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Chapter 434: Military Operations Are Different (Please Subscribe, Read, and Comment)

More sonic boom channels appeared in the desert, but this time what was teleported over were not cyborgs equipped with only simple armor and light weapons, but a complete army.

A large number of heavily armored vehicles covered the deployment of about three regular regiments, constantly widening the distance between them and Martin and the Martian Hunter, but surrounded the desert.

Dozens of shuttle-like aircraft flew out of the sky, moving quickly and flashing across the sky. They stuck to Martin and wouldn't let go, continuously firing high-energy beams to prevent him from attacking the troops on the ground.

"The other side is really spending a lot of money!"

Martin spread his wings and flew freely and flexibly in the sky, keeping the situation on the ground in mind, and found that all these troops were regular troops, not cannon fodder.

The area around the Martian Hunter became quiet. He changed from an alien ant back into a Martian. His mental power spread out and he began to sense the surrounding situation while connecting to Martin.

"Three fully trained elite infantry regiments equipped with a large number of heavy weapons, and air force support. This is all the strength that most third world countries can bring out."

"The other party just pulled it out like this. Do they not care, or are they very determined to kill us?"

"I'm afraid it's both!"

Martin saw that among the army below, the officers who gave orders were ordinary people who had not been completely transformed, and the autonomy of those transformed people was much higher than the previous batch.

"Do you still want to continue fighting? I want to destroy this army and see how strong the opponent's war potential is."

Although the DC world is often restarted, the people on Earth are not NPCs in the game and cannot be refreshed at a fixed point every day.

Even in the universe, not all races will turn their people into warriors. Even a madman like Apocalypse has to differentiate a large number of logistical positions.

"It's not difficult for us to wipe out these three regiments. But the enemy is not stupid and will not throw all their forces here without limit."

Martian Manhunter did not oppose Martin's plan, but supported it.

But the battlefield is never a one-sided thing. They want to test each other's potential, but the other party will definitely not cooperate.

"An orderly retreat and an inevitable rout are two different things. We don't need to know the exact number, just an approximate number is enough."

After Martin made the decision, he slammed on the brakes.

The raging air currents in the sky blew away the feathers on his body, and those feathers burned quickly in the air like small fireballs.

Then, the sparks continued to expand and soon turned into cranes made of fire, rushing towards the shuttles that were biting Martin and wouldn't let go.

There was a sudden rumbling sound in the sky, and the flames of explosions continued to light up, carrying huge fireballs and falling into the depths of the desert.

Martin folded his wings and landed lightly next to the Martian Hunter. The flames trailing behind him crossed the sky, forming a long belt of fire that seemed to connect the sky and the earth.

Before Martin landed, the three regiments had already launched an attack. The first to open fire were the heavy artillery. Those energy cannons, which were modified from Apocalypse weapons, not only had a caliber far exceeding the heavy artillery on Earth, but the amount of energy they emitted also had more properties.

The energy beam emitted by individual weapons has the characteristics of strong penetration and high temperature.

But the energy beam of a large-caliber energy cannon can detonate the surrounding oxygen and special elements, and even destroy the internal structure of an object.

The heavy equipment and infantry began to advance the front line under the cover of artillery fire. In addition to being equipped with artillery, the heavy equipment was also equipped with anti-stealth, anti-radar and other props.

In addition to energy guns, the infantrymen who advanced with the heavy vehicles also had many weapons designed for different environments. While clearing a path amid the rumbling artillery fire, they also set up a blockade energy field to trap Martin.

"This is the tactic that the army should use. Those cyborgs just now were indeed cannon fodder sent out to test us."

Martin clashed his fists together, and golden light burst out from his body. The flames disappeared, and the spiritual crane disappeared.

Instead, there was the gleam of metal and the sound of a tiger roaring.

"Golden Spirit Power, Iron Fist Tiger!"

Martin, transformed into the Iron Fist Tiger, rose up amidst the heavy artillery fire.

The power of the golden spirit spread, and the metal elements hidden in the surrounding desert were drawn out, becoming gold sand mixed with iron filings, rushing towards the sky like black waves, blocking the falling energy cannon bombardment.

Although the beams of these energy cannons are all high-energy particles, each time they fall, they can create a big hole in the black sand iron flow.

But this desert is so vast that no matter how many times those energy cannons bombard it, Martin can quickly replenish the sand and iron flow.

Then he roared again, immersed in the wildness of the Iron Fist Tiger, with sand iron wrapped around his body, he stretched out two huge metal fists and rushed towards the army that was attacking with heavy vehicles.

Martin let go of some of his rationality, and the Iron Fist Tiger grew in size. All the hair on its body turned into metal, and the fangs in its mouth also grew longer. Surrounded by the iron sand, its ferocious aura became even more intense.

Even those professionally trained officers couldn't help but feel a little nervous when they saw the big tiger rushing towards them.

At their orders, all the heavy vehicles turned their guns and aimed at the big tigers rushing towards them, and opened fire fiercely.

These heavy vehicles not only shoot out energy beams, but also electric currents, sound waves and other attack methods, forming a complex attack method that covers the battlefield in front of them.

But these attacks were all ineffective when they landed on Martin, and were all bounced back by his metal body.

"The weapons modified from Apocalypse are indeed very powerful, but there are too many metals in the universe. Even natural metals can block energy beams."

Martin used the power of the Golden Spirit to constantly adjust the composition of his body, turning it into various types of metals and blocking all attacks from the armies.

Then he opened his fist, showed his sharp claws, and gently scratched the energy field that was blocking him.

Amidst countless sparks, Martin's palm turned into a metal that was completely insulated from energy, directly short-circuiting the energy generator in front of him.

The army heard Martin's voice, but they had no time or way to react.

Martin has experienced countless worlds, so a large amount of data about special metals is stored in his brain.

But those officers may not know where the technology they use comes from, let alone those cyborgs.

They can only act according to their habit, which is to increase their firepower.

More heavy equipment concentrated on Martin, but not to attack him personally, but to attack the surrounding environment, trying to increase the distance between them.

Anyone with a brain can see how dangerous the tiger in front of them is, not to mention that modern warfare emphasizes distance.

Therefore, the judgment of these officers was correct. As long as the heavy-duty vehicles ran at full power, it would not be difficult to create distance between the two.

But behind these vehicles are the infantry, although these infantry strictly follow their training and keep a distance from the vehicles.

This distance is enough for infantry to respond to attacks from other infantry, but for a superhuman like Martin, this distance of less than 100 meters can be crossed in one step.

Although it is said that a kind person cannot command an army, this is only a principle to follow when facing life and death decisions.

If there is any chance, a responsible officer will not squander the troops at his disposal.

Therefore, the heavy vehicles could only increase their firepower to try to stop Martin and buy time for the infantry behind to retreat.

Martin saw through their arrangement at a glance, and those infantrymen were not simply retreating.

As they retreated, they set up energy generators to gather loose sand and build temporary fortresses and trenches.

It was obviously impossible to use these things to stop Martin. The soldiers hoped that these temporary fortresses and trenches could delay the advance of the big tiger and cover their tracks.

Martin brandished his iron fist and rushed into the crowd. He clenched his fist, and the metal that was insulated from energy smashed the oncoming energy at the speed of light.

Then, he grabbed the barrel of the heavy vehicle in front of him, exerted force with both arms, picked up the vehicle directly, and used it as a hammer, smashing it everywhere.

The vehicle closest to him was flattened, its turret was dented, and the people inside were turned into meat paste.

The fortresses and trenches gathered by the energy field were destroyed, and the yellow sand that was glued together dispersed.

Some soldiers defended on the spot, trying to destroy the heavy equipment held by the big tiger.

Martin used the power of the golden spirit to repair the vehicle in his hand, turning it into a big axe. He swung it forward, a golden light swept across, and the metal broke.

The armor on those soldiers split, aggregated, and then shrank inward. Big holes were poked in their bodies, and their heads turned into honeycombs.

Although these soldiers were transformed more successfully, when their brains were pierced, even if these soldiers had been transformed, their remaining consciousness was not enough for them to make complex tactical moves, let alone make judgments. Although the axe flew out with a loud momentum, it only chopped down a circle of people around Martin, at most five.

But considering that modern warfare usually involves a very long battle line, being able to kill five people at a time is already a very good record.

However, Martin did not pursue the victory and hold on to the infantrymen. Instead, he leaped towards the heavy equipment, wielding the battle axe in his hand, and tore these big guys in half one by one.

These heavy vehicles have a complete epidemic prevention system. Not only are they equipped with a defense field that can resist energy, but their own armor is also sufficient to defend against large kinetic shells.

But the battle axe in Martin's hand and the golden spirit power in his body were unreasonable. They easily tore through the heavy defenses and hit the heavy equipment one by one.

Although the officer in command behind the scenes felt sad about the destruction of the heavy-duty vehicle, he could do nothing about Martin's transformation into an Iron Fist Tiger.

He would not be stupid enough to deploy the troops that he had withdrawn with great difficulty back into the battlefield to deal with a dangerous enemy.

As a result, the artillery fire at the rear of the array, which had stopped because the infantry had advanced to their positions, began to attack again.

This time they did not attack Martin, but instead launched a fierce attack on the Martian Hunter further behind.

"Damn it, I don't believe that all the people in the Justice League are immortal. Blast them, use all your firepower, and blow that green guy to pieces."

The officer in charge was so furious that his head was about to burst into flames.

The officer couldn't imagine why he was being suppressed.

Such an army, if deployed, could fight head-on with the regular elite armies of several major countries, but now it cannot deal with two superhumans.

They are all superhumans, so why do the people in the Justice League have such extraordinary abilities?

But other superhumans still have to improve themselves through various transformations and mutations?

While these military officers were puzzled, dark red energy beams hit Martin like an overwhelming force.

"I haven't even started to get serious yet, why are you guys getting scared?"

Martin also felt helpless. In order to test the limits of the opponent's military strength, he had not yet exerted the true power of the Golden Spirit.

However, they did not expect that the other side would withdraw their troops in this way.

Martin had to admit that the other commander was not stupid, but this was not the situation he wanted to see.

So he faced the artillery fire and pretended to swing the giant axe in his hand.

When the energy beam rumbled towards him, he endured two rounds, then broke the giant axe in his hand, turned it into ordinary metal and threw it aside, then turned and ran towards the Martian Hunter.

The Martian Hunter did not participate in the entire battle. Facing the artillery fire, he once again turned into a slug-like creature, allowing the energy beams to hit his body without any movement.

Martin ran to him and said helplessly: "It seems that I am used to fighting those villains who live under the rules in the United States. I even forgot that a qualified commander will never squander his troops at will."

Complaints aside, Martin knew that this was something that could have happened.

If he and the opposing commander switched roles and had some understanding of the Justice League's actions, he would not even send infantry into the first round of attack. Instead, he would send out a large number of drones and tanks to test the opponent's attack habits and distance, and then send infantry equipped with special weapons to join the attack.

"Your previous transformations into giant bears and flying cranes were too exaggerated. So, even if you consciously restrain your abilities after becoming a tiger, it will be difficult to deceive the other party."

The Martian Hunter was bounced around like a ball of jelly by the artillery fire, but he was not hurt at all, and at the same time he complained about Martin's showy fighting style.

"Since the other party won't be fooled, I don't want to bother with it any more. Let's retreat!"

Martin quickly analyzed the situation on the battlefield and made a judgment.

The other party has a large number of mother boxes in their hands and can retreat at any time and disappear without a trace.

In fact, hundreds of small sonic boom channels on the edge of the battlefield have always been there and have never been closed.

As long as the opposing commander makes up his mind, he can transfer all the soldiers away in an instant.

Although Martin also holds the original mother box in his hands, it can only affect no more than ten space channels at most, and the opponent cannot be stupid enough to transfer troops with only one sonic boom channel.

Since there will be no gain, we should retreat decisively.

There is no reward for continuing to fight with these troops, so Martin might as well analyze the existing clues to catch the person behind the scenes.

The man behind the scenes might be able to use Mother Earth to constantly move himself, but his men and the industries they have deployed around the world cannot just disappear.

"However, before I leave, there is one more thing I can do. That is to make this matter bigger and let the reconnaissance satellites in the Earth's orbit notice this place and these people."

If he can't catch the person behind the scenes now, then he will hold the tail and let everyone see it.

Bruce went to negotiate with all parties, and when he mentioned the matter of Apokolips, he was still eloquent. It was difficult to convince the other party based on the records of the Amazons and Atlanteans alone.

Even if the Justice League produced some substantial evidence, it would be difficult for all parties to accept the fact that there is a cosmic force eyeing the Earth.

Some are playing dumb, some are powerless, and some simply don't care...

However, if all parties knew that there was an uncontrolled force that could organize three regiments of troops anytime and anywhere, and had a tool like the Mother Box that could transport troops on a large scale.

Things will be different.

That threatening future suddenly jumps out in front of us, and no normal person would remain indifferent.

Even those who think, “I don’t care what happens after I die” will have a stress response.

In Martin's opinion, those who don't care about the future of the earth are Americans.

The Americans have been the creators and beneficiaries of the world order since World War II. They have been tormenting the earth and sucking blood from the world for decades.

Now that they can’t play anymore, a bunch of people come out and say they want to live the life of Americans.

It is obvious that he is a client who refuses to admit his guilt even after pulling up his pants, and even calls the prostitute a dirty bitch.

Is there anything more disgusting than this?
That's why Martin is determined to push for a separation between the Justice League and the United States.

If Apokolips can't scare the Americans, then let the person behind the scenes who controls the Assassin's League take the stage and perform.

Even if it just scares the Americans for a while, it can also buy more opportunities for the Justice League.

"Your mind is so active!"

The Martian Hunter moved his transformed, soft body, wrapped up Martin, and made a sound from nowhere, complaining about Martin.

"Hey, I'm thinking about privacy right now, how can you eavesdrop?"

Golden halos spread out from under Martin's feet, symbolizing the unfolding of the power of the golden spirit.

"We are on the battlefield. What private matters would you be thinking about?"

Martian Manhunter complained, completely denying Martin's accusation.

"Also, I'm not against your plan, but I'm wondering if your assessment of the United States is too biased. Secondly, if you can capture the opposing commander, I can dig out everything in his head."

"I think an officer who can command three regiments at once cannot be a person who knows nothing."

"You're right. The officer on the other side must know something. Because of this, I don't think he will be easily caught by me. But I will still try."

Martin first agreed with Martian Manhunter's suggestion, and then said: "As for the Americans, when they roll down from the position of world vampires, I will correct my evaluation of them."

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