Steve looked at the enemies ahead and reluctantly ordered the Eight-Legged Robots to cease fire.
JJ leaned on his Horned Hammer, looking thoroughly annoyed...
Watching the Asgardian soldiers being held hostage at the very front, JJ said irritably, "I knew those Asgardians couldn't be trusted!
They think 300 men can hold off tens of thousands?
Do they think they're in a movie?"
Frank raised his gun and shot dead a towering Bio-Man who was holding an Asgardian soldier hostage...
The Asgardian Warrior he freed went berserk and charged straight back into the enemy ranks. Before he could kill more than a few Bio-Men, he was captured again...
Frank glanced back at the position established by the Eight-Legged Robots, compared it with the number of enemies before them, and said coldly, "Get ready to fire!
Fifty-meter line. We'll hold them here..."
Steve looked at the Asgardian soldiers struggling nonstop. He shook his head helplessly and said, "This won't work!
Those soldiers came to help us guard the camp we're building...
We can't just stand by and watch them die!"
Frank furrowed his brow and shot another Bio-Man, freeing an Asgardian soldier...
The result was no different!
The rescued Asgardian soldier roared and charged heroically into the enemy ranks...
This time, he was killed outright!
The soldiers seemed to have been triggered by something. Their suicidal resolve and madness were almost impossible to understand.
Faced with this, Frank, whose heart was colder than ice, had no reason to worry about these Allies' casualties.
Frank glanced at Steve's helpless expression, then at JJ's irritation, and said grimly, "They want to die. Are we supposed to risk our camp for them?"
As he spoke, Frank raised a hand and called out, "Get ready. Fifty meters..."
The electromagnetic cannons of more than a hundred Eight-Legged