The elite hair bear and the weak green sect are completely two different kinds of creatures. One is organized, disciplined and skilled, with a tough and tenacious fighting style, and the orders are executed. The other has no ability except for his mind and is full of shit. He relies entirely on shouting slogans when fighting, and he will be confused once he is frustrated.

If Raqqa eliminates the air power of Mao Bear and Hawkshang in the battlefield, the elites and weak scum on both sides will completely crush the other side.

At the beginning of the battle, the artillery bombardment of the "Thunder" team tore a hole in the defense line of Raqqa City. With the help of the target instructions of the unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, ten consecutive and accurate large-caliber shells bombed seven or eight heavy fire support points into the sky.

During the close combat, the 120 mm thick tube that was quickly supported from 500 meters was too powerful. Compared with the sound of Syrian government guns rumbling for a long time but only exploded a pile of dust, Liu Feiyue's gun was not very loud, but he was cruel enough!

In the dark night, lightning flashed, and thunder came, and the ground shook three times. The bandits shouted and shouted quickly on the radio to call their comrades. When the situation around them was unknown, they would have one less response when they shouted for a round. This made people not afraid.

After firing ten shells, Liu Feiyue's two-man gun teams used up all the ammunition they carried. A thick tube of 120 mm is easy to use, but a shell costs sixteen kilograms. Even if the armor of the T-45 is removed to reduce the load, the two-man gun teams will have at most ten shells.

"No. 1, I am No. 5, I need to replenish it." Liu Feiyue put the gun barrel back on his back and temporarily evacuated the battlefield with his deputy gunner. Fortunately, the ammunition truck they came was more than 200 meters away, and it didn't take much time to go back and forth.

"No. 1 understands, group suppress, group b continues to attack." Major Valena looked at the last hundred meters away from the enemy's defense line, and for the sake of safety, he arranged a group of subordinates to cover it. Because T-45 is good, it is a bit annoying, not flexible enough and unable to run fast.

At this moment, the 11th zone of Raqqa was already in chaos, with ten shells blowing up several important heavy firepower points. Frontline commander Aidid also knew that he was encountering a tough problem. This was definitely not the weak scum among the weak scum of the Syrian government army, but a tough character.

Mercenary York would finally find Edid and shouted in anger: "Click the flares, hit the flares! Otherwise you can't hold on."

Raqqa is the base camp, the last fortress for Western countries to stir up the Syrian situation. It is said that it can last for a year or two, but when York saw the mechanical monsters that were launching an attack, it felt that things were going wrong.

The panting mercenary leader was so anxious that he was about to jump out of his throat. His task was to trouble Mao Xiong, but now that he was getting angry, he felt that he couldn't bear it.

Night battle is an advanced combat skill. The weak green sect has never mastered it, and not everyone has a night vision device, so York immediately shouted to shoot flares. Otherwise, when those mechanical monsters rushed in, the front line would break without breaking.

Adid was so good that he immediately used a mortar to hit a few shining flares into the sky. When the battlefield was as bright as daylight, both sides of the front line took a breath of air conditioning. Fifteen strange-looking machinery were running quickly, and they were less than fifty meters away from the nearest position.

York himself felt his heartbeat beating to stop. He was in the ruins of a building, facing a rushing t-45. Under the light of the flare, the glass goggles of the mantis helmet were emitting a strange luster.

This must be a new weapon for the bear to be put into the battlefield!

York hurriedly took out a camera from his waist, and he wanted to take a picture of this equipment for the first time he appeared. But just as the view frame was used to cover the mechanical monster opposite, it was the first time he carefully analyzed the strength of the other party.

The first feeling is thick armor. Ordinary weapons are afraid that they can’t do anything about them. This alone will take advantage of the battlefield.

The second feeling was that there was no fatigue. From the first time York saw this monster, it had been rushing. In the battle of the bullet rains, the obstacle that ordinary infantry crossed 500 meters in ten minutes was elite, but this thing came in more than two minutes, and there was no rest in the middle.

The third feeling is that heavy machinery, a large-caliber heavy machinery, this thing actually carries a heavy machinery of more than 20 kilograms and carries a large amount of ammunition. The firepower is too exaggerated!

This thing must be very fierce!

York had just had this idea in his mind, and the T-45 on the opposite side opened fire. The large-caliber machine shot flat in the running. The dynamic coordination function on the robot arm ensured the stability of the body, and the bulls flew in.

The mercenary leader turned around and ran away. He knew that this position could not be stopped. The cover that could withstand small and medium caliber could not be stopped by this kind of firepower shooting. He had to find heavy weapons to fight against this mechanical monster.

And behind this ruin, there were more than a dozen bandits. When these guys saw the approaching T-45, they immediately turned on the mad dog mode in fear, and shot in their hands desperately.

But as the fire was opened, the heavy machine's firepower swept across, the bunker collapsed, the fortifications collapsed, and the personnel burst into blood. As the head of the sharp knife, the T-45 completely ignored the opponent's bullets and successfully entered the first line in the 11th zone of Raqqa, which was so powerful that it was irresistible.

There were already corpses everywhere in the front, and in the end, two or three bandits who were still alive were fighting and retreating, running in a hurry. But even if stray bullets occasionally flew over, solid armor easily bounced them away. The leading T-45 just swept out a shuttle, and all the people on the opposite side fell down.

After being hit by twelve to seven millimeters, the bodies were all split into pieces, and all the organs seemed to blown up balloons, flying outward in a flash, and the flesh and blood limbs were covered with the ground. Such a tragic situation was definitely like a nightmare.

The last bandit emptied the magazine, and the machine ended its final impact with a snap. He looked at the mechanical monster close at hand, and could only hold his head and make a sharp and terrifying cry. Now Allah can't save him.

"You trash started the war, but never thought about how to end it." A low voice came from t-45, and he kicked it out. The screaming bandit was kicked into the abdomen, and after falling to the ground, he stopped screaming and kept twitching. "So I'm ordered to end your life."

At this moment, Edid had already begun to retreat. He did not even inform him of his subordinates who were arranged on the front line, because he could not inform him at all. Just one encounter with his subordinates was so attacked by the opponent's accurate and fierce firepower that he could not raise his head.

Those who dare to look up are dead. Digital helmets can accurately identify the positions of those hostile targets. The group responsible for suppression only needs to hit a shuttle. The advantage of all members being equipped with heavy firepower is that they can ignore the bunkers built by the enemy and kill them directly.

In just two minutes, Romanov, who was in the rear, found that he could not find the target. The large-caliber sniper in his hand only shot a few shots, and he couldn't even count the warm-up.

The flares fired by mortars in the sky are still high, the entire battlefield is bright, and the entire "Thunder" team has entered the city.

On the government army front hundreds of meters away, a large number of weak scumbags were looking at the battlefield with indescribable eyes, looking at the mechanical monsters emitting violent aura on the battlefield.

Hundreds of people died, many weapons and equipment were lost, and the front that they could not break for several days was killed. These monsters only took a few minutes to kill them.

The era of ruling the world by barbarism and cruelty has long passed. Why do you green idiots just don’t understand? Science and technology are the primary productive forces, and you need to read Deng Xuan, not outdated scriptures. (To be continued.)
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