Because of the backward infrastructure in sokovia and the heavy snow, the gathering speed of the giant god security forces is extremely slow, but it also facilitates bishop and them, because they just catch up with the speed of the construction of barracks, basically building a batch of houses and arriving at a batch of barracks.

If a large regiment attacks, it must wait until the spring of next year. It is impossible to deal a devastating blow to the rebels only by war falcons, gunboats and light infantry. Fisher doesn't want another security war.

However, although not ready for attack, Fisher can not be awesome in defense. C17 and C5 transport planes first used long-range air defense missiles. In addition, a large number of MD mobile batteries were deployed on the warning line, which had two 20mm rapid fire guns, which were used to deal with light infantry and helicopters.

The giant God's great posture frightened the rebels, but then the Baron's support restored them a little confidence. Teams of fully armed soldiers, tanks, self-propelled guns, and even they saw huge armored soldiers more than two meters high (refer to the heavy armor of the German Army Headquarters). In addition, there are more powerful fighters, according to the baron, This is his first batch of elite troops, followed by the second batch and the third batch, but these support is not free. The Baron took a batch of elite troops with a number of about 10000 people from them on the grounds of labor need.

"Baron, can we attack them now!"

In the base camp of the rebels, more than a dozen faction leaders with the rank of general are flattering around the baron.

"To whom?" The Baron looked lightly at the map in front of him. There were many long-range maps of giant god defense facilities on it. He sent his capable men to investigate. However, because giant God's drones scattered too much, and they also searched the civilians entering the control area strictly. Once they found suspicious equipment, they were ready to dig iron ore in Africa. Therefore, the makeup investigators can only lie quietly in the distance and shoot with a telephoto lens.

"Atlas, those mercenaries, we can drive them out of the border!" A boss said proudly.

"Stupid!" The Baron's faint tone made the boss's mouth stuck in his throat. He couldn't go down, and his face turned red.

"The attack of atlas will at least wait until the beginning of next spring. Our current enemy is the government army!" Looking at the suspicious eyes of the people around him, the Baron doubted whether his choice was right or wrong. Do these people have no tactical vision at all?

"Look, gentlemen! Government controlled area! " The Baron clapped his hands, and two soldiers wrapped in sealed armor opened the large map on the wall of the room.

"At present, the government army controls a population of 1.45 million and nearly 60% of the country. They have airports, military factories, a large number of arsenals and granaries. These are what we urgently need. The giant god is a porcupine full of spikes. Now we attack them, it's like hitting a stone with an egg!"

"Your elite troops can't?" Some people don't understand.

"At most one tie!" The Baron shook his head regretfully. He didn't pay much attention to those arms companies before, because he thought I was the first in the world of great German technology. However, he didn't find that there were people outside the world and there were days outside the world until he really got to know the giant God. The giant god who drew nutrition from the United States, a superpower, even had a steady trend to stabilize them. The most important thing is, Unlike their black technology of rising high-rise buildings from the ground, the giant God's equipment is almost the trend of the development of existing human science and technology. Nuclear fusion, exoskeleton and robot can be turned into civil use and continuously draw wealth from the world. What are their black technologies? The sequelae of the enhanced transformation technology left over by the empire is that the receptor will become beyond recognition. The exoskeleton armor is made of ordinary steel. Moreover, they have not yet solved the technology of energy miniaturization. Soldiers have to carry a backpack sized energy source and robots. They can't build the kind that can cooperate with the police action, Tactical robot with certain logical thinking ability.

"Ah, this!" A group of faction leaders take a breath of air conditioning (cold skin)

"But they also have fatal weaknesses. The giant god is a company after all. Businessmen pursue profits. Attacking us is nothing more than fighting for a good reputation for them, so we just have to drag on and wait until their financial resources can't support it, and we will win!"

"The Baron has a good opinion!" The leaders of all factions realized that if they can afford it, the giant god can afford it. As long as the giant God leaves, their goal will be the government army again!

"So now we take this opportunity to attack the government forces. They will relax their vigilance because of our war with the giant God. Those soldiers are busy squatting in bunkers to keep warm. As long as we launch a surprise attack, they will be caught off guard! High, the Baron is clever! " The crowd quickly thumbed up and couldn't help praising.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my troops will tear open the defense line of the government army, and then it's your turn to perform. How many territory you can play depends on your performance!"

"Thank you, sir!" The leaders of all factions looked at each other. Now they are not allies, but competitors. At the thought of this, people's eyes are wrong.

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Peter Lianke, a recruit of the 352nd infantry division of the government army, was completely attracted by the theory of protecting the country by the conscripts less than six months after he joined the army, but he didn't find out until he went to the battlefield that everyone seemed to be sokovians.

Having lost interest in the war, he was ready to retire after 18 months, take care of his young brothers and sisters and raise more than a dozen cows by the way. In fact, his monitor had the same idea until this morning.

While washing his face and brushing his teeth in the trench, he was suddenly buried in half by the collapsed soil. When his squad leader dug him out of the soil, a wheeled tank shaped like a movie science fiction prop had rushed to their position against the fire of an RPG rocket launcher. The door was like a water pipe shaped gun, emitting a purple plasma beam, A t55 tank that easily regarded their commander as a treasure was turned into scrap iron, and the members of the car were burned into coke in front of him.

"Run! Run! " This is the last word his poor monitor said before being crushed in two by the wheel after the collapse of the defense line. Damn it, there is a beautiful fiancee in the monitor's hometown. How sad it should be!

However, Peter Lianke firmly remembered the monitor's words. He trained a good pair of legs and feet when he was herding cattle in the mountains. When those tanks chased the escaping regiment headquarters, he had set foot on the way home.

"I still have tobacco for Dad this time. My brother and sister should like to send cans. Plus the salary during this period, it's enough to marry Martha next door!" Peter Lianke, who was so calculating, walked dozens of kilometers and returned to the small village in his hometown.

When he reached the intersection of the village, he found something wrong. Two wide wheel tracks led directly to his small village surrounded by mountains.

"No, no, no!" Looking at the more and more clear marks, Peter Lianke's brain was blank, because the wheel marks were not the trucks and tractors he knew well, not even tanks and armored vehicles!

"No, no, no!" When Peter Lianke, who hurried back to the village, entered the village, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The kind and kind village head was stripped naked and knelt on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. The frost attached to his body showed that he had been frozen to death for a long time. Behind him were the village blacksmith and barefoot doctor. They maintained the same posture as the village head with unwilling eyes.

After entering the village, he saw more dead people, men, women, old people, children, corpses stacked with corpses, anger, pain and innocence in his eyes. A little girl died with a doll in her hand.

"Aren't we compatriots?" Peter Lianke couldn't help crying. These people died less than ten hours, but he couldn't smell a trace of blood because the blood had been frozen by the low temperature.

When he stumbled back to his home, he found that his father was killed by a bayonet next to the cow pen, next to his mother's body, and the cow at home had disappeared. What made him collapse was that his young brother and sister were locked up in the mill and burned alive. He found only a few bones with residual temperature from the ashes.

"Martha?" When he left his home to see the childhood sweethearts next door, he found his lover lying in front of the door, his white back had a huge hole, and the blood and flesh around the wound had been charred.

The dejected Peter Lianke couldn't hold on any longer. He ran away from the village madly and chased up along the wheel marks. He wanted to smell those people himself. Aren't we compatriots? Why, you treat your compatriots like this!

A day later, Peter Lenko, who was out of his mind, caught up with a group of armed soldiers who were resting. They leaned in front of the wheeled tank he had seen before.

"It's you!" Petrenko jumped up with a roar, but then he was knocked to the ground.

"Where did the madman come from? It's the team that didn't clean up again! " A soldier with oak leaves on his collar stepped on Peter Lenko's face with disdain.

"Why did you kill those civilians? Aren't we companions?" Petrenko, who was trampled in the cold mud, tried to resist, but to no avail. The strength of the enemy was like a huge stone, which made him out of breath.

"Compatriots? Ha ha ha ha! " The soldiers were like hearing a big joke. The soldier who stepped on Peter Lenko loosened his oppression and opened his helmet.

"Compatriots? Sorry, you don't deserve it! "

"You?" Peter Lianke looked at the face. It was the most terrible face he had ever seen in his life. The muscles turned out, the facial features twisted, and the raised green tendons twisted like earthworms. The ferocious expression was 100 times more terrible than the zombies in the film.

"We? We are gods! " The soldier who opened his helmet smiled, raised his weapon and aimed it at petronko.