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　Without exception, the reports mentioned the appearance of tanks and new armored vehicles on the opposite side.

　The command center suddenly felt something was wrong. This at least meant that the main force of the enemy had arrived in Washington. The only uncertain thing was the number.

　Command sent a message to the 75th Ranger Regiment, "Calling the 75th Ranger Regiment, have you located the 29th Division's Xth Airborne Assault Brigade?"

　"Overlord, we've found them! The surviving units are all on board..." The 75th Ranger Regiment responded, "We're now following our planned route back to the Washington Monument... Damn! Enemy attack!"

　In the command center's communication, only the 75th Ranger Regiment shouted that there was an enemy attack, and then the radio went silent, leaving only the noisy crackling sound of electricity.

　"Hello? Hello! 75th Ranger Regiment, are you okay? Copy that, please reply!" The command center felt a tightness in their hearts.

　"Keep calling, don't stop!"

　The 75th Ranger Regiment's convoy was ambushed by a small group of airborne troops from the deep sea.

　"Hello? Hello? Hello! Shit! Is the communication being interfered with? Hello..." In the command vehicle in the convoy, the regiment commander kept calling into the phone, trying to get in touch with the command center.

　The leading M-ATV mine-proof vehicle was hit directly on the front by an AT barrel from the deep-sea assault soldier. Most of the engine was melted into molten steel by the high-energy light bullet and gradually dripped.

　In order not to affect the progress of the car behind, the driver shouted: "Don't worry about me, just keep going! America will never perish!"

　Then he subconsciously turned the steering wheel to the right, and inertia pushed the car onto the sidewalk, knocking down seven or eight facilities on the sidewalk before slowly stopping.

　After the mine-proof vehicle stopped, figures in yellow and green clothes and flying saucer helmets approached the vehicle with guns raised. One of them even took out an anti-tank cluster grenade.

　The driver looked through the thick bulletproof windows and saw these silver-haired, red-eyed beauties approaching and using body language to signal him to get out of the car and surrender. He gave a wry smile.

　"Get out of the car, brothers. We have nowhere to run. It will be good if the main force can withdraw."

　The other people in the car looked outside and saw that the car was surrounded by enemies who looked like middle school and high school students.

　A comrade in the back row quipped, "So this is the enemy? They're damn good-looking. Even the tight combat uniforms they wear exude a sense of uniform allure... I hope they won't mistreat the prisoners."

　After that, the driver and everyone else slowly raised their hands. When the Deep Sea outside the car saw the soldiers surrender, some of them immediately walked over, opened the car doors, and dragged the soldiers out one by one, tying them up and taking them away.

　Shen Hai did not abuse them, and even treated them according to the Geneva Convention on the treatment of prisoners of war. The soldiers were caught off guard by this.

　Later, after these American soldiers had been in the Baltimore prisoner-of-war camp for a while, they were called to the infirmary by deep-sea medical soldiers for an injection on the grounds of immunity.

　The soldiers who were already used to living there at the time thought it was just an ordinary epidemic prevention vaccine, such as the new coronavirus, so they didn't take it seriously.

　As a result, after returning to the dormitory that night, these soldiers, suffering from splitting headaches and general discomfort, watched helplessly as their skeletons slowly shrank, their chests slowly expanded, and their skin gradually became tender...

　Of course, this is a story for later.

　Although the leading convoy was captured, the Rangers continued to advance. When the leading vehicle was attacked, the convoy did not slow down but accelerated.

　"Don't stop! Don't take the side road! Speed ​​up!" At the commander's command, all vehicles stepped on the accelerator and sped along the main road towards the White House.

　Not far behind the car were the deep-sea pioneers who were chasing the convoy. The machine gunners on the roofs of each car were shaking Lao Gan Ma and shooting continuously to stop the pursuers behind.

　"These bitches run too fast, don't they?!" The machine gunner complained as he pulled the bolt. After confirming that there was no bullet and not a jam, he opened the receiver cover to prepare to reload.

　If the machine gunner hadn't been firing continuously to delay the enemy, he estimated that the enemies would have jumped onto the car long ago.

　It was not until the convoy reached a speed of over 60km/h that it gradually distanced itself from the pursuing deep-sea pioneers.

　"What the hell are scouts for? Didn't they say that this area was confirmed to be safe after being flown many times by individual drones? Can anyone explain what happened just now?" the regimental commander asked angrily in the command vehicle.

　At this time, in the Ranger Regiment's convoy, a supply box was lying quietly in the trunk of the car where Sergeant Foley's team was. It was the supply box that Pallas had brought out from the Burger King in the suburbs.

　"Sergeant, the enemy's gun is very strange. I can't move it no matter what I do..." Pallas fiddled with the main and secondary weapons he had seized from the deep-sea pilot before, feeling very strange.

　"I can't pull the trigger, I can't get the magazine out... It's like it's welded shut, even though that bitch was using it so smoothly."

　Sergeant Foley frowned and speculated, "Have you seen the movie District 9? The alien weapons in that movie are only usable by aliens, not humans. Perhaps this gun has a similar system."

　"ASST system (branding system)?" Kyle interrupted.

　"What? You know?" Everyone was confused.

　"No, no, no, I'm just making an analogy." Kyle replied: "The ASST system is a setting in the game. This system can establish a connection between a weapon and a certain weapon user. Strangers cannot use the established connection.

　Department of weapons.

　If a stranger insists on using it, the specific behavior will be like what Pallas did just now, no matter how hard he tries, he can't move the movable parts of the gun."

　"This game...could it be another two-dimensional paper man game?" Sergeant Foley knew the soldiers he brought with him very well.

　Just as everyone was chatting after escaping danger, a group of white-haired figures in yellow-green military uniforms suddenly appeared at the intersection ahead. Not only that, but several anti-aircraft armored vehicles and artillery armored vehicles drove out from the roadside...

　Chapter 250 Great Retreat (3)

　While the remnants of the 75th Ranger Regiment and the 29th Division's 10th Airborne Brigade were surrounded and intercepted by deep-sea paratroopers, the 101st Division's Airborne Brigade and the 82nd Division's Airborne Brigade were fighting bloody battles in the White House, Capitol Hill and the Pentagon.

　"Overlord, the 75th Ranger Regiment has lost contact. Should we continue as planned? Over!" A member of an airborne assault brigade of the 101st Airborne Division asked their superiors.

　Overlord asked, "What's the situation on the front lines? Over!"

　"We can barely hold on for now, but the situation is not optimistic! Over!" A certain airborne assault brigade of the 101st Airborne Division replied.

　Overlord, drawing on his experience, deduced, "Perhaps they were simply being disrupted by the enemy, or their communications system was damaged. You continue to hold your position until they withdraw. I believe our people will accomplish the mission!"

　"Yes, sir!"

　At the request of their superiors, every American officer and soldier of the 101st Division was on high alert, holding the evacuation point of the Washington Monument together, waiting for the return of the remnants of the 75th Ranger Regiment and the 29th Division Airborne Brigade.

　Forty minutes later, the guards at the Lincoln Memorial shouted, "The memorial is about to be lost! We have an armored vehicle we haven't seen before. The layout of the turret and cockpit is very strange."

　If I'm not mistaken, this armored vehicle seems to be driving backwards! And the enemy's armored combat vehicles are increasing in number, we can't hold on any longer!"

　Within a few minutes, news came from Capitol Hill that shocked all U.S. military officers and soldiers: they could never have imagined the situation.

　A deep-sea scout rode a Harley-Davidson 18J three-wheeled motorcycle, with a deep-sea assaulter carrying a tube on the passenger seat, and rushed into the gate of Capitol Hill under the cover of smoke bombs.

　Immediately afterwards, the motorcycle made a very technical drift, heavily knocking down two soldiers who had no time to dodge, and then stopped in the middle of the hall.

　"Hello, gentlemen!" Shen Hai, who was riding a motorcycle, slightly raised his flying saucer helmet and said to the shocked soldiers in the hall, "Welcome to the Capitol Motorsports Show..."

　Before the deep-sea scout on a motorcycle could finish his words, American soldiers from all around and above the hall launched bullets, grenades, and rifle grenades at him.

　The deep-sea assaulter in the co-pilot seat immediately deployed a shield to block all the explosions from bullets and grenades.

　"Hey, hey, hey... It's very rude to interrupt a lady! Could you be a little more gentleman? This is so rude~" The deep-sea scout stepped on the throttle and dodged a single-person rocket flying towards them.

　The next second, the anti-tank infantryman was killed by an AT bullet from the assault soldier in the co-pilot seat. The unfortunate soldier was carbonized from head to thigh by the high-energy light bullet.

　"If they had the manners of gentlemen, they wouldn't have left their offspring all over the world!" the deep-sea commando complained disdainfully.

　After his comrade next to him started the motorcycle, the assault soldier put away his rifle, took out his smg0818 submachine gun, and fired at every target he saw.

　The officers stationed in the Capitol had never seen such a movie scene in real life. They were so shocked that they shouted incoherently into the channel: "Fuck! There are enemy motorcycles in Capitol Hill, running around, hitting people and firing!"

　The Deep Sea Scouts' professional driving skills and the excellent performance of the deep-sea tricycles allow them to race freely in the hallways and corridors, and even stairs and steps cannot stop them from having fun.

　For some reason, the deep-sea scouts on motorcycles always felt that every time they knocked down an American soldier on their motorcycles, there seemed to be a crisp "ding-dong" sound of coins falling in their minds.

　"Is it an illusion...?" the deep-sea scout wondered.

　This caught the American soldiers on a floor near the main entrance of the Capitol off guard and temporarily threw them into disarray. The deep sea creatures outside the Capitol took the opportunity to rush into the Capitol gate.

　"Those witches broke into the gate! Our soldiers are being slaughtered by them! Hasn't the fucking 75th Ranger Regiment returned yet?!" the officer stationed at the Capitol roared.

　Good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes singly. Just after the defenders of the Capitol finished their communication, the public channel was filled with news about the situation at the Lincoln Memorial.

　"There are new enemy soldiers in our direction. Shooting at their hands and feet is completely useless! They are using the smoke to cover and clearing us out with maces and revolvers..."

　There were only a series of loud bangs and explosions, and the guard troops on the Lincoln Memorial side suddenly disappeared on the radio.

　Inside the Lincoln Memorial, a deep-sea trench warrior raised his warrior stick to his shoulder, looked at the American second lieutenant lying in front of him, his helmet and head completely disfigured, blood all over the ground, and a microphone still in his hand, and spat on the ground next to him.

　The strange weapon stick was covered in dark red liquid, which dripped onto the marble tiles, and a trace of white glutinous substance was hooked on the fangs of the stick.

　Then, she turned her head to look at the American military radio on the table.

　The calls from superiors kept ringing. The Deep Sea felt that it was too noisy and struck down with a hammer, shattering the radio into pieces and sending sparks flying from the electronic components.

　In the US military channel, officers of the 101st Airborne Brigade were suggesting to their superiors that the Capitol and the Lincoln Memorial were in a state of emergency and that an immediate evacuation should be organized.

　The higher command checked the time and then asked the signalman, "Still no response to the calls from the 75th Ranger Regiment and the 29th Airborne Assault Brigade?"

　"No, sir." The signalman shook his head.

　Command sighed and gave the order over the public channel, "Attention all units, the plan has changed. Evacuate immediately. I repeat, evacuate immediately!"

　After the retreat order was issued, the platoon leader of a platoon-level combat team stationed on the defense line in a certain direction around the Congress and the Lincoln Memorial said, "Let's go! Overlord has given the order, the entire platoon must move to the evacuation point at the Washington Monument!"

　"Sir, Team One requests to cover the rear!" The team leader volunteered to step forward.

　The platoon leader stared at the squad leader, whose face was covered in wounds and blackened with saltpeter, for a few seconds and said, "Everyone, give the heavy weapons to the first squad. Go!"

　Then he gently patted the squad leader's shoulder and said tearfully, "Take care, brother! We will definitely come back and avenge you!"

　After that, the platoon leader saluted with a standard gesture, paying high tribute to the heroic squad leader. He then led the second and third squads to withdraw from the defense line.

　The squad leader returned to the bunker, prepared to fight to the death. When he was about to say something to the remaining soldiers, the squad's sniper made a new discovery.

　"Sir, there's something going on at the end of this road. A convoy of vehicles is coming out: an M-ATV mine-resistant vehicle and two armored machine gun Humvees!"

　"!" The squad leader was very surprised. He picked up the telescope and looked out of the bunker. It was exactly as the sharpshooter said.

　He was overjoyed, thinking that this might be the 75th Ranger Regiment they had been waiting for!

　The squad leader looked again and found that there were more than a dozen enemies following the convoy, and those enemies continued to fire at the convoy with their weapons.

　"It seems that they are our own people!" Since Shen Hai fired at them, it means that they are definitely friendly forces.

　The squad leader then gave the order to the entire class: "Everyone, at 12 o'clock, cover the friendly convoy!"

　As he finished speaking, a TOW anti-tank missile in the corner of the defense line rushed out of its sleeve and flew straight to the target with its long and thin guidance wire.

　The Lao Gan Ma, M240 communication aircraft, M249 flight aircraft and other individual firepower mounted on the defense line also spit flames at the deep-sea pioneers behind the convoy.

　The driver of the leading car in the convoy saw that the defense line was firing towards him, but he remained calm and continued driving forward.

　Because he knew that his teammates in the distance were definitely attacking the deep sea behind.

　The deep-sea pioneers who were chasing the convoy saw the fierce firepower from the distant defense line, and the three Lao Gan Ma cannons mounted on the convoy nearby, so they immediately stopped the pursuit and retreated.

　After the convoy entered the defense line, the squad leader of the team stationed at the defense line asked the convoy about the situation.

　"You... only have these few people left?" The squad leader's tone revealed his melancholy about the unexpected misfortune that befell his friendly forces.

　Sergeant Foley's face was bitter as he sighed, "We were chased and blocked all the way. We're the only two Rangers left. As for the 29th Division's Airborne Assault Brigade... they're the ones sitting in that mine-resistant vehicle at the back."

　"..." The squad leader shook his head distressedly, intimidated by the enemy's combat effectiveness, and gestured for them to head to the evacuation point at the Washington Monument. "Let's go, at least we haven't been wiped out. You'll be safe soon."

　"Take care!" Sergeant Foley waved goodbye and ordered the convoy to quickly head to the Washington Monument evacuation point.

　After receiving the news from Sergeant Foley and his men, the command center announced to all troops in Washington, D.C., "I told you, our soldiers will definitely complete the mission, even if only one squad remains. Now, all units, attention! Evacuation codename: 'April'. I repeat, evacuation codename: 'April'! Everyone, leave immediately!"

　Sergeant Foley and others brought the surviving officers and soldiers of the 29th Airborne Brigade to the evacuation point of the Washington Monument.

　A Black Hawk helicopter landed in front of Sergeant Foley, and the pilot greeted him, "D-2-1, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, Company H, 75th Ranger Regiment. How are you doing?"

　"Except us, everyone in the other regiments died." Sergeant Foley agreed as he climbed onto the plane and pulled Ramirez and other soldiers from his squad onto the plane.

　After confirming that everyone in the squad was ready, Sergeant Foley made a tactical gesture, signaling the pilot to take off, and then reported to the command center: "Overlord, we've boarded the helicopter and are preparing to depart. What's the situation in other directions?"

　"Not very good. The enemy's light infantry is attacking fiercely in the direction of the World War II Memorial. The situation is not optimistic. Over!" Overlord replied.

　Sergeant Foley: "Understood. We'll provide as much support as possible from the air. Over!"

　The helicopter pilot turned to look at Sergeant Foley and said, "Are you crazy? You just escaped death, and now you want to fall into their clutches again? Wouldn't we have waited for you in vain?"

　"Excuse me, if all your relatives and friends are dead, do you think it's meaningful to live in this world?" Sergeant Foley asked back.

　"You... shit, Sergeant, I understand your grief, but our mission is to evacuate you, not to drag you back to that damn place.

　The pilot was a little angry when he heard Sergeant Foley use him as an example.

　Sergeant Foley argued, "Just now I told Overlord that we would do our best to support him in the air. The commander didn't object, but you did. Does that count as disobeying military orders?"

　"...Okay." The pilot was stunned by the question. He didn't say anything else, but controlled the helicopter to take off and prepare to fly towards the World War II Memorial.

　"Ramirez, go and operate the Minigun machine gun!" Sergeant Foley pointed at the fixed M134 machine gun next to the cabin door and patted Ramirez.

　After Ramirez mounted the machine gun, he noticed something unusual. "Tsk... I feel like this M134 is two sizes bigger than the ones I've seen before."

　"That's because this is not a 7.62 M134, it's a 20mm M167!" the co-pilot shouted to Ramirez.

　Ramirez's eyes lit up in surprise. "WTF?! A 20mm version of the Vulcan cannon? Okay, that's enough to open the can of those witch soldiers!"

　The helicopter took off slowly, and amid the sound of gunfire and smoke, it flew over the broken and collapsed Washington Monument from the periphery with other helicopters responsible for supporting the rearguard, and flew towards the World War II Memorial.