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Chapter 301 The First Reincarnation

"Da da da, da da da!" Fisher, who has an eyepiece to scan and indicate the target, did not continue to suppress firepower, but fired rhythmically with his arm cannon, shoulder cannon and heavy machine gun in his hand. .

The 5.56mm bullet with the lead-core anti-warhead precisely hit the fluid body of the mimetic, and the broken bullet core shattered the inside, and then the mimetic moving at high speed was like an out-of-control truck, pulling on the sandy ground. A gully emerged.

"My God!" The soldiers following Fisher didn't know what to say anymore. As soon as they got off the plane, they quickly deployed in a frontal formation, firing freely with arm cannons, shoulder cannons, and missile pods. Fisher in the pointed position bears the greatest impact of firepower, but it has been 5 minutes since the landing and the start of the battle. The mimetic alien closest to them has retreated from the initial 100 meters to 300 meters. More mimics were killed as soon as they came out.

Because he felt that the enemy was too far away, Fisher finally chose to push forward, leading the dozens of soldiers who had just gathered behind him to expand the defensive circle.

A row of mimics tried to maintain from the right side, but Fisher didn't even look at them. The missile pod on the left shoulder fired automatically after completing the reloading, blowing up the mimics to pieces.

"Crack!" The machine gun that was firing suddenly stopped firing. The red barrel and the bullet casings all over the floor all showed how fierce the battle was just now. Fisher raised his right leg, and the drum installed on the side of his thigh automatically bounced up. , Then he raised the machine gun and slammed it hard, the drum was locked by the machine gun, the belt was stuck by the loader, and then the machine gun roared again.

When the special forces led by him opened up the landing field, the coalition forces who were caught off guard also made a decisive decision. The transport plane that was hit threw the soldiers down regardless of 21 or [-]. The landing craft and air mattress rushed against the lava mass denser than raindrops. Go to the beach and unload the ammunition and artillery.

One-fifth of the people died on the plane, and the remaining people were killed by swarms of mimics before they even wiped off the sea water on their faces when they arrived at the coast. The artillerymen almost used bayonets to provide fire support to the front , the whole beach was in chaos, the soldiers couldn't find the officers, the company couldn't find the headquarters, and the soldiers marching inland had to pick up the wreckage of the plane that fell on their heads, it was like a purgatory, the cry of the soldiers before they died , Explosions, mimic roars, tormenting everyone's mind and senses.

"Build a line of defense, as long as they don't have two legs, kill them all!" Taking advantage of turning around to resupply ammunition, Fisher pulled a major and ordered loudly.

"Hey, my military rank is higher than yours, so I should be in command!" The American major who had just arrived on the battlefield shouted unconvinced.

"Okay, go ahead, sir!" Fisher let go of the opponent, and then walked towards the logistics soldier who was loading ammunition to a pile of weapons, but within two steps, there was a loud noise behind him, and then half of his shoulder fell from Fisher. The side fell, and there was a bloody major rank on it.

"The command is given to you, Lieutenant Colonel~" Fisher grabbed another British officer who had witnessed the whole process.

"I think it's better for you to command, Captain!" The lieutenant colonel picked up a box of bullets, "I'll go to the front to command the battle!"

"Okay, so Cage, where are you?" Fisher took the time to throw out the miniature drone, and then searched for the opponent on the battlefield.

After three laps on the slaughterhouse-like battlefield, Fisher finally found Private Cage at the farthest corner.

"It means you have to stay in this Shura field for a while!" Fisher sighed, although everything seems to be going well now, except that the first wave of attack troops lost about two-thirds of the helicopters and half of the transport ships , but now the mimetic long-range firepower has not stopped at all. The fighter jets and missiles in the rear tried to suppress these mimics that can fire long-range firepower. As a result, the number of opponents was more than their artillery shells. Over and over again, the fire was so bright that the beach was like the surface of the moon, and it still didn't work.

"Even the most elite commandos can't handle it. This is no ordinary mimic alien. It should be punched hard!"

The headquarters across the strait has become a dog. Except for the French front, the other fronts are going smoothly, but the problem is what to do with the hundreds of thousands of troops that are currently stranded on the beach?

Casualties are increasing every moment, and the warships in the rear are also firing desperately, but it is useless. The frontline troops have been compressed into a dozen or so landing sites at this moment. There is no connection between the landing sites, and the mimics are launching assaults from all directions. .

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

"Reinforcement?" Admiral Brig in charge of the command sighed bitterly.

Are there any reserve soldiers? There must be. After all, Europe has ripped off hundreds of millions of people. You can grab millions of cannon fodder with just a bundle of ropes, but the problem is equipment. The output of Power Armor is only that. The power armor has piled up like a mountain, and said that no money will be sent to you as long as Europe nods, but the United States does not allow it. Politicians say that in order to protect the jobs of our workers in the United States, even the paper that wipes the ass of the coalition must be made in usa , but the US factory only started to expand its production capacity in the last year, and it is too late to produce now.

"Then do you want to retreat? After all, some of these soldiers are veterans who were withdrawn from the European battlefield. If they are gone, the British Isles will be in danger~ Kaka (Your Excellency in Korean)"

"The question is how to withdraw? Our helicopters have suffered heavy losses, the enemy is pressing every step of the way, and the navy can't even carry out effective fire blocking!" Another staff officer objected.

"Must retreat!" In the end, the general made the decision, and gave the retreat order with great difficulty, as well as the death order for the recruits to be responsible for the rear.

"Retreat!" The front troops who received the order were dumbfounded. We bit down a piece of land in the pile of corpses and established a line of defense. You asked us to retreat again?Let alone how to reach the warship through thousands of meters of sea, the comrades who died in battle around me can't explain it.

"Head, what should we do?" Fischer also received the order. Tens of thousands of soldiers have built a circular fortification around a seawall, and deployed howitzers and the few remaining tanks. Scheer also ordered a group of soldiers to drive a small all-terrain vehicle to collect ammunition from the crashed helicopters under the hail of bullets. The line of defense is impenetrable, but it will not be a problem to hold on for a few days. After all, the engineering troops have begun to dig a second trench on the beach. up.

"Can't retreat, might as well fight!" Fisher looked at the landing site where Cage was, because the location was relatively remote, and there were less than a hundred recruits assembled there, and the lives of these people were also disappearing rapidly, almost Ten minutes later, the landing field will be completely lost.

"Pass me the order, all the staff put on bayonets and prepare to attack!" After replenishing the ammunition for the shoulder cannon, Fisher jumped into an Abrams.

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

"Yes!" The commander, who had thrown away his tank helmet and his face was still blackened by the gun exhaust, gave a military salute enthusiastically.

"It is a good day to die!" Fischer loaded the gun, and then stood behind the turret, watching the tank over the corpses and wreckage, kicking up blood-stained red dust, and rushing inland.

"It's today to be generous to righteousness, brothers, follow me!"

The first to respond to Fisher was his special forces and two Scottish Highland battalions that had been maimed. A bagpipe whose leg was blown off struggled to stand up, and then leaned against a damaged armored vehicle, drumming his feet. Cheek played the bagpipes.

"Beep beep beep beep..." The melodious and vicissitudes of the bagpipe pierced through the entire battlefield and reached everyone's ears, followed by the British Army, the ANZAC and the Canadian Marine Corps , Thousands of soldiers shouted and rushed out of the bunker, crashing into the sand waves like waves.Seeing all the friendly troops rushing up, the Marine Corps and Army Landing Force from the United States also surged with anger and blood. They are all dead, fighting with alien bastards!

However, just when this wave of Long Live Charge was about to come into contact with the mimic aliens, Fisher suddenly felt uncomfortable for a while, and then the picture flashed in front of him.

(End of this chapter)