Chapter 300 Landing Field

   "Trash, get up!"

With 24 hours before the landing operation, Fisher finally saw the hapless Major Cage among another group of new soldiers. This week he had a fulfilling life. He brainwashed the big head soldiers every day and came to the battlefield. These dozens of special forces can also help themselves. Of course, there is also Major Cage, who is being sprayed by a logistic officer with blood on his head. Fisher has already marked him with his psionic energy, and he will be on the battlefield. , The drone will pay attention to him at any time, if there is any problem, bang! Reopen and it's over!

  At this moment, the latter was wearing a gray officer's woolen coat without a collar and military rank, with handcuffs on his hands, and a trace of unnatural chill climbed onto Cage's back, making him shiver.

   Facing the sergeant who came to pick up his company, Cage pleaded bitterly, but there was no need to roll around, and this sergeant who was obviously ordered also had an attitude. No matter what you say, your front line is set!

Cage, who had just arrived, was practiced like a puppet for a whole day. He was thinking about leaving the battlefield. He didn't even listen to the training course of operating the power armor. His face was pale, and he was trembling and stunned until the next day. Morning.

"Time is up!"

   Put on your exoskeleton, then put on the helmet with the skull mask, 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 the air mixed with the sound of the impact of the power armor hitting the ground came from the outside.

   "Let's go!" Rita, carrying a machete, took the lead and led the team out.

  At this time, it was only six o'clock in the morning, and there was only a glimmer of light on the horizon, and the entire base was foggy, but there was still a loud voice.

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

Not only Heathrow Airport, but the whole of London, and even the East Coast of England, the same scene, the sky-shielding fleets are rising from the ground, nh90, Black Hawk, Chinook, Stallion King, Fisher has already watched There are no fewer than twenty types of helicopters, even uh1 Huey has.

  "Every family has everything!" With so much emotion, Fisher boarded the transport plane belonging to the special forces, and then sat in the driver's seat carelessly.

  It is reasonable to say that his position should be in the cabin, but he is not worried about the pilot's skills. After all, after going to the beach, the mimic air defense firepower can be regarded as the Berlin campaign level, and even more fierce than that.

  "This is Cavaliers 46. We have completed the preparation and request to take off!"

   "Knight 46, permission to take off, go to formation in airspace a3-4!"

  "Received!" Turning the radio channel, Fisher grabbed the elevator in front of him and slowly applied force, and then the huge quadrotor transporter with a length of more than 20 meters flew off the ground like a leaf.

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

   "No, see you in the dormitory!" Fisher said suddenly, thoughtlessly.

   "What does this mean?" Rita was puzzled. Didn't this soldier treat her as a brother? What is going on in this posture now?

   "No, I was talking about meeting in the dormitory yesterday morning!" What can Fischer say, after Cage died, the time was reset. Wouldn't you be in your bed at that time yesterday morning?

   Thinking crooked Rita sighed, then grabbed the radio and said with the strange cry of a team of subordinates: "Then let's talk about it when we come back!"

  It’s just that Fisher did not hear these words. At this moment, he has switched to the formation channel, controlling the transport plane to fly over the coastline and officially entering the English Channel.

The wings of steel covered the sky, and the giant ship blocked the ocean. This was Fisher's first thought when he noticed the scene in front of him. From the Alps in Italy, to Normandy in France, to Bergen in Norway, the ship The shadow undulates continuously, and all naval warships from all of Europe, including the Americas and Asia, South Korea, Japan, and Australia gather here.

   "Masters! The fate of Europe is at this battle! Come on! Wuyun Masao!" The Japanese-American commander in charge of landing in the direction of Normandy gave a pre-war speech on the flagship holding an ancestral samurai sword.

   "Pop!" Fisher tore off the headset, then opened the side door of the cabin and threw the radio out.

   "Sir, we still have to accept the order!" The trembling co-pilot was stupid.

   "Order? Young man, I will teach you a word today!" Fisher snorted disdainfully.

   "Live and work, die!"

  After ten minutes of completing the formation over the Strait, hundreds of Apache gunships took the lead, skimming the sea at an ultra-low altitude and rushing towards the French mainland.

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

   "Continue to observe, Lancers, the follow-up troops have been..." Before the dispatcher was finished, the Apache driver shouted like a soprano who was snarled by a cow.

   "Enemy air defense firepower!"

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

"In the end what happened?"

   "It's an ambush!" A **** navy rushed into the room, crying hoarsely.

  When the fleet transporting countless soldiers entered the shallow sea area and began to leap up to prepare for the deployment of troops, countless tentacles suddenly popped out of the sand two kilometers behind the beach, and then ejected rows of lava **** the size of basketballs.

  Fisher's eyepieces began to call the police at the first time, and the dense fireballs were like a wall, directly hitting the group of aircraft that could not react because of the jump.

  The first thing that suffered was the Apache fleet. These ultra-high temperature spheres did not explode, they just melted through the aircraft’s armor, and then used their own kinetic energy to collide everything inside into fragments.

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

"Behind, let me go to the side of the cabin without dying, and pull out the machine gun! We are going to do our best!" While manipulating the plane to dodge from left to right, and all the way down, Fisher also took advantage of the heat to place the tail of the plane. He slapped out, sending a signal to the struggling friendly forces.

   On the beach in the distance, a large number of sand waves are rolling and approaching at a rapid speed. Those are ordinary mimicry soldiers who have been on standby. When the long-range troop hit humans by surprise, it is time to charge with a bayonet to solve the remaining remnants.

"Da da da..." The transport aircraft controlled by Fisher seemed to be about to land, and the bottom armor had already rubbed against the beach, but he was finally pulled up abruptly, and then the fuselage was shaken and erected on the ground. The 20mm dual gun on the right hatch started pouring firepower.

The high-explosive warhead was submerged in the sand and dust, fragmenting the mimicry moving forward on the semi-potential beach, while the other special forces were not idle. A non-commissioned officer pressed the explosive bolt to blow up the open and closed armor plate at the bottom, and then was hung up. Everyone in the cabin raised their weapons in unison, and fired at the mimicry that was jumping up below.

The    warhead shattered each of the mimics, and finally turned into a pool of solidified waste.

  "Grasp 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 turbulent mimicry group.

"Throw the ammunition!" After confirming that it is safe within 100 meters, the soldiers in the cabin pushed down the ammunition box on the side, and then pulled the release lock on the left shoulder. They were fixed like bombs, from more than ten meters away. The sky fell on the soft sand.

   "Give it to you!" Fisher transferred the control of the plane to the co-pilot, then got up and got out of the seat and jumped straight off.

   "Puff!" The green flare was lit by him and threw it on the ground. Then Fisher loaded all his weapons, strode forward, and faced the mimicry of another attack.

  (End of this chapter)