Saar sat in place, put his arms on his knees, rubbed his head in pain, and kept saying, "It's my fault, it's all my fault..."

Garona comforted: "Chief, our response is very timely, and the personnel losses are not large. In other cases, this world also has some magic materials to collect. We can organize the team, start collecting materials, and rebuild the portal. With previous experience, I think it will be possible to rebuild soon. I just asked my compatriots who escaped before. They said that the alliance has launched a magical artifact and fought back against the demons of the Burning Legion. For the time being, they can no longer attack on a large scale, and we still have time."

Thrall gritted his teeth, suddenly looked up, looked at the sky, and said, "Yes, we still have time, but we don't know how much time there is."

Just as Garona was about to say something, she saw the chief suddenly stand up and said, "No, we have less time. These humans and those humans in our world are not only not far from their physical structures and power systems, but also better at conspiracy and intrigues. I think that the iron birds that can fly in the sky are already halfway and are ready to strangle us. We must act quickly."

Garona said, "So, Chief, what are you going to do?"

"I had plans, didn't we, our only choice," Thal said.

"yes."

If there were "smugglers" on the west coast of the United States, and there was such a big fan and powerful alien, and the US military did not respond, it would be too false. After all, it was an existence that beat the earth and dominate the world. They were not weak, and they were extremely powerful.

Of course, the Coast Guard evacuated immediately. Although they were equipped with great force, they were just to deal with suspicious smuggling boats. As for ordinary drug trafficking, smuggling, etc., wouldn’t they go through the underground passages of Mexico?

It happened to be that there was no established aircraft carrier force on the West Coast. Since a large number of warships were sent to the Middle East after the previous chasing of Sha Damu, the accident had to send back a fleet stationed in Guam, which was considered an emergency.

Their speed was not slow. They crossed the entire Pacific Ocean and had returned to a place not far outside San Francisco. As we heard just now, there seemed to be an allies who detonated a small nuclear bomb in the camps of smugglers from other worlds. The explosion was extremely powerful and effective. The shield that had been legendary before, which could block all explosives, seemed to be unable to take effect internally. At least, looking at the satellite photos, the explosion was in a mess. At this time, it seemed that the lives of these people in other worlds could be directly harvested.

However, those annoying guys who interfere in military affairs have also returned. Fleet Commander Rams looked at a power of attorney depressedly. The general meaning of the text is to ask themselves to attack those aliens from the side of the sea who have no air defense capabilities. Anyway, they have lost their protection long ago. Just looking at the appearance, it is impossible to confuse them with humans. However, there are requirements that they will send Marines to a certain extent to cooperate with the army mobilized to attack the aliens on the ground, confiscate their bodies and all the items, and they must not be outflowed. If they can catch the living mouths of aliens or even the top leaders, that would be the best.

No soldier likes this kind of command, ambiguous and greedy. Behind this command is bloody sacrifice. Their fighter bombers have been ready for a long time and are hungry and thirsty. Now they say that they cannot be killed. Rams is not a bastard who uses the blood of his soldiers to dye himself a red official hat. He decided to ignore this order and let the troops bomb with all their strength. It is best to blow the place where those people in another world are located to flat ground.

Suddenly, he felt a swaying, unstable left and right, and only felt that the aircraft carrier seemed to have a huge vibration.

This is on the sea, and it is normal for various problems and bumps and tremors to tremble, but the continuous tremors seem unusual. Rams suddenly heard the voice of the operator next to him: "General, it seems that something is happening, someone is attacking on the ship!"

"What? What about the radar signal? Is it an enemy's plane?"

"No," the operator suddenly turned on the video surveillance and said, "It's a man, a monster from another world, they've already boarded the ship! Oh no, they knocked over the fighter planes as if they were knocking over a milk can."

In Rams's opinion, it was originally a video of observing the internal situation. A tall, green-skinned monster in another world, holding a huge hammer, began to beat everything around him while walking. Anyone who resisted with a gun, who fired at him or turned the Vulcan cannon, would be knocked down by him slowly. What was basically useless was that those bullets did not even have the chance to delay the monster. There was no one-piece enemy on the entire deck, and it was cleared.

The entire Seventh Fleet dispatched from the Yokosuka Port of Japan, a task force composed of USS Reagan, several missile destroyers, cruisers, supply ships and medical ships, was mobilized back urgently. They didn't know much about the reality and didn't know what was going on. They just learned in the military briefing that these people from other worlds did not have any modern combat capabilities, but used legendary magic and superpowers, or pure physical strength to fight. This was simply too out of date, right?

But war has never been an arithmetic problem. We have talked about it countless times before. Human weapons and equipment and war systems are created for the purpose of massacre of each other. Once we face attacks from different power systems from other worlds, we are really powerless.

It's like you're playing football, and suddenly there is a wave of basketball players coming from the opposite side, and you are slapped with your hands and playing with you. How can you win? Or just have a baseball player and throw the baseball directly over, how can you play?

Just like when Rear Admiral Rams had been in contact with old friends in the military academy, he talked about the military and was also studying some methods to deal with individual superpowers, but they were basically unsolvable. At this time, it was indeed the case.

On aircraft carriers, generally in the near defense zone, that is, the aircraft carrier's close-range defense, use near-defense rapid-fire cannons. Once even the rapid-fire cannons are broken through, the people on the ship can only use weak fire rifles to defend. After all, no one had expected that before that, someone could directly "jump" on the aircraft carrier with the help of magic, and then start killing and cutting down.

"Everyone, fight back, fight back in all ways!" Rams gave the order and contacted other warships. The other warships were organized to prepare combat helicopters. At this moment, this short-range firepower came to help.

In layman's terms, an aircraft carrier is equivalent to a fortress, providing a group of mages with insufficient protection but amazing lethality to rest, then quickly attack, and after using a big move, they quickly retreat to the fortress, returning to this aircraft carrier formation composed of countless anti-submarine and anti-missile systems to prepare for the next attack. However, this time, suddenly, a savage soldier, wielding a giant axe, flashed into the fortress. You can imagine how desolate these fragile mages would suffer.

Although he didn't know what these fighters were and how they operated, Thrall knew completely that these things were not manipulated by humans, they were just dead objects. He did not need to face the fighters that could not take off. Instead, he destroyed the runway and damaged several aircraft on the deck, and began to rush into the cabin without expression, destroying combat equipment.

Thrall has seen Tom Cruise's top ambitions played by humans and knows how human aircraft carriers operate, which is easy to understand, isn't it?

The squadron captain Rams anxiously ordered all the ships to get closer to help the flagship fight back, but suddenly found that wailing and asking for help came from each warship.

I don’t know when the Seventh Fleet set off from Japan and returned to the local emergency combat readiness fleet. Each ship had one or several orc blood elf undead warriors. On the largest aircraft carrier, Thrall took action himself. After all, he had watched Top Gun, right?

"Roar..." A roar came from a distance, and Thrall understood that it was a large iron ship of humanity, and his people solved the resistance of everyone on the ship.

Because they took action too quickly, the people on the boat had no time to react, they had no time to ignite bombs, and self-destruct to protect the ship. At the same time, the noses and hearing of these orcs were too excessive. Even if they were closed, they would be tracked and then knocked unconscious on the spot by a hammer.

The same problem is still the case. There are some emergency response mechanisms on the ship, which are just to prevent the possible damage caused by spy infiltration or crew riots and rebellion. No one has ever thought about it. Orcs from other worlds directly enter the inside of the ship and slash and kill.

Thrall is the chief and the strongest man on the tribe. He naturally chose the Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier, which seemed the largest and most difficult to suppress, and fought and suppressed. Soon, he came to the captain's cockpit. Rams was the commander of the aircraft carrier. Looking at the constant gunfire sounds coming from outside the door, his hands trembled, and he picked up his own guns with trembling trembling. The other operators also held their own guns and looked at the hatch door.

"Dong...Dong..."

It seemed to be a great force. The cabin, which was several centimeters thick, was smashed, and then grabbed and pushed in, bringing in a lot of dust. Then he bent over and came in. He walked in with a hammer in his hand, as if he had returned to his room.

Rams and several others all pointed guns at him, but no one dared to act rashly. They were not cowards, but they were all desperate. Outside, there was a team of Marine soldiers who used automatic rifles and grenade launchers to resist, but they almost did not play any role. They just let the orc drive straight into the most core command center of the aircraft carrier.

I just heard the disappearing cry for help in the phone. The number of people on the Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier, as many as thousands of people, were all useless in preparations to prevent civil strife. Have all the people been killed?

Thinking of this, Rams felt angry. Before these young men he watched day and night had already died in a frustration at the hands of this monster from another world who was obviously at the level of medieval level. It was simply unbearable.

He was about to shoot, but even if it was ineffective, he would have to fight to death. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, the orcs in the other world opposite suddenly spoke, and they were in English with a straightforward English, New York Manhattan accent.

"You are the captain, right? I saw photos of you everywhere on the boat, but I don't understand your words. Of course, I've seen that top-notch Gun. You are dressed the same as the captain in that movie, so I know you so much."

Even if the monster suddenly transformed into a few tentacles, it would be more terrifying to Rams when he suddenly spoke English. However, it seemed that he could communicate. He still pointed at the orc with both hands, but also said, "Who are you? Why are you invading my ship."

"Shar, the chief of the tribe, is certainly because we are in a state of war, aren't we?"

Rams said: "You can't be our opponent! Even if you have such means, you can't be our opponent. We can destroy you in an instant!"

Saar said: "Look at your future first, Captain Rams."

Rams said: "My future? I am the captain, the fleet was completely destroyed. My future is to be buried with my ship together, and there is no other way."

Saar said: "Cute humans, you are so naive. Do you really think death is the end of life? Wrong, really wrong. If you choose death, it is the beginning of pain. Around us... there is a woman who has some magic that you don't like very much. She can turn your body after death into a walking dead person. Yes, you still maintain your mind, thoughts, memories, but you are a living dead person. How about it? Do you still think that death is a good way?"

After hearing this, Rams struggled for a moment and said, "You..." Then he pointed his pistol at his brain without hesitation. He completely believed that if a group of people from other worlds could even travel through time and space, then what this person said was that it was very likely to turn himself into a living dead. However, in his opinion, these people were not gods, and he directly smashed his head, and it would be possible to see how you turned me into a living dead!

Soldiers, professional soldiers, and long-term forging and training have developed a strong and courageous character. How could they accept that they will become puppets without their own abilities for the rest of their lives?
Chapter completed!