The MS attacking was not a master, of course not a rookie, and the technology was just mediocre, and the MS was also chaotic. It attacked the dagger, GINN, Xigu and even Dean used in the Earth Circle! In addition, they had a numerical advantage, and the Silver Wolf Patrol was unbearable to command, and they shot down two GINNs in just 5 minutes. Without the protection of MS, the Earth Army had proved a truth with hundreds of times, that is, the warships were just a dinner.

"No. 1 and No. 2, approach these two ships from the side." The mercenaries who temporarily served as commander of the MS team were older, probably in their 40s. Because the group of people hired by the L4 consortium came from different mercenary groups and security service companies, there was no fixed code name between them.

"I understand." The two free mercenaries (without a mercenary group, mainly engaged in small-scale operations) responded and began to climb and dive at a small angle respectively. The two patrol boats transformed by Silver Wolf, obviously lacking firepower. The 450MM electromagnetic cannon passed by weakly and were soon thrown behind by a GINN and a Xigu.

The two free mercenaries were grimly smiling, and the 76MM caliber ammunition swept down the stern of the two patrol boats like a storm. In the end, the other team leader couldn't bear to see this kind of abuse. He used the beam rifle on the attacking dagger to send the two ships to hell.

"Clear the route, your Excellency, Hayesse has spread our legs for us." Under the violent light of the explosion of the two warships, the elderly mercenary reported to the rear. He raised his head and looked at the colonial satellite not far away, and found that the satellite was still quiet, as if there was no reaction.

On the transport ship behind, the agent from the L4 consortium smiled satisfied. When the bright lights in the distance were turned off three times, the smile on his face became deeper, which means that Helen, Wimbledon and others had begun to conquer the internal situation! Because Hayess's port area was blocked after Rhodes' departure, the agent had to choose a more violent way of moving forward!

The large-caliber beam main cannon from the same model as the head of the "Agamemnon-class" jetted out dazzling light, and the entire colonial satellite opposite was trembling, and then a large hole had appeared on it. Because of the air pressure, the items inside the colonial satellite were constantly being thrown into the universe.

This violent vibration naturally shocked the black bear in the office. As a veteran, of course, he would not encounter stupid things like "earthquake" in the universe. But those who can reach this level of vibration are naturally "explosion". When Klose turned his brain slowly, the communicator on the table screamed.

"It's me."

"Deputy Commander! The local garrison army has turned against us! They are attacking us!" A rapid sound came from the communicator, and in addition, the sound of fried bean-like gunshots are even more harsh.

Klose looked at the watch and it was around 13 noon. When he recalled the report just now, he suddenly understood! He was so careful that he was still fooled! TMD was fooled by a stinky brat! No wonder the headquarters did not get any alarm.

But even so, the powerful nerves tempered on the long-term battlefield calmed down Kloze and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "Retract the defense line and determine the number of enemies coming for me! In addition, hide MS and heavy weapons, and there may be stronger enemies later."

Klose was not worried about the group of mobs in the garrison brigade. However, the violent vibration just now was likely to be an enemy destroying the outer wall of the colonial satellite. He hung up the communicator and connected to the port command to let the left-behind personnel activate the backup power supply and enable the entire Hayesse's defense system to start again.

After explaining this, Klose spitted on the precious carpet, and the remaining eye shone with bloodthirsty light. He touched his glittering head, turned around and took out an assault rifle from the hanging wall, then put on a bulletproof vest and inserted six magazines in his chest. Like Rhode, he was never a commander sitting in the back, and the "Black Bear" was more accustomed to fighting on the front line in his own way.

"Guys, there's work to do." Klose put his weapon intact, kicked open the side door next to his office, and shouted.

The room was not big, there were only more than 10 people inside, and these dozen people were lazy, either gambling or playing games. They just heard Klose's voice, and these people jumped up like springs.

"Oh, damn, black bear, don't you know I've just transferred my fortune?" A black man with a narrow horse face roared in frustration.

Klose glanced at him and knew that everyone in this room was the elite of Silver Wolf and might not drive MS, but individual combat was definitely a master. Originally, this group of people took on missions on Earth, but after the South American mission, Rhodes transferred them to the universe.

So he spread his hands and said, "Shut up the blade! Now there are a group of bastards raised by bitches who have been rebellious and want to kill us. If you are still alive later, I don't mind paying for your losses." Then he turned around and faced everyone and said, "Okay guys, get your weapons ready, let's teach those sissies what war is!"

After the words came to an end, there was no more complaints. There was only the crisp sound of pulling the bolts of the guns. Sniper rifles, assault rifles, general machine guns, grenades, and even anti-tank missiles. Various killing weapons were taken out from all corners. Three minutes later, a team of elite mercenaries with live ammunition stood in a row in front of Klose.

When Klose finished preparing, the war on the surface was entering a white-hot stage. Compared with the rare but war-torn Silver Wolf mercenaries, these local garrison troops were like targets with stiff movements, being nailed to the ground by hot warheads shot out from various corners.

Lorran Ix held a telescope in the rear and watched his team of men break into a bloody mist by the fire of the machine gun from the side. Before he could curse, an officer beside him who was also observing was suddenly hit and was beaten into two pieces from his waist! He was hit directly by a large-caliber anti-equipment rifle.

"Sniper!" the guards shouted, suppressing the shooting in the direction of gunfire, but it was like shooting air, and any experienced sniper would transfer positions after shooting.

Ix shrank his head, pulled out his pistol and added a shot to the officer who was still screaming, as a way to relieve his pain. Then he looked around. The remaining soldiers looked frightened. It seemed that no matter how much gold he used, he could not regain his morale. Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but feel very depressed. You must know that he had been lurking for so long to quietly save enough weapons and ammunition, and even if he had a 5-fold advantage in military strength, he could not do anything to those dirty mercenaries.

"How long will it take for Mr. Robles and the others to arrive?" Ix shouted, placing his hope for victory on reinforcements.

But he did not get an answer because before the communicator was connected, a strong attack dagger had already flew out of the elevator. The position of the shelling just now was in the mezzanine of the double outer wall of the 'Hayess', and it could not affect the residential area where it was fighting.
Chapter completed!