Chapter 169: The First Wave of East Asian Attacks

There was a famous saying in the desert in the past: whether the world is in chaos or not depends on its charm.

And now as the successor of Charm Construction, the Atlantic Federation.

I'm afraid no one will know their own style of doing things better than them.

So when Halberton was spending his days in the command center like years.

The adjutant he assigned to control the underground energy center was also extremely anxious.

You have to know that the energy center of the Alaska Joint Forces Headquarters is the only place that is not controlled by Admiral Halberdon.

At first I didn't think there would be anything unusual here, but now I think about why that place is not under the admiral's jurisdiction.

Even though the admiral appealed to his superiors time and again, those superiors just stubbornly rejected his request again and again.

It really makes people's backs chill.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry." The adjutant urged the soldiers of the former Eighth Fleet to speed up.

In fact, these former Eighth Fleet soldiers were already running very fast.

Faced with the urging of their superiors, the soldiers dared to swear.

Even if a plumber came into the house, they would not return home any faster than they do now.

However, even so, the adjutant still felt it was too slow.

"Ping."

Suddenly, just when this group of soldiers armed to the teeth were about to reach their destination.

A warning shot was fired.

"Is there really a conspiracy? Are the Atlantic Federation's top brass really planning to use us as cannon fodder?"

Hearing the gunshot, the adjutant growled through gritted teeth.

"Sir, shall we attack?"

The soldiers selected from the surrounding areas naturally knew why they came here this time.

Seeing this, they immediately felt discouraged, in order to avoid becoming a turkey in the oven.

Many soldiers pulled the bolt and asked.

Since you are unkind, don't blame us for being unjust. It has happened in history anyway.

For example, bloody veterans died on the way to petition, so what are you still telling us about obeying orders?
Don't quit!

Many soldiers were even discussing in low voices whether they could leave the Alaska Joint Forces Headquarters alive this time.

When I return to the Federation, I will let those officials in the Pentagon know.

What is the revenge from the soldiers.

"and many more."

The adjutant was also furious and was about to give the order to the soldiers to do whatever they wanted.

Just rush in and kill everyone without leaving any trace.

The gate to the main road of the energy center opened by itself.

"What's going on?" The adjutant and several senior generals were delighted.

Could it be that the soldiers inside want to turn against their own side in the battle?

Yes, that's for sure.

After all, even those fanatical believers of Blue Cosmos would still use their brains when it comes to life and death.

"That is?"

So when they looked expectantly at the slowly opening door, the gun barrel that first came into view made some soldiers exclaim in surprise.

"95?"

Stopping some rookies who were about to draw their guns, the experienced soldiers identified the model of the gun and what it represented through the barrel.

Seeing this, the adjutant and the officers blushed.

It turned out that the other side did not want to surrender, nor did they want to resist, but reinforcements arrived.

But this reinforcement is very...hawkish.

Compared with this, we, the authentic eagles, don’t seem to be eagle enough!

"Forget it." Admiral Halberton's adjutant straightened his military cap, put on a business-like smile on his face, and walked up.

If the enemy's troops show up here, the Alaska Joint Forces Headquarters will be as stable as a rock.

There is no better result than this!

It was still unknown what was happening at the energy center, and Halberton found that he didn't have to worry about things there for the time being.

Because of the lightning warfare that had once been so successful, almost all of the enemy's adjusters had poured into the basin located in the center of the mountains.

In a short period of time, through division and encirclement, large numbers of the Allied forces were surrounded and annihilated, and they had no power to fight back.

"The situation is over."

Faced with the screen full of red representing the enemy, Halbottom, who was helpless, pulled his collar.

From the external observation surveillance video, he had already seen the hideous weapons of the adjusters right in front of his eyes.

How he crushed the tanks of the Loyal and Brave United Army with one foot.

How to shoot down the fighter planes that take off at the risk of their lives like shooting turkeys.

Or maybe one shot could send all the soldiers on the defensive position to heaven.

Even though some soldiers were unwilling to accept the reality of failure, they tried to stop it with their own lives.

But
"Let them retreat." Closing his eyes, Admiral Halberton issued the final order.

The most humane and wise general in the coalition army did not want to see those soldiers sacrificed in vain. "Let each unit break out on their own. The Alaska coalition headquarters can no longer be defended."

"This"

Immediately because of Admiral Halberdon's declaration of failure, many soldiers in the command center lowered their heads unwillingly.

They have tried so hard, and the headquarters of the joint forces is located midway between the Atlantic Federation and the East Asian Federation.

Even this can be flattened by the adjuster!
Are natural persons really inferior to adjusters?
Or is it!

The soldiers thought of a possibility, and they gritted their teeth in the command center, and could only sigh helplessly that God was not on their side.

Especially Halbert himself, he raised his head at a 45-degree angle with tears flashing in his eyes, his lips trembled and in the end he just let out a long sigh.

Then he signaled to the soldiers in the command post with a dull look on his face to escape quickly, since whoever could escape was the best.

At this point, it seems that the whole battle should end with the adjuster's great victory.

And looking at the natural human soldiers who were defeated in front of them, all the adjusters on the battlefield did not think much.

What kind of waves can the natural people of the United Army stir up?

"Hahaha, we won!"

Jin Enzhong's adjuster soldier picked up his rifle and pulled the trigger at the natural soldiers who were fleeing from the trench in panic.

The Adjuster soldier laughed wantonly as he watched the bullets, which were heavy artillery for humans, tearing the human body apart.

"I'm going to kill you. You're just animals in human form!"

"And we are the chosen ones, the real ones chosen by God and the world!"

The battlefield is the most inhumane place, especially for some soldiers who have been brainwashed by the so-called adjuster supremacy.

Even ordinary people, not just soldiers, have long accepted this idea.

Subconsciously, these civilians and soldiers will no longer have the empathy that humans should have.

So once they gain power, they can do anything.

Massacre, endless massacre.

Even the natural soldiers laid down their weapons and walked out of the fortifications.

After luring out the natural soldiers through deception.

The powerful adjusters showed no mercy, they did not hesitate and even had a happy smile on their faces.

At this moment the color of the world is red.

When victims become perpetrators, they can be even more cruel than the original perpetrators.

Or perhaps it is because only in this way can they feel their own strength and forget what they have experienced.

This was supposed to be their suffering.

He clamors to make sure others never have enough to eat.

Even if other people with normal thinking and logic try to persuade him, the brain-damaged bastard still does his own thing.

"what is that?"

Suddenly, at the outermost edge of the Alaskan battlefield, an adjuster soldier who was enjoying the pleasure of killing looked up and pointed at the sky.

"What else could it be? Maybe our Dean?"

Hearing this, another soldier said without thinking that in his eyes, the sky was also a place given to them by God.

So what else is flying in the sky?
Don't think about anything else except your own purple Dean.

"No way? Dean is purple, but now those things in the sky are white?"

The soldier from before retorted that he still knew what Dean was like.

But those boxy things with two jet engines and four deflectable ducted propeller wings.

Drone?

In today's world of neutron jammers, who would still play with this outdated stuff?
The world today belongs to MS!
"Ok?"

Because his remarks were repeatedly refuted, another soldier looked up at the sky in displeasure.

Through the external camera of the MS in the cockpit, he zoomed in on the image of the sea-sky junction in the distance.

"Drone, is it really a drone, or is it a model I haven't seen before?"

The soldier, who was also a drone enthusiast before joining the army, recognized the device in the picture.

Before he could figure out why drones could still fly in the world today, he made another shocking discovery.

Which good family’s drone can fly to an altitude of 10,000 meters?

Thinking he had seen it wrong, the soldier checked the height scale again carefully.

While he was checking, more and more drones formed dense queues and appeared in the field of vision of more people.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

Now there is no need to raise the camera lens specifically, as more adjuster soldiers have noticed these uninvited guests from afar.

"Attack, attack!"

Wherever unmanned attack aircraft appeared on the outer edge of the battlefield, there were adjuster soldiers who were caught off guard and shouted slogans of fighting back.

Guns were raised, missiles ready.

The first batch of air superiority purple Deans flew over.

At present, they have basically taken over the United Nations’ Alaska headquarters.

I am still very confident that I can take down those seemingly endless drones.

(End of this chapter)