Chapter 160: Haite encounter (end)

"Helicopter unit, armed motorcycle squadron, let me go to the south to investigate, who the is it? Who did this!" Chris Lewis’ shouts shook the ears of the advance team soldiers.
Ryosuke Morimoto didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly separated 25 armed helicopters and flew south. The reconnaissance squadron composed of 80 armed motorcycles twisted forward with two wings, following the helicopter straight into the southwest.
"Commander, it's... it's 5 artillery...oh, not a tank..." Within a few minutes, a report from the early warning helicopter radar operator staggeringly came from the communicator.
"Is it a gun or a tank?" Chris slammed a punch on the table: "Sergeant, straighten your tongue."
"It's a tank, a tank, a tank that can be erected."
"A tank that can be erected? Sergeant, are you sure?" Chris stared at him. This tank that can change the attack mode is the direction of the military research institutes of various countries. Such a multi-mode tank that can be used for actual combat may appear in ten or several decades, but it will definitely not be now.
Chris felt that he had heard it wrong, or that the trash was teasing himself: "Sergeant, you tm tell me back!"
There was a busy tone in the communicator, and the anger was surging across the colonel's face. He was like a bomb that had ignited a fuse, and it could explode at any time. A sergeant, a mere sergeant, dare to take his words into ears, that guy must be tired of life!
At this moment, a liaison officer behind him suddenly poked him on the shoulder and pointed out the window.
Chris looked up subconsciously, and a long flame stretched out on the southern horizon, and the steaming gray haze gathered into a large mushroom cloud, rapidly spreading around.
The optical radiation warning light on the vehicle-mounted instrument has been turned on, and the powerful shock wave has caused a strong wind to sweep the surrounding area for several kilometers.
"Nuclear...nuclear bomb?" Chris was frightened, and now he finally knew the reason why the sergeant didn't reply. Of course, those who were dead would ignore his threats.
"Pay attention to protection. Pay attention to protection." Chris shouted to the liaison officer. However, it is strange that the detection value of the vehicle-mounted radioactive substance detector has always been maintained within a normal range, and there has been no change.
A hydrogen bomb without radioactive contamination? Chris felt that everything before him was like a dream. Nightmare! Hell dream after another. The hydrogen bombs that use lasers as the detonating source are expensive to produce and bulky. How were the rebels transported?
"Boom, boom, boom..." No one can give him an answer. The only one who knows the truth is another round of ruthless bombing.
In less than ten minutes, nearly 100 vehicles were destroyed and more than 800 people were injured or killed. How could he accept such a heavy loss.
Each round of the bombardment of the siege tank would destroy a piece of vehicle, and Chris could only feel countless new myd flowing in front of him. For a stingy and greedy petty man, it was more painful than cutting his flesh.
Until now. He didn't even know the origin of the guy who made the advance team chrysanthemum, every time the generator ball fell, millions of myd were gone... Money, those are all money!
The colonel suddenly realized that his thoughts were a little wandering. When is this his mother, life and death are critical. He was still wandering, thinking about what money is not.
But...what can you do if you don't lose your mind? Continue to send hands to die? Or is it piled up here in a row to be a live target for the opponent?
"Damn it, it's not good! It's not good!" Chris shook his head and glanced at the casualty reports that the intelligence officer kept on his computer screen. He couldn't help being cruel and shouted at the liaison officer: "Withdraw! Order the troops to withdraw." ! Remember. Disperse and flee, gather at place w."
His heart was bleeding, his hands were sweating, and the credit for his hands was gone, not only that. This battle almost ruined hundreds of millions of myd, which made him see the legion commander.
"Hey, how did you turn around and go to the money again?" Amid the jolts of the armored car, Chris' face was embedded in the rear window and gradually moved away. The remaining armored vehicles of the advance team were divided into several small teams, and the soldiers were divided into different paths, and they fled in a hurry in the direction of the "brave barrier."
Those who attacked the ridge and missed the last train were unlucky. The insurgents who had been crushed by them earlier broke out from the concealed point of the ridge and cooperated with the assault team led by Aros. The gang was slaughtered.
The battle ended, the gunfire stopped, and Tang Fang was sitting on a siege tank, accompanied by dust.
Grant ran down the ridge, rushed to Tang and gave him a bear hug: "I knew you would be safe."
Tang Fang's heart warmed, but his mouth jokingly said: "Welcome me and I don't have to make such a big battle, so I have to wipe your ass."
"Hey, you guy, you can always bring surprises." Grant let go and tilted his head to look at the siege tank behind him: "Isn't this your lost teammate again?"
Tang Fang shrugged: "Guess."
Grant gave him a vigorous look: "The spaceship crashed? Then what level of spaceship must be able to hold these guys, at least it should be a cruiser."
Tang Fang laughed: "I want to say that this was snatched from the Appalus Military Industrial Base, believe it or not?"
"Snatched it?" Grant was visibly startled. "The Crotan government has this kind of technology? I don't believe it."
"Crack." At this time, the hatch of a siege tank opened, and Howson jumped out, patted the heavy armor of the car hard and said: "Mom, this guy is such a good thing. Use it to beat people. , Really enjoyable."
Grant's face sank and beat someone? Hit people with it? After a shot, the bones and scum can not be found.
"Tarosa, welcome back from www.uukānshu.com." At this moment, Flavie brought some of the rebel officers such as Veblen to the front, hugged Tang Fang's body like an old friend, and patted hard. He patted him on the back: "I knew that your kid had a hard life, not a short-lived ghost."
Tang Fang grinned and waved the scrapped communicator with his right arm: "This thing is broken, I can't help it."
"It's okay, as long as you are safe, everyone will be smiling at Jiuquan even if they all die here."
"Colonel, it's needless to say so heavy." While he said, he took out a pile of injections from the shoulder storage box and handed it to several guards around Flavie: "Go and use it on the wounded."
"Yes." Several guards tremblingly took the injections, as if what they were holding was not a syringe but the lives of their companions. Earlier in the morning, I heard from Grant and Walton that he had a very magical injection. As long as he breathed in, he could pull people back from death. At this moment, these therapeutic injections were lying in their hands so upright, how could this not make them excited.
"What are you doing in a daze? Don't hurry up." It wasn't until Flavie glared at them hard that several guards hurried to the place where the wounded were placed.