I'm fighting against the spaceship in Marvel

In northern Canada, the night is as bright as day.

Various cannonballs with dazzling light illuminated the sky clearly.

The black spaceship quickly traveled through the battlefield, and an orange barrier appeared on the outside of the spacecraft, blocking all attacks from Hydra.

On the other hand, Hydra doesn't have such a hard turtle shell. Once it encounters the light flying in the sky, it will die if it touches it, and it will be injured if it touches it.

"All retreat immediately"

Whitehall knew that this must be a back-up plan prepared by SHIELD. When they were about to escape, he slapped Hydra hard.

Faced with this situation, Whitehall had no choice but to fight again and again, and if he continued to fight, his troops would be completely destroyed.

The Hydra troops began to retreat as soon as they received the order, and the steel armors reunited to cut off the rear for the Hydra members inside the fighter plane.

Behind the battlefield, a black battleship tens of meters long was parked quietly in mid-air. Inside the battleship, in the spacious and bright command hall, T'Challa raised his head and quietly looked at the battle scene in the distance.

"Your Highness, the new batch of spaceships are in very stable condition and can fully adapt to surface combat."

"Yeah." T'Challa withdrew his gaze, "How much of the performance of our spaceship has been used in this level of battle?"

"Less than thirty percent."

T'Challa was satisfied with this data.

"Okay, Hydra has begun to retreat. Let our spaceship fire a few more shots and then withdraw. Leave the rest to Fury."

"Yes, Your Highness."

In the battlefield, the black spacecraft that was originally entangled with the Hydra formation suddenly turned into a stream of light and in the blink of an eye formed a square formation facing Hydra in the direction where Hydra had broken out before.

Seeing this, Whitehall quickly turned on the communicator and shouted loudly: "The Iron Legion covers the retreat of the flagship and be careful of their salvos."

Whitehall has no temper at all now. Although he feels a little regretful that he didn't rush out, this emotion has long been buried in great despair.

When the black spaceship appeared for the first time, Whitehall knew that they would not be able to escape. The huge technological gap made all fantasies a fantasy.

The fighter plane on the opposite side has begun to recharge. By monitoring the large screen on the battlefield, Whitehall can clearly see the little bits of blue light emitted by the opponent's unheard-of main gun when it is recharging.

"buzz"

At the same time, hundreds of thick blue rays carrying surging energy rushed towards the retreating Hydra position.

The Iron Legion that stayed behind was instantly enveloped in blue light, and then quickly turned into ashes.

The power of the blue light remained unabated and continued to rush towards the Hydra fighter jet camp.

Thanks to Whitehall's reminder, the Hydra fighters at this moment were somewhat scattered. Although the opponent's salvo of artillery fire shot down many Hydra fighters that were eager to retreat, the scene did not reach the worst level in Whitehall's mind. expected.

Before he could be thankful that he was not hit by the energy cannon, the opponent's second salvo struck again.

Although Whitehall's plane escaped very quickly, it could not be faster than the speed of energy weapons.

And distance seems to be no problem at all for the opponent. Although it has flown far away at this moment, the opponent's salvo can still bombard the place where the aircraft are densest.

Whitehall escaped danger again and directed all the aircraft groups to fly towards the base.

There was no blue light coming from behind again. Whitehall was not sure what the other party was planning. With their weird aircraft, it only took a matter of seconds to catch up with him and continue fighting, but the other party was not like that. He just stood there coldly watching the Hydra go away.

Whitehall's plane hovered over the base for a while. He was very aware of his current situation. He would be trapped in a fight and would die sooner or later.

But for now, it's better to live freely than to be a prisoner of SHIELD.

Whitehall, so you don't worry about whether SHIELD will discover the base below you, just ask the people inside to open the door, and the planes will fly in one after another.

Ten minutes later, a disgraced Whitehall sat back in Pierce's conference room.

The scene was somewhat suffocating and depressing.

After a long time, Whitehall moved his lips and said, "Now, you understand what kind of power they have."

Although Pierce was still sitting upright, his eyes were constantly flashing, revealing his fear.

Hallwhite went on to ask: "Where is Strack?"

"Underground, he is safe now. We have gathered all our strength to open up a very deep shelter. Even if SHIELD breaks through here, it will never be able to find him and the Cosmic Cube."

"Well" Whitehall nodded, "This is our last hope. Now, Pierce, you have really decided to let your Iron Legion wait to die here with you."

"No" Pierce suddenly stood up.

"Whitehall tomorrow, come with me tomorrow."

"You have to continue to break out"

"That's right" Pierce nodded. "I admit that I thought SHIELD was too simple before, but now it is our last hope, and they certainly didn't expect that we would break out for two days in a row."

"You're guaranteed to break out of that lockdown."

"If you don't give it a try, do you really have to wait here to die? The shelter can't accommodate so many people."

Pierce's words were mixed with saliva and sprayed on Whitehall's face.

"If today's actions scare you, well, you can stay and be with Straker."

Whitehall looked coldly at the mentally disturbed Pierce in front of him and nodded slightly, "I'll go back and reorganize the army."

After Whitehall left.

Pierce came to his own arsenal.

Mechanical battle armors are being assembled on the assembly line.

Under the surveillance of a group of Hydras, Ivan routinely inspected a newly assembled armor.

"Ivan."

Pierce walked up to the prisoner.

He stretched out his hand to straighten his messy clothes, and also pulled off the toothpick in his mouth.

Pierce's face was solemn, "After tomorrow, you will be free."

"I admit that some unpleasant things happened between us because you asked you to help me achieve my goal. Now, I, an old guy who is half buried in the ground, apologize to you."

Ivan looked at Pierce sideways: "You want to start a war with SHIELD"

"Let's start a war." Pierce's eyes dimmed, "That's right."

"Then don't come back alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivan was kicked in the crook of his leg by the Hydra behind him, causing him to kneel down.

Pierce stopped his men's next movements, bent down and said in Ivan's ear:

"I will give you your freedom, but before that, you have to help me complete the work you should do, otherwise we will not be too happy with each other."

With that said, Pierce left with his hands behind his back.

Ivan looked at this old guy, the fierce light in his eyes flashed away.