Chapter 109: Godsend

　　 "Major, according to the southern sentinel's report, a small group of unidentified teams appeared in the distance, quickly approaching the battlefield." At this moment, the liaison officer got out of the command vehicle and said in a panic.
　　 "Unidentified team?" Stilwell frowned. Who would be from the south? The Union Army? impossible! Even if you take a helicopter gunship, it is impossible to arrive so quickly, not to mention the 608 armored division of the enemy's first army is not a vegetarian, how could it be let them come.
　　 "Yes, according to the sentry, they are wrapped in thick power armor, but they are not'guardian knights', but another style, there are three types."
　　 "Not the Guardian Knight? There are three more?" Stilwell was stunned.
　　 "Major, the troops in front ask if they want to attack."
Stilwell didn't speak, but Grant next to him grabbed the liaison officer's hand with a face full of excitement: "Among those people, do they have cooling towers on their backs, bloated, just...like a black bear? Is slightly smaller, holding a large assault rifle in hand?"
　　 "Huh? Have you seen them?" The liaison officer looked at Grant dumbfounded.
"I've never seen it! They saved the lives of a few of us." He slid down these words and walked toward the south, with incredible expressions on the faces of Walton, Monroe and others. For a long time Did not speak.
　　 Only little Sam shook his fist at them as if showing off, making a face, and then chasing Grant.
　　 Although Stilwell was a little unclear on the inside, through their conversations, he learned something, and hurriedly ordered to the liaison officer: "Quickly, tell the security team in the south, don't open fire, they are allies."
　　 "Oh." The liaison officer touched the back of his head, turned and plunged into the command car.
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　　 When Stilwell confessed and rushed to the south edge of the battlefield with Walton and others, Grant was walking back and forth anxiously.
　　 He took a pair of high-powered telescopes from the sentry, raised it flat in front of him, and looked towards the south.
　　 At the far end of the horizon, like a cascading wave, more than thirty figures walked far away. Walking in the front of the team, the 13 heavy-armored, bloated black charcoal heads, swayed one step at a time, and from a distance, they were not just a team of black bears.
　　 Then there are 13 iron bumps with large assault rifles in their hands. The cyan helmets reflect the setting sun on the horizon, reflecting a circle of arcs.
　　 At the end are 12 people wearing flamethrowers and anti-gas masks, their movements are erratic from left to right, like ghosts.
　　 "What...what kind of equipment are these? Where did they come from?" Stilwell swallowed and muttered to himself.
Grant and others didn’t know if it was because they were all focused on the horizon, or they didn’t know how to answer. They didn’t say anything. They craned their necks one by one, looking at the small black spots that were getting closer at the end, with a look of surprise. A complex look of confusion, joy, shock, and so on.
　　 "Plus Tarosa, aren't they only 19 people? Why are there 38 people here?" Joey stared blankly at the armored units approaching at the end of the line of sight, and said blankly.
"Look, the last 12-man team, my goodness! Jet rucksacks, which are only available in the elite special forces of the Dolanx Republic. The cost is extremely expensive." Monroe swallowed hard. The expression is not much better than Joey. When they broke up before, they had only 19 people. Two kinds of power armor, more than an hour of work, not only increased the number of people, and even the types of power armor.
　　 Little Sam rejoiced, if Walton hadn't held him firmly, he would have escaped from the bunker early in the morning.
　　 As the surprise subsided, Stilwell calmed down, slowly lowered the telescope, and sighed slightly. Even if these people are friendly forces and sincerely help oneself, even if they have advanced equipment, they can be one enemy two, or even one enemy three. However, don't forget that the government has more than 1,500 elite soldiers, and there is also a maritime fleet to provide artillery support.
　　 38VS15000? Think about it with the soles of your feet and know what the result will be.
"I know what you are worried about." When Stilwell was distracted, Grant came to his back and patted his right shoulder: "In all fairness, these soldiers are so powerful that I have only seen them in my life. Just take my company. In other words, if you are against them, you don’t need too much. Just pick out five or six armored soldiers at random and you can turn us all over."
"What?" Stilwell thought he had misheard, or Grant had a funny head, turned his head and looked at the man in front of him who was known for his integrity and loyalty with a serious face: "Grant, I heard you right? Is it true?"
　　 "You heard me right." Grant said word by word.
"Those heavily loaded soldiers in the front row have strong defenses, and the empire’s Guardian Knights are not worthy to carry shoes. The 12.7MM heavy revolving machine gun shoots like a tickling. Its attack power is even more terrifying. See the front part of the arm. Is that black muzzle?"
　　 "Don't look at me, yes, you guessed it, those are all grenade launchers."
"Furthermore, the back row of lightly armed soldiers with large assault rifles~EbookFREE.me~ only used 9 people to turn more than 100 new unmanned fighter jets equipped with MINI missiles into a pile of steel junk. They only lost 2 people."
"As for the last 12 units with jet backpacks, to be honest, I've seen it for the first time, and I don’t know how effective they are. But, old friend, if you think about it, the enemy is hiding in those tall buildings. , Our brother would be spotted by a sniper before he climbed up and shot him. But what if they were replaced? Highlands? Lowlands? What's the difference? To them, the broken factory area is no different from a flat road. "
　　 "Think about it, when the enemy is lying at the window, waiting to snipe our soldiers, when such a flying soldier suddenly appears on the battlefield, what effect will it have on the battle?"
　　 Grant’s words were like the curse of the Sea Witch. Stilwell's mind couldn't help but think about it. He saw the enemy fleeing in a daze, and vaguely heard the sniper's sorrowful cry.
　　 works, works! This will be a sharp knife that plunges into the enemy's heart, sending charcoal in the snow, and saving the Alliance army from the distressed Heavenly Apostle.
"Quick, quick, Grant, Kelsen, come with me to greet them, the gods are up, you can't wait for our bestowed guests." Stilwell's expression is like the sky clearing after rain, originally dark and charcoal A row of white teeth appeared on his face.
"Oh...oh!" Kelsen, who was in charge of the southern area's peripheral security work, awakened from the boundless reverie, subconsciously agreed, jumped out of the bunker, followed Stilwell and Grant, and quickly moved towards that one. The steel spirit rushed.
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