It is Kokang and Changchun

　Ramirez had a bird's eye view of the bombarded and smoke-filled downtown Washington, a place that the United States once claimed was the safest place in the world. Now, unknown enemies had their doors kicked open and half of it was reduced to a scorched earth.

　He hoped desperately that all this was just a dream, and when he woke up, he would still be on the familiar upper bunk in the barracks dormitory.

　"We have individual surface-to-air firepower. Turn left! Turn left! Ah!"

　To the right of the plane where Sergeant Foley's crew was sitting, a Black Hawk was hit by a deep-sea assault soldier's bullet because it could not dodge in time. The entire plane instantly turned into a blazing fireball and quickly spun towards the ground.

　The tragic scene just now brought the slightly dazed Ramirez back to reality. He shook his head and tried to calm himself down.

　"Damn it! We're at a war! How could I desert?!"

　Everything in front of me tells me that this is an extremely real reality, not an illusion.

　Chapter 251 Great Retreat (4)

　"Several enemy infantrymen were spotted inside the World War II Memorial landmark!" Ramirez pressed the trigger button behind the Vulcan cannon, facing the deep-sea scouts and combat puppets below.

　A dull sound of tearing cloth was heard, and a series of shells, brighter than 12.7mm tracer bullets, directly penetrated the upper bodies of several combat puppets.

　One of the combat puppets was hit directly in the core by a 20mm shell and died on the spot. Its entire body began to turn into blue light and dissipated.

　"Go to hell! You damn female devils!" The impact of the rapid-fire 20mm Vulcan cannon made Ramirez very excited, and he roared at the deep-sea vanguards below.

　Those shells that missed their target grazed the deep sea and slammed hard into the marble floor, stirring up a cloud of high-speed flying debris and dust.

　To humans, these flying debris might injure, if not kill, but to the deep sea, it's barely scratching the surface. Therefore, to effectively kill them, the shells had to hit the chest area.

　Deep Sea in the World War II Memorial discovered that several helicopters were firing at him, so he immediately moved, dodging and fighting back with the weapons in his hands.

　"Want to fight back? No way!" Ramirez saw an enemy trying to shoot into the air with a light machine gun. He didn't give the opponent any chance and directly strafed the deep sea.

　Before Ramirez could confirm the kill, the helicopter suddenly made a large maneuver. In that instant, the right door was almost facing the sky, and he could see nothing but the night sky.

　"What's going on?" Ramirez asked.

　"There is enemy individual anti-aircraft fire attacking us on the roof of the Ministry of Justice!" the pilot warned and made an evasive maneuver in another direction.

　The helicopter tried to give Ramirez a shooting angle so that he could use his Vulcan cannon to deal with the enemy's individual anti-aircraft fire.

　Although the pilot didn't say anything, Ramirez understood immediately after seeing the direction of the right cabin door change. He used the Vulcan cannon to shoot at any suspicious units on the roof of the Ministry of Justice.

　Just when Ramirez thought he had suppressed the opponent, another light bomb came from the roof of the Ministry of Justice and brushed past the root of the helicopter's large propeller.

　Although it just grazed the helicopter, the scorching temperature of the high-energy laser bomb still had a great impact on it; thick smoke and flames came out from the base of the helicopter engine, and the aircraft issued a shrill fault alarm.

　"We were hit!" In order to avoid the anti-aircraft fire on the roof of the Ministry of Justice, and with the top propeller damaged, the pilot lowered the helicopter's flight altitude and entered the blind spot of the fire on the roof of the Ministry of Justice.

　As a result, as soon as the helicopter descended, it discovered that there were also enemies inside the Ministry of Justice...

　"Damn it! We can neither advance nor retreat!" Sergeant Foley cursed, then said, "Fly up! Even if we die, we'll take those son-of-a-bitch man-portable air defense systems with us!"

　The helicopter pilots had exactly this in mind. They felt that rather than being killed by the enemy infantry in the building, it would be better to rush in and finish off the enemy's individual air defense.

　This may be the "chivalry" of Europe and the United States.

　Ignoring the flames and black smoke at the base of the top propeller, the pilot pushed the throttle to the maximum, and the helicopter rose to the roof of the Ministry of Justice in a cloud of black smoke.

　The deep-sea commandos on the roof did not expect that the helicopter would dare to rise again.

　She shook her head expressionlessly and sighed, then deployed the commando-specific psychic shield and fired a round against the helicopter's 20mm side-door cannon.

　With a "boom", the rear of the helicopter was hit accurately.

　The world was spinning so fast that Ramirez had to let go of the Vulcan cannon and hold on to the handrail in the cabin to avoid being thrown out by the strong centrifugal force.

　Even though the helicopter was out of control, the pilot persevered and tried his best to control the aircraft and drop it towards the deep-sea commando on the roof of the Ministry of Justice.

　But contrary to expectations, no matter how hard the pilot tried, the helicopter still fell in the opposite direction.

　"We're being hit! Mayday! Mayday! This is D-2-1, we're about to crash onto the roof of the Ministry of Justice! Mayday! Mayday..."

　As the pilot reported the crash, the helicopter spun and crashed on the street next to the Ministry of Justice. Ramirez's eyes went black and he passed out.

　(I don’t know how long it took)

　"Am I dead... Is this heaven?" Just as Ramirez was wondering whether he had already gone to heaven, he suddenly felt pain in many parts of his body.

　"Shit...it hurts." The pain made Ramirez regain consciousness a little. "Maybe I'm still alive?"

　"75th Ranger Regiment, 2nd Platoon, 1st Squad, Company H, Overlord. Do you read? Over!" The repeated anxious calls on the radio made Ramirez sober up a lot.

　"It seems that I am not dead, but my whole body hurts..." Ramirez opened his eyes with difficulty and saw that he had fallen in the wrecked cabin.

　His gradually clearer consciousness allowed him to perceive more information about his surroundings. He only heard gunshots and the voices of friendly forces on the left side of the cabin.

　No matter when, the sound of gunfire is always one of the things that can arouse people's vigilance the most. Ramirez tried to look outside and saw a group of friendly troops struggling to resist the enemy using cover. The soldier closest to him was less than 3 meters away.

　Ramirez wanted to get up, and he struggled to grab a metal tube-like object that was lying across the cabin door, which he didn't know what it was, to support himself so that he could stand up.

　But who would have thought that as soon as he put it on, his hand holding the pipe started to hurt, causing Ramirez to groan reflexively.

　"Hiss...ah." Ramirez subconsciously looked at his hands. The tactical gloves had long been damaged, and his palms were covered with blood.

　Ramirez's cry of pain caught the attention of his teammates outside. The teammate closest to Ramirez turned and glanced at Ramirez, who had just stood up.

　Then he looked down and around, picked up an M4A1 left by a fallen ally, handed it to Ramirez, and reminded him: "Hey, take it, squat!"

　Ramirez instinctively took the gun. But just as his right hand grasped the handle and before his left hand could grab the handguard, the man who had kindly handed him the gun was shot and fell to the ground.

　Seeing this scene, Ramirez couldn't help but curse: "Damn witch..."

　The friendly forces outside were also trying to figure out how to get Ramirez out. If they delayed any longer, not to mention whether the enemy would press in, Ramirez would be burned to death by the flames spreading from the tail of the plane.

　A squad leader among the friendly troops outside said, "Everyone, throw smoke bombs to block the view!"

　"What are you doing, Corporal Dunn?" a private complained. "Have you forgotten that in the battle last evening, someone from the next squad threw a cigarette, and then those monsters charged us with bayonets?!"

　The reformed deep-sea vanguards have a habit. When the distance of the exchange of fire is not very far, and the enemy throws smoke at their own position or the enemy throws smoke not far in front of their own position, the deep-sea will most likely take advantage of the smoke to launch a bayonet charge.

　Dunn explained, "I know, but this time I want them to charge at us with bayonets fixed! Combat engineers! Get over here!"

　"Here!" A soldier carrying various individual engineering tools lowered his head and ran to Dunn.

　"Did you take two M18A1 Broadsword mines when you were resupplying earlier?" asked Corporal Dunn.

　The combat engineer nodded in agreement. "Yes, I was thinking that if all else failed and we had to retreat, I could still leave a surprise for those white-haired bitches."

　"I can tell you, you can give them this surprise now," Corporal Dunn said to the combat engineer.

　Then Corporal Dunn and the combat engineers discussed a plan and decided to use smoke bombs and broadsword mines to block the deep sea and give people a chance to rescue people.

　On the other side of the deep sea, seeing the American soldiers on the opposite side throwing cigarettes, they laughed contemptuously and said, "Sisters, the US military is inviting us to be evil ghosts in the smoke! Everyone, prepare to fight with bayonets!"

　This deep-sea team was able to hold on until now because the assaulters and support soldiers were killed in the previous battle.

　They finally saw that the US military gave them the opportunity to fight with their bayonets, so they naturally would not let it go easily.

　After attaching the bayonets, the deep-sea scout and the medic climbed over the bunker with the remaining three combat puppets. After a short run-up, they raised their guns and assumed a bayonet-fighting posture, rushing towards the smoke at the fastest speed.

　When the Deep Seas passed through the thick white smoke, what came into view were American soldiers lying on the ground only about 20 meters away from them.

　"Do you think you won't be stabbed by the bayonet if you lie down?! Die, human!" The deep sea roared, ready to rush the last 20 meters.

　This

　At this moment, a wave of explosions suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him, and countless steel balls rushed towards the deep-sea scouts and combat puppets in an instant.

　While mines and steel balls can't kill the Deep Sea, the massive, high-speed burst of them can still have a certain stopping effect on Deep Sea Scouts and Combat Golems. (They're ineffective against Assault Troopers, Cavalry, and Elite units when their shields are deployed.)

　"Puff, puff, puff, puff--!" The steel balls of the Broadsword mines were densely packed on Shen Hai's face. Some of the high-speed flying steel balls hit Shen Hai's eyes, causing them to temporarily lose their sight.

　The deep-sea scout was covered in steel balls in the face and eyes. After his eyes went black, he suddenly realized that he had been careless.

　Taking advantage of the temporary blindness of the Deep Sea, the American soldiers who had just been lying on the ground immediately stood up and moved to avoid casualties caused by the Deep Sea's shooting based on memory.

　Almost at the same time, some of them took out grenades and threw them at the feet of Shen Hai, taking advantage of the noise caused by the grenades exploding one after another to prevent Shen Hai from identifying the location by hearing the sound.

　Another group of people ran to the helicopter, moved the metal pipe out of the way, and rescued Ramirez.

　"Go! Go!" Corporal Dunn and another soldier supported Ramirez. While the smoke was still lingering and Shenhai was still in shock, Dunn and his men retreated into a building in the alley.

　"Brother, have you seen a sergeant?" Ramirez asked a little weakly. He wanted to know where Sergeant Foley had gone.

　Corporal Dunn said, "Sergeant Foley?"

　"You know him? Where is he?"

　"We rescued him. He's still alive, but his right hand is broken."

　Dunn continued, "For his safety, we hid him in a nearby green belt before the enemy team arrived."

　Hearing that Sergeant Foley was okay, Ramirez breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought of his other comrades, he became anxious again. "Where are the others? The ones who were on the helicopter with me."

　"They're all dead..." Dunn whispered something unpleasant but true.

　Ramirez was devastated, but since the dead could not be brought back to life, what could he do? He could only endure the pain and silently pray, "May God be kind to them..."

　Dunn patted Ramirez's shoulder gently and said, "Soldier, I understand you, but what's more important now is how we can escape.

　I just learned from the communication that the main force has withdrawn from the Washington Monument, and the 82nd Division has also withdrawn from the Pentagon. Now we can only rely on ourselves..."

　Chapter 252 The Fall of the White House

　In Washington, D.C., the ground fighting ended with the retreat of U.S. troops.

　The failure of the Battle of Washington was not due to the US military's incompetence or fear of fighting; rather, it was because light combined forces such as the Air Assault Brigade and the Rangers found it difficult to stop the deep-sea army's close-range attacks in the absence of air superiority and information disadvantage.

　Secondly, the United States does not have many troops stationed domestically. The already small number of domestic troops is scattered across the states of the United States; the number of American troops who can immediately stop the deep-sea landing is less than one-tenth of the total number of troops deployed by the United States in the deep-sea landing.

　This is why the local US military's "green and yellow bars" (organization and HP) dropped as fast as water during the first wave of airborne and landing in the deep sea.

　As for the battles in the air and at sea, because the Air Force responded and deployed quickly, the deep sea and the United States were in a stalemate until the end of the Battle of Washington.

　When the Deep Sea first attacked Washington, the U.S. Navy's Second Fleet stationed in Norfolk received urgent instructions from the Navy Command about the current situation.

　Soldiers and officers at all levels entered a first-level combat readiness state in shock and confusion, and all ships of the Second Fleet that could be immediately put into combat went into action.

　After the two sides encountered each other at a long distance, the deep-sea navy faced the overwhelming rain of sea-based anti-ship missiles and air-based anti-ship missiles launched by the US Navy's Second Fleet without any fluctuations in their hearts.

　They calmly intercepted the enemy with particle beam anti-aircraft guns and secondary guns, just as they had practiced and rehearsed hundreds of times.

　With particle beam weapons that have almost no ballistic dispersion and initial velocity delay, and the deep sea's own powerful computing power, intercepting subsonic missiles such as the Harpoon series is a piece of cake, almost like a free experience package.

　After the US military launched a wave of anti-ship missiles, the results were not satisfactory at all. The number of ships damaged in the deep sea was probably less than 20%, not to mention those that lost their combat effectiveness or were sunk.

　The mass-produced deep-sea warships attracted the firepower of the Second Fleet on the surface, while those with autonomous intelligence and mental models dived into the deep water in formations and quietly approached the US military.

　Although the US military's anti-submarine aircraft and ship-borne sonar demonstrated their excellent performance and faithfully informed the sailors that there were approaching underwater targets.

　But unfortunately, the deep-sea warship was very quiet when diving. It was not until the deep-sea warship was less than 300 meters from the sea surface that the Second Fleet discovered something was wrong.

　Anti-submarine weapons would naturally open fire immediately, but modern anti-submarine weapons are basically aimed at scattered, individual submarines, not wolf packs.

　More importantly, what is lurking in the deep sea is not a submarine, but a warship. Not only is it larger than a submarine, it is also harder than a submarine and has the ability to counter incoming torpedoes and depth charges. Unlike submarines, they can only run away or passively take the beating.

　As a result, the US military's anti-submarine weapons were unable to effectively block the sneak attacks of those deep-sea warships with mental models.

　When the officers and soldiers of the Second Fleet, at close range

　When he saw more than thirty World War I-style ships emerging from the sea, his expression was as indescribable as a traffic light.

　And then... and then there was nothing else... Under the joint attack of deep-sea ships from far and near, all the ships of the Second Fleet were sunk in the sea an hour later.

　However, the deep sea did not kill the lifeboats and floating sailors on the sea. Instead, they gentlemanly rescued all the sailors.

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　Historically, Washington, D.C. was once occupied by the British. Today's withdrawal of the U.S. military means that this city with the highest victory points in the United States has changed hands again after more than 210 years.

　What is more worth mentioning is that Washington, DC welcomed its first non-human owner for the first time.

　On that day in Washington, D.C., a group of deep-sea troops, in a formation more orderly than the PLA's military parade, marched proudly on the road in front of the Capitol.

　Admiralty Code stood on the upper floor of the Capitol, looking down at the rows of deep-sea troops marching in standard and neat steps below, and extended his hand to greet them.

　The deep-sea vanguard formation that was about to pass in front of AC's sight fired a series of clean and neat gunshots, then turned their heads in unison, looked up at AC upstairs, and blurted out words in shock.

　"Long live Lord Admiralty Code!"

　On the rooftop of the Capitol, a senior deep-sea scout asked AC. He looked like a high-ranking person. It was unknown how close he was to AC, but it was definitely not far away.

　"My Lord Admiralty Code, why don't we burn down the White House and the house? Just like in 1812, let them relive the pain of the White House fire."

　AC looked at him and said, "This area is full of beautiful white houses. It would be a shame if they burned down."