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Chapter 300 Landing Field

"Trash, get up!"

There were still 24 hours before the landing operation, and Fisher finally saw the unlucky Major Cage among another batch of new soldiers. These dozens of special forces can also help him. Of course, there is also Major Cage, who is being sprayed bloody by a logistics officer. Fisher has already marked him with psychic power, and he will go to the battlefield at that time , the drone will pay attention to him at any time, if there is any problem, boom!Reopen it and you're done!

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

Facing the sergeant who came to pick up his company, Cage begged so hard that he almost didn't want to roll over, and this sergeant who obviously received the order just had the same attitude. No matter what you say, your front line is set!

Cage, who had just arrived, was drilled like a puppet all day long, and he was full of thoughts about leaving the battlefield. He didn't even listen to the training class on operating the power armor. Morning.

"Time is up!"

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

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

"Let's go!" Rita, who was 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 in the sky. The entire base was foggy, but there was still a lot of people talking.

The four-rotor transport aircraft with a unit of thousands is already on standby, with its belly open, allowing the platform below to send teams of soldiers in power armor. Whenever a transport aircraft is filled with soldiers, it will take off immediately. Formation to the English Channel, by the way to make room for the latecomers.

Not only Heathrow Airport, but also the whole of London, and even the east coast of England. The fleet of planes covering the sky and rising up from the ground, nh90, Black Hawk, Chinook, King Stallion, Fisher has seen There are no fewer than twenty types of helicopters, even uh1 Huey.

"The family is all out!" Feeling so emotional, 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 was worried about the pilot's skills. After all, after going to the beach, the mimetic anti-aircraft firepower can be regarded as the level of the Battle of Berlin, even several times more fierce than that.

"This is Cavalier 46, we have completed preparations, please take off!"

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

"Received!" After turning the radio channel, Fisher grabbed the elevator in front of him and slowly exerted force, and then this huge quadrotor transport aircraft 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 team command channel.

"No, I should see you in the dormitory!" Fisher said suddenly without thinking.

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

"No, I'm talking about meeting in the dormitory yesterday morning!" What else could Fisher say, after Cage died, the time would be reset, wouldn't you be in your bed at that time yesterday morning?

Rita, who had lost her mind, sighed, then grabbed the radio and said to a group of subordinates howling, "Then let's talk when we come back!"

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

The wings of steel cover the sky, and the giant warship blocks the ocean. This is Fisher's first thought when he noticed the scene in front of him. From the Italian Alps, to Normandy in France, to Bergen in Norway, the ship The shadows are rolling, and all the naval warships of the whole of Europe, including the Americas and Asia, South Korea, Japan, and Australia gather here.

"My lords! The fate of Europe is here to fight! Please! Prosperous military luck!" The Japanese American commander who was in charge of commanding the landing in the direction of Normandy gave a pre-war speech on the flagship holding his ancestral samurai sword.

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

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

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

"Live to work, die to count!"

After it took 10 minutes to complete the formation over the strait, hundreds of Apache gunships set off first, skimmed the sea at ultra-low altitude, and pounced on the French mainland.

"Call the headquarters, everything on the beach is normal. It's as quiet as a fish pond. I guess our first round of artillery coverage has already dealt with those ugly monsters. The Army only needs to step on the beach to win!" an appa The strange driver looked at the empty beach and said triumphantly.

"Continue to observe, Lancers, the follow-up troops are already..." Before the dispatcher could finish speaking, the Apache driver shouted like a soprano who has been smothered.

"Enemy anti-aircraft fire!"

"Lancers? Lancers?" the dispatcher yelled on the radio, and then he felt the ship shake suddenly.

"In the end what happened?"

"It's an ambush!" A bloodied navy soldier rushed into the room, crying at the top of his lungs.

When the fleet transporting countless soldiers entered the shallow sea area and began to jump up to release troops, 2000 meters behind the beach, countless tentacles suddenly popped out of the sand, and then ejected rows of lava balls the size of basketballs.

The eyepiece worn by Fisher started to alarm immediately, and the dense fireballs were like a wall, hitting straight into the aircraft group that had no time to react due to the jump.

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

"Evade, evade!" Fischer yanked the control lever, directly rolled the transport plane into a barrel, forcibly lowered the altitude, and avoided the first wave of fire wall. Then he made a shallow dive, avoiding the continuous sky Falling metal parts and burning wreckage.

"The ones in the back, if you're not dead, go to the side of the cabin and pull out the machine gun! We're going to do our best!" Fisher manipulated the plane to dodge left and right, all the way down, and at the same time, Fischer took advantage of the situation to place the heat lure on the tail of the plane. The bomb was shot out in one breath, sending a signal to the struggling allies.

And on the beach in the distance, a large number of sand waves are rolling and approaching at a very fast speed. Those are ordinary mimetic miscellaneous soldiers who have been on standby.

"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 in the end he pulled it up abruptly, then flicked the fuselage, and set it up on the ground. The 20mm twin-link cannon on the right hatch began to pour out firepower.

The high-explosive warhead was submerged in the dust, smashing the semi-submerged mimetic moving forward on the beach, and the other special forces were not idle. A non-commissioned officer pressed the explosive bolt, blowing off the armor plate that opened and closed at the bottom, and was hanged. Everyone in the cabin raised their weapons in unison and fired at the mimic jumping up below.

The warheads shattered the mimics one by one, and finally turned into puddles of solidified waste.

"Hold on!" Seeing that the firepower was effective, Fisher controlled the transport plane to spin around in place, creating a fairly safe landing zone among the turbulent mimetic crowd.

"Throw the ammunition down!" After confirming that it was safe within a hundred 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. The high-altitude crash landed on the soft sand.

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

"Pfft!" He ignited the green flare and threw it on the ground, then Fisher loaded all his weapons and strode forward to meet the mimic attack again.

(End of this chapter)