Chapter 459 The Beginning of War 3

"That's the situation."

In the tent that has been built, Zero tells the important members of his team about the tasks assigned above. Su, Feng, Berien, Brown, Ye Liu, Hai Wei, Leah. All the capable people in the zero team were present, showing the geographical environment of the Arc de Triomphe Bridge and the western end of the canyon in the smart brain screen of Zero. He handed over his brain to Brown, who observed the terrain and set up a defensive plan as soon as possible.

As for the information that other people have also obtained the occupation of some alien lives in the western city, these data were collected by the Golden Tomahawk through half a year of battle. It can be said that they are information exchanged for blood, so they are particularly precious.

There are a total of more than 20 intelligent races gathered this time. In addition to the scattered races, three of them are worth noting. These three aliens are the Pelidon, the Paisen and the Aly. Among them, the Palidong people look like a combination of wolves and eagles. They have an upright werewolf bodies, wings on their backs, and can fly medium and short distances. They are born airborne soldiers; while the Paisons are like intelligent pythons, with an average length of about 300 feet, rough skin and rough skin, strength and defense are the crown of the alien race. As for the last Alia, these guys are like demons from hell, lion-headed people, shrouded in a layer of flame. They are born with fire elemental abilities, can use most of the medium and low-level fire abilities, and are very troublesome long-range attackers.

The names of these three races are derived from their shapes and monsters in myths and legends. The alien race evolved from the wisdom of mute beasts. In a sense, they are not much different from those monsters in myths and legends.

"It seems that this task is not easy." Brown scratched his head and adjusted the topographic map to the outskirts between the canyon and the city and said, "This will be a buffer zone between the city and the bridge. If conditions permit, we can build effective fortifications and even battle bunkers here. It should be able to slow down the pace of those monsters' attack. Well, the defense line should also be set up a few more times, and finally be able to separate and annihilate them when their groups charge.

"Is this too passive?" Haiwei tilted her head, reached out to grab the brain from Brown, and then pulled the topographic map directly to the position of the city. Haiwei stretched out her hand and clicked on the screen, "If you want me to say, it's better to take the initiative. As long as they attract their attention, will they still be in the mood to attack the bridge? If they attack the bridge as usual, we will take the opportunity to tear down their old nests faster than to see who. Anyway, we still have two legions, the Golden Tomahawk and the Hammer of Destruction, and we won't destroy the regiment anyway.

"Should I say you are naive or innocent?" Brown touched Hu Zha's chin and smiled, "First of all, we are not enough. I don't think it's enough to defend this. Do you still have to take the initiative to attack? Secondly, let you take the initiative. Miss, do you know how big the city is? What are the areas occupied by aliens? What is the distribution of troops? If you rush in randomly like you, I'm afraid that if you go deep into the city center, you will eat it with a numerical advantage.

"I didn't say anything about confronting them, uncle, and you don't look at how complicated the city's transportation network is. We can completely adopt guerrilla tactics and fight their street battles, and limit the battlefield to a small area of space, so that we can make up for the quantitative gap to the greatest extent, right?

"So a little girl like you who hasn't developed a developed chest doesn't know anything. Will it work for you to apply human tactics to a group of monsters? Think about it, does the so-called street fighting mean anything that flies in the sky, climbs on the ground, and is as big as a train? Among other things, as long as the Aili comes to three or two members, Qing Songsong can turn your so-called street battle into a plain battle. In this way, you still insist on taking the initiative to attack?

"Hey, let's talk about it, I'm going to be angry about personal attacks!" Haiwei demonstrated with pink fists. It seems that she still cares about her chest.

"All right." Zero interrupted the two's tit-for-tat: "Brown's approach is not wrong, but Hai Wei's proposal is not unconsidered. One general once said that pure defense is passive, and proper counterattack is the best defense. So I would like to combine the opinions of Brown and Haiwei to take harassing attacks on enemy cities while doing a good job of defense. At present, our defense work will be more difficult, so we need to be more flexible in tactics to differentiate these pressures. Brown, and Haiwei, you two should think about it. Others can disband and rest. Let's get in good spirits and we will leave in the afternoon.

When the zero words fell, suddenly there was a harsh alarm outside the camp. Everyone knew what had happened. A few seconds later, Saul's solemn voice sounded in the communicator: "We were raided, and a large number of aliens suddenly poured into the west of the Arc de Triomphe Bridge. They have seized the west side of the bridge and attacked along the bridge. At present, the defenders of the Golden Tomahawk are fighting against them. Zero, I want you to go out immediately and drive these monsters back.

"I know." Zero-off communicator said to Brown, "Gather the soldiers, we have work to do!"

The battle broke out suddenly, and a large number of aliens from the west quickly seized the side of the bridge and attacked the human barracks facing east of the bridge. The army of the Golden Tomahawk quickly counterattacked, just to protect the bridge, making dozens of high-speed guns placed on the edge of the canyon useless. The Golden Tomahawk can only send a large number of servants to enter from the roughly completed east bridge and have a fierce encounter with the alien army in the middle of the bridge.

As soon as I left the camp, I heard a huge gunshot from the direction of the bridge, accompanied by the rise of fire and thick smoke. The violent explosion made people worry about whether it would cause irreparable damage to the main structure of the bridge.

Outside the barracks, soldiers of the Golden Tomahawk are leaving the barracks one after another. There were many people, but under the command of the non-commissioned officer's roar, the soldiers lined up in the direction of the Arc de Triomphe Bridge. But Zero knows that these are just servants of the Golden Tomahawk, and the real core strength of the Tyre Legion is those with average strength of about the fourth level. They all wear golden armor, use alloy axes, and use the tactics of close combat.

It is not difficult to find those with power in the fourth level or so, and it is not impossible to collect the fourth-order warriors of the thousand-person group. However, it is not easy to unify weapons and tactics in order to maximize the power of the group in battle. It takes a long period of grinding to cultivate a tacit understanding between battles, and the Golden Tomahawk does not have a training ground in Asgatry, and their training place is often on the real battlefield.

This is an iron-blooded army coming from the battlefield. Although it is not as good as the hammer of destruction in terms of the position and tactical flexibility of the capable person, its combat power is not much inferior. And the performance on the battlefield is better than the Hammer of Destruction.

Although I didn't see those regular soldiers in gold armor, I can feel the well-trained military literacy from these servants, which is the temperament that the scattered members of the Hammer of Destruction can't condense.

Behind him, Brown is trotting with 300 soldiers of zero himself. James and Staley's team also appeared later. Before Zero could say hello to them, they had led the team straight to the front line. Zero could only shake his head and ordered Brown to lead the soldiers to get up later. He greeted other capable people to rush to the Arc de Triomphe Bridge first.

The battle on the Arc de Triomphe Bridge is in full swing, and this time the alien attack is a kind of babone-like monster. But unlike the old baboons, these aliens have no hair, have four eyes and a rhinoplasty, and have dense bone spurs on their backs, just like a hedgehog. They move quickly and flexibly. Even if the main bridge of the Arc de Triomphe Bridge is only laid to the middle section, and the west bridge has only one skeleton.

But these monsters flexibly climb on the skeleton of the bridge. They will cling to the relatively fragile parts, and then the blood of the whole body will boil and every cell is burning. These aliens completely burn their own lives, exploding the essence of decades or more of life in an instant in exchange for terrible biological energy.

When the energy reaches a certain critical point, the monster's body will burst into a bright red blood flame, and then burst into a blood cloud. The blood cloud has considerable explosive power, and its impact is not lower than that of being directly hit by heavy artillery. The shock wave released by the explosion caused a certain degree of damage to the bridge structure. Perhaps the threat of two or three blood clouds is limited, but under the successive attacks, even the main structure of the bridge with titanium alloy action cannot withstand such damage.

Fortunately, after the alien raid, the defenders arranged by the Golden Tomahawk on the bridge quickly counterattacked. They occupied the middle of the bridge and used dense fire to push the monsters back or directly down the bridge. Under the bridge is a shadow canyon shrouded in darkness. No matter how strong these alien vitality is, if they fall directly, they will fall into mud.

But they did not stop attacking because of this, but became more crazy. When some of the monsters destroyed the bridge structure, others quickly approached the human defenders through the bridge. After approaching the distance between the two sides, the monsters will fall crazily. Their attack methods are monotonous but crazy, tearing with claws, biting with teeth, and using their flesh and blood to fight against the modern guns of the human defense force.

This is a fierce battle, and life falls every minute and every second. Flesh and blood flowers bloom one after another in the middle of the bridge, both exotic and human. Two different races, at this moment, their blood is entangled and inseparable from each other.

In addition to burning life and self-detoning like a biological bomb, monsters have another way to attack. They often curl up after jumping into the crowd. With hundreds of bone spurs on the back, they will splash around. The penetration of bone spurs is limited, which is better than a large number. From time to time, unlucky soldiers directly pierced the bone spurs through relatively weak positions such as throats or eyes, and all of them died.

And even if it only pierced into non-lethal parts such as thighs or arms, it will be torn to pieces by monsters because of distraction.

When Zero came to the bridge with other capable people, he saw the bloody killing scene. Other people are fine. Leah has never seen such a scene, and her face suddenly turned pale. The smell of blood on her face, as well as the blood and internal organs splashed on the bridge, gave her a great feeling of nausea.

But before Zero and others, James and Staley, who had arrived first, had already entered the battle.

James turned into a sickle demon. His whole body was covered with special crystal armor, and his chest and forehead were embedded with round energy crystals. In James's hand, a ferocious dark sickle is constantly flying, and the handle of the sickle can be decomposed according to needs, so that the range of James's attack when he waves the sickle can be far and close.

A faint layer of energy flame is attached to James's sickle, which makes the sickle extremely sharp. Many times, James waved a sickle, and several aliens were no different at first, and could even move freely for 1 to 2 seconds. But at this time limit, their bodies will have one or more flat cuts, and then they will become a piece of meat.

In this way, James waved his sickle and killed quietly and gracefully. Under his sickle, no monster can survive for 3 seconds.

Compared with James' quiet killing, Starley did a vigorous job.

This martial artist, promoted by the fighting master, fully exerts the fighting concept of the body as a weapon. Staley's whole body is wrapped in gorgeous energy armor, which is an energy armor that generally plays a defensive role when Hesu launches his destructive posture. It's just that the martial artist's energy armor is more focused on defense. Whether the monster tore it with its claws, fires bone spurs, or even uses self-detonation, it can't hurt Starley at all.

Under the protection of energy armor, Starley entered the enemy without fear. He was filled with terrible power with one punch and one leg, and each attack was more than 10 tons of huge punches and foot, not to mention the monster hit head-on. Even if it is just rubbed, it is the end of a fracture. Staley is like a meat grinder, leaving only deformed and twisted corpses wherever he goes.

After the two high-level players joined, the situation suddenly reversed. Aliens are constantly being forced back, which greatly increases the confidence of human defenders. They cooperated with James's actions and used strong firepower to suppress the monster's attack. Such a thing that two people alone can reverse the whole battle situation is unimaginable in the old times, but it is natural in this turbulent era.

The emergence of ability has led to the emergence of two different groups of ordinary people and capable people. Although the base of the former is hundreds or more times that of the latter, ironically, those who occupy the pyramid now have a relatively small base. The high-order ability firmly occupies the top of the food chain, and the strength of the individual may not be clearly reflected below the eighth level. But once the ability breaks through to the eighth level, it will bring about qualitative changes.

Just like James at this moment, in front of the eighth-order power, the number of low-order creatures is just a set of numbers. In the face of two eighth-class strong men, these aliens who look like babees can only be slaughtered.

The eighth level is a watershed! Looking at the killing on the west side of the bridge, Zero couldn't help thinking of Saul's words.