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"piapia! piapia!" Although in my last life I didn't have the habit of touching water lotions, essences or anything else before going to bed, but since I have money in this life, I can't let go of what I should enjoy. After taking the essence, Fisher posted it to himself. A mask, and then lying on his bed, with a flick of his right hand, Preska, who was gnawing on bones in the bedroom, flew out of thin air.

This is Fisher's latest exercise technique, but as it gets easier to lift the 80-pound Presse, Fisher wonders if he can try raising a baby elephant.

While flipping the dog up and down, looking at the philosophy book in his hand, and taking a sip of warm milk and a small biscuit from time to time, it seems that this night is as peaceful as the countless nights before it... It's strange!

As the music of love me again sounded, Fisher's professionally customized mobile phone screen lit up.

"Hey! It's me, what's the matter?"

"Our peacekeeping force in Sokovia was attacked! The two sides are currently exchanging fire!" Cormac's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the specific situation?" Fisher tore off the mask, got up from the bed, and picked up the other phone at hand.

"The other side used tanks and howitzers. They were trapped in a basin codenamed 311. According to Morgan, they can hold on for now, but a truck carrying reporters was hit! More casualties!"

"Full rescue, have the reinforcements set off?"

"At present, four Su-25 attack planes have been dispatched, and three Xi'an transport planes are transporting ammunition, but because the opponent has short-range air defense missiles, the transport planes can only be dropped at high altitudes, which is very inefficient!"

"Have you found out who attacked us?"

"The rebels supported by the CIA should be trying to snatch the supplies transported by the convoy. Shall we talk to Director Lynch?"

"No, tell Bishop, let me go, let me wipe his ass, and tell him not to worry!"

"Yes!"

After hanging up, Fisher picked up another phone, opened the address book, and called the only contact on it.

"Honey, how many ro-ro ships do you have now!"

"What do you want a ro-ro ship for?" Margaret asked in confusion.

"I want to pull some toys, the boys' favorite!"

"For Sokovia?"

"Yes! How did you know?"

"Please, did you just get up from the bed of that beautiful woman and didn't even look at the tubing? A reporter is broadcasting your battle!"

"Thank you so much!"

After confirming the location and number of ro-ro ships owned by Margaret's Max Group in a few words, Fisher directly put Margarita into the system of the Titan Transportation Department and asked her to coordinate the transportation of the reinforcements' heavy weapons. Then he opened the tubing and watched the reporter's live broadcast.

The reporter on the live broadcast was a French girl with a bunch of swimsuit photos on her personal homepage, but Fisher was in no mood at all at the moment. After clicking a subscription, she entered the live broadcast room.

Live screen

A dark red tracer passed over the camera, and then there was a burst of explosions and violent vibrations outside the screen (the background sound was the dull continuous gunshots)

"We are trapped in this basin now, those soldiers, they are bombarding us with artillery!" As the owner of the camera turned the camera, another huge black shadow appeared on the screen, and Fisher could see at a glance that it was his own tank.

There was another dazzling fire, which was the Titan firing, and then a few seconds later, several white traces hit the Titan's turret at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh, my God, their tank was hit!" The owner of the camera was lying on the ground, and the camera in his hand did not forget to take a close-up of the Titan. After being silent for nearly a minute, the Titan roared again. It's just that this time the driver didn't forget to use the mechanical legs converted from the four crawlers to transfer a position with a shot.

"The tank is alright, oh my god, look over your head!"

The picture trembled again, and then a barrage of tracers pulled out, reflecting several remote-controlled drones full of explosives in the darkness.

To be honest, Fisher, who brought the drone boom in the Marvel world, really did not expect that these anti-government armed forces would use explosives on the civilian drones produced by the giant to play as self-destructing small planes.

The infantry fighting vehicles of the armored company also found these uninvited guests. The 30mm gun and 40mm air-explosive grenade launcher on the roof weapon station threw the barrage into the sky like splashing water, and drones were hit and burst into a fireball. , but the number of drones is still too much. These things are controlled by operators several kilometers away to fly up and down, use the maneuvering of ghosts and animals to avoid air defense fire, and then smash to the ground.

The live broadcast screen disappeared instantly, leaving behind the melon eaters who kept asking questions in the live broadcast room. Until someone suddenly hit a rip, and then the live broadcast room was also replaced by a rip.

Fisher closed the live broadcast room, turned around and walked out of the room. A Fighting Falcon gunship flew in the sky not far away, which was here to pick him up to the Washington headquarters.

"How's the situation?" After the gunboat landed slowly, John opened the hatch, pulled Fisher up, and then carried Preskov up.

"It seems that the two sides are already at a standoff!" Fisher took the kettle in the cabin hanging basket. This is John's habit of bringing hot coffee wherever he goes.

"Stalemate, I saw those guys using self-destructing drones!" John, who returned to the driver's seat, launched the gunboat, and the two turbocharged engines drove the fuselage into the sky like an arrow, leaving behind A bunch of neighbors scolding and harassing people because of the noise.

In fact, Fisher was right. After the sneak attack rebels launched a surprise attack in the first 30 minutes and was repelled, the two sides really just squatted in the dug foxholes and fired a few blind shots. In addition, basically all of the Titans' personnel are equipped with armored exoskeletons. Except for being directly hit by large-caliber shells, the damage caused by shock waves and fragments to them is very limited.

In addition, the soil in the basin is soft and it has a reverse slope. The 120mm mortars brought in by the rebels and the m60 tanks they were equipped with bombed for more than half an hour. The only result was that they hit a truck transporting reporters. , 7 people were killed on the spot, 10 or so were blown up, and then the giants countered very quickly. The crawler-running Titan opened the roadbed, switched to walking mode, used the anti-slope as a bunker, and used 150mm tank guns to hit the opposite side. No deal.

As for the 100 or so soldiers of the Giant God Peacekeeping Force, they dispersed around the basin at the moment of the cannon fire. They dug foxholes on the reverse slope with shovels. After completing the single-person bunker, these soldiers did not stop. , and began to dig longitudinal fortifications along the ridge line. Within two hours of being surrounded, they had dug two I-shaped civil works.

Arthur Morgan was holding the revolver sniper rifle in his hand, and the half cat was in the fortification. At this moment, the sky was snowing like goose feathers again, but fortunately, the exoskeletons on their bodies had a constant temperature system, so even if the exoskeletons were already wet, But Arthur Morgan still couldn't feel the slightest discomfort.

"Head, the wounded and the rest of the reporters and the doctors have already been arranged. It's a coincidence that we also brought a doctor this time, otherwise the unlucky ones will have to wait for the transport plane to arrive!" The person who came was Arthur Morgan from The little brother that Texas brought out, John Marston, but everyone called him Hanhan Marston.

"Well, yes, these guys are like gophers now, they can only lie down in the snow nest, I want to see how long they consume energy!" Arthur Morgan opened the mask of his helmet and spit in dissatisfaction. They were all ready to rest in this basin. Arthur Morgan was going to take off his pants and take a good sleep in his command car. As a result, he was shocked by a shell as soon as he got into bed, and Han Han Marston was still at the time. Remind him not to forget to go back to the base for three streaking laps.

"What do the bull noses that fly in the sky say?"

"No more bullets, so we have to wait a while!" Marston smiled.

"What does it mean to be out of play? Come, come, Marston, explain to me what it means to be out of play!" Arthur Morgan hammered the ground angrily.

"They are the first batch of stationed in, it is a routine transfer, so they are all empty planes, and the iron bombs just dropped on our heads are also urgently transformed with artillery shells at the rear!"

"I said why the bombs dropped by those guys were 108,000 miles away, and they didn't kill many people just because of the momentum!"

"But it does seem to frighten them, doesn't it?" Marston squatted down, and his helmet slowly raised a small optical lens. Through this lens, he observed the movements in the forest several kilometers away from the basin. In this open space from the forest to the basin, there are dozens of corpses and seven or eight vehicles that are still burning.

Perhaps the battle with the government forces gave these anti-government armed guerrillas the courage. After a hasty preparation for artillery fire, hundreds of light infantrymen swaggered directly into a semi-circle under the cover of tanks and pickup trucks. But what they didn't expect was that, instead of surrendering, the giant god's peacekeeping force shouted to them and asked them to leave.

Annoyed rebel commanders followed the method taught by American instructors and immediately ordered their subordinates to attack, but they ignored whether it was in the snow or at night.

The giant peacekeepers, each equipped with two thermal imaging night vision goggles, resolutely opened fire after firing a warning to no avail. They fell to the ground like a target at a distance of more than 1,000 meters.

The anti-government soldiers could only look at the light of the fire in the distance and beat a few random shots. Although the water-splashing shooting was refreshing, the result was terrible, and the m60 they were equipped with achieved several victories, roaring. The 105mm gun blew up several firepower points with grenades, and then the Titan tank, which stuck its head out from the side of the hill, sent the m60 head to the sky with an APFSDS.

Then the 150mm programmed grenade was set to air-explode and washed the land for the opponent.

The anti-government armed forces who found that they had eaten meat and iron plates had no choice but to retreat into the forest, relying on the cover of trees to avoid the long-range shooting of the giant gods. As a result, not long after they retreated into the forest, the four giant Su-25 attack planes whistled. Come, drop a series of bombs.

The ultra-low-altitude raiding attack aircraft didn't even give the opponent a chance to open the anti-aircraft missiles. The anti-government armed forces that were bombed wanted to run away like birds and beasts, but the Su-25, which had finished throwing bombs, pulled back and took a cannon to lick it. Bodi, although not many people were killed, but it also severely damaged the morale of the opponent, and scared these defeated soldiers who were going to collapse in the woods to hide in the woods and dare not stand out.

Now the two sides are facing each other across a few kilometers of open space, waiting to see who can break the deadlock. In fact, Arthur did not think about attacking, but he has only a hundred or so people, and now a quarter of them are protecting For the equipment to be transported, a quarter of the people are helping the doctors treat the wounded and tidy up the rubble. There are no more than 50 fighters, but they have to face thousands of enemies. Although the training level of the cannon fodder is uneven, at least they can still shoot. In addition, the CIA, who has lost their minds, has given the opponent a lot of eliminated weapons, such as Stinger missiles, javelins, and those who have just destroyed the Titan reactive armor. m60 tank.

"Sir, there is movement on the opposite side!" a sniper suddenly reminded.

"I saw it!" Arthur closed his eyepieces, and through the zoom function, he saw a figure walking out of the forest holding something.

"What are they going to do?" Hanhan Marston asked curiously.

"Negotiation!" Arthur Morgan had already seen what the other party was holding, which was a shoddy white flag.

"I'm going to see what tricks these guys are up to!" Arthur Morgan disarmed himself, then stepped out from behind the cover and faced the opponent.

"I'm Captain Dag Hammarskjöld!" a heavy French accent introduced himself.

"I'm John Marston, Commander of the Titans Peacekeeping Force!"

After the two stood face to face in a corpse for a few seconds, the rebels spoke first.

"Mr. Marston, we don't want to be enemies with you. We all have our own masters. The current situation is something we don't want to see. I have a proposal..."

"I'd love to hear about it!" Arthur Morgan nodded, then folded his arms. "Interesting, go on!"

"Leave the supplies and equipment you escorted, and I can let you go!" The French seemed to offer a favorable condition that could no longer be favorable.

"I don't think it's enough, so why don't we hand over the gun to you!" Arthur Morgan spread his hands and asked with a smile.

"are you joking?"

"You're joking with me first!" Arthur put away his hippie smile and looked at him seriously, "Captain Hiccup, why don't I make a condition with you, you bring your people to drop weapons and equipment, and How about you protect your butt diapers, so I'll let you live?"

"Wow, it looks like we can't talk about it?" The Frenchman looked a little surprised. "If that's the case, then we can only see the truth on the battlefield!"

"Happy to accompany!"

"Chinese people always like to compromise and compromise. For example, if you say that this room is too dark, you must open a window here, and everyone must not allow it. But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to reconcile, I’m willing to open the window.” If I said I wanted to be a salted fish, you would definitely not agree, but I said I would enter the palace, so you would make me a salted fish