The giant of light in the marvel world

The military and S.H.I.E.L.D. joined forces, brought in aircraft and artillery, and prepared for the battle in full swing in the camp.

Several Asgardian warriors were exaggerated by this pre-war atmosphere, and all of them were full of energy and high morale, with the exception of Thor. Normally, Thor would be the most excited before a war. Every time he fights, he is as happy as the Chinese New Year.

But at that time, he was still a veritable God of Thunder. Every time there was a battle, he would run at the front of the team, swinging the hammer with sparks and lightning all the way, standing out as "big brother, the hammer is finished." But now he has lost all his magical power, and even his beloved Meow Hammer doesn't recognize him. Now everyone is fighting outside, but he can only sit in the rear camp and watch. The feeling is simply worse than killing him.

Before the battle, Thor held on to his last chance and tried several more times with Richard, but the result did not change at all. He was allowed to sweat profusely on top, while the Meowth Hammer was motionless underneath, not giving him any face.

SHIELD provided technical support and first flew a few drones into the valley to investigate the situation. Richard looked through the display screen in the camp and was surprised to find that after he cleared out the group of frost giants last night, a large group of them suddenly appeared. It looked like it was even bigger than last night. Several times.

It must be that the space passage has been consolidated a lot by the frost giant's magic, so more giants passed through the passage.

A few minutes later, it seemed that the Frost Giants noticed the drone flying in the sky. The group of giants chatted fiercely in giant language for a while, and then threw ice shards or ice picks into the sky, shutting down the drone with a snap.

This seemed to attract the attention of the giants. A brood of Frost Giants was originally squatting in the valley, preparing to grow. Unexpectedly, the mortals of Midgard unexpectedly blocked their doorstep. If they continue to huddle in and pretend not to see, wouldn't they become frost turtles?

The giants couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out of the valley one after another, setting up their postures as if they were preparing to face the enemy head-on.

Not to mention, although these giants are poorly equipped and carry a bunch of cold weapons in their hands, after all, their height and aura are there, and they can intimidate a large area just by standing in front.

Seeing so many enemies that should only exist in myths standing in front of them, the soldiers in the army still felt a little guilty. Everyone has a B-number in mind regarding the quality of American soldiers. After all, ruthless men who can fight in and out of the battlefield like the Punisher and can hold a basket of war medals are rare. Rookies who fish in the battlefield still account for the majority. most.

It's okay if you drag these soldiers to the Middle East to bully the indigenous people who have poor equipment and negative combat literacy, but a pair of Frost Giants will frighten at least half of them into retreating just because of their size. .

Brigadier General Tarbot had never seen an enemy like that on the other side in his life, and he felt a little nervous for a moment. But he tried hard to suppress his emotions. After giving an order on the team channel, the armed helicopters on standby in the air immediately opened fire. The 30mm machine cannon roared and spit out dazzling tongues of fire, and the depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets swept towards the Frost Giant like raindrops, causing mud stars to scatter on the ground and yellow dust to stir up.

Although it was known that the opponent was just a primitive race that preferred to use cold weapons to fight hand-to-hand, the army still brought in a lot of heavy firepower this time just to be on the safe side. There are not many BBs without probing, and the direct response is 20,000 to 30,000 rounds of depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets, which is a large amount.

However, the depleted uranium bombs, which are said to have super penetrating power, did not achieve the expected effect when facing this group of frost giants. The ultra-high temperature released instantly burned the bodies of the giants, but it could not directly cause fatal injuries. After a round of shooting, the giants were angered by this low-end weapon. They roared at the military one by one like a demonstration, waved the cold weapons in their hands and launched a sprint.

Even though these frost giants look big and stupid, they actually don't seem stupid at all when they fight. Looking carefully at their positions, it seems that they are quite particular. A group of giants formed a special formation when they charged, with the giants holding shields standing at the front to resist damage. I don't know what kind of black technology material their shield is made of. Anyway, even the depleted uranium bullets that can melt through the armor are completely unable to penetrate it. It must be some kind of magic metal.

This result is definitely not satisfactory, but it is also expected. Brigadier General Tarbert then ordered: "Fire the tank's main gun and fire missiles at me to blow these freaks into the sky!"

The main gun of the M1A1 tank was fired, and the shells followed the trajectory of flames and smashed into the enemy's formation. The Sidewinder missiles and four-unit Sea Snake anti-tank missiles carried by the Aegis Quinjet were fired in full salvo. A barrage of rockets swept towards the array of giants with an overwhelming force. The missiles continued among the Frost Giants. It exploded, and the flames came one after another. The hot impact turned everything in front of everyone into a sea of ​​fire.

I can’t say it was completely ineffective this time, but it definitely failed to meet expectations. Perhaps it was the formation of the Frost Giants that was effective, or perhaps their physical fitness was so strong. In short, the missile bombing only killed a few Frost Giants in the front row, and some of the Giants were seriously or lightly injured. , but the momentum of the charge still did not diminish.

The soldiers began to panic. This is different from what was promised! Don't you mean using hot weapons to bully a group of natives who can only wield axes? No one has ever mentioned to them that the natives can physically carry missiles!

"Your weapons are ineffective." Ms. Sif said, drawing out her shining silver sword and stepping forward, "Let your people get out of the way."

Brigadier General Tarbot saw the armor-clad woman walking out with a confident look on her face. He couldn't help but glance at the long sword in Sif's hand, and he couldn't help complaining that our weapons are useless. Could this thing of yours be useful? ?

Then he heard a clear shout from Sif, and the beautiful shadow flew across the battlefield like a ray of silver light and rushed towards the Frost Giant. Although Sif's figure of just over six feet is considered tall, she still looks too small in front of those giants. She charged towards the black giant alone, and the shocking effect of the scene was truly first-class. Although the American soldiers behind her thought this woman was crazy, their aura of "Thousands of people are going to leave" still shocked them.

A few seconds later, Brigadier General Talbot watched helplessly as Sif swung her long sword, and chopped it down to the ground by a frost giant who was facing her like cutting a leek.

Brigadier General Tarbert's eyes were so wide-eyed at that moment.

Damn it? real or fake?

Is the thing in her hand really more powerful than the Sidewinder missile?

Stay up all night, risking your life and liver for the fourth time. . .

It’s been really bad lately, and there are a lot of things going on in real life. Then I got a notice from the editor that Sanjiang has been postponed to next week. I guess it won’t be available until next week (crying QAQ)

I still hope you can give me more support and encouragement. Again, how far this book can go depends on your encouragement. . .

I'll go back to sleep before I die, and finally ask for everyone's recommendation votes. . .