(Two thousand words are repeated. I had a meeting in the evening. I came back late. I will revise the follow-up content later.)
On the Allied Arms position in Northern California, the unattractive-looking commander Hadera Emerson was dressed in a military uniform that was no different from that of an ordinary soldier and did not have any rank markings, wandering around the military camp.
As a naturalized officer, Emerson was used to hiding himself. Standing in the foreground gave him a natural sense of danger, and this intuition saved his life.
Just twenty seconds ago, he saw his headquarters burst into flames. A three-meter-tall superhuman holding a heavy machine gun suppressed all the guards outside the door.
Invisible snipers shot down all the soldiers who tried to get close to the heavy weapons through the wall. Hadera Emerson did not hesitate to put on his helmet, grabbed a rifle from the soldiers around him, and used standard tactical movements and Other soldiers nearby lay down on the spot.
He was a psychic commander and could have temporarily stabilized the combined armed forces soldiers in Northern California at this time, but he did not do that.
Hadera Emerson just let the other party slaughter these soldiers until a minute later, the firepower from inside the headquarters suddenly disappeared, and the people and information inside also disappeared.
At the dimensional gate, Emerson was very sure of his judgment. If the few superhumans among the naturalized people who had mastered this ability had not rebelled, the only possibility is that Tang Ji had been here.
After confirming that the enemy had completely left, Hadera Emerson covered all the soldiers with a psychic network. He quickly arranged the work. The communication soldiers began to contact other nodes one by one to officially disseminate the news that the enemy was performing a beheading operation.
Regrettably, nine nodes in a row were unable to respond to the message normally. The only unit that returned to normal was the Oakland Lightning Battalion, a light infantry unit with only a few hundred people. It was just here to join in the fun.
Even Hadera Emerson only figured out yesterday morning that this Oakland Lightning Camp was not from free Californians, nor from naturalized people. They were a group of self-war enthusiasts who had previously been mainly active in Oakland. Shooting ranges, as well as online forums, are avid fans of Free State attention.
The Oakland Lightning Camp is like an early militia gang. They fight with their own passion. Although not a single shot has been fired so far, this group has posted more than 10,000 photos and more than 3,000 short videos online. In the puppy video, he promoted himself as the decisive force in this war...
The good news is that Hadera Emerson found out the details of this group of people in advance and threw them in a remote corner behind the first line of defense, allowing them to entertain themselves and build momentum.
The bad news is that now the awesomeness they boasted about before is about to come true. Hadra Emerson has no one available except his own direct soldiers.
"Oakland Lightning, I'm Hadera Emerson." Emerson called the Aucklanders on the communication channel. At this time, he was already sitting on an off-road vehicle and starting to rush to the nearest node to take over there. Confused soldiers because the chain of command collapsed.
"The Lightning Camp will always serve you, Commander!" The leader of the Oakland Lightning Camp is a tough-looking fat man with fluorescent tattoos from the top of his head to his buttocks. At night, he looks like the brightest target in the night sky.
But Emerson admired him very much because he was always passionate and at the same time too stupid to discern the tactical purpose behind the tactical mission.
For example, when Emerson transferred him and his Oakland Lightning camp and left him in the corner to play by himself, he firmly believed that he was a strategic reserve.
"Extend your defense line five kilometers eastward, and report all enemy situations you see." Hadhra Emerson gave the other party a new task.
The excited Aucklanders set off in high spirits, and then they encountered Soult who was cutting the defense line.
...
Due to Soult's speed and the tacit cooperation of the team members, six of the fourteen support points that must be completed have been completed, and three of the other eight auxiliary support points have also been raided. The armed forces of Free California have essentially been Silence fell.
They took away a total of 155 people from nine locations. From the commander to the confidential secretary at the scene, as long as they were still breathing, they were basically thrown into the dimensional gate.
This caused the Free California Armed Forces, which already had a shortage of grassroots officers, to collapse. Nearly 1,200 soldiers were idle in their respective defense areas. If the military launched an attack at this time, they would not even know whether they should fire back.
Soult knocked over the lead car of the Oakland Lightning Camp with his shoulder, and at the same time used his own speed to restrict the people in the seven or eight cars behind the car. As long as Soult ensured that they could not open the car door, he would not let these people go. The coward who shoots from a bicycle is useless.
By the time the soldiers in the trucks at the back of the line got out and tried to shoot Soult, he had already left the poor Aucklander, overturning each of their vehicles before leaving.
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...(The following part is repeated and will be modified later)
On the Allied Arms position in Northern California, the unattractive-looking commander Hadera Emerson was dressed in a military uniform that was no different from an ordinary soldier and did not have any rank markings, wandering around the military camp.
As a naturalized officer, Emerson was used to hiding himself. Standing in the foreground gave him a natural sense of danger, and this intuition saved his life.
Just twenty seconds ago, he saw his headquarters burst into flames. A three-meter-tall superhuman holding a heavy machine gun suppressed all the guards outside the door.
Invisible snipers shot down all the soldiers who tried to get close to the heavy weapons through the wall. Hadera Emerson did not hesitate to put on his helmet, grabbed a rifle from the soldiers around him, and used standard tactical movements and Other soldiers nearby lay down on the spot.
He was a psychic commander and could have temporarily stabilized the combined armed forces soldiers in Northern California at this time, but he did not do that.
Hadera Emerson just let the other side slaughter these soldiers until a minute later, the firepower from inside the headquarters suddenly disappeared, and the people and information inside also disappeared.
At the dimensional gate, Emerson was very sure of his judgment. If it weren't for the rebellion among the few superhumans who had mastered this ability among the naturalized people, then the only possibility was that Tang Ji had been here.
After confirming that the enemy had completely left, Hadera Emerson covered all the soldiers with a psychic network. He quickly arranged the work. The communication soldiers began to contact other nodes one by one to officially disseminate the news that the enemy was performing a beheading operation.
Regrettably, nine nodes in a row were unable to respond to the message normally. The only unit that returned to normal was the Oakland Lightning Battalion, a light infantry unit with only a few hundred people. It was just here to join in the fun.
Even Hadera Emerson only figured out yesterday morning that this Oakland Lightning Camp was not from free Californians, nor from naturalized people. They were a group of self-war enthusiasts who had previously been mainly active in Oakland. Shooting ranges, as well as online forums, are avid fans of Free State attention.
The Oakland Lightning Camp is like an early militia gang. They fight with their own passion. Although not a single shot has been fired so far, this group has posted more than 10,000 photos and more than 3,000 short videos online. In the puppy video, he promoted himself as the decisive force in this war...
The good news is that Hadera Emerson found out the details of this group of people in advance and threw them in a remote corner behind the first line of defense, allowing them to entertain themselves and build momentum.
The bad news is that now the awesomeness they boasted about before is about to come true. Hadra Emerson has no one available except his own direct soldiers.
"Oakland Lightning, I'm Hadera Emerson." Emerson called the Aucklanders on the communication channel. At this time, he was already sitting on an off-road vehicle and starting to rush to the nearest node to take over there. Confused soldiers because the chain of command collapsed.
"The Lightning Camp will always serve you, Commander!" The leader of the Oakland Lightning Camp is a tough-looking fat man with fluorescent tattoos from the top of his head to his buttocks. At night, he looks like the brightest target in the night sky.
But Emerson admired him very much because he was always passionate and at the same time too stupid to discern the tactical purpose behind the tactical mission.
For example, when Emerson transferred him and his Oakland Lightning camp and left him in the corner to play by himself, he firmly believed that he was a strategic reserve.
"Extend your defense line five kilometers eastward, and report all enemy situations you see." Hadhra Emerson gave the other party a new task.
The excited Aucklanders set off in high spirits, and then they encountered Soult who was cutting the defense line.
...
Due to Soult's speed and the tacit cooperation of the team members, six of the fourteen support points that must be completed have been completed, and three of the other eight auxiliary support points have also been raided. The armed forces of Free California have essentially been Silence fell.
They took away a total of 155 people from nine locations. From the commander to the confidential secretary at the scene, as long as they were still breathing, they were basically thrown into the dimensional gate.
This caused the Free California Armed Forces, which already had a shortage of grassroots officers, to collapse. Nearly 1,200 soldiers were idle in their respective defense areas. If the military launched an attack at this time, they would not even know whether they should fire back.
Soult knocked over the lead car of the Oakland Lightning Camp with his shoulder, and at the same time used his own speed to restrict the people in the seven or eight cars behind the car. As long as Soult ensured that they could not open the car door, he would not let these people go. The coward who shoots from a bicycle is useless.
By the time the soldiers in the trucks at the back of the line got out and tried to shoot Soult, he had already left the poor Aucklander, overturning each of their vehicles before leaving.
On the Allied Arms position in Northern California, the unattractive-looking commander Hadera Emerson was dressed in a military uniform that was no different from an ordinary soldier and did not have any rank markings, wandering around the military camp.
As a naturalized officer, Emerson was used to hiding himself. Standing in the foreground gave him a natural sense of danger, and this intuition saved his life.
Just twenty seconds ago, he saw his headquarters burst into flames. A three-meter-tall superhuman holding a heavy machine gun suppressed all the guards outside the door.
Invisible snipers shot down all the soldiers who tried to get close to the heavy weapons through the wall. Hadera Emerson did not hesitate to put on his helmet, grabbed a rifle from the soldiers around him, and used standard tactical movements and Other soldiers nearby lay down on the spot.
He was a psychic commander and could have temporarily stabilized the combined armed forces soldiers in Northern California at this time, but he did not do that.
Hadera Emerson just let the other side slaughter these soldiers until a minute later, the firepower from inside the headquarters suddenly disappeared, and the people and information inside also disappeared.
At the dimensional gate, Emerson was very sure of his judgment. If it weren't for the rebellion among the few superhumans who had mastered this ability among the naturalized people, then the only possibility was that Tang Ji had been here.
After confirming that the enemy had completely left, Hadera Emerson covered all the soldiers with a psychic network. He quickly arranged the work. The communication soldiers began to contact other nodes one by one to officially disseminate the news that the enemy was performing a beheading operation.
Regrettably, nine nodes in a row were unable to respond to the message normally. The only unit that returned to normal was the Oakland Lightning Battalion, a light infantry unit with only a few hundred people. It was just here to join in the fun.
Even Hadera Emerson only figured out yesterday morning that this Oakland Lightning Camp was not from free Californians, nor from naturalized people. They were a group of self-war enthusiasts who had previously been mainly active in Oakland. Shooting ranges, as well as online forums, are avid fans of Free State attention.
The Oakland Lightning Camp is like an early militia gang. They fight with their own passion. Although not a single shot has been fired so far, this group has posted more than 10,000 photos and more than 3,000 short videos online. In the puppy video, he promoted himself as the decisive force in this war...
The good news is that Hadera Emerson found out the details of this group of people in advance and threw them in a remote corner behind the first line of defense, allowing them to entertain themselves and build momentum.
The bad news is that now the awesomeness they boasted about before is about to come true. Hadra Emerson has no one available except his own direct soldiers.
"Oakland Lightning, I'm Hadera Emerson." Emerson called the Aucklanders on the communication channel. At this time, he was already sitting on an off-road vehicle and starting to rush to the nearest node to take over there. Confused soldiers because the chain of command collapsed.
"The Lightning Camp will always serve you, Commander!" The leader of the Oakland Lightning Camp is a tough-looking fat man with fluorescent tattoos from the top of his head to his buttocks. At night, he looks like the brightest target in the night sky.
But Emerson admired him very much because he was always passionate and at the same time too stupid to discern the tactical purpose behind the tactical mission.
For example, when Emerson transferred him and his Oakland Lightning camp and left him in the corner to play by himself, he firmly believed that he was a strategic reserve.
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