The new wave of attacks came faster than expected, Zhao Yu didn't even have time to run back to the Spider's side before the opposite side came in with a fire coverage, destroying all the defenses outside of the base in almost thirty seconds, and the two MF1s fled into the base gates in a sorry state.
"1 BTX, 4 MF1s, 2 MF2s, 1 ATG Command Vehicle, and 114 organic armor infantry!" A string of numbers was reported in a rush, and everyone present felt their heads spinning.
"Does the base have any defenses!" Borg was the first to react, "Turn on all defenses! Who has access!"
"I can do it, sir!" A private raised his hand, his voice a little shrill and obviously not very old, "I'm the network maintainer for this base!"
"Good, what's your name?"
"Kristin, Kristin Sanchez, sir!"
"Very good, Private Kristin, go activate everything that works! Old man, go give him a hand!"
Zhao Yu shrugged and followed this soldier as he rushed into a room, watching him maneuver the consoles with his hands and feet, and couldn't help but ask, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Kristin didn't even look back, "I'm temporarily opening up a permission, go and press all the buttons on the right panel on that console behind me!"
This instruction was simple and clear, Zhao Yu twisted his head and started to operate it, but the first button made him sweat, "This button ... can't be pressed!"
"How?" Kristin rushed over and pressed a few times on the panel, and his voice changed, "Damn it, who did this ... must be Major William! He surrendered to the Confederates at the beginning, he must have tampered with the retreat!"
"What kind of tampering?" Zhao Yu suddenly had an ominous feeling rise, "I don't feel too good?"
"He was the base commander and used his authority to open the base's internal defense system! At least thirty defense robots have been activated and set us as the enemy!" Kristin slapped the panel angrily, but unfortunately the visor was in the way to see the expression, "William you pig! I won't let you go!"
Zhao Yu watched this private's actions and thought to himself that this private and the base commander seemed to be on bad terms, but he dutifully continued to ask, "So what can we do now?"
"I'll set up the defenses on the outside of the base and then retake control of the internal defenses!" Kristin lunged back to the other console, "What's your ... uh, what's your name? They call you an old man? But you don't look old!"
Zhao Yu's mask hadn't been lowered, so his face was visible to everyone, but hearing that question he could only answer once more in a depressing manner, "My name is Zhao Yu, I'm from the old century, the 20th century."
"Oh, I've heard of that, the group that was resurrected by aliens!" Kristin's tone was actually permeated with envy, "That's so cool ... good Zhao Yu, I need all my energy to be put on this side of the console right now, the task of guarding the entrance to this room is something you're capable of, isn't it?"
"Why do you need to guard this entrance?" The ominous feeling intensified.
"Because this is the central control room of the base, it must never fall into enemy hands. And we have already been judged as enemies by the internal defense system."
Zhao Yu's eyes widened, "So that group of activated defense robots will retake this place first?"
"That's right, the program was set by me, I know it well."
"That sounds downright desperate ...," Zhao Yu muttered and was about to contact Borg when Borg sent a contact first, "Why aren't they out yet? The base's positional machine guns and artillery have all been activated, what are you still dawdling about, old man? I'm short on co-pilots!"
"Sorry, Captain, the situation over here is a bit more complicated, it seems like I have to help that Kristin with the activated internal defense system first." Zhao Yu laughed bitterly, "Can you send two mecha infantry over to help me?"
There was only two seconds of silence on Borg's side, "I'm sure you can manage, good luck, old man!"
"I hate this guy." Zhao Yu muttered.
Just then, the ceiling above his head suddenly cracked open, and a machine gun that looked unusually powerful slowly descended.
"Wow, what is this!" The floor beneath Zhao Yu's feet also parted on both sides, raising two machine guns and a bunker.
"This is the last line of defense to defend the central control room, you don't want to take care of thirty defense robots with just that little pistol of yours, do you?" Kristin replied, "You'll be in charge of the biggest gun, the remaining two will fire supplemental shots for you based on the unit you're aiming at to avoid hitting the target repeatedly, is that understood?"
"Understood, I just hope you're a bit faster." Zhao Yu didn't dare to slow down, pulling off his own mask (now that it was back in working order) he rushed up into a firing position in the bunker, and by this time, the defense robots had already appeared across the corridor.
Although they were said to be machine "people", Zhao Yu had never seen humanoid machinery in this world after awakening, and these robots were no exception, their appearance had nothing to do with people, they looked like a combination of octopus, praying mantis, and some kind of mechanical parts, and their range of movement went from the floor to the wall to the ceiling, it was like a group of migrating Little strong.
"Lock on, fire!" Zhao Yu threw all distractions aside and pulled the trigger without any distractions.
With the assisted targeting system, he almost simultaneously resolved the two defense robots on the opposite side of the room, and the response was twenty-eight accurate return shots, and almost instantly the bunker's defense shield energy dropped by a third.
"Hang in there, Cho Yu!" Kristin knew without turning around that the firefight had begun, "Buy me at least three minutes!"
"I'll try!"
Borg shrugged and turned off the comms on Cho-woo's side.
"How's it going on the old man's side?" Hunter asked.
"It looks busy, no easier than our side." Borg held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted at a window on the screen, "Although relying on base firepower temporarily suppressed them, but it's not a long term solution ... They have two MF2s, which can launch strikes outside of our range, and that wave just now was a lightweight attack on their part, and the next one is the hard battle. "
Although both are MF series battle spiders, but unlike the MF1 which focuses on maneuverability, the MF2's worth boasting about is precisely the firepower of long range attacks.
"Sergeant, you promised to treat me to a Vegas bash at the end of the war." Hunter reminded, "I'm never going to die in a place like this."
"Don't worry, I'll cover all your expenses then."
A flash of light emanated from the distance as a new strike began.
Soldier Station 459.
A few mecha infantry stood guard outside the gate of that research room in the warehouse, while more people were rummaging inside the gate.
"Impossible, it doesn't make sense, there was no destruction order issued at all, how come we can't find it?" A waxen-faced man rambled past several empty cabinets before turning back to a sergeant at the gate, "Think again! Is there anything you've missed?"
"We've verified all the footage!" Facing the other party's colonel rank, the sergeant could only repeat again, "Sir, unless there's something in the research lab that we simply don't know about, we've checked everywhere we've seen!"
"That's the point! There is something you must have missed!" The Colonel sighed long and hard, "Don't look at the drawings, check with the equipment! Look for holes! Scan the whole place!"
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers were once again busy while the colonel walked out of the gate with a depressed look on his face.
Next to him, a person who also wore the rank of colonel came over, "Dr. Wright, perhaps the people in the seventh war zone are exaggerating ... Even if they dared to break the taboo, it would be impossible to make a breakthrough in such a short period of time. Didn't so many previous experiments prove this?"
"This time is different, my friend." Colonel Wright said worriedly, "Don't forget, there's also that sixth task force! If, the people in the seventh theater aren't lying, if, what they're researching and the sixth task force come across, if ... it's the worst case scenario!"
His companion's face didn't look too good either, "I know what you mean, the worst case scenario is that it's simply impossible to estimate what will happen. But according to the intel, neither of the two detachments of Task Force Six are currently exhibiting that trait - and in the end, whether or not the stuff is on Team Six itself is just a guess."
"If it isn't, then of course it's best that I ..."
At that moment a sudden clamor came from the research room, Colonel Wright froze and immediately rushed in, "What have you found?"
"Sir, there's a very small hidden room here that wasn't on the drawings, we just found it with our scans." A soldier opened the door to the room, "But inside this storage cabinet we haven't checked it yet ..."
"Then check it now!" Colonel Wright said already stepping forward, "Open this locker!"
A few soldiers nervously raised their guns while two others held up the lid of the storage cabinet.
There was a gasp from everyone present.
There was a person lying in the locker. The man's skin was ghastly white, naked, and he wasn't even breathing, but that wasn't what Dr. Wright was concerned about, "What were they designing it to look like this for? This form is obviously not perfect ... the details of the skin are also too real, and ..."
"No, it's not!" A soldier suddenly exclaimed as if he had seen a ghost.
Wright gave him a disgruntled look, "What's wrong?"
"This man ... is Gabriel! I know him, this is our comrade in arms!" The soldier pointed at the man, "He was with us on this operation!"
This comment caused several other soldiers to gather around and nod their heads when they saw the man, "That's right, it's Gabriel Bradley! What happened, is he dead? Dead here?"
"This is one of yours?" Wright frowned and grabbed the man's hand, "Well, it is indeed a corpse ... Medic, scan it! What was his cause of death?"
The answer came immediately, "Fractured collar bone, torn trachea, asphyxiation - he was killed in a split second, his neck snapped in one fell swoop by some massive force, time of death about 12 hours ago."
The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, "Isn't that when we checked this military station? Who could have killed him ... and stripped him of his armor and left him here with so many people acting together?"
One of the soldiers suddenly shuddered.
When the crowd looked at him, his whisper made everyone turn pale, "And where did Gabriel's power armor go?"
Immediately, someone else remembered, "Gabriel was attached to a different squad that had set out with Captain Zorg and the others! If Gabriel is dead here ... then, the Gabriel who followed the Captain ... that wore his power armor and mixed into the squad ... is who? "