Marvel Space and Time Administration Growth Log

"Hello... Respected Mr. Lancer." Dizzy spoke in a very polite voice. There was no other way. After all, only the fire source in Lancer's hand had the ability to completely heal him. It was not unfair for him to bow his head.

"How much time do you have left to arrive? Can you hold on? Do you need support?" Lancer asked simply. Megatron was already on his way over. Showing a little kindness to his little brother was also a way of expressing some goodwill. While saying this, Lancer and Amagi exchanged glances.

Tiancheng looked at Lanser with curved eyes. Oh, the commander was so smart. These stupid iron lumps were quite useful. After all, if Lanser didn't speak up, those bitches would never listen to her orders. These big iron guys were probably the highest combat power she could command.

Look, didn't the dizziness expose the Skrulls' deployment? Why did they gather so many people in that place just to turn around and give those old guys a ruthless blow? Hey! After discovering this group of people, Balalaika had already begun to urgently lay out minefields in this direction and strengthened the defense, so the purpose was achieved.

"I've seen where you are. We'll be there in two minutes." Lancer said in a muffled voice. The lady next to Lancer wanted him to scout the area and told him not to be rash. But when he saw the other team's convoy, he got excited and went down. As a result, he was shot by the other team's energy weapons. Now he barely managed to escape with a body covered in black smoke. He had to thank the other team for not being proficient in using these energy weapons, otherwise he would not have been able to escape alive.

What Dizzy didn't know was that the group of Skrulls who were attacked by him were also still in shock. After all, the shock wave caused by Dizzy's landing overturned a quarter of the vehicles in their camp. The scene was really too horrifying. Then, the machine guns and helicopter blades in his hands rushed back and forth in the convoy like mowing the grass, killing hundreds of Skrulls. In the end, if the camp was not big enough and people from other places rushed up with energy weapons, they would really be killed by this guy.

This was also the first time that the Decepticons had a head-on battle with the Skrulls. Both sides suffered heavy losses, but... there was only one Dizzy on the Decepticon side!

"It looks like your injuries are really bad." Seeing the dizzy body of sparks and lightning after turning into a human form, Lanser smiled and gave him a wave of electric therapy from the fire source in his hand. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes...thank you."

So you see, Decepticons can be polite, right?

2-72 Mr. Wei arrives

"What the hell is this thing?!" Prigogin looked at the fighter planes falling rapidly from the sky, and when they landed, they suddenly turned into huge robots and fell to the ground. Well... and there were no idea how many of them there were. Several people jumped off the ship, and the SUV that had been parked at the dock for a long time suddenly stood up. A large group of robots respectfully saluted the largest one among them.

Of course, Prigogin was sure that this was not an enemy, because as soon as the biggest guy landed, the Atlas warriors present immediately began to cheer! Megatron seemed to be in a good mood because he remembered the warriors of various races who followed the Cybertron flag led by him in the past, and he waved to them happily.

If Prigogin is still unable to recover from this reaction, then he would be underestimating this "cook" who has made it to the top of Russia!

"Is this your trump card?" Prigogine lit a cigarette for himself and glanced at the Wagner crowd next to him, who were not much more famous than him. Everyone had a shocked expression on their faces. Prigogine smiled bitterly and turned to look at Hammer who had just rushed over.

"Trump card? No, it's not a damn trump card. They were found by Lancer, and he is their ally." Hammer said this with his hands on his hips. Although this group is irritable, they still have a relatively simple sense of display. As long as he says nice things and makes the battle objectives clear, these big guys will really execute them. As a general, how can he hate such soldiers? "And we are partners in the battle with them."

After saying this, Hammer took the initiative to greet him, walked in front of Megatron, stood at attention, and saluted. Megatron also knelt on one knee to show his respect, lowering his height as much as possible, expressing that he and Hammer in front of him were almost equal, then knocked on his chest armor, and stood up again after completing the etiquette.

Just like Hammer has a good impression of the Decepticons, Megatron also has a good impression of this stubborn, old-fashioned, but protective general. After roughly figuring out why he defected from the United States, he simply expressed his contempt for the stupidity of the US government.

"I'm very happy that we can fight side by side again."

Megatron is shiny and his armor plates look thicker. Megatron, who is full of energy, looks more majestic and powerful than before.

"It's my honor." Hammer nodded and gestured to Megatron, "This is Commander Wagner, Mr. Prigogin, who is working with us."

"Hello, Mr. Prigogin." Megatron simply nodded and looked back. Starscream, who was arguing with Soundwave, immediately chose to shut up. "I heard that your front line is under a lot of pressure?"

"Yes, but after they failed in their attempt to penetrate us, they just blocked us. Unfortunately, we still don't have enough manpower. Keeping the bridgehead we established in the previous stage is almost the limit of what we can do." Hammer shook his head. "The enemy has more than four times the manpower in front of us, and there is no shortage of indirect fire weapons. It is a bit difficult for us to break through."

Gravik's choice was very direct. After investing some manpower and trying it out, he changed to maintaining a high-pressure situation. He was sure that although your combat effectiveness was good, you only had so many people, and there were not enough people to attack and defend.

Moreover, Gravik recently sent a small force on speedboats to carry out pure harassment on Crimea. Peter Hammer and Utkin had to send out patrols to search for these damn dogs, which also involved a lot of energy from both Wagner and Atlas.

Fortunately, what is deployed here is the original model jammer given by the Decepticons, which has a larger coverage area and better effect. Of course, people can directly insert energy blocks. Humans have not yet developed the technology in this area. Even if there are some reserves in the Decepticon warehouse in Atlas, we have seen how they mess with the energy blocks.

But the old fox Ains knew very well how to deal with these proud and somewhat arrogant guys. If you don't say it and I don't mention it, everyone will just pretend that this colorful thing doesn't exist. Although Ivan was very curious about this high-density energy, how can you guys knead it as if you were folding a quilt, and you can also cut it with your bare hands.

But because Ivan himself is also a generous and particular person, although he is very curious, he also keeps in sync with his boss and does not do anything about the energy block technology. After all, there is a huge difference between what you give and what I ask for.

Recently, the Decepticons have allowed Ivan and Atlas's technicians to closely observe the process of making energy blocks. After all, for the Decepticons, the energy block technology is a mature technology system in the Cybertron Empire, and it is not an advanced technology. At most, it has a certain technical content. If the energy block is not highly sought after in the whole galaxy, they may not mind sharing it.

"Do you have a corresponding battle plan?" Megatron glanced at Hammer. "I don't believe you don't have a corresponding plan. Except for Barricade, Digger, and Dizzy, all the Decepticons have gathered here. I don't believe you don't have your own ideas about such a terrifying force."

"Hey..." Hammer laughed. He did not deny Megatron's guess. No one would refuse such an opportunity to plan a surprise attack by a powerful battle group with the full participation of the Decepticons.

"I have prepared a command area and a rest area for you that is similar to our base. Please move over." Hammer was in no hurry to speak. He just invited Megatron to go with him to the command post that had just been fully renovated.

"Okay." Megatron did not refuse.

On the way to the headquarters, Megatron took the time to chat with Lancer and learned about the situation on the front line. Lancer was not polite and sent most of the battlefield intelligence he had to Megatron. After all, in the coming period of time, Megatron and his men will have to undertake very heavy combat tasks.

Megatron was very satisfied with Lancer's honesty. He said that if Lancer needed it, Digger and Dizzy could be temporarily assigned to him, and Roadblock, as his intelligence officer, needed to return to his side.

"We have to admit something terrifying." Hammer sighed, "Our people are outside the jammer area, and we are at a huge disadvantage when facing the Skrulls..."

"I understand that their racial talents are very difficult for ordinary organic beings to endure." Megatron glanced at Hammer and Prigogin, with a hint of sneer in his tone.

"No, it's not just that. There are also some things like their super soldiers, superior weapons and equipment, and... their manpower advantage." Hammer sighed. "Although I don't want to admit it and I want to curse them, for them, this is a racial crisis in a sense. If they can't withstand our attack... we will eliminate all aliens and alien species on this land, regardless of age or whether they have made mistakes."

"So their will to fight is very strong. Even those who don't want to fight will not hesitate at all when pulling the trigger." Prigogin glanced at the huge robot beside him, crossed his arms, and looked at the sand table in front of him. "It's so ironic that there are anti-war voices among us."

Yes, no matter how well some big countries have covered their stocks during this period, not all of them have done so.

The Skrulls are all in Ukraine, and many are abroad. They released the news very deliberately, and then some people began to think that they should have a good talk with these aliens. Wouldn't it be fine as long as they don't change?

The current mainstream media will not mention a word about this argument. Naturally, someone will go looking for these people. After all, ever since the "Hydra Lord" reported the case to the intelligence systems of various countries on a large scale, everyone has been tracking down those Skrulls who escaped and were not caught. And it is obvious that at least some of the people behind these arguments should have had contact with these Skrulls.

"It doesn't matter. When the war breaks out in full swing and casualties begin to surge, the war is no longer about justice. I believe Russia has no worries in terms of truth." Megatron looked over and Prigogin nodded. Although the words were unpleasant to hear, this was the way it was. Anger and pain would tear apart all opposition.

Russia paid a huge price for its reckless advance, and also proved a very obvious situation to everyone: the Skrulls are a nation of soldiers and it is not a joke. The advancing Russians soon fell into a quagmire, as if there were endless Skrulls everywhere, and the density and intensity definitely exceeded Vietnam and Afghanistan.

"So you guys are temporarily stopping your advance?" Megatron looked at the two people in front of him, "Because once the battle line leaves the range of the jammer, it will enter the battle zone that the Skrulls are best at, right?"

"You're right, but Lancer's fishing operation seems to be going smoothly..." Hammer looked at the map on the sand table, "Two hours ago, it was confirmed that the enemy's vanguard began to exchange fire with those old guys. Those old guys fought very well."

"..." Prigogin's expression was somewhat unnatural. After all, these old guys in Soviet military uniforms clearly had some conflicts with the current Russian regime.

"It looks like it will be time for the main course soon."

"Yes, there is only one variable left, but Lancer said to leave it to him."

"If it's him, you can trust him."

2-73 The breached position

"These guys really don't care about fighting." An old soldier silently hung the ammunition belt of the PKM and gently pulled the bolt. The yellow ammunition belt swept across the land that was still a little wet in the early morning as he moved.

"Move closer, these guys should be new here, we don't know yet..." The assistant shooter on the side said in a low voice. Such unlucky guys have come in waves in the past few days, but the number of people who came before was not many, only a few or a dozen people.

These guys should be a forward reconnaissance team, and they often have to retreat after stepping on landmines in the woods or nearby. There is no other way, because these old killers have placed too many explosives in the woods. There are all kinds of tripwires and mines from all ages, ranging from those that can damage armored vehicles three stories high to those that just break people's legs.

Now these people never go into the woods unless necessary, and if they do, there are only a few fixed routes to take. If you take a wrong step, you never know if someone will find a grenade or some other explosive on the ground to give you a little surprise.

"At least this time, they found a safe passage..." The machine gunner raised his eyebrows to the side, the murderous grin on his face no longer hidden.

"We are the third point. We can only open fire after the first two points have reloaded." The assistant gunner said as he quickly took a spare iron box to his side and unfastened the buckle on it. In a moment, he could lift the lid and take out the cute little yellow creature inside!

"Shut up, I know..." The machine gunner licked his dry lips. At this time, the machine gun position on the left suddenly started firing. The 57-year-old man's voice was so loud that it almost covered the roar of the machine gun. However, the DP machine gun only had 47 rounds of bullets. Even if it was short, it would not take long to use up the bullets. After a while, it stopped spitting bullets.

The Skrulls, who had just been suppressed by the sudden machine gun, immediately stood up and began to fight back. Dense fire points kept jumping in the woods, and then two figures were seen running away in a burst of bullets that were almost biting their heels. The old man also changed speed and turned very quickly, making it difficult for these guys to get ahead of themselves.

"Hey... almost a whole platoon, at least 4 people fell, and I don't know if the other two who fell are still breathing. Tsk, they are dragged up, and they don't look dead yet." The deputy gunner had good eyesight and quickly commented on the previous machine gun team's combat results. He also counted the lit gunfire points inside his collar and subconsciously calculated the size of the enemy's troop strength.

"The attack is still continuing. These bastards are conducting firepower reconnaissance. Tell the mortars in the back to not get too damn close. It's just a platoon. It's not worth it for us to expose the positions of all the machine guns." The machine gunner stared into the woods. Although the Skrulls also changed their positions after firing a few shots, they could probably see it this clearly.

"Okay!" The deputy gunner picked up the radio at hand and reported the situation to the commander of their squad. Because the artillery position had been calibrated long ago, within a few minutes, the 60mm light mortar shells began to fall continuously in the woods. At this moment, several machine gun positions also stopped firing.

At this time, some old soldiers holding rifles began to lean forward and started to cause trouble for the Skrulls who were hiding from the shells.

Moreover, these old guys were all very good at shooting. The Skrulls, who had already suffered a lot under the bombardment, were now unable to move. They could only apply to quickly end this damn bombardment. They still wanted to go back alive...

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" After seeing the eighth of his men fall, the Skrull officer gave the order to retreat with a grim look on his face. After all, they had found a safe passage through this damn forest today. There were too many mines in this damn forest!

"Defend the artillery hole!" The machine gunner quickly signaled his deputy gunner to get ready. The Skrulls are not the kind of people who would stand up and continue to take the beating after being hit. They would launch a crazy counterattack. The opponent's long-range firepower level is not bad, and they are very familiar with various types of Soviet-made artillery. There is reason to suspect that these bastards have served in the Ukrainian army.

"Okay!" The assistant gunner responded quickly. The anti-artillery hole for the two of them was right behind them. As long as they were not directly hit by artillery larger than 50 mm, they would be safe.

And sure enough, after a few minutes of silence, the explosion hit their area. However, it seemed that the other side was also holding back on ammunition. After a minute or two, the not-so-intensive explosions disappeared silently. The two machine gunners squatting in the anti-artillery hole looked at each other, shrugged, and continued to hold the lunch rolls that were getting hot in their hands, waiting to eat the butter rice dumplings.

Yes, because of a certain guy's phone call, the thing called 08 individual rations had already started to be produced in small quantities in 08, and then was purchased by Lancer and thrown to Atlas. Now it is naturally supplied to Wagner's soldiers, but the Wagner soldiers who were raising supplies did not like it, so it was thrown by Lancer to these former Soviet veterans.

The Soviet veterans didn't mind the slightly bad taste. On the contrary, they were very satisfied that they could eat a hot and carbohydrate-rich meal in 5 minutes on the front line, which could quickly fill their stomachs. As for the sticky taste complained by the Atlas soldiers, isn't it just convenient for you to hold and chew on the battlefield? What's there to argue about? The Americans are just hypocritical.

But the two machine gunners were somewhat depressed because the interval between the shelling was too short. They had just heated up their food when the shelling stopped. They didn't even have time to eat a bite. The two picked up their guns and walked out of their anti-gun cave and rest room carefully, and then met the eyes of a Skrull who had just jumped into the trench.

The deputy shooter who went out first immediately raised the muzzle of his gun, and seven or eight bullets poured out as soon as he pulled the trigger, shooting the opponent down directly. The machine gunner who jumped out from behind him raised his PKM and fired two long shots from the waist, and four or five Skrulls who had landed or were about to land were instantly shot dead in the other direction.

The gunshots from these two places were like signal flares. This trench, which was not the front, was suddenly filled with gunshots. The rear positions immediately used mortars to cover the front of the trench, successfully blocking the Skrulls' attack! At the same time, several heavy machine gun fire points in the rear also began to fire and harvest. Most of the Skrull soldiers did not have time to react and were swept down by the flying barrage of bullets.

"Fuck!" After a Skrull was knocked down by the machine gunner with an empty PKM round, there were suddenly several gunshots and the machine gunner fell down. The assistant gunner quickly pulled out the Makarov pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger continuously at the Skrull who fired the shot, shooting him to the ground. Then he knelt down powerlessly and fell into the mud.

Because at the moment he fired, a Skrull behind him happened to shoot at him from the trench.

"Joseph..." The machine gunner, whose organs were pierced by two bullets, spit out blood and looked at the Moldovan man lying on top of him. Ah, a week ago, neither of them knew each other, but a week later, they would die together in battle...

"I will avenge you!" He stood up shakily and grabbed the ammunition box that had been on the machine gun position. The ammunition belt in the opened ammunition box was pushed into the magazine, and he held up the ammunition belt with one hand.

"Bastard!" He pulled the trigger. Through his blood-stained glasses, every swaying figure became his target. The Skrull who shot Joseph down was the first to be swept away by the rain of bullets! At the moment when the bullets were exhausted, he seemed to have fulfilled his wish. He lost all support and fell down. The Skrull who rushed behind him didn't even have time to shoot, but after he fell, the Skrull still shot him twice more.

"Boom!" A huge explosion occurred at the mortar position. The Skrulls threw explosives into the gun pit. Although there was not much ammunition stored here, more than thirty 60mm mortar shells were enough to produce a devastating explosion. The entire artillery crew had no survivors.

"Change ammunition! Change ammunition!" The heavy machine gun positions in the rear were no longer able to move their positions. Their firepower must not be interrupted. The Skrulls had destroyed the mortar positions. There were only two heavy machine guns left to suppress the entire position. The other one seemed to have some problems. Not only was the firepower intermittent, but the accuracy was also completely gone. However, this was not the time for him to worry about these things.

"Damn it!" The assistant machine gunner suddenly knocked the main gunner away, and the next moment, the explosion hit them.

The flying machine gun mount directly smashed the assistant gunner's chest, and the main gunner was pierced by shrapnel. In the distance, the muzzle of a BMP2 was flashing with fire, and the 30mm machine gun was firing fiercely. The remaining veterans on the entire position were overwhelmed by this infantry fighting vehicle and coupled with the massive Skrull attacks, the veterans had no chance to destroy the infantry fighting vehicle with their RPGs.

"Retreat!" The officer in charge of this position looked at this scene, sighed, took out a signal gun from his waist, loaded a signal flare from his waist into it, pulled the trigger into the air, and a red signal flare flew into the air. Almost immediately, the second red signal flare also flew into the air.

"Go!" A group of veterans threw grenades and smoke bombs into the trench, then they leaned over the edge of the trench, rolled out, and then stood up and started running wildly.

2-74 There is a problem

"All our main positions were attacked and held back. The enemy launched attacks along the gaps between our positions... If it weren't for everyone's strong will to fight, we would have almost been eaten up by the enemy in the entire northwest corner on the first day." Balalaika smoked a cigar and looked at the map in front of him. "But they have successfully reached the city... Fortunately, they don't know where the place is..."

The Skrulls' sudden attack was a heavy blow to these veterans who were still basically in the running-in period. From previous infiltration and reconnaissance, they already knew that the Skrull army could arrive at any time, but no one expected that they would come so soon and launch such a determined attack.

Even with the support of some Ukrainian troops who launched spontaneous attacks, these veterans had a very difficult time fighting in most of the positions that came under attack due to various reasons such as equipment confusion and inadequate distribution of supplies. However, after paying a huge price, these veterans temporarily held off the Skrull advance.

Everyone knew that this was just an outpost, because a large and endless stream of Skrull troops were on the way behind. Now both sides were like two bloody gladiators, standing face to face in the duel arena, gathering strength to swing the next sword, and this sword was to seal the fight!

"The lack of tanks and armored vehicles... is too disadvantageous." Balalaika took a long sigh and looked at the battlefield situation in front of him. "After the replacement soldiers are in place, we will immediately launch a counterattack to test their quality and see if they can hold on. Of course, this time we will use our heavy artillery!" While speaking, Balalaika crushed the cigar in his hand fiercely, without a doubt.

"Where are the people retreating?" Several officers looked at each other, and then someone asked in a low voice. This group of veterans who retreated from the front must get a rest. Time is unforgiving. They are basically old guys in their forties and fifties. Their physical fitness can't be compared with that of young men in their twenties. Even compared with those in their thirties, there is a sharp decline.

So these veterans can still fight, but they need to rest to ensure that they can maintain the best combat condition in the next battle. For veterans who are not short of manpower at present, reserve forces can still be mobilized for rotation and rest.

Balalaika's decision is not surprising. It is almost night now. Since we are unable to fight back due to the powerful firepower of the armored units during the day, we can only consider returning the favor at night!

"Based on the squad, we will disperse to the rear for rest and reinforcement to the rear defense line. I have a feeling that tonight will be very lively..." Balalaika took a deep puff of his cigar and then exhaled a cloud of smoke. He pinched the cigar between his index and middle fingers and gently pressed his thumb on the center of his eyebrows. "They want us to have a hard time, but we won't let them have an easy time either."

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"The veterans are fighting very hard." Lancer looked at the images displayed on several screens. Except for the latest image, some veterans gave up riding and moved forward after approaching the front line. In most of the other images, the veterans were engaged in fierce firefights with the Skrulls who were conducting tentative attacks.

There is no way. The previous battles have proved that the Skrull frontline officers are very capable. They are not simply piling up manpower for show, but are very smart in constantly testing the opponent's weak points. By constantly applying pressure, even if you don't have any weak points, they will create one for you!

Such a battle requires a very good rhythm and a very high level of command from the commander. After all, if you mess up, it will be like sprinkling water on the entire front line, and it will be difficult to create a focus of attack. In this way, it will be a tactic of adding fuel to the fire and will be inferior.

However, in Lancer's subconscious, he was somewhat disdainful of this tactic. It would be enough for Sister Li to lead Griffin's men to launch a charge, using Griffin's troops to attack one point... Lancer rubbed his temple and cut off his thoughts.

Well, I can’t think about it anymore. If I think too much, I’ll be beaten by Fei Ma.

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Lancer: Send!

I am not that saber. If I rush forward, no one will pay for me. After all, if I lead the team to rush forward, I can indeed break through the battle line and make the Skrulls' plan collapse completely. After all,

Now with the firepower of the ship girls around me... let alone destroying a river, it is easy for them to create a pit the size of West Lake.

But Lancer and his men were not just trying to count on such a small amount of manpower. The tens of thousands of people here, or even hundreds of thousands, were just appetizers that could not fill the stomachs of those NATO generals. What's more, what they wanted was to completely eliminate the Skrull combat effectiveness in eastern Ukraine, and then... then it would all depend on that old bastard Norman.

For the blue and pure world!

Well, this sentence is quite suitable for the Venerable’s B style. I’ll tell Perseus later.

Amid the strange looks from the humanoids and shipgirls, Lancer knocked his head and took a deep breath, "We... cough cough..." Lancer coughed twice, and almost didn't say things like "CV prepare for airstrike" and "BB follow me" that would definitely be suppressed. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"This is such an abrupt change of subject. Commander, are you trying to hide something?" 97 whispered in 95's ear, and then 95 tapped her on the head lovingly, telling her not to talk nonsense, otherwise when she crawls into the commander's bed at night, she will be used as a pillow and no one will save her.

"Hammer has taken the initiative to launch an attack in order to relieve the pressure on Odessa, and Wagner is also attacking." M4 moved the two flags outward, pulled out the two green flags, and then signaled to Lancer that he could continue.

"Have the Decepticons joined the battle?" Lancer was not worried about the outcome of the battle. Wagner and Atlas were not like those veterans who lacked long-range weapons. Whether it was the SOPII modified truck cannon running around on the front line, or the 130mm cannon prepared in the rear in anticipation of the situation, their range and power were much better than the old 2mm from World War II.

"There is no news in the currently known information sources." M4 snapped his fingers, and all the screens on the tablet in front of Lancer immediately refreshed with a circle of information, but Lancer put down the tablet. Although most of the information on it has been kept up to date as much as possible, it is all "past tense". The value of taking a look at it is just to understand the battle situation.

Even so, they had no way to confirm the situation on the front line. Going to Hammer to ask at this time would definitely make things difficult for themselves. And based on Lanser's understanding of Hammer, this old guy would definitely let him mind his own business and not ask too many questions. He would also ask him to urge Koko to deliver the next batch of ammunition and fodder as soon as possible.

"They have already joined the battle!" Brother Sixteen looked at Lancer. "I asked Yun Xuan, and he has confirmed the news. They have indeed begun to join the battle, but their numbers are small and they are scattered. They are basically in a fight-and-run mode."

"..." Lan Se squinted his eyes and looked at the sand table in front of him, lost in thought for a moment.

"Commander?" The agent tilted her head slightly. "Do you need to prepare afternoon tea when it's over?" The once iron-blooded housekeeper is now just a useless person who wants to train her man to be lazy. She has no interest in war.

"No, no need... This is all very reasonable, but I always feel like there is something wrong." Lancer looked at the sand table in silence, "This is all too consistent with our expectations. The Skrulls are fighting almost according to our guesses! This doesn't make sense!"

Although Lancer and the others were scolding before, many of the Skrulls may have served in the local area, which can explain their proficiency in a large number of Soviet weapons. But after all, civilizations are different, and the Skrulls are fundamentally different from humans. They have their own complete civilization! So you expect them to fight like humans...

This! There! Is! A! Problem!

The Skrulls are already a cosmic civilization, and they are already a world away from humans. According to Lancer's guess, even the Lord of the Griffin in another world would have to admit that the Skrulls' regular army is very strong! Even if all of them are Skrull refugees, where do they get their regular army from? !