"General, the enemy's offensive in the second theater of the Bering Strait has increased and reinforcements are needed!"
"General, the occupied part of the first theater of war in the Bering Strait requests artillery fire."
"General, a large number of enemies have been found infiltrating in the third theater of the Bering Strait, and we are requesting air force assistance."
Within the combat headquarters, a large number of people came in and out, hurriedly handing documents one by one to those in need. The phone calls were ringing one after another, and the faint sound of explosions in the distance made everyone at the scene.
One person tensed up his nerves and moved a little faster.
"I see!"
In front of the combat digital virtual screen, a tough middle-aged man was standing upright, his brows furrowed tightly, watching the light spots disappear or shine. He knew that these represented the originally energetic people.
Fighting squads become history or suffer heavy losses.
He is the commander-in-chief of the Bering Strait Defense Line, Admiral Wilson.
"Are our allies here?" Admiral Wilson tapped the screen with his rough fingers, thinking quickly in his mind. It took him a while to come back to his senses, and said to the adjutant behind him without looking back: "According to the
It's time, they should be here."
The adjutant behind him quickly took out his microcomputer, checked it a few times before nodding in response: "Five hundred Transformers have arrived at the rear airport, waiting to arrange the war zone." After a pause, he said hesitantly: "Aegis
The bureau sent news that a person with superpowers came to report."
"What's the level?" Admiral Wilson paused his fingers slightly and pondered for a moment before asking.
The adjutant turned down a page and was slightly stunned, but did not dare to answer immediately. He just raised his head slightly, glanced at Admiral Wilson, then swallowed and whispered: "According to the information and the documents provided by SHIELD.
It shows...he is Class F..."
"Are you kidding me?"
Wilson finally turned around and looked at the adjutant who was sweating on his forehead, with a slight anger on his face. He grabbed the microcomputer, clicked it a few times and checked it quickly, but quickly threw it back into the adjutant's arms.
: "The abilities of superpowers range from F level to S+ level, so just send me the lowest F level."
He squinted his eyes slightly, took out a large and unique-looking mobile phone from his pocket, pressed a few buttons quickly, and said angrily: "Do you think the battlefield is a party? I need an explanation!"
Every superpower is the most valuable asset of mankind. They are at the forefront of evolution. When they grow up, they can protect humans and the earth from external aggression. If superpowers are casually sent to the battlefield, then
It's simply a waste.
"No, no, I don't think the battlefield is a party."
On the phone, an old voice came out, with a kind tone. If Edward were here, he would be surprised to find that it was none other than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s BOOS, old Charlie.
"But his super power requires war." Old Charlie's words were heard inside, with a slight surprise: "I have never seen a super power that is so eager for war." He said softly.
, as ordinary as saying that an omelette is about to be cooked: "I don't even know if his superpowers will make him the same as those people."
"That group of people? Are these damn guys starting to act again?"
General Wilson's dark eyebrows were tightly knitted, and he gritted his teeth slightly as he looked at the battle map in front of him. There was even a little sadness in his angry eyes: "We are fighting for humanity and the earth, but they are destroying us behind the scenes.
."
Old Charlie smiled slightly and comforted on the phone: "You know, they are still young and always so ideal."
"But the price of their youth is the lives and blood of countless soldiers on our front line!" Wilson's mood became slightly irritable: "I will arrange for that guy!" He took a photo of the large screen of his mobile phone and turned to the adjutant.
Said: "Send the new guy to the second theater! Provide support!"
"The second theater of war?"
The adjutant was obviously stunned, as if he hadn't heard clearly. He stared blankly at the burly General Wilson in front of him, holding up his microcomputer and said hastily: "But he is only F-level, and he is not equipped for the fierce battlefield in the second theater.
The situation is not helpful!”
"Damn it, what's he doing here?"
Wilson cursed fiercely, and quickly clicked on the screen with his hand. On the Bering Strait battlefield, the fifth theater, where the fighting was relatively gentle, fell into his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he made up his mind: "With support,
Aren’t there 5,000 Earth Alliance troops coming?”
"Yes, General!" The adjutant checked on the computer, raised his head and said: "But they are a group of recruits who have only been trained for two years and have never been on a real battlefield. The staff intends to let them enter the fifth theater.
Get used to it."
Wilson nodded, waved his hand and said: "Let him be with these five thousand troops." He looked at the second theater of war being fought like a ball of mud, with the enemy and his own troops entangled with each other, and said helplessly:
"After all, he is a person with super powers, so let him stay in the safer machine gun tower and guard."
————————————Hehe, the war drama has begun————————————
As soon as he got off the plane, Edward found himself in a bustling crowd. Before he had time to react, he was called together by a man who claimed to be the commander of the fifth theater. After delivering a series of speeches, everyone was asked to line up.
Wait for arrangements.
"Corporal Edward, you are assigned to the 332nd sentry tower of the 5th Bering Strait theater for defense."
Edward stood in front of the assigning personnel. After the review, with the confirmation of the seal and signature, the cold-faced logistics staff finally had a smile on his face and pointed to the troop transport lane not far away: "You
You can choose personnel carrier No. 3024, which leads to the 322 sentry tower of the fifth theater."
Following the crowd behind him, Edward received the equipment and rushed blindly towards the troop carrier. After finding his No. 3024, he took a breath. Looking at the excited soldiers around him, he felt calm.
Looking at the faces that are obviously no more than 23 years old, although they have the outline of an adult, the immaturity of the young people is still obvious... After the war, how many of these thousands of people will be left? I'm afraid who
Not sure yet!
The personnel carrier was loaded with six people and the start started.
"Hey, brother, are you going to the 335 sentry tower too?"
Next to the seat, a young black man was very excited. Seeing Edward sitting there deep in thought, he couldn't help but interrupted: "It would be a good thing if we serve in the same guard tower."
"No, I'm from Watchtower 322." Edward came back to his senses and smiled at the black boy: "But according to the name of the watchtower, it's probably not too far away for us to meet."
"Hey, don't say that!"
The black boy looked very depressed. He opened his hand and compared it: "Look, there are more than 500 sentry towers scattered among the mountains that stretch for tens of kilometers and have a height of several hundred meters. Oh, this is really vast.
space!”
"That's really far away." Edward touched the stubble on his chin and curled his lips, imagining that he would need to live alone in the sentry tower in the future, which would also feel a bit lonely. You know, humans don't like to be alone.
Biological races and social living are human beings’ favorite mode.
"No bars, no beauties, oh God~"
The black boy was chattering away with his head in his hands, looking at the airport getting further and further away, as if he was falling into the abyss. He stood up on the open-air personnel carrier and cheered into the wind like a poet: "Go.
Fucking war!”
"Hey, brother, are you crazy?" Beside him, a white young man about the same age as him said, curling up to keep himself away from him, frowning with dissatisfaction: "Can't you just be quiet for a while?
?”
The black boy shook his finger disdainfully, stood in the middle of the troop carrier, pointed at the towering mountains that could be seen in the distance, and said in a gloating tone: "Since you like quiet, then where are you?"
Look, there are more than 500 single-person sentry towers on those mountains, built just for you to pick one at will."
After saying that, the black boy smiled with his white teeth and nudged Edward with his elbow: "Hey, older brother, do you think so?"
Compared to these young men, Edward's tough face is obviously much more mature.
"Oh, you are really a lunatic!" Looking at the optimistic attitude of the black man, the white boy next to him shook his head in distress, looked at the mountains in the distance, bit his lower lip and cursed: "I came to the battlefield, but
Not for the lonely guard tower!"
"Then what else can we do? A group of us recruits go directly to the battlefield?"
A young man next to him replied, looking at the black young man with great disdain and gesturing with his fingers: "I'm afraid no commander would dare to hire a novice like you." He laughed twice: "I'm afraid he can't even defend the defense line.
Stop, or the enemy will break through!"
However, the black guy did not answer. Instead, he looked at a hilltop in front of him and scratched his head in confusion: "I remember that we didn't have a military camp or a sentry tower there in front of us."
"What's wrong?" Looking at the direction of the black guy's finger, Edward turned his head slightly and looked over. On a hill more than a kilometer away, one could clearly see something that looked like an aircraft landing, and four or five human figures were slowly walking down.
, holding a weapon that looked ridiculously thin as a hair from here, and launched a defensive posture.
"Oh no!"
The black boy frowned and looked in that direction carefully. The people around him also looked in the direction of the hill out of curiosity. Suddenly, a man suddenly stood up and shouted, regardless of the bumpy troop carrier. He pointed and took out the top of the hill.
He opened his eyes wide and roared: "It's the enemy!"
"Everyone, sit still for me!"
The driver of the personnel carrier obviously noticed all this. Seeing the tongues of flames appear on the hill, he suddenly turned his head and roared, and turned the steering wheel fiercely outward. As he roared, tongues of flames emerged from the hills.
Suddenly, the sound of rumbling thunder came.
"It's a heavy machine gun!"
Edward's eyes narrowed slightly, and he pulled the black boy back to the cabin. Almost instantly, the two troop carriers walking in front turned into two fireballs with a roar, and the violent air waves almost destroyed the vehicles they were sitting on.
Pushed a few meters away, the centrifugal force scattered the soldiers on the car everywhere.
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