Chapter 301 The First Reincarnation

"Da da da da, da da da!" Fisher, who has the eyepiece to scan and instruct the target, did not continuously suppress firepower, but fired rhythmically with his arm cannon and shoulder cannon and the heavy machine gun in his hand. .

A 5.56mm bullet with a lead-core killing warhead accurately hits the fluid mimic's body. The shattered core shatters the interior. Then the mimic, which is moving at high speed, is like an out-of-control truck, pulling on the sand. There is a gully.

"My God!" The soldiers following Fisher didn't know what to say. When they got off the plane, they quickly deployed in a frontal vector formation, firing freely with arm and shoulder cannons and missile bays, and they were located at the top of the frontal vector. Fischer in the pointed position took the biggest fire impact, but it has been five minutes since landing to the beginning of the battle. The closest mimic alien has retreated from the first 100 meters to 300 meters. At this point, more mimetics are killed in their early days.

  Because he felt that the enemy was too far away, Fisher finally even chose to push forward, expanding the defensive circle with dozens of soldiers who had just gathered behind him.

  A row of mimics tried to keep from the right side, but Fisher didn't even look at it. The left-shoulder missile pod automatically fired after completing the replenishment, exploding the mimicry to pieces.

"Kaka!" The machine gun that was firing suddenly stopped shooting. The red barrel and the bullet shells all over the floor all showed how fierce the battle was. Fisher raised his right leg and the drum mounted on the side of his thigh bounced automatically. , Then he raised the machine gun and knocked hard, the drum was locked by the machine gun, the chain was jammed by the feeder, and then the machine gun roared again.

When the special forces he led opened up the landing field, the allied forces that were caught flat-footed also made a decisive decision. The transport plane that was hit dropped the soldiers down regardless of the situation. The landing craft and the air bed were covered with lava denser than rain. The regiment rushed to the beach, unloading the ammunition and artillery.

One-fifth of the people died on the plane, and the remaining people were killed by the mimicry swarming before the sea water on their faces was wiped off after arriving on the coast. The artillery used the bayonet method to provide fire support to the front. , The entire beach was in chaos. Soldiers could not find officers, and companies could not find their headquarters. Soldiers marching inland had to lift the wreckage of the plane that fell above their heads, just like a purgatory, the soldiers crying before they died. , Explosions, mimic roars, tortured everyone's hearts and senses.

   "Establish a line of defense, as long as it is not a two-legged one!" Taking advantage of the effort of turning around to supply ammunition, Fisher dragged a major and commanded loudly.

   "Hey, my rank is higher than you, so I should take command!" The American major who had just arrived on the battlefield shouted in disbelief.

"That's all, go on, sir!" Fisher let go of the opponent, and then walked to the logistician who was filling a pile of weapons with ammunition. As a result, he didn't take two steps, and there was a loud noise behind him, and then half of his shoulder was from Fisher. Falling down beside him, there was a **** major rank on it.

   "The command is over to you, Lieutenant Colonel~" Fisher caught another British officer who had witnessed the whole process.

   "I think it's better for you to command, Captain!" The lieutenant colonel picked up a box of bombs, "I'll go ahead and command the battle!"

   "Well, then Cage, where are you?" Fisher took the time to throw out the micro drone, and then searched for the opponent on the battlefield.

  After three laps on the battlefield like a slaughterhouse, Fisher finally found second-class Cage in the extreme corner, and the opponent was being dragged by his sergeant chief company into the crater exploded by the cannonball.

"It means you have to stay in this Shura field for a while!" Fisher sighed, although everything seems to be going well, except for the first wave of attacking forces, which lost about two-thirds of the helicopters and half of the transport ships. , But now the mimic’s long-range firepower has not stopped in the slightest. The fighters and missiles at the rear try to suppress these mimics that can launch long-range firepower. As a result, the opponent has more artillery shells than theirs. The naval gun missiles and heavy air ammunition will explode far away. Over and over again, the fire blazed into the sky, and the beach was comparable to the surface of the moon, but the result was still useless.

   "Even the most elite commando can't hold it. This is not an ordinary mimic alien. It should be a heavy punch!"

  The command headquarters across a strait has become a dog. Except for the French front, the other fronts are all going well, but the question is what about the hundreds of thousands of troops that have been stranded on the beach?

The casualties are increasing every moment, and the warships in the rear are also firing desperately, but there is no use. The frontline troops have been compressed into a dozen landing fields at this moment. There is no connection between the landing fields. The mimicry is launching assaults from all directions. .

  "It must be decided as soon as possible, whether we should reinforce or evacuate!" a staff member suggested.

  "Reinforcements?" Admiral Brig, who was in charge of the commander-in-chief, sighed bitterly.

Are there any reserve soldiers? There must be. After all, hundreds of millions of people have been torn down in Europe. You can grab millions of cannon fodder with a bundle of rope. But the problem is that the output of power armor is only that for equipment, although China and Russia are redundant. Power Armor has piled up like a mountain, and said that if you don’t need money, Europe will send it to you as long as you nod, but the United States does not allow it. Politicians say that in order to maintain the work of our workers in Great America, even the paper used by the coalition to wipe their buttocks must be madeinusa. The US factory only started to expand its production capacity in the last year, and it is too late to produce.

  "Do you want to retreat? After all, some of these soldiers are veterans who have been withdrawn from the European battlefield. If they are gone, the British Isles are in danger~ Kaka (Korean Excellency

  "The problem is how to withdraw? Our helicopters have suffered heavy losses. The enemy is pressing on every step of the way. The navy can't even effectively intercept firepower!" Another staff objected.

  "It must be withdrawn!" Finally, the admiral clapped the board and issued an order to withdraw with great difficulty, as well as a death order for the recruits to be responsible for the break.

   "Fart!" The front troops who received the order were stupid. We bit a piece of ground among the corpses to establish a line of defense. You let us retreat again? Without talking about how to reach the warship through several kilometers of sea, the dead comrades around them can't explain.

"Head, what do we do?" Fisher was also ordered. Tens of thousands of soldiers have built a ring fortification around a seawall, and deployed howitzers and the few remaining tanks. Scheer also ordered a bunch of soldiers to drive in small all-terrain vehicles to collect ammunition from the crashed helicopters. Not to mention the defense line is solid, but it is not a problem to stick to it for a few days. After all, the engineering unit has already begun to dig a second trench on the beach. NS.

"I can't withdraw, it's better to fight!" Fisher looked at the landing field where Cage was located, because the location was relatively remote, and the recruits assembled there were less than a hundred people, and the lives of these people were quickly dying, almost After ten minutes, the landing field will be completely lost.

  "Tell me to order, and all members will mount bayonets and prepare to attack!" After completing the supply of ammunition for the shoulder cannon, Fisher jumped onto an Abrams.

   "Sergeant, start the engine, I need you to be the spearhead of the attack!"

   "Yes!" The captain, who had already lost his tank helmet and had his face blackened by gun exhaust, gave a fanatical military salute.

  "Itisagooddaytodie!" Fisher loaded the gun, and then stood behind the turret, watching the tank surpass the corpse and wreckage, raising the blood-stained red sand and rushing inland.

  "It is today to go generously to righteousness, brothers, follow me!"

The first to respond to Fisher was his special forces and two Scottish Highland camps that had been maimed. One of his legs was blown out of the bagpipes, struggling to stand up, and then leaning against a damaged armored car, bulging his feet. The cheek blew the bagpipe.

"Toot toot toot..." Melodious bagpipes pierced the entire battlefield with a little bit of vicissitudes of life, and it spread to everyone's ears, followed by the British Army, the ANZAC and the Canadian Marines. , Thousands of soldiers shouted and rushed out of the shelter, crashing into the sand waves like a sea wave. Seeing all the friendly forces rushing forward, the Marine Corps and Army Landing Forces from the United States also surged in blood, and they were all dead, fighting with alien bastards!

   However, just as this wave of Long Live Charge was about to come into contact with the mimic aliens, Fisher suddenly rushed into discomfort for a while, and then the picture in front of him flashed.

  (End of this chapter)