Mecha Contra

"Boss, what should we do?"

Liu Dazhong asked with his fat face trembling a little.

Fang Zhishen said sincerely: "We'll see what else we can do."

The sound of messy footsteps came from far to near.

Those er soldiers who had gathered as bait for the activity gradually arrived at the location of Team Nine.

"Where is the company commander? Isn't the company commander here?"

The squad leader asked hurriedly as soon as he arrived.

No one said anything, except for a glimpse of Sco when they were gathering at the base. No one saw him after that, and only heard his voice directing operations in the helmet earpiece.

When the squad leaders of the second squad, the squad leader of the third squad, and almost all the squad leaders arrived here, the first thing they asked was: "Where is the company commander?"

After all the squad leaders asked this question and saw the silent soldier, they instantly understood the whole story. They were all veterans, so how could they not understand this.

Guns and artillery fired, and a company of soldiers gathered together to form a firepower, blocking the approaching aliens.

The squad leader of the first class had a livid face, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and gave hair ties to the squad leaders in front of him, including the cooking class monitor and the medical class monitor, saying:

"Since I joined the Mecha Marine Corps, I have long thought that my life is gone, and if I die, I will die, and I am no longer afraid. However, I feel aggrieved to die in such an unexplained way. They told me clearly that I am a suicide squad, I, Cao Da, will never frown, so what’s going on?”

"I tell you clearly that the commander of the suicide squad, Captain Sco, must be with us people every step of the way. How can he do this? Captain Stephen is his brother. He hid it from us just to protect his younger brother."

Fang Zhishen was not in the mood to talk to them about these useless things. He finally saw that these squad leaders had accepted their fate and were waiting to die in hand-to-hand combat. Fang Zhishen had not lived enough yet, with a cigarette in his mouth and a hand in his hand. The sniper rifle never stopped.

The squad leader of the second squad watched Fang Zhishen's bullets hit without missing a beat, destroying an ant-shaped beetle with one shot. He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Which squad is this sniper? It's not a sniper. This sign is from the cooking squad."

Jack raised his thumb and said, "Fang Zhishen, the leader of our cooking team."

The squad leader also nodded and praised: "Good marksmanship, just this marksmanship, bronze and fun, yes, it's a pity, this is the last battle."

Seeing the aliens getting closer and closer, there was a large area of ​​dark red on the rocky slope in front, all of which were ant-shaped beetle aliens. The nearest alien was already about 20 meters away from them and could rush up in ten seconds.

At this moment, Fang Zhishen decisively threw away the sniper rifle in his hand and drew out his sword. The eight soldiers in the cooking squad have developed a habit in the past few months. Whenever Fang Zhishen draws his knife, they will habitually draw it in hand.

This is the effect of the most consistent training day after day.

The squad leaders of several other classes also held swords in their hands, gritted their teeth and stared at the aliens getting closer and closer, ready to die together.

"Kill one to earn enough money, kill two to earn one, come and fight with me."

The squad leader shouted, waving a long knife and rushing towards the alien in front of him.

"Click"

I saw Cao Da, the squad leader, use his rolling knife to cut off the front legs of an ant-shaped beetle in front of him. Then he rolled over and cut off the weak point of the beetle's lower back with his knife.

Behind him, a group of soldiers rushed forward, with immediate casualties.

Those recruits who were on the battlefield for the first time probably couldn't exert even 10% of the mecha's power at this time. They were hacking aimlessly with their eyes closed. As soon as they encountered each other, they were disemboweled and pierced by the foreleg of the ant-shaped insect, and died unexpectedly.

The smell of blood permeated the air, stimulating the animalistic nature of the aliens and stimulating the bloody nature of the warriors.

It was about to break out, and it was a fight to the death with no retreat from the beginning.

Fang Zhishen and his eight soldiers stood still and did not move. This was not surprising to the soldiers in other squads. The few cooking soldiers did not urinate at this time, which was already considered very good.

"call"

Fang Zhi took a deep breath and felt the irresistible attraction not far away. He took another look at the endless ant-shaped beetles and shouted without hesitation:

"Follow me, this direction, protect my back."

After speaking, he deviated