The military Humvee moved forward slowly. Looking at the platoon leader who also raised his hands and the soldier holding an M4-A1 assault rifle behind him, the commander nodded slightly: "Let's move closer, three meters apart."
The raised hands of both parties indicate that there is no hostility, but it does not mean surrender. In the past life, no matter which country they were from, even if they did not understand the language, they could express a very clear meaning, that is: there is no hostility.
"Hey, head, this is really bad."
Although he tried to calm himself down, looking at the T72 main battle tanks and BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicles lined up hundreds of meters behind the military Humvee, the soldier felt like trembling all over: "Oh God,
Please protect me."
Especially the main guns on the tanks and infantry fighting vehicles. Even if they are at least more than 400 meters apart, they can see the darkness in the center that seems to never be able to be resolved.
But what scares him is the blazing light that breaks out in the darkness. It is not the salvation of God, but the gaze of death.
"Do you think we can ever go back?"
The platoon leader raised his hands, turned his face slightly and said nonchalantly: "Little guy, if we turn around and look back, the best result is that the people on the opposite side are ready to open fire, the best result."
Before the soldier could speak, the platoon leader suddenly smiled, grinned at the soldiers behind him and laughed loudly: "Of course, the worst result is to open fire from the other side, and we melt into this land we love so much.
Well, it can also be said to be rotten."
"God oh God."
The soldier suddenly discovered that the platoon leader, who was originally very good at joking, was suddenly like a ferryman on the River Styx, taking him to the endless abyss and suffering all kinds of torture: "This is really bad, really bad.
"
The platoon leader smiled slightly, as if he was sweating coldly at the soldier behind him. He didn't notice anything about the trembling and praying soldier, but his eyes slightly glanced at the T72 main battle tanks, and something flashed in his eyes.
Scared.
On the soil of the United States, an armored company of this size operates. As the tower commander, he was not notified. This is completely unreasonable, and in some cases, he can even be treated as an enemy.
"Hopefully we can have a good talk, God bless, my Lord Almighty."
However, contacting the groups of weird enemies he encountered before made him feel somewhat relaxed. After swallowing, the platoon leader looked at the shooter on the military Humvee and breathed a sigh of relief: "At least these
Guys are human."
"The young man behind him is really timid."
An Army Ranger on the co-pilot said with some dissatisfaction, looking at the soldier behind the platoon leader. Some kind of pride from the U.S. Army made him curse secretly: "I really don't know when he faces the enemy,
Is this also the case?"
The Rangers belong to the elite troops of the U.S. Army. Unlike the Marine Corps, which is only under the command of the President, they are elites directly under the U.S. Army Command, and their relationship with ordinary American soldiers is more appropriate.
Especially when he saw the cowardly look of the U.S. Army soldier, he felt even more disdainful, but more of a kind of anger. He believed that this behavior tarnished the heroic banner of the U.S. Army.
"You have to understand that he is facing an armored company, and he is an infantry platoon."
The commander shrugged nonchalantly, looked at a man's head behind the simple position not far away, and couldn't help but smile: "Their platoon leader is indeed very courageous, and can remain calm and rational in the face of powerful enemies."
Each of them is a member of the elite special forces, and of course they are qualified to comment on this group of ordinary U.S. Army troops. Because at the grassroots level, each of them is probably at the level of company commander, platoon commander, or even battalion commander.
"indeed."
The ranger nodded in agreement. The platoon leader could initiate negotiations through subtle observation. He was indeed a wise and brave commander. He said with admiration: "A qualified commander is very capable."
good."
The speed of the military Humvee was getting slower and slower, but the soldier on the single-man welding turret still had a smile on his face. Looking at the platoon leader walking over, he couldn't help but waved: "Hi, brother, good morning."
"Hmm, good morning."
Hearing the soldier on the welding turret saying hello, the platoon leader immediately showed a smile on his face, put down his raised hands, put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "The weather is very good today, but it is not suitable for traveling, my brother
.”
The two of them smiled the same way, both in standard American English, even with a certain California accent. They were both from Los Angeles, and the same accent immediately made them feel slightly relaxed.
"Crunch——"
The military Humvee stopped, and the four soldiers inside immediately opened the door and stepped out, two Marines and two Army Rangers, but the Ranger heavy machine gunner on the welding turret was still on guard.
Although it is confirmed that there is no hostility, it is only on the surface. If any emergency occurs, they, as the front line, will definitely be violently attacked, and even die here. He must maintain a certain degree of vigilance to ensure that his side
Safety.
"We are the U.S. Army's local troops, and behind us is the guard tower we are responsible for."
The platoon leader looked at the ranger walking at the front, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands. After letting go, he pointed back: "Every troop's passage requires our records.
.”
"We are a unit of the special agency affiliated with the CIA." The commander smiled and said directly: "I can't tell you the name of our unit, but if you don't mind, you can contact us through the above."
These are Edward's original words. In the Sky World, S.H.I.E.L.D. is indeed affiliated with the CIA, and in the CIA, there are also personnel with glorious charters from S.H.I.E.L.D. who deal with this kind of situation.
Various things about superpowers in the world of the sky.
"Of course, I guess if it's okay, I need to make an inquiry."
The platoon leader turned his head slightly and glanced at the T72 main battle tank and BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle behind him. He couldn't help but shrugged and said pointedly: "Those tanks and infantry fighting vehicles really look a bit...
Worry.”
His words are very clear. Even in the United States in the previous life, no one dared to drive out Soviet or Russian armored vehicles so blatantly, especially if they were fully armed and formed an armored company, it would cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
If the troops responsible for local defense discover them, they even have the right to directly warn them. If there is no answer or peaceful action, they will immediately launch an attack without any related responsibilities.
"We also purchased a lot of things that were smuggled after the collapse of the Soviet Union for research."
The commander smiled. Of course he heard the meaning of the platoon leader's words and couldn't help but smile: "Besides, Russia is now equipped with T90 main battle tanks. You know, they are no less powerful than our M1A2 main battle tanks."
.”
"That's really good." The platoon leader smiled and took out a piece of military communication equipment behind his back. After pressing the button a few times, he connected to a certain communication agency. After explaining a few words, he hung up.
Telephone.
"How's it going?" The commander looked at the platoon leader's relaxed brow and couldn't help but smile and asked: "Looking at you, you should have solved it, so can we pass?"
"certainly."
The platoon leader smiled, waved back and made a gesture, and the soldiers immediately lowered their guns and stood up in a relaxed manner. Some even put their fingers in their mouths and blew a few hard blows.
Whistle.
In the armored company at the rear, Sonny smiled slightly, made a sideways gesture to Edward who was not far away, pressed the walkie-talkie on his shoulder and smiled softly: "I think it has been solved."
"Get ready to go, let's continue to Los Angeles."
Nodding and looking at the U.S. Army soldiers who had gradually moved away the roadblocks, Edward waved back, and the roar of engines instantly sounded in the armored company. With bursts of smoke, the entire convoy began to move forward again.
The T72 main battle tanks continued to lead the battle, followed closely by infantry fighting vehicles and armored personnel carriers, swarming Edward's military off-road vehicles in the middle and carefully guarding them.
"Hey, if you guys want to go to Los Angeles, you better be careful."
Seeing Edward's armored companies walking past one by one, the platoon leader suddenly said to the commander next to him: "It's been very uneasy recently. The best way to get there is to prepare for battle."
"Prepare for battle?" Kratos passed by and couldn't help but waved the order to stop the armored vehicle. Looking at the platoon leader from the shooting position, he smiled and asked: "Is the city of Los Angeles still occupied by the enemy?
"
"Not human, that's all I can say."
The platoon leader shrugged and said to Kratos helplessly: "Los Angeles is no longer a human city. It seems to have become a base for aliens. We have launched a fierce war with them.
Firefight."
“The city of Los Angeles has been taken over by aliens?”
Kratos frowned tightly, looking at the outline of Los Angeles in the distance, but found that there was not much smoke of war, but the platoon leader in front of him didn't need to lie. He nodded and thanked: "Thank you, we will pay attention."
They have fought countless aliens, and they are not even aliens. They don't have much fear of those guys, Kratos or even an ordinary soldier.
"Move on, Los Angeles."
Edward narrowed his eyes slightly. Unless they were extremely powerful aliens, he really didn't have many enemies to fear. He leaned half of his body out of the top window, with a smile on his lips. He waved gently toward Los Angeles: "
