The new super cute from Meiman

Chapter 65 You're joking with me first!

"Piapia! Piapia!" Although I didn't have the habit of touching lotion or essence before going to bed in my previous life, 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 on himself A mask, and then lying on his bed, with a flick of his right hand, Presko, who was gnawing on a bone in the bedroom, flew up out of thin air.

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

While bouncing the dog up and down, looking at the philosophy book in his hand, and occasionally having a sip of warm milk and a small biscuit, it seems that this night is as peaceful as the countless nights before... No wonder!

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

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

"Our peacekeeping force in Sokovia has been 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, rolled up from the bed, and picked up another phone at hand.

"The opponent used tanks and howitzers. They were trapped in a basin code-named 311. According to Morgan, they can hold on for now, but one of the trucks transporting journalists was hit! There were many casualties!"

"All-out rescue, have the reinforcements set off yet?"

"Currently, four Su-25 attack planes have been dispatched, and three Xi'an transport planes are transporting ammunition. However, because the opponent has short-range anti-aircraft missiles, the transport planes can only be launched at high altitudes, which is very inefficient!"

"Have you found out who attacked us?"

"The anti-government armed forces supported by the CIA should want to snatch the supplies transported by the convoy. Should we talk to Director Lynch?"

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

"Yes!"

After hanging up the phone, 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 puzzled.

"I want to pull some toys, the kind that boys like best!"

"For Sokovia?"

"Yes! How do you know?"

"Come on, you just got up from that beauty's bed again, don't you even watch YouTube? A reporter is broadcasting your battle live!"

"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 pulled Margaret into the system of the Colossus Transportation Department, and asked her to coordinate the transportation of heavy weapons for the reinforcements. Then he opened the YouTube and watched the reporter's live broadcast.

The reporter who broadcast the live broadcast was a French girl, and her personal homepage had a bunch of swimsuit photos, but Fisher was not in the mood at the moment, and entered the live broadcast room after clicking a subscription.

live screen

A dark red tracer bullet flashed across the camera, and then there was an explosion and violent vibration outside the screen, (the background sound is dull and continuous gunshots)

"We are now trapped in this basin, 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 tell at a glance that it was his side tank.

There was another dazzling flash of light, it was the Titan firing, and a few seconds later, several white trailing lines hit the Titan's turret at an extremely fast speed.

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

"The tank is fine, oh my god, look overhead!"

The screen trembled again, and then a series of tracer barrages were pulled out, reflecting several remote-controlled drones full of explosives in the darkness.

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

The infantry fighting vehicles of the armored company also found these uninvited guests. The 30mm cannon and 40mm air-burst grenade launcher on the roof weapon station sprinkled the barrage into the sky like water, and drones were constantly hit and exploded into fireballs. , but the number of drones is still too much. These things are controlled by operators a few kilometers away to fly up and down, use the maneuvers of ghost animals to avoid anti-aircraft fire, and then smash to the ground.

The live broadcast screen disappeared in an instant, leaving melon-eaters in the live broadcast room constantly waving question marks.Until someone suddenly typed a rip, and then the live broadcast room was uniformly replaced with a rip.

Fisher turned off the live broadcast room, turned and walked out of the room, and a Fighting Falcon gunboat flew in the sky not far away, which was here to pick him up and go to the Washington headquarters.

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

"It seems that the two sides are already at a stalemate!" Fisher took the kettle placed in the cabin hanging basket. This is John's habit, and he will bring hot coffee wherever he goes.

"Stall, I saw that those guys are using self-destruct drones!" John returned to the pilot's seat to launch the gunboat, and the two turbocharged engines drove the fuselage up into the sky like an arrow from the string, leaving behind A bunch of neighbors yelling and yelling at the disturbing neighbors because of the noise.

In fact, what Fisher said was correct. Except for the surprise attack launched by the anti-government armed forces in the first three or ten minutes and was repelled, the two sides really just squatted in the dug foxholes and fired at each other blindly. In addition, basically all the personnel of the Colossus 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.

Coupled with the soft soil in the basin and the reverse slope, the 120mm mortars brought in by the rebels and the M60 tanks equipped by them bombed one after another for more than half an hour. The only result was hitting a truck responsible for transporting journalists. , 7 people were killed on the spot, 10 or so were blown up, and then the Titan counterattacked very quickly. The crawler-tracked Titan drove off the roadbed, switched to walking mode, used the reverse slope as a cover, and used a 150mm tank gun to fight against the enemy on the opposite side. Can't be handed over.

As for the hundreds of Colossus peacekeeping soldiers, they had already spread out around the basin at the moment the guns fired, and dug foxholes on the reverse slope with engineering shovels. After completing the single-person bunker, these soldiers did not stop , and began to dig vertical fortifications along the ridgeline. After being surrounded for less than two hours, they had already dug two I-shaped earthworks.

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

"Head, the wounded, the remaining reporters, and the doctors have already been arranged. It's a coincidence that we brought a doctor this time, otherwise those unlucky ones can only wait for the transport plane to arrive!" The person who came was Arthur Morgan. The little brother brought out of Texas, John Marston, but everyone calls 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 much energy they consume!" Arthur Morgan opened the visor of his helmet, and spit in dissatisfaction. They were all ready to rest in this basin. Arthur Morgan planned to take off his pants and take a good sleep in his command vehicle, but he was shocked by shells as soon as he went to bed, and Hanhan Marston was still Remind him not to forget to run naked three laps back to the base.

"What about those bull-nosed people flying in the sky?"

"It's out of play, so we'll have to wait a little longer!" Marston chuckled.

"What is missing? Come on, come on, Marston, explain to me what is missing!" Arthur Morgan hammered the ground angrily.

"They were the first batch to move in, and it was a routine transfer, so they were all transferred empty-handed. Those iron bombs that were dropped on our heads just now were also urgently modified with shells from the rear!"

"I said why the bombs dropped by those guys were [-] miles away. Just because of the huge momentum, not many people were killed!"

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

Perhaps the battle with the government forces gave these anti-government armed guerrillas courage. After a hasty artillery preparation, hundreds of light infantrymen swaggered over in a semicircle under the cover of tanks and pickup trucks. But what they didn't expect was that instead of surrendering, the Titan's peacekeeping force shouted at them and asked them to leave.

The angry rebel commander immediately ordered his men to attack according to the method taught by the American instructors, but they ignored whether it was in the snow or at night.

The Titan peacekeeping troops with two thermal imaging night vision goggles per capita fired warning shots to no avail, and decisively broke off the fire. It was like shooting targets at a distance of more than 1000 meters, and knocked down these careless rebels to the ground.

The soldiers of the anti-government armed forces could only look at the little fire in the distance and beat them randomly. Although the shooting like splashing water was refreshing, the result was terrible. Only the m60 they were equipped with achieved a few battle results, roaring The 105mm cannon of the Japanese army used grenades to blow up several firepower points, and then the Titan tank poking out its head from the side of the hillside sent the m60's head into the sky with an APFSDS.

Then the 150mm programmed grenade was set to explode in the air and then washed the opponent's ground.

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

The ultra-low-altitude attack aircraft did not even give the opponent a chance to open the anti-aircraft missiles. The rebels who were bombed wanted to run around like birds and beasts, but the Su-25 pulled back after dropping the bomb and licked it with the cannon. Bodi, although he didn't kill many people, it also dealt a heavy blow to the opponent's morale, and frightened these defeated soldiers who were about to collapse, hiding in the woods and not daring to show their heads.

Now the two sides are confronting each other with an open space of several kilometers, waiting to see who can break the deadlock. In fact, it is not that Arthur has not thought of attacking, but he only has a hundred or so people under him, and a quarter of them are protecting now. For the equipment to be transported, a quarter of the people are helping the doctors treat the wounded and tidy up the ruins. There are no more than 60 fighters at full count, 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 lost their minds also gave the opponent a lot of obsolete weapons, such as Stinger missiles, javelins, and those who just broke the Titan reactive armor. m[-] tank.

"Sir, there is movement on the other side!" A sniper reminded suddenly.

"I saw it!" Arthur closed his eyepiece, and through the magnification 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 clearly what the other party was holding, which was a shoddy white flag.

"I want to see what tricks these guys are playing!" Arthur Morgan untied his weapon, then walked out from behind the bunker and faced the opponent.

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

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

After the two stood face to face among the corpses and remained silent for a few seconds, the rebels spoke first.

"Mr. Marston, we don't want to be your enemy. We are each in our own way. The current situation is something we don't want to see. I have a proposal..."

"I would like to hear more about it!" Arthur Morgan nodded, then folded his arms, "Interesting, let's go on!"

"The materials and equipment you escorted, keep these things, and I can let you go!" The French seemed to offer a favorable condition that could not be more favorable.

"I don't think it's enough. In this case, how about we hand over the gun to you!" Arthur Morgan asked with a smile, spreading his hands.

"are you joking?"

"You were joking with me first!" Arthur put away his hippie smile and looked at him seriously, "Captain Hiccup, why don't I make a deal with you, you take your men and drop your weapons and equipment, and You're wearing diapers on your butt so I'll let you live, okay?"

"Wow, it looks like we can't reach an agreement?" The French looked a little surprised, "In this case, we can only see the truth on the battlefield!"

"Happy to accompany!"

　"Chinese people always like to be harmonious and compromise. For example, if you say that the room is too dark and you need to open a window here, everyone will definitely not allow it. But if you propose to tear down the roof, they will come to mediate. I am willing to open the window." If I said I wanted to be a salted fish, you would definitely not agree, but if I said I would enter the palace, then you would let me be a salted fish

　　

　

(End of this chapter)