Monster Factory

The sun is hanging high, but there is no feeling of heat.

Behind the ridge, a few kilometers from the canyon camp, Ye Qing and a group of monsters are preparing for the end.

Six aircraft, the crystal left one in place. Encrypted communications equipment has been deployed inside the aircraft. Ye Qing and the monsters can communicate with each other through the headphones built into the helmet.

This set of ghost armor worn by Ye Qing is considered an internal supply in the internal supply version.

“All right, everybody take your positions, and the time of attack will be set by the crystal.” Ye Qing took a deep breath and soon ended his pre-war mobilization.

In fact, there's no need to talk too much about the monsters, their fighting skills are just as impeccable as industrial knowledge.

In addition, this battle, commanded by Ye Qing and Jing Jing, is arguably a battle that will allow professional combat commanders to jump their teeth and feet.

There is no prior necessary battlefield detection, no intelligence support, no logistical security, not even a second set, and no third set of response options.

But this is the kind of team that spends more time discussing the finishing touches than the tactics.

Listening to their tone, it seems so simple to destroy these enemies that the end is the trouble.

Thirty seconds to thunder strike.

Ye Qing's last, walked into the cockpit of the Lord's Battleship.

He is also the only one on the great Lord's ship.

This battle does not require Ye Qing to take the lead, but Ye Qing's responsibilities are equally significant. He was going to take the lead in destroying the Sovereign Battleship and could carry all the men below to escape the day of birth.

At this point, the monsters that were sitting in their respective aircraft suddenly disengaged from the untouched state of the ribbon. They lifted their right hand in sync, and on the left wrist, the sophisticated electronic watch with the mini joystick kept operating.

Meanwhile.

Eight stood in front of the aircraft and the statue-like biogenic gold carved wings flew high.

Each golden carved claw has an electronic device the size of a computer chassis.

“Ang ~”

The eagle roared, and the sky curbed the clouds.

……

Bernadette is an elite sergeant.

He served in the First Cavalry Division of the United States Army's direct aviation brigade, a lieutenant pilot whose main task was to fly the Black Eagle utility helicopter and hire him on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

It is no longer necessary to repeat the name of the first cavalry division, whose first cavalry division, in the battlefield of Afghanistan, is a land beast armed to the teeth, whoever the enemy is, and against them, there is only one hell of a way out.

Bernadette has been serving in the Air Brigade for a long time. He flew a Black Eagle helicopter and fought on the transport line for 30 hours in a row. Until the battle was over, he could not even climb down the cockpit and had to have company to frame him.

He also led mysterious commandos through the mountains, one after the other, after another, completing what seemed impossible.

Bernadette is elite and knows the whole of the battlefield in Afghanistan.

And that's why Bernadette is so confused today.

Because of him and his co-pilot, he received a secret assignment from the Baghra Air Force Base General Command.

The level of confidentiality of the mission was not only unknown to him since his service. Not only should the task contents be kept secret from his superiors, but even his first cavalry divisional command has no right to ask the task contents.

Even the Black Hawk helicopter he operated replaced an independent liaison system, reporting only to the immediate commander of the mission. If you dare to reveal a word afterwards, you may not have a chance to go to a military court.

Bernadette thought he was going to be part of a great operation that was destined to be remembered in history, and the mission started, and he just escorted a technician who didn't even fart the whole way.

Bernadette and his co-pilot were conscious and, following the route known only five minutes before departure, after flying to this canyon destination, he did not ask anyone a word.

Even that strange device, hidden under a camouflage net and filled with myriad secrets, he didn't take a second look.

He doesn't know if he can march in, he just knows that if curiosity is heavy, he might not see the sun next year.

Half an hour ago, he received an alert order.

By flying a Black Hawk helicopter to the ridge above the camp, Bernadette can see every move across the camp, even the two fire points at the only exit.

There were also two special forces members beside the helicopter, drumming a equipment box with a small launcher and a military notebook.

Bernardette recognises this equipment, the new HAWK soldier reconnaissance radar. It can effectively monitor vehicle targets or vehicle movement targets within a 15-kilometre radius. However, it also requires a high level of topography, and in mountainous areas only surveillance of the air can be provided.

Bernardette doesn't ask too many questions, but he can't help but have a few words in mind.

As for……

Even the soldier radar is mounted.

Even without a word, Bernadette can smell the famous "Ranger" in the military action of these people in the camp.

He had already carried several cavalry squads whose fighting power was simply inhuman, and in a small battle, they could repel the attacks of hundreds of enemies with dozens of them.

There are now 20 or 30 people in the camp, not to mention that defensive positions have been established in advance. Even in a sudden battle, where there are no 500 armed men, there is no way for the camp's defensemen to take it seriously.

He's still in constant contact with the Air Force Base.

When an enemy arrives, he greets, and it takes less than half an hour, the warplanes in the air base will whistle.

In Afghanistan, can anyone make dozens of Rangers elite enough to withstand for half an hour?

No, after a few years of combing, the climatic enemy's headgrass is already a metre high. The rest, it's all a little fuss.

Though it is well known that no enemy will dare come to their tiger beard. But the mission is just like those two Rangers. When they set up the soldier radar, they were probably complaining about the commanders, so let's make a big deal of it.

Bernadette sits in the cockpit in a ready position, but does not have the mentality to do so.

In the midst of boredom, Bernadette suddenly saw several black dots pop up at the top of the mountain at the end of his field of view.

He tightened his heart and laughed at himself again.

Because those black dots soaring this way, they're clearly a bunch of wings spreading stunning mountain carvings.

If there were enemies, there would be merit and a reward.

Bernadette didn't take it seriously, and the two rangers, who were responsible for solo radar, suddenly screamed.

“Enemy attack! ”

As soon as they had spoken, one of the crew members raised his assault rifle high and the other rushed to the helicopter depot, where he had a "sting” anti-aircraft missile.

“Cough, that's a hawk. I need you to check with the naked eye when you see the radar target.” Bernadette had to speak out to stop the two overstretched rangers, who, he believed, had also been entrusted with a highly confidential task, causing them to become insane.

But this thing, Bernardette, has seen it countless times in the line of duty.

“Ah, is that a hawk?” The two rangers looked forward somewhat embarrassed.

Looks like a mountain eagle...

Eight soaring eagles spreading their wings.

Wai ~

It looks like they caught something on their claws.