".................. Eh, enemy intrusion! Enemy invasion!"
There's absolutely no need to sound an alarm on BISHOP, but Taro screamed unexpectedly. A myriad of wind appearances in which he pierces his hands and feet onto the rudder base wall and slowly climbs the outer wall. It was fear itself.
"" Taylor, we're still at a distance from the enemy. Isn't that a false alarm? ""
Alan's voice in a hurry. Taro said, "It's a hole! There's a hole in the ground! shouting," I heard a tongue pounding from across the comms machine.
"" It's only been fifteen minutes... damn it, I'll get Phantom and all the others that way. The Admiral will do everything in his power to evacuate us now. ""
"No, no, he said he was evacuated... what am I supposed to do?"
A steel organism that stands to block its way home. At first glance, Hogan's consciousness seemed to be going, but I had no idea what the actual situation was.
"If you go the other way..."
He meets one of the waynes who was just about to get over the wall where he flicked his body around the tower where the main cannon sits. Taro turned his rifle against him, holding onto him many times as he shrugged his back, forgetting to breathe as well.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Squeeze the trigger at once.
Flames and muzzle flashes flash several times over the muzzle, and the impact of the shooting is transmitted to the arm. Waind's appearance, undressingly dancing in his open eyes, disappeared beyond the outer wall at the same time as the joints in his legs smashed.
"Ha... ha..."
trembling feet. The fingers that pulled the trigger did not move nervously and it was necessary to use the left hand to return them to their original position. Taro rushesitates to replace the magazine, thinking that he has shot out all the bullets in just a few seconds.
"" Hey, Taylor. Sentry gun fire is stopping! Do something! ""
Alan's voice over the comms again. When Taro reacted frighteningly to his voice, he dropped the magazine in his hand onto the floor.
"Oh, oh... I know. I know."
Taro kneels on the floor in an attempt to pick up the magazine.
Shadows on the ground that move slightly and something that passes over your head at high speeds.
Looking up, there's a wayin 'indian figure struggling to pull his hand through the outer wall. I didn't want to think about how that hand came to pierce the wall.
………………
The natural enemies of mankind, right in front of them, carry an overwhelming sense of fear, partly because they are conscious of the shooting at the resumed Sentry Gun. When he really felt scared, Taro wondered in some calm part of his head if this was something that would make people unable to move either.
(Oh, this is no good?
Apparently, the wind in front of him managed to pull out his sickle-shaped hand, turning his body toward Taro even as he lost his balance. He shook up the sickle loudly just momentarily as he tilted his little head unlike the giant.
Hogan, I need the president.
The shaken right elbow of the wayne is crushed and falls according to gravity to the ground. Wynd cleverly institutionalized himself with four legs, even as he was thrilled by the shock, but at the next moment his legs were destroyed one by one in the articular part.
"Eye, eye. I've been entrusted. Come on, boss, let's get moving."
Fluffy, lifting body. Taro glanced at Hogan's face, who had turned to him, and then found behind him the figure of Phantom, who had destroyed Wind's limbs.
"It's adorable when it comes to this... isn't it? A grotesque figurine at best."
Phantom lifted the wind lying with his hands and feet lost as he gently advanced his legs. As he approached the rooftop edge gently, he threw a chunk of iron in his hand downward.
"Captain, is that a strike?
"No, don't have too many pins to do that. Expect spares from space."
When Phantom said that and flaunted his shoulder, he began to bullet as if nothing had happened to the pistol he was always making him sneak into his nostalgia. From behind him emerges the Waind, which reaches the roof, from the next to the next, each pointing its giant toward Phantom.
"Shit...... I need to help"
Taro excites his courage and tries to move forward. But its body is drawn again, dragging it in the opposite direction from consciousness.
"I don't know what to say, but even if the president goes, he'll just get in the way. We'll take care of the remodeled infantry."
Hogan's voice like a teach. And what was happening in front of me was enough to make Taro lose his temper to complain.
Phantom lets himself leap loosely as he loads a bullet, as if to do a dance. All the sickles that pierced the iron of the wind cut the sky, and even Taro saw where it was on purpose. Phantom, as he advanced his foot to sew the enemy group, finally lifted his pistol, apparently finished loading it, firing six rounds at a machine-guns-like speed. Then there were six immobile waindies around him. All were destroyed around the head and the bullet seemed to have a small explosion inside the penetrated torso.
"... no, no, hey"
Though dragged by Hogan, Taro let one penetrate. He didn't see it as a very human craftsmanship.
"Don't tell us to imitate that. There's no way I can do that."
"I can't, not everyone in the modified infantry is oh... oh, I'm fine now. I can walk."
"Right. No, if everyone was such a monster, all the land wars would be cyborgs. But the reality is, no. Don't you?"
"Well, if you ask me... If you're one body, you're not Dada, the most powerful galactic empire."
While Taro laughed bitterly with his pulled face, he again had the same feeling as when he was to be hired. That is, I wonder why he is moving as his own man. Whatever it would be a better place to get a job, if it was him, you could have chosen all you wanted.
"Oh, right. But it's not invincible, and no matter how many captains you have, how can you do all this? I think it'll be ten minutes or so."
Phantom's men run in the opposite direction from Taro and Hogan. Taro thought it would be enough if he lived ten minutes surrounded by it, but the moment he figured out what it meant, he almost screamed.
"Oh, my God... I need to evacuate you."
It already seemed good to decide that Laderbase defense had failed. The number of enemies springing up was unusual, and some five minutes minus the time the Phantoms would earn from the time it took to activate Operation Aurora seemed like enough time to destroy the base.
"Alan...... Alan! Defense is a failure! Prepare to retreat immediately!
"" ………… ok. Give the tank squad breakthrough instructions. All clear to evacuate in five minutes! Anyone who misses will be bombed with the base! ""
Alan's flushed alarm sounds and the helmet display stains red. Taro bit his teeth into the gradually overflowing remorse, but also ran toward the underground passage, which was his escape destination. I wanted to throw myself into evacuation guidance and even a second's pause, but I had more to do than that.
"Taylor! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
As we go underground, we find Marr among the evacuees. As she ran over to Taro, she began to check her body with her pepper from the top of her armsuit.
"So, it's okay. I'm not hurt anywhere. Let's hurry up. We have to activate the bomb code and destroy the information."
"Yeah, I know............... but too bad. This is how it turned out."
"Mm-hmm. We don't know anything about the enemy's power. We didn't have time upstairs. It may not be comforting, but you did your best."
"Well... hey, we're going to take a tank to NASA headquarters"
"Right. The evacuation plan will do that, but in some cases, we might keep running on the surface. I don't know how many underground cities in NASA would have with that amount."
"Are we in danger of being attacked because of what we've done?
"... well, that's the thing. I'll just have to make up my mind to see how it goes. Seriously, tanks were faster and more helpful."
"Keep on running, air strike at the enemy from above............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Than that, Taylor, the Aurora operation you were talking about, it really works, doesn't it?
"Ouch. I saw it on the news a little while back on Earth. I forgot when it happened."
"Um, I know that would theoretically happen, but there's something unrealistic about it. No one would have thought of fighting on the planet."
"Well, you are. There won't be anyone to research the navy in a world without sea, and you don't have an idea in the first place...... but five more minutes...... damn"
Taro advanced his legs toward the center of the base, even as he maligned the status quo, which he had lost just five minutes short. To prevent that from happening due to errors or operational errors, it is necessary to operate the self-destruct process and information destruction directly on the terminal.
"Hi Xiaomei, thanks for your hard work. It's been tough for all of us."
Upon arrival at the center, the executive card key is used to enter the control room where Xiaomei is holding off. Then Xiao Mei appeared wrapped in a special sheet for EMP protection and slowly nodded one.
"No, compared to above, this was heaven, Mr. Taylor. Destroying detonation codes and information?
"It's quick and helpful, Xiaomei. So do me a favor."
"Got it, Mr. Taylor. Enter the detonation code and cancel all information terminals. Are you sure?
I was about to open my mouth to ask for a favor, but I shut that mouth silently.
Significant funds and investments have been made in the development and installation of orbital satellite elevators, which would be a huge loss if lost even at the base alone. Moreover, the planetary development was based on an elusive purpose of Earth exploration, and there was also a large aspect of Rising Sun's forced push through the midst of disagreements. The thrust by failure was unlikely to be avoided, and I didn't even want to think about what negative impact that would have. In some cases, it can also be a fatal issue for alliances. And most importantly, I couldn't do it when I thought about my men who had been lost in battle.
"Five minutes... no, three minutes is fine... manage to get those guys..."
Taro flatters his face about to cry from remorse, bumps and squeals. After spending precious time getting out and doing so for a while, he looked up as if he thought.
".................. hey Marr. The main cannon up there, can you shoot the next one already?
"Yeah, I can shoot you... but now I know you've shelled me. It's just a little messy in those rows, huh?
"No, I don't shoot in the line. Shooting is..."
Taro pointing to the ceiling.
"It's on the roof. Let's not stretch it and leave it at close range. It could blow up the turret, but you don't mind."