Chapter 64: Marshall

　　 (The second chapter arrives, please recommend, collect)
　　 The thruster of the Armed Shuttle in the sky was activated, and the blue flame was instantly empty, and then Marshall saw what could be called a dream. A dog-like alien was lying on a soldier, his sharp claws were completely submerged in the power armor, blood shot out along the cracks, spray paint generally hit its face.
　　 There is also a larger reptile with an unbelievably thick outer shell. It was swept by a twenty-odd millimeter machine gun on a nearby armored vehicle, only to get a few screams. They can spit a kind of green saliva, which is as corrosive as powerful magic acid.
　　 Under their counterattack, the outer skin of the armored vehicle was like rice paper ignited by fire. It quickly wilted and melted, forming large and shocking holes.
　　 Marshall once saw a soldier pouring down his head with sore saliva, and his screams made him think of the traitors who were burned on the imperial execution ground.
　　 He has always believed that the restoration of the death penalty is a retrogression of human civilization and a desecration of human rights. However, at this moment, the treatment of those so-called traitors is countless times better than that of soldiers who have been attacked.
In just half a minute and 30 seconds of effort, the alloy steel armor became a puddle of green metal solution. As for the soldiers inside, their flesh melted and their tissues liquefied. They struggled and howled, and ended up like skeletons falling apart. Generally, it collapses suddenly, and the plasma and pus mix together and flow on the cold ground.
　　 The real body is broken to pieces, and there is no whole body!
　　 The searchlights of the shuttle slashed across the ground, shining on the reptiles who were tumbling back and forth, spitting out the deadly acid. The driver cursed frantically to dispel the fear in his heart. The fire control radar has locked on two targets. It slightly moved its sweat-stained right hand and pressed the fire button firmly.
　　 Two "head mallet" IV anti-tank missiles were fired from the racks under the wings, Hong Hui broke through the air and flew straight towards the two cockroaches.
　　 With such a short distance, at the speed of the cockroach, the probability of avoiding the missile is infinitely close to zero.
　　 However, something unexpected happened to everyone. The two missiles had just flown halfway, and suddenly burst open without warning, and instantly burst out two fireworks-like flashes. Immediately afterwards, the shuttle seemed to be hit by a sharp object. The left-wing thruster burst into flames, the fuselage was unstable, and it fell from mid-air, and plunged one end into the ground.
　　 Chaos spread uncontrollably, and some soldiers who had just woke up and were in a panic rushed to the two wings. It was horrible, the scene in front of him was too horrible, all resistance was futile in the face of those hideous aliens.
　　 At the same time, a group of human soldiers approached the battlefield silently, with a total of 24 men and one platoon. They were divided into two teams, each with 12 people, each led by a captain, and launched a hunting action against the skirmishers who fled to the two wings.
　　 The two are awkward in size. The black-armored unit carrying the cooling tower abandons ordinary soldiers and flocks directly to the Warthog Type I anti-armored tank on the left.
A grenade with a silver-white tail flame across the void, accompanied by a dazzling flash, exploded on the tank’s port side armor. The anti-armored tank that was regressing crazily seemed to have suddenly fallen into a quagmire. Surrounded by the five enemy soldiers who were catching up from behind, the strange sharp cone grenade meteor shower generally fell on the body.
　　 A series of fires emerged, and Marshall automatically made up for a loud explosion. Under the continuous burst of howitzer fire, the anti-armored tanks eventually turned into a pile of scrap iron.
At this time, looking to the right again, another team of slightly smaller and agile soldiers pulled the trigger again and again toward their companions who were desperately rushing. No sparks from the muzzle were seen in the night, and no bullet piercing. The tracer in the sky is just like cutting a leek, the corpse of a companion who fell on the ground one by one and couldn't get up.
　　 Marshall felt a bitter cold, like falling into a midwinter glacier, the chill was so deep, almost asphyxiated.
At this moment, a person walked slowly at the end of his sight, wearing a set of "Guardian Knights" of the Monya Empire. He walked to the front in a leisurely walk in Hua Ting. With a light wave of his right arm, one was thick and thin with a water urn. The anchor-shaped needle must swiftly pass through the insect swarm from far and near, penetrate a jackal tank that is adjusting the shooting angle along the edge of the position, and then abruptly lifted into the air and flew directly.
　　 Jackal tank smashed a deep hole in the ground, and beans fell in front of the eyes under the flying gravel.
　　 "He...who is he? Why do those aliens listen to him?" Marshall shook the W-219 Boxer assault rifle in the handshake, and swallowed his saliva very hard.
It's over, everything is over. Nearly two companies of troops have not been defeated in the face of the artillery fire of the 3789 division. Facing the copper walls and iron walls, they are not discouraged by the fortifications. However, in just a few minutes, facing the mystery of less than 50 people. The army was completely defeated and defeated.
　　 The screams and screams were played back over and over again, and Captain Cloud's hoarse voice came from the communicator.
　　 "Come back, hold your ground! You cowards, don't run, come back to me..."
　　 The collapse continued, vehicle after vehicle ignited soaring flames, and the morale was like an unbearable masturbation, and it vented for thousands of miles in a moment.
　　 "Oh!" Captain Claude's sigh came from the communicator~EbookFREE.me~ Such an opponent, by no means can anyone resist him! Marshall licked his cracked lips, and when he was about to sneak around behind an old soldier not far away, a figure flashed across the corner of the trench.
　　 His heart suddenly tightened, and the steps he had already taken shrank back. It was Captain Crowder.
　　 "Marshall, Wilson, you two will come with me." Captain Crowder commanded, walked quickly to the command car behind the bunker, opened the back door, and rushed in.
　　 Marshall looked at Wilson, who was slowly straightening up next to the command car, sighed helplessly, and stepped towards the command car.
　　 "What are you two still rubbing together!" Claude's anger came from the communicator.
　　 At this time Wilson had already entered the command carriage, Marshall looked back at the insect swarm that was getting closer, his face sank, and his pace accelerated.
　　 "Dad, mom, take care!" Tore off the pendant on his neck, and stuffed it into the storage box of the power armor. Marshall broke the armrest and leaped forward with force.
　　 When he entered the rear compartment of the command vehicle with the heart to die, and looked up, he was shocked by the scene in front of him, and he stood still on the spot.
　　 Why is this happening?
　　Crowder stood in front of the communication station, stupid.
　　 Wilson's right hand entered through his chest, and his heart pierced out. The blood mingled with visceral meat flew like a waterfall.
　　 "You...who are you?" Captain Claude's dying voice came from the communicator.