Darkness is Coming

Twenty minutes ago, all the troops stationed in the National Guard station were urgently assembled, and a large number of transport helicopters took off in a chaotic and orderly contradiction. There was no time to mobilize before the battle and repeatedly check weapons and equipment. It was only in the cabin that they roughly understood the situation from the brief descriptions of their respective officers: they were going to Los Angeles to fight!

After the lieutenant and staff sergeant shared the shocking news to the privates, pessimism began to spread in the cabin. The recruits took a deep breath and glanced out the window involuntarily, feeling that a missile would fly at some point. The veterans were much calmer, chatting with each other, cheering for the new recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time, and encouraging them not to be afraid.

   "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath! Rookies, adjust your breathing, you will have a chance to show your training results right away!"

   The lieutenant and staff sergeant worked hard to help the recruits regulate their emotions. If they could not maintain a basic calm, they would kill themselves with their out-of-control after entering the battlefield.

The soldier by the window turned his head and looked out the window. Los Angeles, which was once prosperous and prosperous in the past, is still brightly lit, but this time it is not only the lights of thousands of houses, but also the continuous war. The coastline is full of people fleeing. Thick smoke rises everywhere, and even though it is night, you can still see the horror that cannot be described in words.

   "Sir, I heard that Tokyo has also been attacked and is about to fall? Who is our enemy?"

The questioning of one of the privates raised other people's nervousness, and the Bravo squad commander smiled nonchalantly: "If Tokyo falls, it means that their Ultraman is still sleeping in the M78 Nebula. But Los Angeles will never fall! Because You guys, you American supermen are going to be on the battlefield in no time, no matter the **** aliens or the aliens, or the monsters made by the Chinese or the Russians, you will beat them back home!"

   Funny and humorous jokes can alleviate some negative emotions, but the calmness of the veterans cannot infect everyone. A young soldier was pale, sweaty, and his limbs twitched. His abnormal reaction attracted the attention of the veterans beside him.

"Hey! Joey! Joey Goldman!" The old soldier reached out and pushed him, not sure what was going on, Joey's body had begun to shake violently, and he was shaking as if he was in epilepsy - look The symptoms do resemble epilepsy, but people with epilepsy cannot pass a medical examination and cannot become a member of the National Guard.

  Lieutenant Dave Annable, the commander of the combat team in the cabin, also noticed the situation here. He is over 30 years old. Although his rank is low, he has a lot of combat experience. Lieutenant Dave left his seat, held Joey's shoulder, and after two shouts got no response, the lieutenant turned back and shouted, "Give me a plastic bag...then get me a cloth bag, hell, come and help me. Hold Joey!"

The staff sergeant couldn't find the plastic bag or cloth bag the lieutenant needed on the military transport helicopter, so he could only come over to help hold Joey down. Lieutenant Dave took off his hat, pressed it on Joey's face, and then used Two large furry hands pressed the brim of the military cap and pressed against Joey's face.

The lieutenant kept pressing the military cap hard, not giving Joey a chance to breathe fresh air, but it didn't seem like he wanted to cover his mouth and nose to suffocate him to death. Joey struggled twice, but was held down on his shoulders by the staff sergeant. The veteran next to him shot at the right time and helped hold down Joey's legs to prevent him from kicking the lieutenant.

  A miraculous thing happened, Joey's limbs no longer twitched, and his body slowly returned to normal.

   Seeing this scene, the soldiers widened their eyes in surprise. Seeing the puzzled expressions on their faces, the staff sergeant released Joey's shoulders, sighed with relief, and scolded: "You idiots! Joey just had hyperventilation syndrome! The carbon dioxide concentration in the body decreased due to excessive breathing. , Respiratory alkalosis! In this case, take the materials on the spot and let him inhale the carbon dioxide he exhales, and the first aid can be successful. Hell, have all these important knowledge been returned to the instructor? If you meet civilians with similar symptoms, you will not Know how to first aid, and God will curse you!"

Lieutenant Dave didn't yell like a staff sergeant. He patted Joey Goldman on the shoulder and said softly: "It's okay, don't be nervous, you'll be fine, you have first-class equipment, advanced and comprehensive training. , and most importantly, you have us, understand?"

  Joey was in shock, looked at Lieutenant Dave, and nodded gratefully.

   "The most important thing is your mission! Civilians in Los Angeles are being attacked by terror, and the death toll is increasing every second..."

Before the last syllable of the word   increase was uttered, the staff sergeant was stunned. It was not Lieutenant Dave who interrupted him, but a sharp air-breaking sound followed by an explosion.

  咻————

  bang! ! !

  Two simple and monotonous sounds, combined with the corresponding pictures, brought a huge shock to the veteran.

   About 100 meters away, another CH-47 transport helicopter turned into an expanding fireball. The staff sergeant could see clearly that the helicopter that shot down was a flying creature slightly larger than an eagle. Its speed was not too fast, but it was far more flexible than a helicopter. It slammed into the cabin of CH-47. Then it exploded like a flame!

   "Jesus..."

   By the flames of the explosion, the staff sergeant could see that hundreds of the same flying creatures were rushing from the ground towards the flight queue of the transport helicopters!

   "Pull up! Pull up!"

The rear hatch opened, and the heavy machine guns fired at the flying creatures below. Dozens of heavy machine guns that could form a dense fire network on the ground were placed in the air, but they were unable to intercept all the self-exposing flying objects. The blocked sight at night also made the machine gunners. The exact location of the flying creatures could not be seen clearly, one after another flying creatures crossed the barrage, and one transport helicopter after another was hit and exploded.

  Before entering the Los Angeles battlefield, the National Guard and Marine Corps encountered unexpected resistance, and hundreds of self-destructing flying creatures caused huge casualties.

Soldiers have ushered in the most helpless moment in their lives. The fate of their own life and death is no longer determined by themselves. No one can say whether or not the helicopter they are riding will be shot down, and when it will be shot down. Feeling. The sense of helplessness reminded them that they were not superhumans of the United States, but mortals who were incomparably insignificant in the face of a higher level of will.

Joey Goldman tremblingly took out a piece of paper and a gel pen from his jacket pocket and began to write his suicide note. The veteran next to him glanced at Joey and sneered: "Boy Joey, if Bad luck, when the helicopter explodes or crashes, your suicide note will only follow you to see God and no one else will see it."

   "Oh, you're right, so, I think, before that bad situation happens, let someone see my last words." Joey bit the pen cap and handed the old soldier the stationery in his hand.

  The veteran took the letter, and there was only one sentence on the letter.

After seeing the sentence on the paper through the dim light above his head, the veteran looked up at Joey in amazement. He told Joey with an expression that he couldn't believe that Joey, a rookie who was so nervous that his breath was poisoned, would understand this sentence. Chosen as a testament.

  Joey forced a stiff smile and shouted out the sentence written on the paper.

  The.star-spangled.banner.will.never.fall.

Star Spangled Banner!

   (About whether the mutant can pull up a team in a short period of time, I think it is possible, and the big hands are welcome to discuss actively)