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"Trash, get up!"

There are still 24 hours before the landing operation, and Fisher finally saw the hapless Major Cage in another batch of new soldiers. He had a good week this week. These dozens of special forces can also help themselves. Of course, there is also Major Cage, who is being sprayed with dog blood by a logistics officer. Fisher has marked him with his spiritual energy and will go to the battlefield. , the drone will pay attention to him at any time, if there is any problem, bang! It's all over again!

At this moment, the latter was wearing a gray officer's woolen coat without a collar and rank, and his hands were still cuffed. An unexplained chill climbed up Cage's back, causing him to shiver.

Facing the sergeant who came to pick up his lower company, Cage begged so hard that he almost didn't roll around, and this sergeant who had obviously received an order had the same attitude. No matter what you said, your frontline was set!

Cage, a newcomer, was practiced all day like a puppet, thinking about leaving the battlefield. Morning.

"Time is up!"

After putting on his exoskeleton and the helmet with the skull mask on, Fisher walked to the door and pressed the button.

The thick hangar door opened with a creaking sound, and the roar of the propeller pushing open the air mixed with the collision of the power armor hitting the ground came from outside.

"Let's go!" Rita, who was carrying a machete, took the lead and walked out with the team.

At this time, it was only six o'clock in the morning, and there was only a glimmer of light in the sky. The entire base was foggy, but there was still a lot of people talking.

The quadrotor transport aircraft in units of thousands is already on standby, the belly is opened, and the platform below is allowed to send teams of soldiers in power armor. Whenever a transport aircraft is stuffed with big-headed soldiers, it will take off immediately. Go to the English Channel formation and make room for the latecomers by the way.

Not only Heathrow Airport, but the whole of London, and even the east coast of the United Kingdom is the same scene. The aircraft group that covers the sky is noisy, and nh90, Black Hawk, Chinook, Stallion King, Fisher has seen it. There are no less than twenty types of helicopters, and even the uh1 Huey has them.

"Everything is out of the house!" With such emotion, Fisher boarded the transport plane belonging to the special forces, and then sat in the driver's seat carelessly.

Logically speaking, his position should be in the cabin, but he didn't worry about the pilot's skills. After all, after going to the beach, the mimetic anti-aircraft firepower could be regarded as the level of the Battle of Berlin, even several times more vicious than that.

"This is Knight 46, we have completed the preparations, request to take off!"

"Knight 46, allow takeoff, go to the a3-4 airspace formation!"

"Received!" After turning the radio channel, Fisher grabbed the elevator in front of him and slowly exerted force, and then the huge quadrotor transport plane with a length of more than 20 meters flew off the ground as lightly as a leaf.

"See you on the beach!" Rita, who had not yet taken off on another transport plane, said on the squad command channel.

"No, we should see you in the dormitory!" Fisher said suddenly without a thought.

"What does this mean?" Rita was puzzled. Didn't this big soldier treat her as a brother, so what is he doing now?

"No, I'm talking about meeting in the dormitory yesterday morning!" What else can Fisher say, when Cage dies, the time resets, weren't you in your bed at that time yesterday morning?

The confused Rita sighed, then grabbed the radio and said, "Let's come back and talk about it!"

It's just that Fisher didn't hear this sentence. At this moment, he has switched to the formation channel, and controlled the transport plane to fly over the coastline and officially entered the English Channel.

Wings of steel cover the sky, and giant ships block the ocean. This is Fisher's first thought when he notices the scene in front of him. From the Alps in Italy, to Normandy in France, and then to Bergen in Norway, the ships The shadows rolled up and down, and all the naval warships of the whole of Europe, including the Americas and Asia, South Korea, Japan, and Australia gathered here.

"You gentlemen! The fate of Europe is in this war! Please! Wu Yun is prosperous!" The Japanese American commander in charge of commanding the landing in Normandy gave a pre-war speech on the flagship holding the ancestral samurai sword.

"Crack!" Fisher ripped off his earphones, then opened the side door and threw the radio out.

"Sir, we still have to accept orders!" The shivering co-pilot was dumbfounded.

"Order? Boy, I'll teach you a word today!" Fisher snorted disdainfully.

"Do it alive, or die!"

After completing the formation in ten minutes over the strait, hundreds of Apache helicopters set off first, swept across the sea at ultra-low altitude, and rushed towards the French mainland.

"Call the headquarters, everything is normal on the beach. It's as quiet as a fish pond here. I guess our first round of artillery fire coverage has solved those ugly monsters. The army only needs to step on the beach to win!" An Appa The odd driver looked at the empty beach and said triumphantly.

"Continue to observe, Lancers, the follow-up troops have..." Before the dispatcher could finish speaking, the Apache driver shouted like a soprano with a broken cow.

"Enemy anti-aircraft fire!"

"Lancers? Lancers?" the dispatcher called loudly, clutching the radio, and then he felt the ship shake suddenly.

"In the end what happened?"

"It's an ambush!" A bloody navy soldier burst into the room and cried hoarsely.

When the aircraft group transporting countless soldiers entered the shallow sea area and began to jump up and prepare to release the troops, two thousand meters behind the beach, countless tentacles suddenly popped out of the sand, and then ejected rows of lava balls the size of basketballs.

The goggles that Fisher was wearing began to call the police immediately, and the dense fireballs were like a wall, hitting the aircraft group that was too late to respond because of the jump.

The first to suffer was the Apache fleet. These ultra-high temperature spheres did not explode, but just melted through the armor of the aircraft, and then used their own kinetic energy to collide everything inside into pieces.

"Evasion, avoidance!" Fisher yanked the operating lever and directly rolled the transport plane into a barrel, forcibly lowered the height, and avoided the first wave of fire walls. Then he made a shallow dive, avoiding the sky continuously. Falling metal parts and burning plane wreckage.

"In the back, if you don't die, go to the side of the cabin and pull out the machine gun! We're going to do our best!" While controlling the plane to dodge left and right, Fisher also took advantage of the heat to lure the plane's tail. The bullet shot out in one breath, sending a signal to the struggling friendly forces.

On the beach in the distance, a large number of sand waves were rolling and approaching at high speed. Those were ordinary mimetic soldiers who had been on standby. When the long-range troops caught the humans by surprise, it was time to charge the remaining soldiers with bayonets.

"Da da da..." The transport plane controlled by Fisher seemed to be about to land, and the bottom armor had already rubbed against the beach, but he was pulled up by him in the end, and then the fuselage was thrown, and it was erected on the The 20mm twin guns on the right side hatch began to pour out firepower.

The high-explosive warhead sank into the sand and shattered the mimetic that was advancing in the semi-submerged beach, while the other special forces were not idle. A non-commissioned officer pressed the explosive bolt to blow up the armor plate that opened and closed at the bottom, and was then hung up. Everyone in the cabin raised their weapons in unison and fired at the mimetic jumping up below.

The warheads shattered the mimetic hits one by one, and finally turned into pools of solidified waste.

"Grab it!" Seeing that the firepower was effective, Fisher controlled the transport plane to spin around in place, creating a fairly safe landing zone in the surging mimetic group.

"Throw the ammo!" After confirming that the distance of 100 meters was safe, the soldiers in the cabin pushed down the ammunition box on the side, then pulled the release lock on the left shoulder, and they were fixed like a bomb, from a dozen meters away smashed into the soft sand.

"It's over to you!" Fisher handed over control of the plane to the co-pilot, then got up and left the seat and jumped straight off.

"Pfft!" He ignited the green flare and threw it to the ground. Then Fisher loaded all his weapons, strode forward, and faced the mimesis that struck again.