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"Da da da, da da da!" Fisher, who has the eyepiece to scan and indicate the target, did not suppress the fire continuously, but fired rhythmically with his arm and shoulder guns and the heavy machine gun in his hand. .

The 5.56mm bullet with the lead-core lethal warhead hits the fluid mimetic body with precision, the fragmented core smashes the interior, and then the high-speed mimetic is like a runaway truck, pulling on the sand. out a ravine.

"My God!" The soldiers behind Fisher didn't know what to say anymore. As soon as they got off the plane, they quickly deployed in a front arrow formation, and fired freely with their arm and shoulder guns and missile bays, which were located at the top of the front arrow. Fisher, who was in the pointed position, took on the greatest firepower impact, but it had been five minutes since he landed to the start of the battle, and the closest mimetic alien to them had retreated from the first 100 meters to 300 meters. At the same place, more mimics were killed as soon as they started.

Because he felt that the enemy was too far away, Fisher even chose to push forward, expanding the defensive circle with the dozens of soldiers who had just gathered behind him.

A row of Mimics tried to keep them from the right, but Fisher didn't even look at them. The missile pods on the left shoulder fired automatically after replenishing the bombs, blowing the Mimics to pieces.

"Kaka!" The machine gun that was firing suddenly stopped firing. The red barrel and the shells all over the floor showed how fierce the battle just now was. Fisher lifted his right leg and the drum mounted on the side of his thigh automatically bounced. , then he raised the machine gun and slammed it hard, the drum was locked by the machine gun, the chain was stuck by the feeder, and then the machine gun roared again.

When the special forces he led opened up the landing site, the unprepared coalition forces also acted decisively. The hit transport plane threw the soldiers down regardless of the situation. The landing craft and air bed were covered with lava that was denser than raindrops. The regiment washed up on the beach and unloaded the ammunition and artillery.

One-fifth of the people died on the plane, and the rest of them were killed by the swarming mimesis before they reached the coast without even wiping the sea water off their faces. , the whole beach was in chaos, the soldiers could not find the officers, the company could not find the headquarters, and the soldiers advancing inland had to pick up the wreckage of the plane that fell above their heads, just like a purgatory, the cry of the soldiers before they died , explosions, mimetic roars, tormenting everyone's mind and senses.

"Establish a line of defense, as long as you don't kill them all with two legs!" While turning around to supply ammunition, Fisher pulled a major and ordered loudly.

"Hey, my rank is higher than yours, so I should be in command!" The US military major who had just arrived on the battlefield roared in dissatisfaction.

"Okay, come on, sir!" Fisher let go of the other party, and then walked towards the logistics soldier who was loading a pile of weapons. As a result, he didn't take two steps, and there was a loud noise behind him, and then Fisher was half shoulders away from him. Falling down next to him, there is also a bloody major rank on it.

"Then the command is handed over to you, Lieutenant Colonel~" Fisher caught another British officer who witnessed the whole process.

"I think it's better for you to command, captain!" The lieutenant colonel picked up a box of bullets, "I'll go ahead and command the battle!"

"Okay, then Cage, where are you?" Fisher took the time to throw out the miniature drone, and then searched for each other on the battlefield.

After three laps around the slaughterhouse-like battlefield, Fisher finally found Private Cage at the edge of the corner.

"It means I have to stay in this Shura field for a while!" Fisher sighed, although it seems that everything is going well so far, except for the first wave of the attacking force, which lost about two-thirds of the helicopters and half of the transport ships. , but now the long-range firepower of the mimicry has not stopped at all. The fighter jets and missiles in the rear are trying to suppress these mimics that can fire long-range firepower. As a result, the number of the other party is more than their artillery shells, and the naval artillery missiles and heavy bombs will blow up the distance. Over and over again, the fire blazed into the sky, the beach was comparable to the surface of the moon, and it was still useless.

"Even the most elite commandos can't handle it. This is no ordinary mimetic alien, and it should be punched!"

The command headquarters across the strait has become a dog. Except for the French front, other fronts are going well, but the question is what to do with the hundreds of thousands of troops that are currently stranded on the beach?

The casualties are increasing every moment, and the battleships in the rear are also firing desperately, but it is of no use. The front-line troops have been compressed into a dozen or so landing sites at this moment, and there is no connection between the landing sites. Mimics are launching assaults from all directions. .

"We have to decide as soon as possible, whether we should reinforce or evacuate!" a staff officer suggested.

"Reinforcements?" Admiral Brig, who was in charge of the commander-in-chief, sighed bitterly.

Do you have reserve soldiers? There must be. After all, hundreds of millions of people have been pulled down in Europe. You can grab millions of cannon fodder with a bundle of ropes, but the problem is equipment. The output of power armor is only that, although China and Russia have excess The power armor has piled up like a mountain, and they say they don't want money, as long as Europe nods, they will send it to you, but the United States does not allow it. Politicians said that in order to maintain the work of my workers in the United States, even the coalition army's butt-wiping paper must be made in usa , but the U.S. factory has only begun to expand its production capacity in the last year, and it is too late to produce now.

"Then should we retreat? After all, some of these soldiers are veterans who were withdrawn from the European battlefield. If they are gone, the British Isles will be in danger~ Kaka (Korean Your Excellency)"

"The question is how to evacuate? Our helicopters suffered heavy losses, the enemy is pressing step by step, and the navy can't even carry out effective fire blockade!" Another staff member objected.

"Must be withdrawn!" In the end, the admiral made a decision, and with great difficulty, he gave the order to retreat, as well as the mortal order for the recruits to be responsible for the aftermath.

"Retreat!" The troops in the front who received the order were stupid. We bit down on a piece of land in the pile of corpses to establish a defense line, and you asked us to retreat again? Not to mention how to reach the warship through a few kilometers of sea, the fallen comrades around him can't explain it.

"Head, what are we going to do?" Fisher also received orders here. Tens of thousands of soldiers have built a circular fortification around a sea wall, and deployed howitzers and the few remaining tanks. Scheer also ordered a group of soldiers to drive small all-terrain vehicles to collect ammunition from the crashed helicopters in the rain .

"If you can't withdraw, it's better to fight!" Fisher looked at the landing site where Cage was located. Because the location was relatively remote, there were only less than a hundred recruits assembled there, and the lives of these people were also quickly disappearing, almost After ten minutes, the landing field will be completely lost.

"Pass my order, put the bayonet on everyone, and prepare to attack!" Fisher jumped into an Abrams after replenishing the ammunition for the shoulder cannon.

"Sergeant, start the engine, I need you to be the spearhead!"

"Yes!" The commander, who had thrown away his tank helmet and his face was blackened by artillery exhaust, gave a fanatical salute.

"It's a good day to die!" Fisher loaded his gun, and then stood behind the battery, watching the tank pass over the corpses and wreckage, raising blood-stained sand and rushing inland.

"The generosity of righteousness is today, brothers, come with me!"

The first to respond to Fisher were his special forces and two Scottish Highland battalions that had been crippled. One struggled to stand up to the sound of a bagpipe with a broken leg, then leaned against a damaged armoured vehicle, bulging his feet. Cheeks played the bagpipes.

"Dudududududu..." The melodious sound of bagpipes pierced the entire battlefield with a little vicissitudes of life, and passed into everyone's ears, then the British Army, the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps and the Canadian Marine Corps , thousands of soldiers shouted and rushed out of the bunker, crashing into the sand waves like the waves. Seeing all the friendly troops rushing up, the Marine Corps and the Army Landing Force from the United States also surged with blood, and they all died, fighting with alien bastards!

However, just when this wave of Long Live Charge was about to come into contact with the mimetic aliens, Fisher suddenly arrived in discomfort for a while, and then the screen flashed in front of him.