Chapter 73

Ross's arrival did not disturb Fisher's arrangement. He secretly contacted Rex. After learning that Hydra had no intention to help Baron Strack, he planned to cut the mess directly and round Strack and the main force of the rebels at one go.

Although he lost his air supremacy, the iron headed Strack still didn't think he would lose. I'm kidding. The Allies threw bombs on my head every day. I don't panic. Can you do it with a drone carrier?

Then the rebel headquarters were blown up by jedam because they were too arrogant. Freedom in sokovia's airspace is equivalent to a large radar. It is clear at a glance where there are dense radio signals, and then the old routine. Where there are dense explosions, the rebel forces in the whole South are dying. When they attack, they will drop bombs on their heads, and they retreat, Bombs will fall on your head. If you stay where you are, bombs will fall on your head.

Strack's proud armored forces and Blitzkrieg are useless. Not to mention the attack ability, the giant God's defense ability makes Strack witness the arrival of what is called madness.

The eight meter high modular defense turret (from the aggression task force camp) deployed outside the base exploded the dog head of the Hydra armored force at a distance of four kilometers with its railgun, and the storm commando carrying a jet backpack was strafed by the giant catapult air cushion self-defense gun (command and government GDI), The bullets fired by the ELECTROMAGNETICALLY EXCITED quadruple 20mm gun directly smashed the bodies of these unlucky people, and then came the devastating harvest of the havoc launcher.

After the attack was thwarted, the unremitting anti-government forces tried to attack the tunnel at night, but what's the use? The large-scale radar of freedom was in the tunnel. Their tunnel had been dug less than 30 meters, and the heavy ground penetrating bomb fell down, resulting in heavy losses of engineering equipment and personnel. As for the night attack, the night battle is the best embodiment of the poor generation of science and technology. Under the high-definition thermal imaging lens, The wind and grass a few kilometers away could not escape the sentry's eyes. Even soldiers don't know when snipers armed with suppressors and non flashing ammunition will kill their officers.

After a series of fierce attacks day and night, the rebels had to admit that they could not beat their opponents. Even if there were government troops in the opposite line of defense, these government troops could not compare with the previous government troops. The eldest brother sent a steady stream of materials, ate and dressed warmly, and the government troops with salary burst out with great fighting enthusiasm, Maybe the attack still won't work, but they still have no problem putting machine guns on a strong bunker!

When the anti-government armed forces' attack is weak and unsustainable, it is time for the giant god to counterattack. The two mobile brigades, led by Titan tanks and equipped with 105 guns, have made a rapid advance all the way, advancing 120 kilometers in just eight hours, forming a huge pincer shaped encirclement, Only Strack and his little friends were left with a ten kilometer wide route. And this gap is slowly narrowing.

Forward Command

Strack was sitting at his large desk looking at the map.

"Our troops have been devastated here, here and here!" A faction boss pointed out on the map.

"Never mind. Everything will be all right when my elite troops attack!" Strack said confidently with a stick.

"Baron..."

"Baron, elite troops, he..."

"Your elite troops were attacked by cloud bombs. They suffered heavy casualties and were unable to attack!"

When Strack heard the news, an unknown fire broke out. He wanted to point to a group of factional leaders around and yell at them, but he found that his hands were shaking and couldn't lift them up.

"I'll call my name and stay. The others go out! Bertrand, sokravich, rob savilly! "

The melon eating crowd immediately got an amnesty and the bee pupae came out. When the last one went out, he closed the door.

"You waste! No fighting bucket! This week I organized an army of 30000 people for you and equipped you with a full set of equipment! As a result, he was defeated in less than 30 hours. Even if 30000 pigs were caught by the giant god in 30 hours, but you did well. From the commander to the small soldiers who poured the toilet, one didn't run away and 8000 died. All the rest were loaded into slave ships and sent to Africa for mining! I should learn from Amin and drag you out one by one to feed wild dogs! " After saying these words in one breath, Strack sat down in a chair like his wronged little daughter-in-law.

"I thought you and the government army fought back and forth, which shows that your combat effectiveness is good. I didn't expect that you are all Ferrars. Vegetables and chickens peck at each other. Forget it, I did it myself!" Strack's heart is broken. Why is this battle the same as last time? There are pig teammates on his side, and the opposite is either steel torrent or carpet bombing!

"No, sir. The giant God has put mobile forces in Blacktown. Our back road has been cut off!" An orderly stumbled open the crowd gathered at the gate of the fort, opened the door and rushed in.

"What?" Baron Strack jumped almost instantaneously from the other end of his desk to the end near the door. He stared at the orderly.

"Say it again!"

"Our back road will be cut off!"

Strack pushed the orderly away, rushed into the room, pushed the crowd away and came to the surface.

On the distant horizon, the flash and dull explosion continued, and even Strack heard the sound of engines whistling over their heads. That's the Titan's aircraft, reinforcements to the gap!

"Retreat now!" In the flickering light, Strack decadent dropped his telescope and looked at the factional leaders who followed him.

"If we don't retreat, we have to explain here!"

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Half an hour ago

"One more minute!" Mv66's driver shouted angrily.

"Get ready to fight!" Michelle pulled the bolt of the IMR rifle in her hand and patted the tactical helmet of the giant security forces soldiers around her. The latter opened the hatch of the giant bird cabin with a crash.

A series of tracer bullets pierce the night and interweave a dense fire net in the air. Large searchlights emit thick light to guide the targets of ground anti-aircraft guns. In this large net, there are countless giant bird transport planes shuttling above the city with blue flames at the tail.

"Jump, jump!" After controlling the aircraft to make a beautiful emergency stop and landing and shaking the soldiers standing in the cabin, the pilot shouted at the same time and paid attention to the surrounding environment.

Almost the last soldier rushed out of the cabin, and at the same time, the two vector engines of the giant bird began to add power, and then flew into the sky, leaving only the soldiers on the ground shouting abuse.

"This son of a bitch almost roasted me!" Although she was still swearing, Michelle still focused on the PDA on her left arm. The screen marked the nearby war situation and their mission objectives with green, blue and red dots.

"Come on, our goal is to take down the department store in front and follow me!" As the commander of the team, Michelle called her team to fight immediately.

The roaring Su-25 attack aircraft and Mi-24 armed helicopters scattered the flames of death with machine guns, missiles and rockets. Even the Xi'an transport aircraft carrying the rocket nest joined the feast. The roaring Titan deformation tank ruthlessly stepped on the burning truck wreckage in the street, with step-by-step ast combat armor on both sides, More heavy equipment was put on top of them. Even in order to be faster, AST operators rejected the giant bird's pod and instead mounted it on the landing gear by ah6u bird helicopter with wire rope.

Just ten minutes after the raid, the anti-government armed soldiers in the city had been completely defeated. Their rifles and rocket launchers were tickling for the giant god security forces armed to the teeth. After the headquarters was sent by a C4, the resistance of the anti-government armed forces began to calm down. In fact, they could not escape, UAVs in the sky and B2 robots accompanying the attack on the ground can be responsible for all search tasks. In addition, the anti-government armed soldiers themselves have driven the residents of the city out of their homes before the war, so the giant god security forces can open fire without scruples.

After it took less than an hour to wipe out the last resistance, the retreat of the entire southern rebels was completely cut off, and the flat terrain in the South could not let them fight guerrillas or hide. Now the rebels have two choices, either wait until they run out of ammunition and food, starve to death or surrender, or fight to open up the retreat while the giant god is not stable.

After Strack shot and killed four commanders, the rebels chose the second, but how can Fisher do it?

The road back to Blacktown is now devastated. The rebels relying on road mobility can only go all the way against the indiscriminate bombing overhead. The destroyed tanks, armored vehicles and trucks pull out a death belt several kilometers long along the road. Broken limbs are everywhere. The explosive ammunition is burning, and the smell of gunpowder is mixed with the smell of blood, The burning smell goes straight into the nostrils.

A war reporter who was mixed with the rebels and wanted to interview said with emotion: I thought the scuffle of African warlords I had seen was already hell, but what I saw in sokovia made me understand that what I saw before was just a child's house. These high-tech mercenaries accurately slaughtered these former swaggering free Army soldiers, and none of them was safe, If I can, I'd like to interview the originator of all this and ask his thoughts and opinions!

As for Fisher's idea, the sooner the battle is ended, the better. The giant god is not the United States. He relies on war to make money. The United Nations can only reimburse a small part of his military operations in sokovia, that is, the giant god of ammunition can produce and sell himself. It is not too serious to lose money if the big brother pays for oil and metal raw materials, but Rao is so, Giant god still spends tens of billions. Fisher has figured out how to get a sum from domestic charitable foundations to subsidize giant God's finance after the war!

Even in the United States, the Boston consortium's aid package has been formulated, first to help socovia rebuild, and then to develop agriculture, light industry and tourism. As for the tax-free and most preferential tariff policies, they are all ready. That's why although giant looks insignificant in China, it has a lot of friends. Everyone makes money together!