outside the base. The bunker behind the isolation zone spewed out tongues of fire. The light of the bullets cut through the night sky and spread into lines of fire across the plain.

The defensive turret on the city wall slowly turned, 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 gravel rain.

The gunship that crashed earlier did not bluff the garrison. Several more helicopter gunships left the missile base and cut into the frontline battlefield by flying at low altitude. Rockets fired one after another toward the black convergence, 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, slowly turning the muzzle, ready to go.

Facing such intensive firepower coverage, the worms were of course unable to resist. More than 300 reptiles died one after another, becoming corpses of worms on the battlefield.

The missile base successfully smashed the swarm's attack.

However, this did not have any impact on Aros and Byron. The veteran was still smoking a poor-quality cigar, narrowing his muddy eyes. Deep sleepy.

Byron's eye bags changed to his right eye at some point, looking at the picture on the monitor. Muttered softly: "That's what Tang Fang has to do."

This is the answer to the question that Jacobka didn't say in his heart, but it was a bit late. In fact, without him, Jacob knew who was directing the battle.

The chill of dawn slowly faded, the night also quietly left, and the sky began to pierce the horizon, chaosing the darkness that enveloped the world and lighting up the flowing clouds in the east.

When the worm tide turned into pitch-black corpses under the intensive military fire, Jacob's heart was chilled, but before he looked back and asked, he suddenly found that the giant beast lurking outside the battlefield had bred many vesicles. Spray them all at once, turning into a second wave of worms flooding the missile base.

He got it, finally got it...because he got it, the expression on his face was wonderful.

The expression on the soldier's face was also wonderful, so wonderful that Jacob snatched the bottle of mineral water from his hand and gurgled down his stomach without any change in his expression.

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

Those things that can be used to pierce armored vehicles into hedgehogs with bone spurs turned out to be only disposable consumables.

The missile base can be destroyed in the first confrontation, in the second confrontation, it can be as powerful as a bamboo, and perhaps in the third confrontation, it may be able to do so, but for the fourth and fifth times, Sixth, seventh time?

How many missiles can the base consume? How much ammunition can be wasted in the turret? How many rockets can the armed aircraft have?

That guy named Tang Fang is really cruel... It can be a cruel thing to use a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of eroding the confidence of the soldiers, bit by bit to erode the military's territory. .

Physical torture is not terrible, but psychological flogging is painful.

At this moment, a red light fell from the sky and hit the tail wing of an armed shuttle flying to the outskirts of the battlefield. It lit a fire, then turned into a rotating steel wreck, plunged into the fiery mud and shoveled away. Layers of turf return to silence.

This is completely the practice of closing the door and hitting the dog, turning the people at the missile base into the blind and deaf, and can only resist the endless wave of insects outside.

Jacob wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, secretly thanking that he was not trapped inside, otherwise, I was afraid that he would be driven crazy by the endless attacks from the outside. As expected, Tang Fang was as sinister and ruthless as the rumors outside. Spicy guy.

The soldier used the brand-new uniform prepared for him as a face towel. He didn't realize what he had done until he was snatched away. He looked at the officer with a wry expression and said aggrieved: "You have to understand me."

"I understand you, who will understand me?"

Jacob found that he still underestimated the power of Captain Tang, no... it was despicable.

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

Is it possible that apart from these people, Henrietta also arranged other people at the missile base in order to exert force at a critical moment to help external forces break the defense of the missile base?

It turns out that he was wrong, and it was not his comrades who caused the riots.

The display screen flashed, 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 for training and activities in the north area of ​​the base When the entire missile base was in a state of war, it became empty and no one was visible.

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

ps: Look, the battle push is faster and you don't think it is detailed. I slow down, come on and write the last legion-level ground battlefield, let's let the Bucefalos once. (To be continued.)

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