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Due to the backward infrastructure in Sokovia and the heavy snow, the speed of the assembly of the giant security forces was extremely slow, but this was also convenient for Bishop and the others, because it just kept up with the speed of barracks construction, basically building a batch of houses. Arrived in a batch.

And if a large corps attack is launched, it will have to wait until the beginning of next year. Fighting falcon gunboats and light infantry alone cannot cause a devastating blow to the rebels. Fisher didn't want another policing war.

However, although there is no offensive preparation, Fisher can't be sloppy in terms of defense. The first long-range anti-aircraft missiles that the c17 and c5 transport planes transported over are long-range anti-aircraft missiles. In addition, a large number of md mobile artillery batteries have also been deployed in the cordon. On, this thing has two 20mm rapid-fire guns, which are more powerful against light infantry and helicopters.

The giant's high-profile posture made the rebels terrified, but then the Baron's support gave them a little bit of confidence. Teams of heavily armed soldiers, tanks, self-propelled artillery, and even they saw a huge two-meter-high giant. Armored warriors (refer to Wolfenstein heavy armour) In addition to this, there are more powerful fighters, according to the Baron, this is his first elite troops, followed by second and third batches, but these support also Not for free, the baron took a group of elite troops from them with a number of about 10,000 people on the grounds that they needed labor.

"Mr. Baron, can we attack them now!"

In the base camp of the anti-government armed forces, more than a dozen faction bosses with the rank of generals were fawningly surrounding the baron.

"Who are you attacking?" The baron looked at the map in front of him lightly. There were also a lot of long-term pictures of the giant's defense facilities. This was all from the reconnaissance that he sent his competent men to, but because the giant's drone was scattered too much. Moreover, they also strictly search the civilians who enter the control area. Once they find suspicious equipment, they are ready to go to Africa to mine iron ore. Therefore, the makeup investigators can only lie quietly in the distance and shoot with a telephoto lens.

"Atlas, those mercenaries, we can drive them out of the border!" said one boss proudly.

"Stupid!" The baron's indifferent tone made the old man's mouth a bunch of words stuck in his throat, unable to go down, his face flushed red.

"Atlas' attack will at least wait until the spring of next year. Our current enemy is the government army!" Looking at the suspicious eyes of the people around him, the baron doubted whether his choice was right or wrong. Do these people have no tactical vision at all? Is it right?

"Look, gentlemen! The government-controlled area!" The baron clapped his hands, and two soldiers wrapped in airtight armor pulled away the large map on the wall of the room.

"The government army currently controls 1.45 million people, nearly 60% of the country's territory. They have airports, military factories, a large number of arsenals, and granaries. These are all we are in urgent need. Prickly porcupines, we attack them now, it's like hitting a stone with an egg!"

"Neither can your elite troops?" Someone was puzzled.

"At most a tie!" The baron shook his head regretfully. He hadn't paid much attention to those arms companies before, because he thought that I was the number one in the world of German technology. There are people outside people, there are heavens outside the sky, and the giant gods who draw nourishment from the superpower of the United States even have a tendency to stabilize them. The most important thing is that, unlike their black technology that builds high-rise buildings on the ground, the equipment of the giant gods is almost all. Existing trends in the development of human technology, nuclear fusion, exoskeletons, robots, these technologies can all be turned into civilian use, and continuously draw wealth from the world, and what are their black technologies? The enhanced transformation technology left over from the empire will make the receptors unrecognizable. The exoskeleton armor is still made of ordinary steel, and they have not yet mastered the technology of energy miniaturization. Soldiers have to carry a backpack the size of The energy source, and the robot, they can't build the kind of tactical robot that can cooperate with the police action and have a certain logical thinking ability.

"Ah this!" A group of faction bosses gasped (Liang Pi)

"But they also have fatal weaknesses. Giant God is a company after all, and businessmen seek profit. Attacking us is nothing more than to gain a good reputation for them, so we just need to drag, drag on, and wait until their financial resources can no longer support the moment, we will Won!"

"Bonus!" Only then did the faction bosses understand that if they can afford it, the Giant God can afford it. As long as the Giant God leaves, their target will be the government army again!

"So we are now taking this opportunity to attack the government troops. They will relax their vigilance because of our war with the giant god. Those soldiers are busy squatting in the bunkers to keep warm. As long as we launch a surprise attack, they will be caught off guard! High, the baron is very clever. !" Everyone hurriedly gave a thumbs up and couldn't help but praise.

"Everyone, my troops will tear apart the defense line of the government army, and then it will be your turn to perform. How much territory you can fight depends on your performance!"

"Thank you, Your Excellency!" The faction bosses looked at each other. Now they are not allies, but competitors. When they think of this, the eyes of everyone are wrong.

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Petrenko, a recruit of the 352nd Infantry Division of the government army, had been in the army for less than 6 months and was completely attracted by the recruiter's theory of defending his homeland and the country, but he didn't realize until he went to the battlefield that it seemed All are Sokovians.

After losing interest in the war, he plans to retire after 18 months, and take care of his younger brothers and sisters at home while raising the dozen or so cows, and his squad leader actually thinks the same way until this morning.

While washing his face and brushing his teeth in the trenches, he was suddenly buried in half by the collapsed soil. When his squad leader dug him out of the soil, a wheeled tank shaped like a movie sci-fi prop was already holding an RPG bazooka. The firepower rushed to their position, and the water-pipe-shaped artillery spewed purple plasma beams, and it was easy to beat a t55 tank that their commander regarded as a treasure into scrap metal. The members were burnt to charcoal right in front of his eyes.

"Run! Run!" This is the last sentence his poor squad leader said before being crushed by a wheel after the defense line collapsed. Damn, there is a fiancee like a flower in the squad leader's hometown, how sad it must be what!

However, Petrenko firmly remembered the squad leader's words. He had trained cattle in the mountains since he was a child. He had already set foot on the way home when the tanks chased and killed the fleeing regiment headquarters.

"I still have tobacco for my father when I go home this time. My younger brothers and sisters should like the canned food given out. Plus the salary during this time, it's enough to marry Martha from the next door!" Petrenko, who was so happy, thought so. After walking dozens of kilometers of mountain roads, I returned to the small village in my hometown.

When he reached the intersection of the village, he noticed something was wrong. Two wide wheel marks led directly to his small village surrounded by mountains.

"No no no!" Looking at the increasingly clear imprint, Petrenko's mind went blank, because this wheel imprint was not the truck tractor he was familiar with, or even a tank or armored vehicle!

"No no no!" When Petrenko, who was eagerly running back to the village, entered the village, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The kind and amiable village chief was stripped naked and kneeled on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. The frost on his body indicated that he had frozen to death for a long time. Behind him were the blacksmiths and barefoot doctors in the village. posture, eyes full of unwillingness.

After entering the village, he saw more dead people, men, women, old people, children, corpses stacked on top of each other, eyes with anger, pain, and innocence, a little girl was holding a doll in her hand when she died .

"Aren't we compatriots?" Petrenko couldn't help crying, these people died less than ten hours ago, but he couldn't smell a trace of blood, because the blood had been frozen by low temperature.

When he stumbled back to his home, he found that his father had been bayoneted beside the cattle pen, next to his mother's body, and the cattle at home had disappeared, and what made him collapse was that his young The younger siblings were locked up in the mill and burned alive, and from the ashes, he only found a few broken bones with residual warmth.

"Martha?" When he left his house to see his childhood sweetheart next door, he found that his lover was lying in front of the door, disheveled, with a huge hole in his white back, and the flesh and blood around the wound had been scorched.

The lost Petrenko couldn't hold on any longer. He fled the village like a madman and chased after the tracks of the wheels. He wanted to hear about those people, aren't we compatriots? Why do you treat your compatriots like this!

A day later, a distraught Petrenko caught up with a group of resting armed soldiers leaning against the wheeled tanks he had seen before.

"It's you!" Petrenko yelled and jumped up, but was then knocked to the ground.

"Where did the madman come from? That team didn't clean up again!" A soldier with an oak leaf on his neck stepped on Petrenko's face, his tone full of disdain.

"Why did you kill those civilians, aren't we comrades?" Petrenko, who was stepped on the icy muddy water, tried to resist, but to no avail. The enemy's strength was like a boulder, and he couldn't breathe.

"Compatriots? Hahahaha!" The soldiers seemed to have heard a big joke, and the soldier who stepped on Petrenko loosened his oppression and opened his helmet.

"Compatriots? Sorry, you are not worthy!"

"You?" Petrenko looked at the face. It was the most terrifying face he had ever seen in his life. The muscles were everted, the facial features were twisted, the protruding blue veins were twisting and twisting like earthworms, and the expression was hideous. It's a hundred times more terrifying than the zombies in the movie.

"We? We are gods!" The soldier who opened the helmet smiled and raised the weapon in his hand, aiming at Petrenko.

Uh, apologies to all my friends, because in the next month, my update will be unstable, excluding tomorrow, because today I have arrived at the hotel for the training class, it is a resort in the mountains, it is a closed learning , I have classes every day from 7:00 am to 10:30 pm, and then the day after tomorrow should be the last day to update 3,000 words every day for 30 days. Friends who have invested in this achievement can still get a share, and then my update will be It becomes a maximum of 2,000 words a day, and a minimum of zero words, because I am not full-time, and I am preparing to take the civil service exam after graduation this year, so I am very sorry. Thank you all for your support these days, and I'm sorry for not living up to your expectations.