The commander at the scene was so anxious that he almost suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and he covered his hands hoarsely and shouted: "Tiangong Tiangong, the shelling is ineffective, the shelling is ineffective-"

"Fire support has been coordinated!"

Before the words fell, a line of crimson light fell from the sky, and the top of the alien battleship suddenly exploded like an eggshell that had been beaten by a hammer, and a spiderweb-like crack exploded, and there was a fist-sized hole in the middle of the crack, and a faint green smoke was rising from the hole. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The commander clenched his hands and was stunned, unable to understand what was happening.

Several crisp sounds sounded in succession, and there was a black hole on the alien battleship, like an invisible big hand that could hit the alien battleship.

About two seconds later, a sharp whistling from the sky penetrated everyone's eardrums, and the commander couldn't help but suddenly realize.

This must be the space battleship greeting aliens with piercing bullets, because the speed of the cannonballs is too fast, leaving the sound far behind, so this phenomenon occurs.

As the commander expected, this is a round of armor-piercing bullets from the 024 level, which is an armor-piercing projectile specially designed to hit ground targets, in order to prevent the warhead from being damaged by severe friction between the projectile body and the atmosphere, the military industry department also coated the slender warhead with a layer of aerospace-grade thermal insulation material.

It's the thing that was painted on the surface of the re-entry spacecraft.

But to hit alien warships with armor-piercing shells...... The alien battleship is 300 meters long, and the armor-piercing bullet is only the thickness of a fist, how much effect can it play?

Not only the commanders had such doubts, but many fighters had the same thoughts.

Just when everyone was in doubt, the 024 class, which confirmed the effect of the strike, suddenly erupted, and the seven turrets located in the bow of the ship opened fire at the same time, and hundreds of armor-piercing shells turned into red rays of light, smashing from the tail of the alien battleship to the head in a very short time, and the sound of armor cracking and tearing air mixed together, drowning out all other sounds.

By the time it was over, the top armor of the alien battleship had turned into a sieve full of holes, and the cobwebs were cracked all over the ship, as if the slightest touch of a finger would crumble into pieces.

The commander did not relax his vigilance because of the heavy damage of the alien warship, but immediately ordered the troops to increase their vigilance to prevent the aliens from breaking through.

He doesn't have much combat experience, but at least he understands the truth of a dog jumping off a wall.

Everyone was ready for battle, but the aliens did not move, and a similar thought appeared in everyone's minds: could it be that a single cannonball could destroy all the aliens in the battleship?

About half a minute after the shelling, a glimmer of light suddenly shot out from the hatches on the alien battleship that had been open, and most of them cut into the bunkers arranged by the defenders, and the mercerized light shredded the layers of sandbags, and the sand flowed out from the incisions.

The silky light that cut into the defenders was like knives, and the defenders suffered heavy casualties, and a flash of light happened to sweep the side of the commander's neck, cutting the carotid artery without difficulty.

The commander only felt a pain in his neck, blood gushing out like a fountain, and he instinctively covered the side of his neck, but the blood still oozed from between his fingers.

A nearby soldier immediately took out a towel and twisted the kettle to wet the towel, but by the time he pressed the towel to the side of the commander's neck, the commander had stopped breathing, and his eyes that had lost their luster looked up at the sky blankly, and there was still a little unwillingness and attachment in his eyes.

The fine light came and went quickly, and it quickly ended after killing and injuring a large number of defenders, and then dozens of aliens rushed out of the ship, and after running a few steps, they suddenly jumped into the air, and a pair of huge membranous wings spread out behind the aliens, supporting them to fly quickly high, condescendingly splashing silky light on the defenders.

The defenders, who had lost their command, fought back with all their might, but they had a natural advantage in air and ground, adding to the situation of the defenders, who had already suffered heavy casualties.

What made the defenders even more unbearable was that an alien actually flew over the evacuated people and wantonly slaughtered civilians.

All the officers and men were furious, and several armored vehicles ran out of surface-to-air missiles at the first time, but only one alien was hit.

In order to destroy the enemy, the brave fighters left the relatively safe armored vehicle, jumped on the roof of the car to operate the anti-aircraft machine gun, and the jetting of bullets flew straight into the sky, chasing the aliens.

The damage of anti-aircraft machine guns to aliens may be limited, but the fragile membrane wings on the aliens' backs cannot stop the tearing of the warheads, and several aliens are shot down one after another.

The armored vehicle was immediately hit by the aliens, and the fighters forgot about their lives, sacrificing one and going on again.

Beside him were the corpses of his comrades, and under his feet were the still warm blood and internal organs of his comrades, but the soldiers didn't care so much, because the new shooter was likely to be shredded by mercerized in the next second, mixed with his comrades, and never separated from each other again.

In short, as long as the machine gun can still be fired, as long as the person is not dead, as long as there are bullets, the machine gun will not stop.

It wasn't until the alien battleship fired a thin light that sliced through all the armored vehicles that the roar of the anti-aircraft machine guns was stopped.

But the defenders had more than anti-aircraft machine guns.

One of the soldiers' left leg was broken at the knee, and all his comrades around him had been killed, and the severe pain made him almost faint.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, climbed to the side of the 120 rocket to straighten the bazooka that had not yet had time to launch, knelt on one knee and supported his body with his broken leg, aimed at the hatch of the alien battleship and pulled the trigger.

The moment the rocket was discharged, he was hit by the alien's silk, which went from his left shoulder to his right crotch.

At the last moment of his life, he saw the flying rockets burrowing into the alien battleship, and the soldier closed his eyes and passed away with a smile.

The rockets exploded, blazing flames erupted from the ship's interior like a fiery dragon, and the nearby cobweb-strewn armor crumbled like shattered glass.

Seeing this, the others immediately abandoned the aliens and turned their targets to the battleship, and the aliens who were raging everywhere immediately returned to help, focusing on cleaning up the defenders of the attacking battleship.

At this time, the casualties of the defenders had exceeded two-thirds, and the remaining one-third could not form a coherent defensive line, and the battlefield was bloody, and neither of us nor the enemy would take a step back.

The highest-ranking commander on the scene was only a lieutenant, and the lieutenant who witnessed all this clearly realized that the task of blockading the alien warship could not be completed, the arrival of friendly troops was uncertain, and once his own personnel were lost, the aliens would bloom in all directions, and the civilians of the whole city would be in danger.

The communication soldier beside him has been sacrificed, the lieutenant turned his heart sideways, ruthlessly broke the fingers of the signal soldier, snatched the hand microphone that the communication soldier was holding in his hand, and roared while crying: "Fengcheng called Tiangong, Fengcheng called Tiangong, asked to fire at me, asked to fire at me...... The troops are about to run out, and they will shoot at me for the sake of the old and young masters of Fengcheng...... Heavenly Palace, don't let us die in vain, don't let us die in vain......"