The activity of the 114th team on local battlefields cannot change anything. The function of individual combat in a melee is very limited. The cunning Allied Command secretly dropped a large number of dust bombs over London with stealth bombers with air superiority. The dust absorbed the moisture of the British Strait and became the largest fog in history in London. The Federal Army knew almost nothing before the war started. The anti-aircraft cannons pointed at the sky, the steel-boned tanks, and the proud underwater fleet of the Federation became the decoration in the heavy fog. The artillery troops, which were only thirty kilometers away from Wudu Airport, could only stare at the rumbling of the war they wanted to defend, but were worried about accidental injuries and dared not fire artillery. Wudu Airport was isolated by the heavy fog and became an isolated island on land.

After the landing of the first landing cabin with heavy losses, the Allies did not directly try to occupy the entire airport, but began to open a solid landing ground for the second wave of larger landing troops. With the dull and orderly trembling on the ground, the federal soldiers who were fighting bloody battles found that the proportion of enemy-to-me forces was becoming increasingly unfavorable to them.

The sun was rising, and it was the only hope in the hearts of the Union soldiers. The airport could not receive any support before the mist was dispersed to an acceptable level. No commander would be so careless that he threw reinforcements into the mist that would disappear when he was inactive, which was equivalent to giving the enemy spoils.

――The edge of Wudu Airport? In a hangar -

Dante poked his head out of the corner of the wall. There was still a fog outside. He could see through the fog and found that the surrounding empty fields were covered with successfully landing cabins. Allied soldiers were gathering, and a bunch of signal transmitters several meters high indicated the safety coordinates for subsequent landing cabins.

"When will it be enemies here?" Dante retracted back into the hangar with depression.

The 114th Detachment was driven out of its barracks by more and more enemies. On the way, Juan, who was fighting in love, lost contact with the team. Without this undead target, the 114th Detachment could only run around like a swimming fish in the increasingly crowded airport, fearing that it would be a large-scale encirclement.

"How is it? What's going on outside?" Seeing Dante retracting back to the hangar, all his teammates gathered around to ask questions.

"It's not possible to go west. The runway is full of rebel landing cabins, at least a few hundred people, and successors are landing." Dante shook his head regretfully.

"It's still landing... Have you seen their sender?" The Chief of Staff seemed to have an idea.

Ding nodded, it was difficult not to avoid being noticed with lights on the sender.

"several?"

"Just one."

"Are you sure?" the Chief asked again cautiously.

"Yeah!" Dante answered without hesitation. He was very confident in his eyes.

"Okay, you set the coordinates, we gather fire and shoot the sender and then evacuate. Although it may not cause much casualties to the enemy, it will definitely cause some chaos. Take this opportunity to rush out!" The Chief of Staff thought for a while and decided on the plan.

The Allied soldiers on the landing ground did not know that there was someone in a building not far from them to their plan. Now the battle situation is beneficial to the Allied forces. As a reserve team, they only need to strictly guard this place to preserve their combat power, wait for the pilot troops to completely suppress the airport and enter the front line to defend against the heavy fog and then dissipate the federal reinforcements coming from all directions, and invest time for the successor's main force.

Suddenly, without warning, gunfire sounded loudly near a hangar, and the bullet grenade hit the towering sender accurately, and the steel frame was beaten to a ping-pong sound.

"Enemy attack! Protect the sender!" The alert Allied Commander immediately understood the plan of the 114th Detachment. The heavy armored infantry who had just put on power armor rushed towards the sender regardless of his life, trying to use his strong armor and flesh and blood to block the sender's fall.

"boom!"

The rocket was hung with a wake to smash the brave Allied soldiers. A set of power armor that was completely different from the Allied Army's style emerged from the undispersed flames. The Chief of the Sergeant grabbed the butt stock that came up with the Allied Army and suddenly exerted force. The armor weighing hundreds of kilograms and the Allied Army inside were swept far away and smashed heavily on another armored soldier who was coming. Before the two of them could get up, the Chief of the Sergeant looked at the ground without even turning his head back and drove the two into honeycomb coal.

In terms of combat skills, they were still far from the scattered officer who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood!

"Thomas, explosives!" The Chief of Staff yelled at Thomas, a heavy firepower player.

"Next!" A pack of explosives that had already been tied to the fuse came roaring.

"Let's go!" The chief sect pulled out the message tube and threw the explosives at the foot of the sender. His legs suddenly stomped the ground, and the man used his strength to jump out of the explosion range.

"Boom!" The explosives and the sender flew into the sky together. The hot air waves pushed the nearby people far away, and the rest were also stunned.

"Puff...puff!" The Allied Commander, who was gnawing mud, pushed the stunned soldiers beside him hatefully, "What are you doing when you are standing there? Chase!"

"Sir, sir..." Unexpectedly, the soldier who was usually very brave was stuttering and couldn't speak clearly at this moment, and he rolled and crawled backwards.

"Are you just a few little thieves? What are you afraid of?!... Hum?" The commander who thought his subordinate was timid wanted to stand up, but suddenly he felt something sound, something that he was very familiar with.

"Damn!"

The commander had only had time to say these two words. A landing cabin that had lost its directional direction fell from the sky and swallowed his place. The landing cabin with a poor landing posture crashed into other landing cabins that were docked like a bowling ball. The landing cabin that was knocked away hit a chain of more fragile human bodies, and the miserable was terrified.

As for the brave commander, it has become a stain of blood on the ground.

"Well, we are lucky." The scatter-master who ran to the edge of the airport for hundreds of meters was heard as the opposite side was full of chaos and knew that the sender was destroyed and the landing accident was caused. He pulled open the high-voltage power grid around the airport, and the electric sparks ran around his armor, but they could not hurt the people inside.

"Let's go." The Chief of Staff greeted the others who were still watching and took the lead in stepping out of the airport.

"But Chief Sir, aren't we running away at the last minute?" Dante said nervously.

"Looking at this situation, the airport can't be held for a long time, and there is only one way to die if you kill back. Remember, boy, retreat when it's time to retreat. Heroes are all banned by living people to the dead. I don't want to be a hero." The Chief of the Sgt. wanted to reach out and pat Dante on the shoulder, but when he saw the electric sparks that had not yet dissipated, he shook his head and shook his head and shook his head and shook his head and shook his head and shook his head and shook his head and shook his head.

"Master Chief..." Dante stared blankly as the vicissitudes of tall and vicissitudes disappeared into the fog, and it took him a long time to start and follow him.

At this point, the Yiyi4 team was considered to have withdrawn from the Wudu Airport to defend the battle. The reason why it was said to be "counter" was because there was a lost team member wandering in the fog like a ghost, looking for any object to hunt.

"Where have people died? I'm afraid of death and run away? Tell me, a group of unpromising cowards!" Juan walked on the battlefield cursing.

It's strange that the new federal recruits who didn't want to encounter war were captured by the Allied forces, and Juan was in a desperate situation and was looking for the Allied forces to challenge him everywhere, but he didn't even encounter a ghost. It's a sarcastic story that God's arrangement is ironic. Bullets will hide from people who are not afraid of death. This sentence is very suitable for Juan who is wandering around.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Juan felt something grab his ankle. He looked closely and saw that it was a dying federal soldier!

This unlucky guy seemed to have been hit in the abdomen by a stray bullet flying from somewhere. The bullet made a big hole in his stomach but did not take his life. Blood and intestines flowed weakly along the wound. The fog kept the wound moist and prevented the blood from coagulating. This person's life was only one step away from the end.

What's even more unlucky is that the person he met was Juan.

"Ha..." The man opened his mouth and closed it, like a fish leaving the water.

"What do you want to say?" Juan looked at the dying person with great interest and squatted down.

"Help...help me..." an almost inaudible voice.

"Oh, haven't you given up yet?" Juan pulled the abominable long voice without any sympathy, "What? Do you want me to save you?"

The man shook his head, and the pain reflected in Wu Shen's eyes. He already knew that he was helpless.

"That's it?" Juan actually guessed the request of the dying person, but just didn't say it.

"Give me...that you...that you...that..." The man used all his strength to ask for a few words.

"I want to die by borrowing my hand, right?" Juan looked at the thirsty light in the eyes of the dying person with a strange expression of joy, picked up the rifle beside him. Just as the man's eyes felt even more relieved, his tone suddenly turned like a hellish twist.

"How can that be done? You are my comrade-in-arms, I can't kill you." Juan raised his gun with one hand and shot all the bullets out of the air, completely cutting off the man's method of committing suicide.

"..." The man was desperate. He had no strength to speak. His eyes kept asking why, what I did wrong.

"Do you want to know why?" Juan smiled and pointed at the tattered federal army uniform on his body. "If you kill one, you can kill the second one. This is an exception for you. I am afraid that I will not be able to control myself and kill other people wearing this outfit. I don't want to be imprisoned back to a special prison, so... no."

"…!" The man's pupils suddenly shrank into a ball, and his inner terror was full of fear.

"Goodbye, enjoy the last moment." Juan didn't care about this. He threw away his empty gun, waved his hand and disappeared into the fog.

ps: The New Year... I was looking forward to it when I was a child, but now I am afraid. Why is the gap between being a human being so big? Is the times changed or I changed?

ps2: In short, I restore the pace of update every two days...
Chapter completed!