Eh? Do you also want to try the iron fist of the humanoid girl?

Warner leaned over and the two helmets collided with a clang.

"If I say that only 46% of the amphibious combat vehicles in our division can be operated, do you think the situation is not serious?"

Jack stared down at the map spread out on his knees. "What about the Army?"

"Well, they're not much better."

As the two of them were talking quietly, the convoy set off along a supply road. The wide road was crowded with vehicles.

The muddy road was undulating, with puddles of water on both sides shining brightly. The first aid kit was like the rind of bacon, almost in a straight line, stretching straight across the field.

There were crossroads from time to time on the road, and the signboards at the crossroads were filled with the emblems of various troops, as well as the names of villages and directions.

Rumors are no longer important at this point!

At about 4:20 in the morning, even Rembert Warner and Wallis Jack, who were sitting next to the engine, heard intermittent explosions coming from the direction of the border.

Before daybreak, the northern sky had already been painted red. The driver used the large night vision device on the vehicle to clearly see the fighter planes patrolling along the marching route dropping their payloads.

Whenever spots of light appear rhythmically in the dark night sky, it means that the fighter jets have finished dropping their bombs and are following standard operating procedures to avoid possible ground-to-air threats.

Obviously, the air forces carrying out combat missions are searching for all possible targets and destroying all possible targets.

At this time, the driver also saw that there were suddenly more than a dozen light spots flying towards the border above his head.

He guessed it was the Army's ATACMS missile, and considering that the M270 launch platform has been completely retired, it is the HIMARS system that is at work.

"Want a cigarette?" Jack said.

"want."

Warner deserves it.

When he was 16 years old, he and a friend drank a whole bottle of homemade liquor in a restaurant opened by his family during the holidays. As a result, alcohol poisoning almost took Warner's life.

From then on, he would vomit whenever he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

So as a heavy smoker, Warner often used his alcohol quota to exchange for cigarette quotas with non-smoking officers.

Nicotine brought a little clarity to the two men and cleared away the strong smell of gasoline and sweat in the car.

45 minutes later, the Marines stopped temporarily on the outskirts of the town entering the "Turtle Mountain Provincial Park".

Warner opened the car door in confusion and found several people gathered around a dirty Hummer in the town square, holding red lights and discussing non-stop.

Well, the battalion commanders and their assistant sergeants were discussing the next route of advance.

"Which bastard sent us to the primitive park?" the battalion gunnery sergeant shouted.

The rich tobacco saliva that came out of his mouth was blown away by the wind and fell on the faces of several friends around him like fine raindrops.

"This has to be the stupidest thing we've ever been asked to do."

"Who said we are the Marines? Hahaha..."

Warner didn't know anything else, but at this moment, the entire battalion was like a pistol with bullets loaded, aiming at one person's head.

At the same moment today, thousands of other troops are embarking on the same journey.

The convoy stayed for about half an hour, and then the convoy of the First Reconnaissance Battalion drove back onto the highway - a narrow, dilapidated muddy dirt road, with either water or semi-dry and semi-wet woodlands on both sides.

Thousands of vehicles — Humvees, mine-resistant vehicles, amphibious combat vehicles and trucks — clog the highway.

The train started moving again, cautiously and slowly as a snail.

Chapter 71 Successful Breakthrough

Passing through the dense forests of the lake region, Warner began to feel the scale of the operation firsthand. His car slowly passed through the fenced areas.

The tankers, tractors, construction machinery and engineering vehicles parked there will be ready to follow after the combat troops enter Canada.

There are also large FOB supply stations with mountains of ammunition, fuel and ration food boxes.

On the roadside stood steel pipes that military construction workers were welding together into a pipeline to supply fuel and water to the troops heading north.

It's a really bustling scene.

In any case, all of this is being pieced together - the people and the equipment - into one big machine.

Although at the small unit level, Warner only sees the individual moving parts——

The Marines shouted loudly, asking other vehicles to get out of the way; some jumped out of their cars and urinated hurriedly on the side of the road; someone drove a wrong turn and was anxious to contact his direct troops.

——At this time, the whole machine is running non-stop.

This machine of violence will travel hundreds of kilometres to Winnipeg, destroying buildings, smashing cars and tanks, leaving holes in people's bodies, mutilating them, and tearing children to pieces.

There is no denying that war causes many tragedies. This machine assembled in the woods can do some tasks well.

Not long after, the convoy set off again.

"How far are we now?" Warner couldn't help but ask the tank commander. He turned around from the roof turret and looked at the Marines inside through the gap.

“Only a few kilometers.”

At this moment, everyone heard a thunderous sound, as if the world would fall apart at any time.

Warner opened the firing hole and looked out, and immediately saw a terrible scene. The situation before him was chilling.

The same was true for the other soldiers in the transport cabin. After opening their respective holes, they stared with their mouths open unconsciously.

It would have been a beautiful sight if it weren't for the ominous roars and constant explosions, but these shelling and explosions made them realize that thousands of lives might have been sacrificed along the border.

The sky was red, thick gray smoke rolled up from the ground, and flames shot through the smoke and high into the sky.

Shells and bombs rained down on the border that had been sentenced to death, and the explosions blended together to form a devastating hell.

Occasionally, you can see a bright light rising in the distance, flying several kilometers into the night sky, and then suddenly exploding like a firework.

It's crazy, no one can survive this madness!

The tank continued to move forward, and after passing a bend, the commander suddenly shouted: "Front, fire!"

When Warner heard the captain's voice, he immediately stood up and approached the cab, asking, "What's going on?"

"The lucky one who slipped through the net."

The lucky guy the commander was referring to was a group of Canadian soldiers about a hundred meters ahead who were building fortifications and blocking the road.

At this time, there were two or three civilian cars being inspected at the intersection.

Canadian soldiers are still not alert at all and are checking vehicles and repairing fortifications step by step.

They may know that the US military has launched an air strike, but they have never heard of the US ground forces coming, so when the LAV series of amphibious vehicles came towards them, their brains did not react at all.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

It was not until the vehicle-mounted 25mm machine gun opened fire that the people were awakened from their panic.

As the bullets struck, the Canadian soldiers suffered heavy losses. At least six of them were knocked down in the first moment and turned into a pool of rotten meat.

The tank moved along the road while firing forward.

The battle started suddenly, and the gunfire gradually became more and more frequent. Car No. 2 of Platoon D drove up and drove side by side with the lead car.

Two terrifying tongues of fire swept out directly, and the Canadian soldier in front who was stunned was broken into two on the spot.

The other two vehicles in the platoon turned off the road and moved slowly forward in the mud. Of course, the weapons on the vehicles never rested.

Whether it's a machine gun or a grenade launcher, fire at positions where the enemy may be hiding.

Before Warner finished reporting what had happened to D Platoon, the tank continued to move forward.

It happened too fast. The Canadian army, which had been preparing for half a year, was like thin paper and broke at the slightest poke.

But the Canadians did not surrender, and throughout the morning they bombarded the advancing Marines and Army troops sporadically and without apparent effect.

At around 7 a.m., D Platoon saw a small group of Canadian troops continuing to lay mines nearby.

With the support of heavy artillery, rockets and bombers, the door to Winnipeg was opened.

The 1st Marine Division advanced northward smoothly, and then advanced along the road with almost no resistance to a place about 30 kilometers from the target city.

The Leopard 2A6 tank battalion mentioned in the briefing was well hidden by the Canadians and never showed up.

Warner's Cha Battalion was leading the charge ahead of the main force of the 1st Marine Division because it would be one of the fastest-moving troops on the battlefield.

Although the LAV25s, Humvees and mine-resistant vehicles it is equipped with are relatively old, they are still much faster than other troops that rely on tracked equipment.

And because they are fewer in number, they are more mobile than large-scale massed enemy forces.

According to Yu Dong's theory of warfare, their main advantage was their relative speed, not their insignificant firepower.

Their reconnaissance battalion was about to arrive in Winnipeg, and in the battalion commander's vision, it should become a major force to create chaos on the battlefield.

During this period of the invasion, the soldiers of the reconnaissance battalion thought they were here for tourism, rather than to carry out a routine reconnaissance mission, to seize a bridge over a river; to occupy an important hub...

As a result, apart from encountering some obstacles when crossing the border, they spent the rest of the time wandering around following the tanks and made no achievements at all.

……

Raphael and her puppet sisters, who were far away on the Rhine River, had no idea that the United States and Canada were fighting each other.

At this moment, they are looking for a suitable ferry.

What the region will become in the future no longer matters to them.

"Do we go into the water from here?" Lingyin was already tired of searching, "It's just a broken river."

"Amenos!" Raphael was equally irritable, "How about listening to what you are saying?"

If the data connection is poor after entering the water, she will need to go back and forth three times to drag her sisters' bodies over.

It would be convenient if it was a brainless puppet, just blow up its body.

But they can't.

After Raphael put the plan of obtaining a complete mind core on his to-do list, he looked at the rivers on both sides and sighed softly.

It seems like there are more and more things to do.

Chapter 72 Return to the safe zone

At 12 o'clock midnight, the car was driving on the road. Raphael looked out the window and saw that the farther he was from the Main Frankfurt blockade, the heavier the traffic outside became.

Some headed west, while others, like Raphael and the others, headed east. In any case, these vehicles would avoid the military restricted area.

After several months of siege and blockade, people living outside have become accustomed to the existence of the military restricted area. As long as they do not approach, they will not be taken away for questioning by the National Defense Forces.

The windows of this car are quite dark. If you don't open the windows, it would be difficult for outsiders to notice that there are fully armed girls inside.

Asuka was driving fast at this time, while Luhui, who was sitting next to her, looked at the navigation on her mobile phone from time to time, and then at the map in her hand to make sure that she was driving in the right direction of Leipzig.

Lingyin rummaged around in the car, and after all her efforts, she only found 19 euros in cash, as well as some miscellaneous red-light district cards and adult products.

Raphael looked out the car window, warily scanning the scene on the side of the road that was rapidly receding.

When the car left the highway and entered the town, she saw a young girl standing on the side of the road, painting the wall with oil paint.

Seeing this, she suddenly realized that this was no longer a war zone.

It was not easy to navigate the filthy Main River, even though it was the best crossing they could find.

In order to prevent people from crossing the river and leaving, the National Defense Force responsible for the blockade set up an 18-kilometer blockade net on the river bank, and also had patrol teams and fixed watchtowers on duty for observation.

After crossing the river under the cover of night, Rafael had no choice but to stay in the water and walked for seven hours with only his head and shoulders exposed to find a landing point that was not patrolled by Wehrmacht soldiers.

She looked at Twitter for a while, which was full of joyous scenes, and then put her phone aside.

The carnival phenomenon on the Internet is inevitable, and the happiest people are Americans.

They assumed that the U.S. military would win, and considering the serious landslide fluid pollution in the United States, it is natural and natural for them to feel jubilant at the seizure of such a large amount of green and pollution-free land.

This war is both unexpected and inevitable. Attacking Canada, a country that is weak and has a vast territory, is undoubtedly the best choice at this stage.

How long can Canada last? I don't know, at least a week, at most a month.

Judging from its military strength, it would be great if Canada could hold out for three days under multi-front attacks.

At this time, Luhui took out some chocolate from her wet backpack and passed it around, then said to Raphael with a smile: