It is Kokang and Changchun

　"Yes!"

　"Let's come too!" The squad leader of the 2nd squad of the neighboring platoon also gave the order, asking his grenadiers to join in.

　Kyle had just finished loading a grenade when he suddenly saw something flying out from behind the wreckage of the Chevrolet, flying towards him in a parabolic trajectory.

　Suddenly, the American squad shouted "Grenade!" to each other, the classic cry of soldiers in American war movies.

　The grenade flew accurately into Burger King, and the shockwave of the explosion overturned several tables. When everyone stood up again after the explosion, they found another grenade flying in.

　The second grenade was different from the first one. It was an anti-tank cluster grenade. Even though the soldiers moved further away from the grenade in time, the power of the explosion still sent the two soldiers to death on the spot.

　The driver Shen Hai took advantage of the time gap when the grenade exploded and the US troops had to hide, and rushed to a distance of less than 10 meters from the Burger King.

　"

　"Fuck! She's right in our face, shoot!" An anti-tank infantryman who had just stood up panicked and picked up the M4 to fire, but just after firing a burst of three rounds, he was knocked down by the driver, the Deep Sea Pioneer.

　The remaining soldiers lying on the ground all stood up and fired at the driver, the Deep Sea Vanguard. This time, everyone focused their fire on her thighs.

　The driver of the Deep Sea Vanguard tried his best to dodge the American gunfire, but he was helplessly targeted in a limited space, which was really difficult to withstand.

　After she killed six more American soldiers, she was hit in the thigh by so many bullets that she could not walk or even support her body.

　"She's down!"

　"Alright! Throw the grenade and kill her completely!"

　As soon as he finished speaking, several M67 grenades with their rings and safety handles pulled out rolled into the deep sea and exploded.

　After the grenade exploded, the American soldiers raised their guns and slowly moved forward cautiously to check the conditions of the deep sea.

　The Deep Sea Vanguard driver looked at the eight black gun muzzles pointing at him and wanted to fight back, but his hands were severely injured by the grenade explosion and his movements were slow.

　Just as she was about to grab the Peeper revolver carbine again, the American soldier kicked it away. Under the influence of external force, the Peeper slid to a distance that she could no longer reach.

　Afterwards, amid the American army's cry of revenge, the Deep Sea Pioneer driver's arms were hit one after another by 5.56 rifle bullets until they were completely broken.

　After venting their anger on the hands, these American soldiers started operating on the legs. Each of them wasted almost half a magazine of ammunition and broke both legs of the deep sea pioneer driver.

　The broken limbs gradually faded away from the cross section, emitting blue light spots that floated in the air.

　The American soldiers were all surprised when they saw this, but now compared to surprise, there was more fear and anger on their faces.

　"What the hell are you, witch? Where do you come from and why are you invading our country?!" Sergeant Foley questioned the incredible existence in front of him.

　The Deep Sea Vanguard pilot sneered, "Bah! Trying to pry information out of me? Do you have what it takes?"

　"Not going to tell? Fine!" Sergeant Foley said angrily. He then pulled the man up and said to his men, "Palas! You're the stronger one, come on. If she doesn't tell, beat her until she tells."

　"Yes!" Machine Gunner Pallas lowered his weapon, raised his fist, and threatened Shen Hai fiercely: "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag? Tell me everything you know, and don't force me to fight!"

　"Then just take action." The deep-sea girl said nonchalantly.

　The provocative words angered Pallas. He treated the deep-sea vanguard's head as a sandbag during training and threw a right hook with full force at her fair face with a "bang".

　"You're quite the fighter, huh, little bitch?!"

　If this military punch were delivered to an ordinary citizen, it would most likely not hurt - because the person would go into shock immediately, and their face would definitely be bruised and disfigured.

　But after the girl in front of him was hit, although her face twisted in the direction of the force, she seemed to be fine and her face was still beautiful and fair.

　The girl chuckled, turned her head back to her original position, and said calmly, "Hehe, use more force."

　"Bang!" Pallas threw another straight punch at Shenhai's nose. This time the force was greater than before, and it could be said that he used all his strength.

　"Uncle, can you please use more force?" Shenhai closed his eyes and looked indifferent.

　"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

　After three powerful punches, the Deep Sea remained unmoved. Pallas panicked, wondering if the muscles he had trained so hard to stand and fire an M240 were wasted.

　The deep-sea girl sneered contemptuously, "You American soldiers don't even have the strength to fight, and you still dare to call yourselves the best in the world?"

　Pallas really couldn't help it. He was furious and pulled out the M17 pistol from his waist, pointed it at the Deep Sea Vanguard driver's eyes, and all 17 bullets in the magazine hit the Deep Sea's eyes.

　Now, this deep-sea creature had been beaten into a human stick and had her eyes gouged out. She remained silent despite the American soldiers' torture. Since they couldn't extract any information from her, she was effectively being used as a punching bag.

　In order to prevent her from talking nonsense, the US military stuffed napkins and rags into the deep-sea pioneer's mouth and asked the medical soldier to tie it up with a bandage.

　Pallas stared at the stunningly handsome Deep Sea Vanguard, and began to harbor evil thoughts. He turned and said, "Brothers, you say these bitches look so good on the outside, but what's it like inside those cramped spaces?"

　After hearing this, everyone looked at Pallas in disbelief and looked at each other in confusion.

　"What's with that look on your face? This bitch is clearly not human. The laws of the United States of America only protect humans, not these monsters. You can do anything that's not prohibited by law. Is that a problem?

　Besides, this bitch just killed our brother. Don't you want revenge? Let her be conquered under your crotch and ravage her mercilessly? "Palas said confidently.

　As he spoke, under the strange gazes of his comrades, Pallas used brute force to tear off Shenhai's military uniform and carrying gear, revealing a large area of ​​flawless white, creamy skin.

　Such an ideal situation is like catnip among cats in the military camp where sows are as beautiful as Diao Chan.

　Everything in front of him stimulated Pallas's hormone secretion, and the big black American cannon under his crotch quickly stood up.

　Then he greedily took off the deep-sea girl's pants.

　A dreamlike stamen without any pigment accumulation appeared in front of Pallas, which made him marvel.

　Just as Pallas was about to take off his pants, Sergeant Foley advised: "Palas, we still have a mission to do! Now is not the time to do this!"

　"Right..." Pallas, overly excited, patted himself. "Since I can't teach this bitch a lesson right here and now, let's pack her up and take her away to teach her a lesson later."

　Pallas put down the sobbing and struggling deep-sea girl, picked up a supply box of suitable size, took out the foam board inside, put the deep-sea girl in it, and fastened the lid.

　Chapter 248 Great Retreat (1)

　Washington, D.C., USA

　The US military's radio channels were busier than a farmers' market. Amidst the clamor, there was little good news. Even a casual listener could tell the US military's battle lines were either leaning in the red or the yellow.

　"...This is the 29th Airborne Brigade of the National Guard's 29th Division! The enemy is everywhere, and several of our battalions have been separated and surrounded! No hope of rescue, requesting retreat! I repeat! No hope of rescue, requesting retreat!"

　In downtown Washington, the airborne assault brigade is still resisting the deep sea, but given their current situation, it would be a miracle if they can hold on, let alone push back.

　The brigade's front-line command center was set up in a shopping mall in the city, and reports of defeats and bad news were frequently transmitted to the command center.

　The brigade commander at the headquarters looked at the electronic map, appearing calm on the outside, but deep down he was already terribly anxious. After all, these were the soldiers he had led, so how could he not feel bad for them?

　Combining the battle reports and battle lines, he made a brief analysis, then clutched the phone tightly and insisted on requesting a retreat from the division headquarters.

　"...These witches are everywhere in the damn corridors, rooftops, subway stations, sewers, even drains and rivers! You never know where they'll come from to give you a big slap! We've lost a lot of men, requesting a retreat!"

　The 29th Division headquarters replied: "Listen, now our 82nd Airborne Division and the Airborne Brigade of the 101st Airborne Division, as well as the 75th Ranger Regiment, have arrived at the outskirts of the Department of Defense, the White House, and the Capitol. Please hold on for a while, they will enter the city to support you soon!"

　"Excuse me for refusing! It's not that I'm afraid of death, but it's for your own good!" The commander of the airborne assault brigade tried his best to persuade him. He didn't want his friendly forces to fall into this meat grinder.

　He said anxiously, "The enemy is formidable. We are not a lightly armed force that can handle them! We have only been in contact with the enemy for an hour and a half, and the casualty rate is conservatively estimated to be over 30%!

　Unless Andrew Popas (Commander of the 101st Airborne Division) and Christopher Dona (Commander of the 82nd Airborne Division) are so stupid as to let these young and strong guys come in to die!

　Let's just say that compared to these people, the Red Army of Fort Irwin is nothing! Putting everything else aside, the maneuverability of their infantry alone is simply beyond human capability!

　Bullets have little effect on them, they just rush forward as if they don't care about their lives. Our anti-armor weapons are almost gone, and if we don't retreat, our entire brigade will be wiped out!

　We don't know about the field battle yet, but what is clear now is that fighting them in the streets will lead to death!"

　Just as the brigade commander was negotiating with his superiors, an officer nearby came to report: "Sir, we have lost contact with another battalion."

　The brigade commander sighed and said into the phone, "The latest news from our unit: Another battalion-level combat team has lost contact..."

　When the 29th Division headquarters received this news, everyone couldn't help but frown. Who on earth could an enemy airborne unit beat their own people like this? The only thing that was certain was that they were not fighting against human troops.

　You have to know that airborne troops are usually advance troops. In large-scale combat, the appearance of airborne troops does not mean that there are only airborne troops, and there will definitely be supporting main forces behind them.

　If the enemy's airborne troops have such strong combat capabilities, then the combat capabilities of the enemy's main forces, especially the mechanized and armored main forces, are simply unimaginable.

　After consideration, the 29th Division headquarters decided to authorize the Airborne Brigade's withdrawal. "The withdrawal is authorized. I will report your situation to my superiors and coordinate with an airborne assault brigade from the 101st Airborne Division, an airborne assault brigade from the 82nd Airborne Division, and the 75th Ranger Regiment to cover and assist your withdrawal."

　After much coordination and agreement from higher authorities, an airborne assault brigade of the 101st Airborne Division and an airborne assault brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division decided to use the open space between the White House and the Capitol as the evacuation point.

　Then the 75th Ranger Regiment entered the eastern part of the city to support the retreat of an airborne brigade of the 29th Infantry Division, and after sending the people to the square of the White House and the Capitol, they were taken to a safe area by helicopters from two airborne brigades belonging to the 101st Airborne Division and the 82nd Airborne Division.

　While covering the retreat of friendly forces, the evacuation and protection of civilians were also taken into consideration. Additional helicopters were dispatched from the rear to ensure the evacuation of as many civilians as possible.

　Then the Airborne Brigade of the 101st Airborne Division deployed defenses based on the White House, the Capitol and surrounding buildings, while the Airborne Brigade of the 82nd Airborne Division deployed defenses at the Pentagon, trying to buy as much time as possible for evacuation.

　……

　The deep-sea forces that attacked Washington wiped out several battalions of an airborne assault brigade of the 29th Division that were surrounded without much effort or time.

　The frontline commander of the deep sea forces, the sisters who receive intelligence from the rear

　Seeing the new information, she opened the electronic map in her view and laughed while observing it.

　"Heh, you want to open an evacuation point to cover the retreat of the remaining friendly forces? It's not that easy~"

　Her pupils glowed red, and she sent a message to the troops on the front line through the mental network: "Everyone, speed up and approach the White House and the Capitol. Don't let them get away!"

　At 19:20 p.m. that evening, deep-sea paratroopers and the first main force to land began their assault on the White House, the Capitol, and the Pentagon.

　"Sisters!" a deep-sea commando said in a pre-battle rally. "What's the saying? It's better to pursue the enemy with your remaining courage than to seek fame by imitating the tyrant! Can we let the US military get away with this?"

　"No!" All the deep-sea scouts and combat puppets in the commando's team answered loudly.

　"If not, what should we do?"

　"Kill him to pieces without leaving any trace behind!"

　"Okay, sisters! Listen to my whistle and prepare to charge!"

　Similar encouragement appeared in all the large and small troops attacking the White House. They were all ready to fight, with high morale, and were determined to deal a heavy blow to these two ace troops of the US military.

　A deep-sea assaulter from another squadron boasted to his comrades, "...What the hell are you talking about elites? I'm fighting the elites! No matter how awesome humans are, they're still just a head on two shoulders, made of flesh!"

　The 101st and 82nd Divisions are just slightly tougher pieces of meat! They'll still be beaten to a pulp!

　The deep-sea scouts on this team disagreed, nodding their heads. "Right, that's right! Think about how they treated us in the first reincarnation of the previous world. What they're doing today is like a son paying his father's debt!"

　"By the way, when we attacked the rich community just now, there was a refrigerator in the kitchen of a villa that was smashed by a crashed helicopter. I found four cans of beer in the refrigerator. Would you like some?" The deep-sea support soldier took out four cans of beer and asked.

　The deep-sea medic looked slightly embarrassed and complained, "Why do you like drinking these human things so much? You should be glad you're not human. Otherwise, if you love drinking so much, your liver will definitely be in trouble within three to five years."

　"Precisely because we are not weak carbon-based creatures like humans, we can do many things that humans cannot do, including drinking wine as water." The deep-sea support soldier seriously showed off the superiority of the deep-sea race.

　The Deep Sea Scout nodded at the medic and said in a chastising tone, "Sister, how can you say that? This isn't wine, it's over-fermented wheat juice..."

　"Keep it for now. It's not too late to drink it after we occupy the White House. Get ready for battle!" The deep-sea commando checked the Annihilator submachine gun in his hand, inserted and unplugged the magazine, and pulled the bolt, and said.

　Just like that, in a relaxed and happy atmosphere of bullying, the deep sea creatures launched an offensive with high spirits, just as they had simulated dozens of times in virtual reality.

　Faced with the attack from the deep sea, all the US troops guarding the White House-Capitol front line and the outer defense line of the evacuation point became highly nervous. They were busy running around to buy time for evacuation.

　Suddenly, gunfire erupted all around the evacuation point. In the center, the improvised anti-aircraft vehicles desperately tried to intercept the deep-sea missiles falling from the sky.

　The command center's radio was reminding every officer and soldier to prepare for battle: "Attention all units, the evacuation point is under heavy attack! Find the enemy's position and attack any threatening targets!"

　Chapter 249 Great Retreat (2)

　A squad firing outward from the Lincoln Memorial shouted over the radio: "The enemy is pouring in from all directions! Snipers, RPG teams, and armored vehicles... They're attacking from every street, and they're sprinting across the rooftops! Over!"

　"Overlord, I'm Dunn, Platoon Leader of the xth Platoon of the 101st Division! We've spotted enemy Mark V tanks. Our squad's anti-tank weapons are having trouble dealing with them head-on. We need air support! Over!" Some of the previous company- and platoon-level combat teams tried to call for air support.

　The rear command looked at the equipment on hand and the battle situation, and said regretfully: "Uh, it cannot be carried out. Platoon Leader of the 101st Division, a large number of our air units are currently intercepting enemy air units, and there are not many idle attack aircraft.

　According to frontline intelligence, the enemy has a large number of anti-aircraft vehicles (the deep-sea anti-aircraft vehicles are integrated with infantry fighting vehicles). Furthermore, given the current uncertainty regarding air supremacy in the region, the limited attack aircraft currently available are likely to be of little use. "Over!"

　Dunn said anxiously, "Overlord, it's better than nothing, right? Without air support, this street will be lost!"

　Overlord: "Don't worry, as compensation, we plan to transfer an Apache from the neighboring team to you."

　"Why are we requesting fixed-wing support? It's because our armed helicopter is gone! An Apache just came over to us, and was shot directly into the cockpit by a sniper from the opposite side, and it was gone!" Sergeant Dunn couldn't calm down.

　In fact, the Apache was not shot down by the deep-sea scouts, but by the tank hunters, an elite deep-sea soldier lying in ambush on a distant rooftop.

　The Apache's fall, as Dunn had just described, was the result of the Tankgewehr M1918 anti-tank rifle in her hands. Due to the limitations of his perspective, Sergeant Dunn couldn't imagine that the enemy had such a type of soldier.

　The headquarters not only has frontline reports on Dunn, but also frontline reports from multiple directions.