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Chapter 66 We are Atlas!

Negotiations broke down, ready to attack, ah no, the news of preparing to defend quickly spread to every corner of the team. After learning that the other party wanted to drag all the men in the team to be hard labor and the women to be rbq, I was quite a bit surprised. The flustered reporters and doctors united instead.

"I've been in Afghanistan and I know how to shoot, give me a gun and fight with you!" a war reporter shouted, raising his hand.

"No, you are the ones who record history, cameras and pens are your weapons, and our job is to fight with guns!" Arthur Morgan nodded with satisfaction, the hearts of the people are available!It was not in vain that he changed the other party's ultimatum.

The pen is our weapon!A group of reporters suddenly became enlightened as if they were enlightened. They took out their food, connected to the satellite network, and sent out the first-hand battle situation one after another. Some powerful reporters even found the French who gave them an ultimatum. The ins account of the mercenary, from which I followed the clues and discovered several Western mercenaries who were hired.

At this moment, these reporters turned into keyboard warriors of justice, and reports and articles flew out of this snowy basin to every corner of the world.

"Shock!A series of articles such as a big country sending military personnel to interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, "The story that must be told in Sokovia's civil war", "The shell is only one meter away from me", etc., made the headlines of the news website almost within an hour, and even On the front page of the entertainment headlines, it was neck and neck with Justin Hammer taking over Stark's cover girl.

In this time and space of 2010, European countries have a lot of headaches due to financial austerity. The common people marched and rioted from time to time, smashing, looting and burning. When European countries with big heads saw big news that could divert the attention of the common people, they quickly added fuel to the flames. .

So when Fisher arrived in Washington, the news headlines had turned to the French army invading Sokovia and massacring the local population, and openly attacking the United Nations material convoy to cover up the evidence.

Even the picture of the hapless Frenchman was dug up and scribbled on like genocidalist, executioner.

When Fisher learned about this, he couldn't laugh or cry. He could only feel that these Texans were really capable of doing something, and then he asked Kate to continue to contribute to the flames. After all, the bigger the incident, the better it was for the giant.

The two armies are fighting, and the heart is the first. In order to hit the morale of the opponent, Arthur Morgan sent his men to drop dozens of broadsword landmines along the front of the foxhole. These iron boxes with a killing range of nearly [-] meters are all improved. Steel balls The number is more, the charge is less, and once it enters the detonation range, it will cause more casualties.

In addition to planting landmines, Arthur also asked his men to dismantle the remote control weapon stations on several armored vehicles. The range of grenades fired by these 40mm grenade launchers can cover the entire plain. Most importantly, Arthur also found that they were carrying a Base armor-piercing grenade.

While Arthur Morgan was preparing to stick to it, the opponent was not idle.

Because of the support of the benefactor’s father, the rebels hired a large number of foreign soldiers. During the first wave of attacks, the commander of the rebels, a middle-aged bearded man named Big Daddy, didn’t Let these foreign friends go into battle, but seeing that the wealth worth tens of millions is only a few kilometers away from him, Big Daddy is anxious and itchy. In addition, Captain Dag told him that if he doesn't want to fight, he should withdraw quickly. If you want to fight, hurry up. Dag, who has been in the foreign legion for several years, knows the style of the giant god. They have seen the end of the tribal armed attack on the giant god mining team in Africa.

The Su-25 attack aircraft that just arrived was just an appetizer. If it weren’t for the weather and newcomers, I’m afraid that what fell on their heads would not be iron bombs, but Jedam joint-guided attack ammunition, which is what the Giants special forces like to do most It is to use a transport plane to drop this thing from an altitude of [-] meters. Through the deployment of a parachute, Jedam can float out a distance of tens of kilometers and hit the target.

Not to mention the rocket bombs that can be called local tyrants to wash the ground. Dag remembers rumors in the industry that the Colossus has a heavy equipment called Havoc, which is like a flying rocket launcher, and can destroy a city with a single salvo. He had only heard of it.

After hesitating again and again, Big Daddy felt that he still had the strength to touch the opponent, after all, his elite mercenaries had not yet been dispatched.

"Fight!" Big Daddy studied the map carefully. The Titan's military base is more than 200 kilometers away from here, and the reinforcements will have to run for at least one night. Just a corpse.

"Are you sure you want to fight? Sir?" Captain Dag looked at Big Daddy with a troubled face. He really didn't want to fight, but he had already signed the contract, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

"That's right, there are less than a hundred of them. Even if each of them is one against ten, we have 2000 people, not to mention we still have so many tanks and armored vehicles!" Big Daddy is full of confidence, what about my 2000 population? lose?

"Okay, I understand!" Dag nodded. Although Big Daddy is the boss, the actual command still depends on Captain Dag.

Since he took the other party's money, he had to do something. In view of the morale and rigid tactics of the cannon fodder soldiers, Dag broke up the hundred or so mercenaries he brought and stuffed them into the cannon fodder soldiers. Even the tank units were not put down.

Not only that, for the night vision goggles and high-precision sights equipped by the Titan peacekeeping force, Dag specially separated out several mortars, and fired flares into the sky non-stop.

"Ready to fight!" In the blizzard, three green flares rose slowly. Arthur Morgan put on his helmet, jumped into the foxhole, closed his eyes and rested, and waited until the artillery fire ended.

Because they were still thinking about those materials, the shelling of the anti-government armed forces avoided the basin and only bombarded the outer defensive positions. Although the infantry of the anti-government armed forces was unbearable, the artillery could still guarantee an effective hit rate. Most of the earthworks dug by the troops were quickly destroyed.

As soon as the gunfire stopped, amid the creaking of fallen trees and the roar of diesel engines, more than a dozen tanks and more armed pickups appeared in the forest. Behind these vehicles, It was a large group of militants gushing out from the sky. Under the lure of heavy rewards and the threat of death if one step back, these militants who had only trained for a short time rushed towards the basin a few kilometers away with red eyes.

"Do not fire without an order, pay attention to saving ammunition!"

The sensor on the helmet is only a preliminary estimate of the number of people, and Arthur Morgan has a headache, and the captain of the Titan tank also said that because the previous bombardment used a lot of grenades, don't count on the 150.

"How long will it take for reinforcements?" Seeing the tanks and armed pickups waiting for the infantry on the opposite side from time to time, Arthur is looking forward to a wave of air strikes at this moment. He doesn't want any effect, as long as the infantry and tanks are separated.

"The base said they just took off another batch of Su-25s, but those attack aircraft only have cannons and auxiliary fuel tanks! Chief Bishop has dispatched an advance assault team, and we are still three hours away!" Hanhan Marston put down Radio, said with a wide grin.

"Auxiliary fuel tanks are also fine, tell them to hurry up!"

After entering 2000 meters, the grenade launcher on the Colossus side began to roar. Amidst the sound of sending bombs, one after another, red high-explosive grenades were sent into the sky, and after crossing a distance of 2000 meters, they fell freely to the ground. The ground, and then burst into groups of flames.

Amid the wailing of the wounded and the coercion and lure of the officers, these cannon fodder soldiers ignored the dead comrades around them and the flying shrapnel, and continued to march forward with desperate cries. In less than a minute, they lost hundreds of people.

"That's it, keep going! Tanks, aim for their firepower! Fire!"

In order to kill the few heavy firepower on the Colossus side, the anti-government armed forces did not hesitate to use human lives as bait. As long as the grenade launcher or anti-tank launcher on the Colossus side fired, shells would fall on his position within ten seconds. superior.

After several rounds of shelling, there were not many heavy firepower left in Arthur's hand.Even the Titan was unable to carry out effective firepower strikes due to the targeting of the opponent's tank. Although the m60 could not hit the Titan, it was still no problem to hit the external sensors and electronic equipment, and no matter how strong the armor was, it was constantly falling. In front of high-explosive bombs, there will also be a phenomenon of cracking.

At this time, the infantry of the rebels had approached a distance of 1000 meters.

"Free fire, free fire! Hold 'em back!"

At this moment, the soldiers of the Titans experienced what it means to be killed by ants. A machine gunner had dropped four or five empty ammunition drums at his feet, and even the barrel of the gun was already on fire and smoking, but the enemy in front of him was still the same. Many, even snipers who used to shoot one at a time slowly had to switch their weapons to fully automatic, because they could hit people with their eyes closed.

At 500 meters, 400 meters, and 300 meters, the wounded continued to fall and were pulled out of the position. After seeing the enemy tank running over the buried broadsword, Arthur immediately ordered the detonation.

So Dag, who was sitting in the tank, only heard a dull explosion, and then the militants in the front row suddenly fell down a large piece as if being swept by an invisible palm, making the comrades behind them instantly at a loss.

"My legs!" The fallen wounded are finished, their lower bodies are already covered with steel balls, if they don't get medical treatment, they will soon die of hypothermia and blood loss!

"Hurry up and save people!" Not only the cannon fodder soldiers, but also a small number of mercenaries were frightened. Seeing their familiar comrades wailing towards their blood-stained arms, even their hard-hearted hearts trembled. .

"Don't save people, move on!" Dag leaned out of the tank, shot and killed the mercenary who was about to save people, and shouted to order others to continue to attack. Then what awaits him is a dead end.

Looking at the commander who looked like a madman, and even ordered the tank to turn the turret back, the rest of the people could only charge while praying. After all, the opponent's firepower had been much thinner. As long as they crossed that slope, they could win!

Seeing that the gun barrel of the opponent's tank was about to hit his forehead, the air support that Arthur had been thinking about finally came. The hot metal stream spouted by the Gsh-301 30mm double-barreled machine gun instantly created a stream of fire in the infantry group. In the flesh and blood isolation zone, after a short 250 rounds of ammunition were emptied, these attack planes swooped down again, dropping the external auxiliary fuel tanks.

Although the effect was not as good as that of napalm, the spilled aviation fuel still created a wall of fire. One pilot even threw the fuel tank into the tank cluster, igniting three tanks in one go.

"Ah!" Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the low-altitude raiding Su-25 ignored the large-caliber machine guns on the armed pickups and the stingers that followed, just kept raiding over the battlefield. , The anti-government armed forces finally collapsed. At this moment, regardless of white or black, officers and soldiers, all dropped their weapons and began to run away. Some even took off their military uniforms while running, wearing only a dirty padded jacket and Cotton trousers ran into the forest.

"Marston, tell your people to follow me, I'm going to kill that Frenchman alive!" After confirming that the other party was really fleeing, Arthur dropped the revolver sniper rifle in his hand and picked it up from the side He jumped out of the trench with a sapper shovel, and he just saw that high-footed Frenchman, like a rooster, who didn't forget to wear his red beret when he ran.

The strong exoskeleton provided Arthur with a steady stream of strength, allowing him to run a distance of [-] meters at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and then kicked the Frenchman into the mud.

"Bastard, look at you still talking hard to me!" Like an eagle catching a chick, Arthur picked up the Frenchman, first sprayed his saliva on the other's face, and then pushed him back to the ground.

"I...surrender...surrender...you...can't...treat...captives!" The Frenchman, who had knocked off his big teeth, begged desperately for mercy, without bothering to spit out the mud in his mouth.

"Preferential treatment to your grandmother! I'm not a regular soldier!" Although he really wanted to punch him to death, Arthur still endured it. After all, Fisher had repeatedly mentioned the Titan's captive policy back then. Those with blood in their hands will be thrown to the Sahara for ten years. If you come back alive, you will be released!Looking at the figure of this Frenchman, Arthur Morgan doesn't think that this guy can survive there for ten years, and he will be buried in the sand after five years!

"Damn it, I'll deal with you slowly when I get back!" After taking a muddy bath for the other party, Morgan, who had recovered from his mood, kicked the other party hard again, until Marston came over. stop.

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