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"Commander, do you think they have extra troops and are not taking any action?" M4 hesitated, and Lancer nodded.

"So what should we do now? If we attack with all our might, not to mention the direction..." Brother Sixteen crossed his arms, looking like he had a headache. "That doesn't fit what you were thinking just now, Commander."

"Yes!" Lanser sighed, "We need as much intelligence as possible. The fog on the battlefield is too heavy right now."

"Then we'll have to collect them ourselves." M4 sighed. This situation was not good. Ukraine was so big, and even Odessa was not a small town. If Lancer's few men were sent out, they would disappear completely.

"No..." Lanser shook his head and crossed his arms. "Maybe we can ask a local hydra for information." Lanser raised his lips. "Please help me contact Perseus and ask him to contact other Hydras. Send us a copy of the information from their perspective."

"You asked Perseus for information about other Hydras?!" RO635 was a little stunned. After all, in most people's eyes, Hydra was a bad guy with a head full of ulcers and pus under his feet. If the commander asked them for information, would they give it to him? !

"Hey! I believe something must have happened to them, but it's too late to care now."

"Okay, as you wish! Let's get moving, Brother Sixteen stays here! The rest of you should go and have a good rest!

These are the only days we have free time.”

"it is good!"

2-75 US Special Forces Team

After the shells exploded repeatedly on the ground, dark craters were left on the earth. After the veterans wearing night vision goggles launched a large-scale night attack at night, the Skrulls' positions, which had not yet had time to consolidate, were in chaos all night.

In the end, they took down most of the positions and did not survive the night. As dawn broke, the tired Skrulls had to retreat to a relatively stable position. Afterwards, both sides chose to carry out devastating artillery bombardment on this area. Artillery shells and rockets rained down on this jagged position from several directions.

That morning, both sides welcomed the dawn amidst such ruins.

"It's not very rational for you to do this..." Lennox leaned against a half-trenches, glanced at the half-body that was still burning not far away, and took a deep breath. They were the unlucky guys who arrived last night and were pulled from the Middle East by Ross to join the battle. They didn't even have time to change out of their desert camouflage and were as conspicuous as a target.

After Lennox said this, the Russian veteran next to him heard it, but smiled and just handed over an old-fashioned kettle and a bag of cooled rice dumplings.

"08... I hate this number." Epps, who was on the other side of Lennox, also received a bag and ate the sticky rice. "Do you have any more hot sauce?"

"They've been collected... Drink them with water when necessary to keep your body warm." Lennox sighed. These were obviously different from MREs. They were self-heating individual rations that came from nowhere, but were basically designed to provide enough calories and a sense of fullness. Then, these Russian veterans opened all the packages, collected all the hot sauces, and then supplied them to those on duty at night.

"Okay..." Epps looked at their position which had collapsed for the most part, with a helpless expression on his face. They had received an order last night to observe and collect information about the battle between the Skrulls and these veterans. As a result, they ran into the elite hunting force of the Skrulls on the way. The two sides fought fiercely, and Lennox relied on rockets and other large explosives to repel the other side.

At that time, Renosk knew that something was wrong and urged his teammates to move as quickly as possible. However, before they could go too far, they were blocked by the Skrulls. With such an overwhelming gap of a few against hundreds, Renosk and several of his subordinates thought that they were almost going to die here. However, no one expected that a bright future would suddenly come.

The Skrulls were suddenly bombarded, and then under the suppression of several machine guns, Renosk successfully led his teammates to meet up with the veterans, and then joined the last wave of attacks at night without asking any questions. And now they and the veterans were limp in the position they had taken down and held all night.

"These guys...don't they look similar to us?" Epps was silent for a while, then poured all the pineapple in the fruit bag into his mouth. "Who made this? It's not sweet at all."

"Look at the Chinese characters above, they should be from China." Lennox suddenly made a quiet gesture when he said this, and a group of veterans around him immediately put their hands on their guns. Everyone held their breath and squinted their eyes, and then soon, in the natural environment, they heard a faint rustling sound.

The two veterans lay on the ground and slowly crawled to the other end of the trench. There was broken glass on the ground that they had placed long ago, which served as a means of observation like a rearview mirror.

"Damn it... They probably thought we had given up and were marching past us." The soldier who was observing said in a very low voice, "There are a lot of them! If they open fire, we'll be dead."

"There is an emergency station at most 900 meters behind us." The leading veteran said, pulling the bolt directly. "American, you don't have to stay with us. Take your people and retreat, and bring the intelligence to the back. Remember, don't use the radio at will, the other side is monitoring us!"

"What about you?" Lennox looked at the old men in front of him with a surprised look on his face. The veterans laughed and hit him. "If you really want to say something, alert the first aid station. Good luck."

"..." Renosk looked up at his fellow soldiers. Except for Epps who winked at him like a muscle twitch, the others showed hesitation in the fight. People follow the crowd. When this group of veterans showed their determination to die, they, who were also elite soldiers of the US military, did not want to... run away like a deserter. This made them unable to raise their heads in front of this group of smiling Soviet veterans. Two of them looked at Renosk hesitantly, obviously wanting to stay.

"Phew... I wish you good luck. I swear I will protect the evacuation of the first aid station, even if we fight to the last one!" Renosk solemnly made a promise to the Soviet veteran in front of him.

"Very good... young man, you are a real man!" The veterans laughed. Although they had already urgently notified the people behind them, it was not so easy to evacuate an emergency station. These few minutes were not enough! So Renosk was not a deserter, but he took on another heavy burden! "

Cover them! Ura!"

"Ura!" A row of veterans shouted, then jumped up and started shooting with their guns. The Skrulls who were marching at the edge of the woods not far away were a little dizzy from the sudden attack.

"Grenade!" After Renosk fired two rifle grenades from the 4mm grenade launcher under the M40 into the edge of the woods, he took the lead in climbing out of the trench and running towards the rear. They knew where the first aid station was because there was only a village nearby.

"Good luck to our new friend! Grenade!" The old man shouted, and after emptying the RPD drum in his hand, he threw a grenade. The other comrades around him took this opportunity to change the magazines of their weapons and started shooting again. A half-trench with only 9 veterans left was suppressing hundreds of Skrulls and making them dare not move.

"They are really a group of heroes." Epps held his gun and followed Renosk in the runner. They all knew very well at this time that if they stayed, they would almost certainly die. There was no second possibility.

"Shut up..." Another soldier who was running with his head down cursed in a low voice. He listened to the sparse gunfire behind him and gritted his teeth. There were less than ten people left on the battlefield, facing the attack of the enemy's large force! How long can they hold out? There is no terrain advantage here! And they are blocking the enemy's attack! The lives of these veterans are counting down in seconds.

"Fuck!" Resnok cursed! "Everyone check your weapons and prepare for the assault!" The gunshots from behind were gradually becoming inaudible as the distance increased, but the new gunshots were becoming clearer as they ran for a minute or two. Someone was fighting in front of them, someone was engaging in a battle!

"Damn it! Are they coming from the front?!" Epps cursed and raised his gun, "Let's go kick the ass of these green-skinned bastards!"

"Go, go, go!" Several American soldiers who were still feeling aggrieved about their escape-like behavior roared, took off their grenades while sprinting, pulled out the pins and threw them far away!

Renosk and his men rushed forward from the side, so when they launched the attack, the Skrulls were squeezing their soldiers to the sides because they failed to attack from the front. As a result, one side exposed its back to the annoyed Renosk and his men.

Accurate bursts of fire immediately began to harvest the lives of these Skrulls, and the Skrulls who had never expected to be attacked on the flank were shot down in large numbers in a short period of time. The sudden attack quickly dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the Skrulls, and before the fear spread, the Skrulls suddenly began to retreat collectively.

"Don't chase them. They are waiting for us." Renosk stopped his men from chasing them and said, "Let's go to the first aid station and check the situation first."

"Where are old Tarov and the others?" An old soldier with half his face bandaged looked at them with some confusion when he saw Renosk and the others.

"They are blocking the Skrulls' advance, otherwise we can't get through!" Renosk sighed and said vaguely, and then saw the old soldier's eyes darken, "You guys evacuate quickly, we will cover your rear!"

"We were already retreating. This is the second wave of attack, but we can't retreat. The position on the left just collapsed. There are more than 30 wounded people who need to get through in a few minutes. The position on the right hasn't collapsed yet but it's also very difficult. If we retreat..." The old soldier took a deep breath, "You guys go, remember to bring the message back, we will delay their offensive. Before we die, no one can get through our position, but please also prepare the people behind you, and they must prepare anti-tank and armored vehicle equipment as much as possible." The old soldier sighed, and then the expression on his face became proud, "Also go back and tell your commander that our blood is still hot!"

"..." Renosk's eyes turned red in an instant, and he wanted to argue, "I don't want to..."

"Young man, what is your mission? To scout the combat effectiveness of these bastards. Then open your eyes and watch. Now we are not fighting for a certain person or a certain country. We are all the same now!" The old man pressed Renosk's shoulder with a smile on his face.

“……” Renosk was silent.

"boom!"

"Those green-skinned bastards are coming again!"

2-76 Depressed Renosk

"American troops?" Lancer listened to the communication, "Ross, are you sure? There are American troops at this location?" Lancer was confused when he heard Ross's approximate location. This was already the front line of the battle in Odessa. What were the Americans doing there?

As Lancer said this, he rubbed the soft tip of his hand, but was slapped away by the dissatisfied M4. However, M4 looked at the agent speechlessly as he silently pressed Lancer's hand... on his chest, and then Lancer rubbed it!

"Okay, I understand. I'll go find a way first, but you have to be prepared. Um, V22? Are you sure it can fly over? The other side has a lot of individual anti-aircraft missiles." Looking at the smiling agent who was wrapped up and kissed, M4 turned his back and ignored Lancer. You can do it! You have the ability! Humph!

"Okay! No more nonsense, um, see you later." Lanser hung up the phone and patted M4's upturned

Butt, "Get up and work."

"Hmm..." M4 responded, sat up and wanted to get his clothes, but Lancer hugged him, kissed him, and then he got up first.

"Don't you even know how to serve others? You're a piece of Griffin's scrap metal." The agent said this in a low voice, quickly tied his long hair into two buns, put on his clothes and walked over.

"..."M4 was grinding his teeth in hatred, but he had to get up, get dressed, and then go to help Lancer with a stern face as he had business to do.

"Are there any strike drones that can be sent out?" He asked quickly after getting dressed. Although the faint sound of the gunfire had not stopped all night, Lancer, who had just woken up, felt still energetic.

"No, even if there are drones patrolling, they don't have integrated reconnaissance and strike capabilities. SOPII said that the spare parts they carried are no longer sufficient, and the ammunition was all used up last night." M4 sighed and let Lancer hold him in his arms, and continued to report the intelligence Lancer wanted, "A total of 70 armored vehicles and various types of vehicles, 15 tanks, 12 artillery positions, and two Beech anti-aircraft missile launchers were destroyed."

"Oh, they've got anti-aircraft weapons? Send this message to the other companies." Lanser blinked. This victory was a bit exciting. After finishing the key points, Lanser couldn't help but muttered softly, "It's been quite a night..."

For some reason, M4 and the agent looked at each other, and then both turned away with disgust on their faces. Of course, Lancer didn't notice this.

"Then we can only call for Chkalov. I wonder if our drunkard has woken up yet..." Lanser shook his head. He didn't expect that SOPII had gone out to have fun with their only two reconnaissance and strike drones last night. After a night of hard work, they had achieved great results. But! Now they have run out of ammunition...

"Yes!" M4 nodded, turned around and walked out.

When she walked around the corner of the corridor, a door was opened silently, and three or four heads popped out from behind the door.

"M4 has a sour face!" Brother Sixteen said in a low voice.

"How can I not? The agent hasn't come out yet!" RO635 curled his lips. Why did their captain come out obediently?

"…It's already half past seven. If I don't go eat, 95 will probably leave me in a corner to eat cold food." SOPII smacked her lips and said to herself.

"Let's go! Let's go eat!"

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"Damn it! Ammunition!" an American soldier shouted loudly.

However, another Ukrainian veteran next to him directly stuffed an AKM into his hand. After looking at the old man, the American soldier immediately picked up the AKM without any hesitation!

Although the assault rifles in their hands were much more convenient than AKM, so on this snowy morning, Renosk and his men, regardless of whether they were used to using them or not, all switched to various Soviet weapons in a short period of time, and the previous users of these guns were basically evacuated as soon as possible.

"The convoy has passed! Everybody retreat!" Renosk shouted loudly. A convoy of trucks and armored vehicles had just driven away from the road beside the camp, and he immediately shouted loudly.

"You guys..." Epps just stood up and wanted to evacuate, but he found that the Soviet veterans beside him seemed to have taken root and were still firing fiercely in the same place. "Hey, man, you guys don't want to stay here and not move, do you?"

"You guys evacuate quickly! If we hold on a little longer, the pressure on the guys on the right side will be relieved." The Soviet veteran said without a word.

"Damn it!" Epps cursed, looking back every few steps as he headed toward the gathering place. After running a few steps, he gritted his teeth and started running quickly toward the front, with his head down, as if there was money to be picked up on the ground. Although he could ignore it before, after this behavior happened repeatedly in front of him, he asked, "Why?"

"We just chose our own burial place." This is how the old soldier who had just distributed energy drinks (taken from the 08 meal) to them during the break in the battle answered him, an answer that shocked him speechless.

After that, Epps felt that he couldn't look these veterans in the face. He still had places he wanted to go back to, so he felt he couldn't raise his head in front of them.

"Hurry! Get in the car!" One of their team members had prepared a pickup truck in advance with the rear door on the cargo bed open. When Epps was running, the pickup truck was ready to drive onto the road on the side and was slowly accelerating.

"I've never felt that 50 meters is such a long distance!" After Epps jumped into the car, he gasped, lay on the cargo bed with his head raised, and let out a long sigh. The sense of security, something he seemed not to have experienced for a long time, suddenly became so important.

"Armored vehicle!" The driver slammed the steering wheel and yelled loudly. What a joke! There is nothing more terrifying than a BMP2 armored vehicle appearing near him.

"What? Where did it come from..." A group of people immediately started to curse loudly, and the other party pretended not to know.

.

However, at this moment, it was too late to say anything, as the Skrull gunner had already pointed the gun towards them.

"Be careful!" Although he had dodged several bullets, there was no doubt that it was a bit unrealistic for a pickup truck to withstand the firepower of the BMP2.

"Bang!" The pickup truck, which had not yet accelerated, crashed head-on into the tree. Almost all the people fell out of the car and fell to the ground in a daze.

"We're finished..." Epps climbed up dazed, but they no longer had any heavy firepower. The big problem they were facing now was how to deal with this BMP2 armored vehicle.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." At this time, from far away, suddenly, there was a sound of oar blades cutting through the air, which attracted the attention of Epps and of course also attracted the attention of several other comrades who were struggling.

"Stallion?" Epps recognized it. Lennox could only express his doubts, because this Super Stallion transport helicopter was deployed in many US military units, but... Lennox looked at the helicopter suspiciously. He didn't know why, he felt that he was going crazy. The fact that they were willing to come at this time was already a huge favor. Picky? Did he have the qualifications to be picky?

Even though he thought so, as the helicopter approached, Lennox felt something was increasingly wrong!

"Boom, boom, boom..." The BMP2 driver and gunner were not blind. They immediately turned their guns and began to fire fiercely in the direction of the helicopter! Then...then all the shells missed.

Because... he was dizzy in mid-air and turned into a robot. The moment he landed, an energy wave was generated. The energy wave could crush the C130 like tearing paper and instantly blew the BMP2 away, and it rolled in the mud for several times.

That's it? Obviously, it couldn't be just like this, and then the dizzy directly unfolded the helicopter blades and swung them in a circle, cutting the entire car in half, and even a large amount of human tissue was cut.

"Oh my God, what's going on?" Epps watched all this, and was amazed at the iron giant rushing back and forth in the Skrulls' ranks. It can only be said that Dizziness was still very concerned about his failure to achieve a complete victory before! So now he is particularly violent in the battle with the Skrulls.

"How should I know?" Renosk, who was still sitting on the ground, looked depressed. Indeed, the miracle he prayed for suddenly happened. Such a steel robot had a direct fight with the opponent!

"So what should we do now? Just watch?" Epps whispered.

"Shoot those Skrulls and give our great friend as much support as possible." Renosk pondered for a moment. This was indeed what they could do for this iron giant. Where did they come from and what could they do? He had no idea!

"You are Resnok?!" Finally unable to withstand Dizzy's beating, they collapsed as a whole. They ran all over the mountains and plains like headless flies. Dizzy had no interest in chasing after such trash, so he left them behind to find Resnok.

"It's me!" Renosk shook his head, always feeling that something was wrong!

"Come up! Your general is begging Lancer to save your lives!"

"All right……"

2-77 Strange Place

"If you don't come up, you'll leave!" Dizzy's voice rang out from Lennox's headphones. Obviously, these ordinary people were not Lancer and his subordinates, and Dizzy was not in such a good mood. Seeing that Lennox and the others were hesitating whether to enter the cabin of the robot-turned-stallion helicopter, he immediately started to curse, and at the same time, the helicopter's rotor began to rotate. Obviously, if they didn't come up, this guy would leave.

"Go ahead. If it's Mr. Lancer as he said, I have heard some stories about him." Lennox said with a wry smile. Although the Skrulls left behind hundreds of corpses and two armored vehicles and ran away because of the fierce attack just now, it would obviously be a problem for the other party to pounce on them again.

"For example, Syria almost killed us with its 152mm artillery shells," Epps said.

"Shut up..." Several teammates said in unison. Believe it or not, this thing heard that they had a conflict with Lancer's business partners, so it stood up and killed them all! It was Lancer who could command these robots, not the US military!

"I'm so sorry..." Lennox patted Epps and signaled the team members to get on. He was the last one to get on the helicopter. After he sat firmly, he knocked on the cabin partition habitually to signal the pilot to take off. However, he immediately realized that he was not sitting in a normal helicopter, but in the belly of a robot! He apologized without hesitation.

"Hold on tight, I won't pick you up twice if you fall!" Yunyun didn't care about this military style. The helicopter immediately took off from the ground, and the fuselage changed its inclination angle as it stuck to the treetops. It then began to move and quickly accelerated to a speed of 300 kilometers per hour, flying at an altitude of 500 meters. Several missiles were launched in the middle, but in an instant, they disappeared.

"Look..." Lennox was patted on the shoulder by his teammate and pointed to the location outside

, he looked at it curiously.

"This is..." More than 18 fighter planes flew over their heads, but they were not the familiar F/A- Super Hornets, but propeller planes. Lennox's eyes were full of confusion. What the hell, after seeing a helicopter that could be transformed into a robot, a group of old guys from World War II also crawled out of their graves?

"Look carefully, rookies, this is the power that Mr. Lancer possesses!" As if to give them a broader view, Dizzy turned the fuselage sideways without a care to give them a good view. Bombs and rockets rained down like raindrops, and a large area near the base they had just left was bombed devastatingly, and the original village and the fields near the village were completely lifted up.

"Wow...Yeah! Blow up these bastards!" Epps shouted. No matter what, it was definitely a pleasant thing to see the guys who were still attacking them being bombed like this.

"Hmph..." Dizzy snorted coldly at these ignorant humans. They were too stupid... He and Digger had been cooperating with Lancer in the past few days. They were responsible for finding the enemy, launching a strong attack, and then destroying or seizing certain things at the location designated by Lancer. After that, they only had to run away, and they didn't have to worry about any problems in the rear.

Several Skrull equipment maintenance centers were destroyed by them, especially several large machinery repair plants and the Skrulls' own equipment maintenance points, which made Gravik furious, but he had no way to deal with it.

Because the Decepticons would run away after the fight, leaving no trace behind, and soon after they left, a large number of artillery shells and aerial bombs would help them to retreat! And destroy all traces, leaving no record of tracking for the Skrulls. After the pursuit troops were defeated several times, Gravik had to call a halt to the pursuit. After all, destroying a factory at a time and losing hundreds of people, this loss was not a matter of manpower and materials, but the most critical thing for them now... time!

In this phase of the battle, both Gravik and other Skrull commanders have determined that they need more long-range firepower, more combat vehicles, and more transport vehicles... Especially in the battles with Crimea and the veterans, the role of armored vehicles and tanks is undoubtedly highlighted! Many positions cannot be taken down without the participation of these two, and once they invest in these two, they can indeed suppress the opponent in a short period of time, provided that they do not engage in damn street fighting.

Some of these needs may be solved with money, and they have no shortage of money! But it takes time to build up combat effectiveness, especially to repair and restore the Soviet-made armored vehicles of mixed models to combat status! But Lancer and his men not only destroyed these armored vehicles, but also attacked these maintenance points! Even if large maintenance points can get equipment, it takes time to restore maintenance capabilities!