Chapter 301

"Dada, dada, dada!" Fisher, with his eyepiece scanning and indicating the target, did not have continuous fire suppression, but fired rhythmic bursts with his arm gun, shoulder gun and heavy machine gun.

The 5.56mm bullet with a lead core killing warhead accurately hit the fluid mimicry body, and the broken bullet core crushed the interior. Then the moving mimicry pulled out a gully on the sand like a runaway truck.

"My God!" The soldiers behind Fisher didn't know what to say. When they got off the plane, they had quickly expanded in a front arrow array, firing freely with arm guns, shoulder guns and missile compartments. Fisher, located at the tip of the front arrow, took the greatest fire impact, but five minutes had passed from landing to fighting, The nearest pseudo aliens have retreated from the first 100 meters to 300 meters, and more pseudo aliens have been killed in their early days.

Because he felt that the enemy was too far away, Fisher even chose to advance and expanded the defense circle with dozens of soldiers who had just gathered behind him.

A row of mimicry tried to keep from the right, but Fisher didn't look at it. The left shoulder missile pod automatically fired after completing the ammunition replenishment, breaking the mimicry into thin pieces.

"Kaka!" The firing machine gun suddenly stopped firing. The red barrel and bullet casings on the ground all showed how fierce the battle had been. Fisher lifted his right leg and the bullet drum installed on one side of his thigh automatically bounced up. Then he lifted the machine gun and knocked hard. The bullet drum was locked by the machine gun, the bullet chain was stuck by the bullet conveyor, and then the machine gun roared again.

When the special forces led by him opened up the landing site, the unprepared coalition forces also made a quick decision. The hit transport plane threw the soldiers down regardless of March 21, and the landing boat and air cushion bed rushed to the beach against a lava mass denser than raindrops to unload ammunition and artillery.

One fifth of the people died on the plane. When the rest arrived at the coast, they were killed by a swarm of mimicry before the sea water on their faces was wiped off. The artillery used artillery to provide fire support to the front in the form of bayonets. The whole beach was in chaos. The soldiers could not find officers and the company could not find the headquarters, Soldiers marching inland have to carry the wreckage of the plane falling overhead, just like a purgatory. The cries, explosions and imitative roars of soldiers before they die torture everyone's mind and senses.

"Build a defense line, as long as you don't kill all with two legs!" While turning back to replenish ammunition, Fisher pulled over a major and shouted.

"Hey, my rank is higher than you. I should command!" The US major who had just arrived in the battlefield shouted unconvinced.

"All right, come on, sir!" Fisher let go of each other, and then walked to the logistics soldier who was filling a pile of weapons. As a result, he didn't take two steps. There was a loud noise behind him, and then half of his shoulder fell from Fisher, with a bloody major rank on it.

"It's up to you, Colonel ~" Fisher caught another British officer who witnessed the whole journey.

"I think it's better for you to command, Captain!" The lieutenant colonel carried a box of bullets. "I'll go ahead and command the battle!"

"Well, then, cage, where are you?" Fisher took time to throw out the micro UAV and then searched for each other on the battlefield.

After three rounds on the battlefield like a slaughterhouse, Fisher finally found private cage in the most marginal corner. The opposite side was dragged by his sergeant and thrown into the crater.

"It means you have to stay in this Shura field for a while!" Fisher sighed. Although everything seems to be going well at present, except that the first wave of attack troops lost about two-thirds of helicopters and half of transport ships, the simulated long-range firepower has not stopped at all. The fighters and missiles in the rear tried to suppress these mimicry that can launch long-range firepower. As a result, the number of each other was more than their shells, Ship guns, missiles and heavy air bombs have blasted the distance again and again. The fire is burning into the sky. The beach is comparable to the surface of the moon. The result is still useless.

"Even the most elite commandos can't carry it. This is not an ordinary pseudo alien. We should punch hard!"

The headquarters across the Strait has become a dog. Except for the French front, other fronts are very smooth, but the question is what to do with the hundreds of thousands of troops stranded on the beach?

Casualties are increasing all the time, and the warships in the rear are firing desperately. However, there is no egg. At the moment, the front-line troops have been compressed into more than ten landing sites. There is no connection between the landing sites, and the mimicry is launching raids from all directions.

"We must decide as soon as possible whether we should reinforce or evacuate!" A staff member suggested.

"Reinforcements?" Admiral Brigg, in charge of the commander in chief, sighed bitterly.

Are there any reserve soldiers? There must be. After all, Europe has pulled down hundreds of millions of people. You can grab millions of cannon fodder with a bundle of rope, but the problem is the equipment. The output of power armour is just that. Although China and Russia have piled up a mountain of surplus power armour and said that they don't want money. As long as Europe nods, they will send it to you, but the United States is not allowed to accept it, Politicians said that in order to maintain the work of workers in China and the United States, even the paper used by the coalition forces to wipe their ass had to be made inUSA, but American factories began to expand their production capacity only last year, and now there is no time for production.

"Do you want to retreat? After all, some of these soldiers are veterans who have been withdrawn from the European battlefield. If they are gone, the three British islands are in danger ~ Kaka (Korean SIR)"

"The question is how to withdraw? Our helicopters have suffered heavy losses. The enemy is pressing step by step, and the navy can't even block effective fire! " Another staff member objected.

"Must withdraw!" Finally, the Admiral clapped the board, gave the evacuation order very difficult, and asked the recruits to be responsible for the death order after the break.

"Fart!" The front troops who received the order were stupid. We took our lives and bit a piece of land in the pile of corpses to establish a defense line. Did you let us retreat again? Not to mention how to reach the warship through the sea of thousands of meters, these comrades in arms who died in battle can't explain.

"Boss, what shall we do?" Fisher also received orders. Here, tens of thousands of soldiers have built a circular fortification around a seawall, and deployed howitzers and the only remaining tanks. Fisher also ordered a group of soldiers to drive small all terrain vehicles to collect ammunition from those fallen helicopters in the rain of bullets. The defense line is not as solid as gold, but it is no problem to stick to it for a few days, After all, the engineers have begun to dig a second trench on the beach.

"If you can't withdraw, you might as well fight!" Fisher looked at cage's landing site. Because of its remote location, there were less than a hundred recruits gathered there, and their lives were rapidly disappearing. Almost ten minutes later, the landing site would be completely lost.

"Pass my order, all staff on bayonets, ready to attack!" Fisher finished replenishing the shoulder gun and jumped into an Abrams.

"Sergeant, start the engine. I need you to be the spearhead!"

"Yes!" Having lost his tank helmet and his face blackened by gun exhaust, the captain paid a military salute with a fanatical look on his face.

“itisagooddaytodie！” Fisher loaded the guns, then stood behind the fort and watched the tank cross the bodies and debris, raise the dust stained red with blood and rush inland.

"To be generous is today, brothers, follow me!"

Fisher's first response was his special forces and two crippled Scottish highland battalions. A bagpipe with a broken leg struggled to stand up, then leaned against a damaged armored vehicle and puffed up his cheeks to play the bagpipe.

"Dudu, Dudu..." melodious and with a little vicissitudes of life, the bagpipes pierced the whole battlefield and spread to everyone's ears. Then there were the British army, the Australia New Zealand joint corps and the Canadian marine corps. Thousands of soldiers shouted out of the bunker and crashed into the sand waves like waves. See all the friendly forces rush up, and the blood of the Marines and army landing forces from the United States is also surging. Damn it, they are all dead and fight with alien bastards!

However, just as the long live charge was about to come into contact with the pseudo aliens, Fisher suddenly felt uncomfortable, and then the picture flashed in front of him.