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Ross called Lancer early that morning not for anything else, but to pull over the special forces equipped with exoskeleton armor that had gradually shown some promise in Lancer's hands, and put them into the final battle he had planned. As the tip of the spear, they would open a breakthrough together with Lancer, and then NATO's armored torrent could rush through the breakthrough and crush the enemy.

"And are you sure you're not mistaken? You want a group of infantry, even if these infantry are a group of soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor, to open up a breakthrough for the armored forces. Are you telling some funny ghost story?" Lanser said dissatisfiedly. How could this old bastard have the nerve to say such an action that completely violated the common sense of the use of troops.

But Lancer didn't want to agree at all. What a joke. The generals were already heartbroken by the special forces being sent to fill in the gaps, but only the special forces could keep up with the Decepticons' assault progress. There was nothing they could do. But now, a group of soldiers wearing exoskeletons were thrown into the battle after only a few weeks of training and before they had fully mastered the performance of these technical equipment.

To be honest, from Lancer's point of view, these soldiers might as well not wear them! They can't fully utilize the performance of the exoskeleton like Lancer's girls, but the ability of the exoskeleton may hurt them instead. This is a very bad situation. After all, the combat effectiveness of the soldiers may not increase but decrease. After all, the consumption of Aurora potion in the base explains a lot of problems.

There is also an unspeakable idea here. Ross wants to use Lancer as the chief officer of this force, and let Lancer take the initiative to borrow from the Decepticons in order to reduce the losses of his own troops, or even directly let Megatron come over to open a gap for the NATO forces to assault.

When using the abacus, you don’t have to worry about the abacus beads falling on your face!

But Lancer was almost certain of one thing about him. Although this old man was calculating, he definitely didn't have the guts to go to Megatron himself! In other words, the old man was pointing to Lancer to discuss with Megatron. Why? Why? Because I'm the chief of this unit? Or because my rank is lower than yours?

Don't be ridiculous. Although I am the chief of this unit, you, a NATO commander from the United States, have ever had the nerve to point fingers at the UN troops? If you want to talk about military rank, you are an army officer, and you want to order people around. Go ask the navy if they agree.

Also, he is no longer the commander of the Third Fleet, but where is his resume? There is a record of Lancer's position as the acting commander of the Third Fleet. The military values ​​seniority. Want to use a fleet commander across branches? Ross, you are a five-star admiral? So the result is that Lancer is now confident enough to confront Ross head-on, saying that this is a mess.

"Listen to me... the situation is very special. I made the decision after consulting." Ross sighed. This little fox is really difficult to deal with. If there is no good reason to convince him, this guy will never agree. "One of the reasons why the front line did not attack is that it has been confirmed through various channels that a very serious respiratory disease has spread on a large scale among the Skrulls. The Ukrainians who came out of the epidemic area and... their intelligence have confirmed this."

The "they" here naturally refers to the Ukrainian branch of Hydra that has been active in the Skrull occupied area for a long time. After Perseus got the powerful teammate Carol, the Ukrainian branch of Hydra has become so active that it dares to encircle and annihilate small-scale Skrull forces.

They were also the ones who discovered the news of the large-scale outbreak of the epidemic among the Skrulls, because at this stage, they even lacked enough manpower to guard the area, and the war zone has now been completely blocked on all sides by humans. There is no channel for supplies to enter, so the number of medicines they can keep is also very scarce. Under such circumstances, most of the medicines are concentrated to ensure the supply of frontline fighters. In other words, most of the Skrulls can only choose to fight hard.

One good thing that Gravik did was that he did not choose to bathe with serum extracted from some of the recovered people (the miracle treatment that allowed Emperor Chuan to be discharged from the hospital in three days). Instead, he chose to do as most people did and endure the disease without taking any medicine. He distributed the medicines that were originally given to him to the elderly, the weak and the disabled, which greatly increased his popularity.

But after all, there were only so many medicines he could take out, and most of the Skrulls were suffering in agony. Under such circumstances, it was naturally not good news for the support and combat power replenishment on the front line.

"So that's how it is. You want my troops to go up with the filter tanks and fight in the interspersed battle to prioritize determining the situation?" Lanser snorted coldly. It seemed that there was some truth to it. The special forces using exoskeleton armor seemed to have a greater advantage in such a situation, while ordinary troops seemed to be more afraid of being blessed by the kind father.

"Yes, we are not attacking now when we have such an advantage because we are afraid that once the war starts, this epidemic will quickly break out in human society. You should know that we don't have the opportunity to carry out thorough disinfection now.

Poisonous." Ross's voice was full of sincerity, "And now, the most suitable person is actually..."

"You've finally revealed your true intentions, haven't you?" Lancer laughed. Old man, are you still unable to hold back? "Didn't you ask Megatron?"

"..." Ross was silent for a moment. Although he had worked with Lancer for many years, this was the first time he felt Lancer's voice was so annoying. "Huh, he said it's not the right time yet."

"It seems that the Skrull front-line troops still have very strong combat effectiveness." Lancer immediately understood what was going on. In the previous Decepticon attack, the price they paid was not too small, but the brilliant results of the battle overshadowed everything.

But it doesn't mean that Megatron doesn't know this. In fact, the Decepticons have been holding back, and the Decepticons have been busy with other things recently. What is known now is that Roadblock is no longer in Ukraine, and Soundwave is very close to Hydra's Ukrainian branch.

"So you are determined not to do it?" Ross is not a simple soldier, and the ability to obey orders is nothing to him.

"Do you know how many documents my troops have to take part in the battle? All five big bosses have to agree. If one signature is missing, I can't mobilize anyone. To put it bluntly, what do you think Russia will think about being your spearhead?" Lancer was almost sarcastic. Ross felt a headache without any additional description. Lancer didn't move and simply asked Megatron to launch an attack. Haha, he was not stupid, and he didn't think Megatron was a fool.

"But... it's not completely impossible." Lanser took a deep breath, "I'll ask for the price for you."

"Atlas?"

"Yes, just eating is also a loss for Ains."

"it is good."

2-189 Inquiry

"So you came to me." Perseus said in a calm voice during the communication, "This information is correct. The epidemic situation among the Skrulls is indeed very serious. Although the front-line troops have been trying their best to isolate themselves from the rear, they still have many patients. I also helped a little here." At this point, Perseus was somewhat proud.

"Oh?" Lancer was a little curious. Although he and that old man Osborn had done this evil thing together, he didn't expect that there was an accomplice who assisted in the poisoning and was not ashamed of it at all. "What did you do?"

Lancer did not go directly to Irons. On the one hand, Irons seemed to have drunk too much last night and should not have woken up yet. Such exciting news was too exciting for an old man. So Lancer sat in front of the preparations, at least to determine the extent of the plague on the Skrulls.

"I pretended not to know what was going on over there, and locked up a large number of captured Skrulls in a small house. Then I deliberately let them hear that we were going to move soon. There was no need for them to keep these Skrulls alive, so let everyone get ready." Perseus's smiling voice sounded like the whisper of a devil. He put opportunities and so-called choices in front of the Skrulls, and clearly told these Skrulls what the results would be if they did not do as he said.

Do the Skrulls have a choice? Yes!

"Old man, when it comes to playing with people's hearts, it's you who's the best." Lancer shook his head. This old man really wasn't afraid of shortening his lifespan, so he used such a despicable method. However, it can also be seen that for Perseus, his anger towards the Skrulls has reached such a level that he only cares about the result and not the process.

"You're welcome. You seem to be doing pretty well recently. Even here in such a remote place like me, people know about the speech delivered by the Decepticons at the United Nations. It must have been written by the one next to you." Perseus also asked a question that he was slightly interested in. After all, based on his experience with the Decepticons, you can't say that this group of people are completely brainless, but their temperaments are not impatient, but irritable, and they even like to be straightforward.

This straightforwardness is not the kind of straightforwardness of a straight man, but the kind of straightforwardness that is not concerned with anything, which makes people feel very difficult to get along with when they first meet. However, for Perseus, this is not a problem, it is just stroking the hair, what a simple thing, but this also gives Perseus a very intuitive understanding of their level.

"The effect is quite good. It's not a wasted effort." Lancer's tone was somewhat amused. As the Cybertron Empire's first show in the human world, the attack was handled well. After that, their almost show-like performance in their own nest was also considered very good.

“Hmph…” Perseus smiled and took a puff of his cigarette. “In Ukraine, I have sent more than a dozen teams deep into the Skrull-controlled area to investigate the situation. According to the intermittent reports we have received so far, the situation in their rear is indeed very serious. However… a team that is currently in radio silence sent us a piece of intelligence saying that it may not be as serious as we imagined.”

"Oh? It's actually a trick?" Lanser felt a chill suddenly burst out from under his feet. If this is true, then Gravik's method is really very clever. If the epidemic situation is really not that serious, then whether it is the Expeditionary Special Operations Command launching an attack or not,

Whether it was Atlas that launched the attack, it was definitely a complete failure.

Beautiful intelligence misdirection, turning the tables on the opponent.

"The situation has yet to be verified. After all, it's just intelligence sent back by a small team. They confirmed that the Skrulls' logistics system and people's livelihood management do not seem to have collapsed. They even observed that the other side is conducting militarized training on civilians." Perseus said quickly, "I don't know where they found it. After all, the area controlled by the Skrulls is so large. There is no reason why only one area is like this, while other places can be well concealed."

"So what's your suggestion?" Lanser asked simply. After all, going deep into the epidemic area and fighting the enemy is one thing, and directly running into the enemy's prepared front line is another matter. Obviously, the latter of the two things will require a more terrible price to be paid.

"It will take time to verify this." Perseus' voice was always reasonable, and you couldn't tell at all that he was an old man in the late stage of cancer.

"How long?" Lanser asked simply, "It's best not to take too long."

"48 hours. This is the shortest time I can give. And you also need good luck." Perseus was not a god. He simply stated what he needed and showed his determination.

"48 hours?" Although he had just received the call, Ross was obviously not going to be happy when he heard that it would take 48 hours. He obviously didn't want it to be equal. He wanted it to be better if he didn't have to wait for even an hour. After all, under the current circumstances, 48 ​​hours might allow the other party to recover from his life-threatening condition.

"This is already the shortest time, and the price is likely that I will lose them forever." Perseus looked at the ceiling blankly, then laughed at himself in his heart. He was really getting sentimental as he got older. "Without sacrifice, there will be no victory. You will get the information you want within 48 hours."

"Then I'll wait for your good news." Lanser hung up the phone after he finished speaking. On this cold winter night, he hugged Chkalov and thought silently. It was very simple to call Irons now, and the reason was sufficient, but many people might die.

"Why don't you call your other friend?" Chkalov reached out and took Lancer's phone, then screened the address book and found Steve's phone number. "Maybe others are not so reliable, but this one, you can trust it, isn't that what you said yourself?"

"I'm afraid that once he finds out who poisoned me, he will just hit me in the face with his shield." Lancer stopped Chkalov and said, but he still accepted Chkalov's suggestion and dialed the number.

"Lancer? At this time, it's probably... 6 o'clock in New York. Are you up?" Steve's voice also sounded a little tired, but it was different from Ross's. Steve's tiredness sounded more like mental fatigue caused by not sleeping well for a while.

"I was woken up by a call from Ross, who asked about the situation on the front line." Lancer said unhappily, "Ross wanted me to lead the special forces from various countries to launch an attack, but it is obvious that these idiots have not even completed the basic training process. I can't do such a thing, so for God's sake, give me a commander on the front line to judge."

"..." Steve groaned for a moment, "The current situation does not require a strong offensive. It is certain that the Skrulls have an epidemic, the only question is how serious it is." Steve was strangely silent again at this point, "However, I personally suggest that you come and see for yourself. Other people's judgments are based on their observations and inferences, and you obviously need your own."

"What happened?" Steve was silent twice. If he still couldn't sense it, then Lancer was too slow.

"Thor is not in a very good mood. Although you asked people to get a lot of food, the size of the refugee camp has expanded too much. He is under a lot of pressure, and then the refugee camp was attacked." Steve said something that made Lancer feel uneasy.

"Attack?" Lanser was a little bit unbelievable. "They are behind the front line, how could they..." Lanser was just talking, and then he sighed suddenly, "The Skrulls are really a group of troublesome guys."

"Yes, that troublesome lunatic." Steve stood in the middle of a pile of ruins, stepping on the body of a Skrull that had just shrunk to its normal size. "This time, we happened to have quite a few people with us. Even the Decepticon spokesperson, Koko from HCLI, was there. One of his men was shot in the hip."

"Lutz?" Hearing that he was shot in the hip, Lancer subconsciously thought of a name.

"Yes, Luz." Steve didn't think much about it, but confirmed the news. "If you have time, you'd better come over, and you can also confirm the situation on the front line yourself."

"Well, luckily I have an express flight." Lancer shook his head. Anyway, with the explosion, they could fly directly from New York to Ukraine in just two hours.

"Well, I'll go see Thor." Steve also hung up the phone and signaled to his guys. Bob on the radio confirmed to Steve that the area was now safe.

"Sorry, we're late." Steve opened the tent of the infirmary in the camp, walked in, looked at Thor, who looked a little numb, and sighed. Thor was now

There were large areas of bandages on his body, and blood was still oozing from his shoulders and chest.

"..." Thor forced an ugly smile, "I'm back too late." After saying that, he turned his head slightly and looked at the row of corpses covered with white cloths on the side. His eyes were full of anger and guilt. "You have Aurora, right?"

“…” Steve didn’t say anything, but took out one from his waist and handed it over, “Don’t do anything stupid, otherwise they’re not worth it.”

"They're not worth it... Yes, they're not worth it!" Thor injected the Aurora potion into his hand, feeling the return of strength in his body, "Just now I heard Lancer is coming?"

"Yes."

"Very good! I think... maybe now I understand a little bit, I hope it's not too late!"

2-190 Unexpected Support

"We have arrived at the location, Mr. Lancer, are you sure you want to parachute directly? In fact, I can force a landing on the road." After driving the Wanderer team out of his cabin, Explosion connected to Lancer's communication frequency and said in a sincere manner.

"It's okay, we can handle it ourselves!" Lancer, wearing April Fool's Day clothes, stood up. Although it was not his first time to ride on an explosion, the explosion took an hour to throw him from New York to Ukraine. This was a crazy physical movement. Lancer's wives still felt more at ease letting Lancer wear April Fool's Day clothes.

After all, the April Fool's Day lining has both magical and physical absorption, so Lancer doesn't feel the pressure brought by Blizzard's full speed flight at all.

The humanoids didn't feel anything, but as for the large battleships...

According to Befa, the impact was not as strong as being hit by a cannonball (Binjiang: Do you want to say being hit by Lancer... Befa: Please shut up, you rude guy!).

"So we have arrived at the location. Attack asked me to ask if we need to come over. Lord Megatron has authorized you to mobilize the Decepticons below Soundwave." Explosion conveyed the latest report from Attack. "Also, Megatron asked me to tell you that it has been confirmed that the seal point is still being searched for."

"I see. Thank you. I will convey the Decepticons' goodwill to Thor." Lancer said with a smile. At that time, he had said two pieces of nonsense, which seemed to have caused Megatron to misjudge. Obviously, there were two gems, but he misunderstood them as one. But it didn't matter. If they were found, it would be theirs, right?

"Altitude 1000 meters, parachute landing is ready at any time." The explosion opened the sealed cabin door, and the cold strong wind began to pour into the airport. Because he was a Decepticon, he didn't worry about missile attacks at all. The only thing he had to worry about was whether Lancer and the others would get hurt in the process.

But if the Wanderer team that jumps down first can't prepare a landing site, then the next explosion will definitely be... huh?!

"The landing begins! Follow me to jump into hell!" Just when the explosion discovered that something seemed to be wrong below, Lancer, dressed in April Fool's Day clothes, had already jumped into the air, and the humanoids and the ship girls also jumped down following Lancer.

"Damn it!" Explosion immediately prepared to transform and land to join the battle. If anything happened to Lancer, Megatron would tear him apart alive without him having to do anything.

"Just return home, and leave the rest to us!" Fei's gentle voice sounded here during the attack, and the ship girls unfolded their ship suits in the air! Dare you line up in front of us? Try... Then I'll send you to death!

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"Bob!" Steve shouted loudly, then charged at full speed, swinging his lightsaber to smash the abomination warriors in front of him and the four or five soldiers behind him. He waved his shield to bounce a grenade into the crowd on the opposite side.

"I'm fine! Hiss! I was shot in the abdomen, but I shot Aurora, so it should be fine." In order to help Steve get rid of the machine gunner who was suppressing him, Bob leaned out and shot with a snipe. He was very adept at using the SVD that was everywhere on the ground.

Bob gnashed his teeth and quickly changed a magazine. Then he suddenly felt a chill on his back and rolled to the side. At the same time, he pulled out his 1911 from his leg holster. When he looked up, he looked at the muzzle pointed at him with a little despair. The Skrull infiltration team, a group of lunatics who were fighting crazily with the Ukrainian branch of Hydra in the shadows, a group of madmen who were determined to make humans bleed even if they were all going to die on this land.

"Shit!" With only this roar left in his mind, Bob had already made up his mind to use his last breath to die together with this guy after being shot.

"It's stinking shit!" A long knife with completely damaged plating slashed across the guy's throat, and Deadpool arrived with four or five bullet holes in his knife!

"Thank you!" Bob said this, immediately stood up, raised his gun and shot away the two unlucky guys who flashed through his aiming circle.

"Great!" Deadpool swung his sword. How could he bear to see a teammate like Bob die? ! How could it be possible? ! As long as he was there, they didn't have to worry about the opponent's snipers on the entire battlefield, and he would also be able to snipe at key positions. But now was not the time for him to be naughty. Deadpool heard the noise downstairs, grinned, and jumped down the building.

"Bob's gunshots were ringing, and it seemed that there was no problem.

"Problem!" John Wick looked solemn, firing the AK74 in his hand continuously, knocking down people one by one.

"There are too many people! You go and cover their escape!" Thor said solemnly. Although he was killing a lot in the fierce battle with a pair of fire axes in his hands, his situation was not good at this time. He had already consumed the third injection of Aurora and could not count how many times he had been shot.

But Thor's eyes were filled with determination! This had nothing to do with glory. It was not like he had never retreated on the battlefield before. He knew that he should escape when he should. But behind him were tens of thousands of Ukrainian refugees who were in a panic and lacked vehicles. They had nowhere to go.

"Are you alone? You will die!" Steve felt a series of heavy feelings on his shield. Bullets like a rainstorm kept shooting at his shield, making Steve start to feel a slight soreness in his arms.

"Death is not to be feared. What's more, I think they are reluctant to kill me. I am more valuable alive than dead! There are many uninhabited planets in Asgard where they can hide for a while. They just don't like it." Thor held two axes in his hands, and the remaining Aurora potion in his body slowly healed the scars on his body.

"But... it seems we don't have to make this choice!" Bob on the roof suddenly interrupted, "The Decepticon reinforcements have arrived!" The scene of three huge robots falling from the sky was obviously not the first time he had seen it, but he had seen more similar things before. The Falcon Squad felt unsatisfied after licking the ground, so they landed directly and prepared to fight. Even Lightning did this occasionally.

But soon, Steve found something wrong. Although the Decepticons that landed were indeed Decepticons, he didn't recognize these three Decepticons! After all, for Steve who has been active on the front line for a long time, he knows most of the Decepticons!

"Retreat!" What Steve couldn't have imagined was that the first words these Decepticons said after landing were actually this: Retreat? Don't you guys like to have others charge forward with you? Why are you shouting retreat?

Then the next moment, Steve roared at the top of his lungs, "Get Down!" with a voice so loud that it would destroy his vocal cords.

It's nothing. Maybe the roar in the sky is not deafening, but the thin whistling sound in the air left a deep impression on Steve! Because it was nothing else! The last time he heard this sound, a village was blown up by 406. Almost no Skrulls in the village survived. Even if there were survivors, they struggled to run away, because if they didn't run, the human army would rush to their faces!

A few seconds later, the roar of explosions continued to resound throughout the land, and each roar would take away several or even dozens of lives on the ground.

"Whoosh!" When April Fool's Day, wearing heavy armor, ignited the thrusters to slow down, the smoke and huge roar of the explosion became Lancer's footnotes, as if this wave of devastating bombardment was caused by Lancer. In fact, everyone knew that this had nothing to do with Lancer at all.

"So cool!" Deadpool was the first to jump up. He took out a small hammer that he found from somewhere and started knocking around. Finally, he wiped the sweat off his face with satisfaction after hearing the crisp sound.

"I heard someone just made a very shocking speech?" Lancer looked back at the people behind him. His wives were landing. Lancer was wearing April Fool's Day clothes, so he landed directly according to Chkalov's instructions. Obviously, Chkalov would probably be cornered by Fei Ma and Tian Cheng in a while. I asked you to teach Lancer, not to teach him crooked ways. The humanoids had already hung up their parachutes, and you actually taught him how not to use them? !

"M4, lead the team to patrol. Don't leave any alive. Wipe them out." Lancer said softly. The mission content was very clear. This group of Skrulls who had already suffered a literally devastating bombardment had no room for resistance at all. The clearing by M4 and his team was simply because Lancer didn't want to leave any alive.

"Understood!" M4 responded and signaled to his teammates. Because of the special circumstances, Lancer asked the AR team to meet up with him.

"Man, you came so fast!" After Thor smashed the two axes into the ground, he stretched his body and walked towards Lancer with a very sincere smile on his face. After all, the other party heard that he was in trouble, so he immediately crossed thousands of kilometers and ran directly to meet him. People should know what is good for them.

"Why did we encounter such a large-scale attack at once? Did you steal the key to the Skrull spacecraft?" Lancer laughed and teased, revealing a secret that was not a secret. The Skrulls should still have spacecraft, but the number and scale of these spacecraft must be small, and they may not even be in Ukraine.

However, if he took off rashly, he would definitely face the pursuit of the Decepticons. Megatron had already regarded humans as his current helper. Whether it was the stored energy blocks or the increasing number of Decepticons, they all proved one thing, that is, after a long time, the Decepticons finally stopped the process of continuous loss and once again ushered in recovery...

"These are the Skrull infiltration troops." Steve was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, "You can understand it as... the Skrulls and the Ukrainian branch of Hydra.

The situation seems similar, they are all deadly warriors, and as for the target, I personally support Thor's idea."

"A spiral of hatred?" Lancer sneered. You fired the first shot, you wielded the butcher's knife on the civilians, and you still want us to let you go? The fighting spirit of the team led by Perseus was amazing, because these soldiers had long put life and death aside, or in other words, they were all looking forward to the last bullet for themselves.

At this time, several gunshots were heard in the distance. The AR team was re-shooting some Skrulls who were still able to move, while the QBZ team dispersed to control the surrounding environment. Springfield was checking Bob's injuries. John Wick's simple bandage was completed. He was drinking a bottle of whiskey worth $31 and was grinning. Deadpool was drinking vodka with a grin. This was his own request.

"I think I can ask you again now, have you figured it out?" Lancer looked at the strong Thor, "In this quasi-hell."

"I've thought of some of it, but I haven't figured it all out." Thor turned around and looked in a direction, where there were fifteen frozen corpses. "They have nothing to do with this war, and they shouldn't have any connection. They can live a rich life, but now..." Thor looked at Lancer, "I've read some of the history books you recommended. Based on this, I don't think I'm qualified to try to lift the hammer again."

"Ma... do we have any suitable weapons for him?" Lancer looked at Thor's strong figure in front of him and the two fire axes with broken and rolled blades under his feet. Since Thor still felt that he was lacking something, he should at least have some weapons to protect himself.

"...Lance, I have a suitable toy here?" Chkalov said softly, "They put it in my laboratory when they came last time." Then she stretched out her hand, and a huge double-edged battle axe appeared in her hand.

"Hmm?" Lanser, who was wearing April Fool's Day clothes, took it and weighed it. The long-handled double-edged battle axe was polished very well. Whether it was the weight matching or the carrying aspect, it could be considered a fine product. "Take it. Thank you for protecting mankind."

"...No, it's just a gift from a friend. I don't dare to be the guardian of mankind, but I will try my best." Thor took it very casually, waved it simply, and nodded with satisfaction. He didn't have a suitable weapon for this battle, which was a very troublesome thing for him, but now, it seems that this trouble has been solved.