The war entered the fourth day.
The cruel street battle turned the street in front of the abandoned department store into a cruel meat grinder, and every inch of the tiles were covered with sticky blood and broken bodies.
The originally uniform front line has become jagged in the shape of continuous pulling, and the surface of the ground plowed by artillery fire and aviation bombs is printed with shocking scars.
Ironically, the three years of war that buried the League of People had never touched this land, but it ushered in the baptism of iron and fire in the two centuries after the war.
Humming heart was full of confusion.
He still remembered that the leader said that the alliance's offensive was at the end of his strength, and their soldiers were scared by Delu's voice and would soon run away with their tails stomped.
The recaptured position is the best proof.
However
Is this really the case?
boom!
The dense artillery fire rang out on time, like a black cloud rolling over the streets, and it was getting closer and closer.
Green heads squatted in the concrete buildings on both sides of the street, rising and falling with the dust that shook from time to time.
Humph was not afraid of the Alliance's shelling.
This thing sounds really loud, but it is still difficult to blow them up through the concrete wall, and some small scratches don't have to be taken seriously.
Both sides need to fight face to face to decide the outcome.
Then there is nothing to be afraid of.
The shelling began on time and ended on time.
The centurion squatting nearby shook the cement slag on his body and stood up, raised the guy and shouted loudly.
Chop them up!
Its chest trembled with the roar, like a wild beast roaring to the sky.
Oh oh oh!
Inspired by the courage and barbarity, the mutant soldiers also shouted and stood up, grabbed the guy and scattered to the bunker outside, preparing to fight with the alliance soldiers.
He huffed and followed the guy in front of him.
Almost as soon as it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, the deafening shouts came with the crackling sound of gunfire.
The street it is responsible for is one of the abandoned department stores, with the collapsed viaduct lying in the middle of the crossroads.
Waste cars are natural bunkers. Simply throwing a few sandbags and then raising a machine gun is a simple bunker.
The church continues to deliver ammunition to the city. They do not have to worry about logistics supplies, but just stuff death into the mouths of the human soldiers.
The flying tracer was hustling on the streets, like broken snow rolled up by a storm.
From the invisible fog, a hug felt a hint of unusualness, and the fierce firepower seemed to have reappeared on the first day's offensive.
Isn't the alliance almost over?
Why... come alive again?
It always has an illusion in its heart that these people in front of it are the same group of people as the opponent it encountered on the first day.
The only difference is that they seem to be much more skilled than the first day and will no longer hit the gun.
If it were then, it would only take a shuttle to bring them down.
But now, they have obviously mastered the skills of fighting, and even if it is just some very shallow skills, it still causes them great trouble.
Da da da da da!
The machine gun continuously sprayed the flame tongue, and in foggy weather with extremely low visibility, the hit is almost up to luck.
Humph did not grab the machine gun, so he could only fire outside the cover with a rifle he picked up from somewhere, but it quickly became very grateful for being slower.
Before two rounds of smoke came out of the muzzle, a hot fire exploded beside him, and the flying shrapnel and the hot blood lake covered its face.
It turned his face and looked at it, and saw that the guy who was holding a machine gun in front of him was only half of his body twitching on the ground.
The corpse was seen more and actually became numb. A guy with a naked upper body quickly snatched the machine gun and continued to pick the trigger and fire.
Humph did not show a sad expression because the brother who had urinated together died in battle, but a trace of confusion gradually emerged in his heart.
Retaking the street under its feet... Does it really mean that the alliance is almost unable to hold on?
However, this confusion lasted less than half a minute and was interrupted by a roar that penetrated the heavy fog.
A giant wearing steel plate, taking heavy and rapid steps, crossed a series of fragmented bunkers and suddenly broke into the battlefield.
Its body is as tall as a city wall, and the steel draped over it is as strong as the armor of a tank.
Seeing it appear, almost all mutants' eyes were filled with fanaticism and shouted excitedly.
The same goes for humming!
Big guy!
The strongest warrior in the tribe!
They cannot be produced normally, and they will never learn a few words in their lives, but every guy who grows up is a warrior named!
They are born warriors!
roar!
The roar leaked out from the gap in the helmet, and it ran with its shoulders and pushed hard towards the closest iron lump to it.
The human soldier wearing an exoskeleton pulled out his axe to resist, but the axe was like a toothpick in front of its huge size.
He saw clearly that the axe that was slashing heavily on the helmet left a tiny white mark on the dark and stern steel. Then the human soldier was rushed out by the big guy and fell heavily on the concrete building beside him.
A steel bar exposed outside the wall pushed out from behind him and stabbed the human soldier into each other. The man held the steel bar in his hands and struggled for a while, then his head drooped and stopped moving.
roar!
The mutant man raised his head and roared, picked up a steel bar from the ground, and then smashed it into the next iron lump.
The human soldiers were obviously startled by this big guy and were caught off guard by the rampage giant.
Squatting behind the cover, his blood was filled with excitement, and shouting and cheering with the minions beside him.
The big guy seemed to be inspired by their roars, and he waved several meters of steel bars in the middle of the battlefield and became more and more brave.
In the blink of an eye, two more heavy exoskeletons were flew out and fell into the concrete wreckage without any consciousness.
The Alliance soldiers immediately raised their rifles and rushed towards the guy to concentrate on fire, but the tracers looked like a toothpick in front of its huge size.
Apart from scratching the thick steel armor arc, no substantial damage was left, but instead aroused the fierceness of the big guy, and the steel bars in his hand were even more radiant.
The already chaotic position was even more messy when smashed.
The human soldier who was leading the way seemed to be shouting something, but he couldn't understand it. I think it was a panic scream.
However, what it did not know was that although these alliance soldiers were startled by this big guy, they were far from panic.
For example, I have seen this thing when killing chickens at midnight, and many veterans of the Jungle Corps have also seen it. I know that although this guy is difficult to deal with, he is far from invincible.
Damn this explosive gun cannot break the defense?!
Brother, you are blocked from a safe distance!Go back and hit!
It's too late!Cut the rifle and shoot!
Grass, this armor is too thick!Can't beat Ah!
Then put on the tube
As soon as the words fell, the roar of the engine came from one side of the intersection.
The midnight killer chicken, who was about to take out the tube, suddenly looked in that direction, and when he met the headlights, he was immediately delighted.
Chimera!
He is the brother of the Skeleton Corps!
The roaring engine was like a war drum, accompanied by the wide front of the car, and the gunfire broke into the battlefield one after another.
There is no trace of mud.
The raised edge of the front of the armored vehicle hit the huge mutant's crotch.
The big guy felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer on his lower body, and he screamed in pain. His feet were pushed away from the ground for a moment, and he was flew backwards on the head of the huge car.
At this moment, the Chimera, who was rushing around, suddenly stopped suddenly. The big guy who lost his balance had no chance to stand firm and could only stagger backwards.
But the Chimera armored vehicle did not give it a chance to breathe, and the 37mm rapid-fire cannon aimed straight at its chest.
Then
The muzzle, as deep as a black hole, spewed out a thick and long tongue of flame without mercy!
Bang bang bang!
The deafening sound of cannons was like a ringing war drum, and tracers as thick as pythons came out from the muzzle, hitting the breastplate as thick as a thumb like raindrops. Each shot hit the breastplate with overwhelming sarcasm.
The big guy who was staggering back was unable to resist the kinetic energy brought by the 37mm and was directly pressed into the broken window on one side of the street.
The bursting shrapnel and sparks kept flying out of the window, and occasionally one or two jumps were bounced away.
The flashing fire and smoke blocked the bloody mud and broke the painful howl.
His eyes widened and he stared at the place where the big guy fell. The excitement and bloodthirst in his pupils had faded at some point.
All that remains is boundless fear.
Just a moment of effort
The warrior who came to the world with death and glory and was born to be named by the patriarch, was crushed into flesh paste by the sparks shot from the iron box.
Soon he saw that the cannon barrel with blue smoke was slowly moving, aiming at the position where it was located.
roar!
As if to vent the fear in his chest, he let out a hoarse roar. The trigger of the rifle in his hand almost reached the bottom, trying to blow out the whistling storm with the fragile flame.
The same was true for other mutant soldiers around him, shooting fierce firepower towards the iron lump standing in the middle of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a rain of bullets.
However
In front of the equivalent armor that was dozens of millimeters thick, the bullets fired by the light weapons were too weak, and they were not as effective as the axes they swung in their hands.
Almost at the same time as the roared, lightning as thick as a python had already rushed towards the mutant people, and flashing fires burst on the sloppy position.
The sandbag bunker was blown away all over the ground, and the sandbag wall that could block bullets was like a child's building block in front of the 37mm rapid-fire cannon.
Fortunately, there was no pain at this moment.
I only felt a flash of my eyes, and then it became darker. All my perceptions fell into the boundless abyss with the sound of a slap...
Bang bang bang!
The roar of cannons continued.
Until the entire street, the bunker was baptized by armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
It seemed that the armored vehicle had replaced the high-explosive bomb and washed the floor against the gaps on both sides of the street.
Although the gunfire in the distance continued, the battle on this street was basically over with the arrival of this armored vehicle.
The players of the Jungle Corps left the bunker, followed the armored vehicles with explosive guns, shot and killed the mutant soldiers who were preparing to retreat with the ammunition box, and snatched the position they gave to the mutants yesterday.
Beautiful job!
The Chimera armored vehicle whistled at the ceasefire, and the Peacock paratroopers wearing iron walls gave a thumbs up excitedly.
Although it was not him who fired.
But the devastating firepower really made him feel good.
The elf king Fugui jumped from behind the butt of the armored vehicle and looked at the dusty brothers of the Jungle Corps and showed off his words with a roar.
How about it?Is our new equipment awesome?
Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: 6666!
Voldean model worker: Rich brothers Ah!
The elf king Fugui smiled embarrassedly and said haha.
The main reason is that our team leader’s game sells well.
Seeing that the good brothers were looking forward to him, the chicken brother, who was covered in iron lumps, moved his eyes slightly and whistled as if he was not seeing it.
make money?
It does not exist.
Just be content if you can take you to get NPC's equipment for free!
Irena said with a funny face.
It is recommended that guy stay in Ideal City to move bricks, just fight.
The top cover of the armored vehicle was lifted, and the mole that had emerged from it was placed on the edge of the turret, rolling his eyes in anger.
Damn, without my command, do you know where to go?
These dog things!
It’s useless to show off and yell at the right wind!
As soon as you go against the wind, you scold the commander for cheating your father is not good!
This corps commander was so tired!
The elf king Fugui said with a smile.
It's not my bragging, and we're not fighting the legion.Isn’t it okay to repair the savages of beats, just thrust their faces?
Several other players also started to make fun of them.
that is!
This requires a tactic of yarn, and the waves are over!
How dare you say that the accelerator just now was not too irritating?
The mole coughed dryly, and was really embarrassed to say that.
To be honest, he was actually a little slutty, for example, there was no need to rush forward just now, just stand in the distance and nod it.
But it doesn't matter!
He's already pretending.
It's done if you feel good!
He reached out and clicked on the communication button on his helmet. Mole decisively pretended not to hear everyone's teasing, cleared his throat and shouted in the communication channel.
All formations should be careful and prepared to cooperate with the infantry to advance towards the coordinates of the "Old Residential Resettlement Point"... The former site of Singularity City is there, be careful of the mutants hidden in the building.
A quick response came from the communication channel.
receive!
A satisfied expression appeared on the Mole's face.
It seems that the Chimera armored vehicle performed quite well on all fronts, and did not embarrass him in front of other regiments.
However, the satisfied expression had not lasted for a few seconds, and soon an inappropriate voice came from the communication channel.
...This is Chimera-3, and we were having a little trouble while advancing to the offensive point!Mutants' anti-vehicle firepower broke our engine, and we are now anchored in the middle of the road, sniper!spread!Spread to both sides of the street!Fuck... These dogs are playing with silly!
The team leader shouted at the commanding teammates and reported on the scene in the communication channel.
Even if I didn't listen to his hurrying tone, it was not difficult to hear from the jingling sound that the firefighting at the scene was so intense.
Sniper?
Such a huge fog, you're cheating!
The mole was stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and said immediately.
Report your location!
The team leader quickly confirmed his position on the map while peeking out through the observation window and said quickly.
600 meters southwest side of the department store, there is a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby... I marked it on the map!
Mole: Where is the sniper's position?
Team leader: I should be on the southwest side of ours and the location has deviated from the firefighting area... I am not sure about the specific location!It is probably in the tallest building, or it may be in the next building.
Circle the approximate position!
... has been updated on the map!
receive!We'll arrive soon!
After hanging up the communication, the mole reported the sniper's coordinates to the command center, and then reached out and knocked hard on the turret.
Some brothers are in trouble, so we go to save the situation... Damn, let these guys sit in the car honestly and insist on pretending to be on the butt of the car!
Midnight Killing Chicken walked over with big strodes, carrying the bomb gun on his shoulder.
Need our help?
The Mole glanced at his exaggerated equipment and shook his head into a rattle.
No, no, just keep pushing forward, we will solve the trouble there, and then turn around and come back to support you later!
Take this guy with me and say less than two or three infantrymen get out of the car.This body of iron lump looks really strong enough, but its mobility is a flaw.
I didn't think much about killing the chicken at midnight and grinned.
Good luck, Oak.
Watching the Chimera armored vehicle drive to the other side of the intersection, he waved to the brothers who had occupied the war zone.
keep going!
……
Before noon, the battle between the Alliance and the Qi Tribe became fierce, especially as Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield, the originally anxious battle situation completely turned into a one-sided massacre.
Most of the ruthless people in the Skeleton Corps are veterans who have just passed by in the desert and in front of the legion's armored forces. Although it is the first time to fight street battles, the people are unambiguous.
In just a few hours, the Qi tribe lost all the positions they snatched back from the alliance yesterday, and the casualties reached the sum of the previous three days.
Delu had already killed his eyes red, like a gambler, still shouting at the few remaining subordinates attacking the alliance's positions.
However, even standing in the position of the bystander, it can be clearly seen that the guy's failure is only a matter of time.
Garn has given up on the idiot and is laying out defenses in the neighborhoods near the institute. If the situation is optimistic, it will probably last for a week.
But if the league continues to increase its offense, it is hard to say whether it will give up on the institute or even give up the entire Jinhe City to retreat south.
After all, the Torch Church really has no means to restrain these green-skinned guys.
If they could, they would have done it long ago...
On the southwest side of the battlefield, in an abandoned office building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton was quietly watching the battlefield.
At the age of eighty, most people in this wasteland are already buried, but there are only a few wrinkles on his face.
His name is Arzu, he is an apostle, and like Yur, he is the type who is more technician.
The difference is that his beliefs are much more firm than those of the old popsicles from the prosperity era of Yuer, and there is almost no existence that can shake him.
If he had not trusted the machine, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the Holy Land and became a glorious pioneer.
In fact, until now, he still does not believe in the castle in the sky built by imperfect technology.
Luo Gan is the best proof.
Just as the church was about to complete the last piece of puzzle on this land, that guy actually lost his chain and disappeared.
The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the reason why Luo Gan disappeared, and at the same time he filled in the last puzzle.
Although he had no evidence, from the moment he stepped onto the land, he smelled the smell of betrayal.
That guy's chip is still there.
But it has become something else.
He could not think of any other reason besides betrayal.
Therefore, those illusory things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect holy land in this world.
Lying not far beside him, the man with a flat head pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle, spitting out two of these numbers coldly, and the electronic eyes attached to the scope shrank slightly.
In this thick fog with visibility of less than twenty meters, he seemed to be able to clearly see every subtle movement on the battlefield.
Another man held a telescope in his hand, looked at the battlefield where goods were delivered fiercely in the distance, and gently tutted his tongue.
...The alliance has invested a lot this time, with a total of 30 armored vehicles, so it needs to have the equipment of a battalion.
It is not easy to put so much armor on the wasteland.
However, thinking that the alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Big Rock City, the man holding the telescope was soon relieved.
His name is Akamare, he is the executioner of the court, and is a member of the Yamahara, who had previously disappeared during his mission, responsible for assisting Arzu's plan.
However, unlike Yamahara, he doesn't like to be alone and usually takes his partner to act together.
The one lying at his feet is his partner, whose name is Tang He.
Because of a previous operation, this unlucky guy was blinded by a wasteland guest carrying a sniper rifle, causing him to replace half of his brain and left eye with a prosthetic body.
Perhaps it was caused by the sequelae of the operation. He is now talking about killing people every day, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill people for a day.
No one knew what the world he saw was like, but fortunately the parish had a lot of ranches for him to mess with, and the breeding animals would not resist, just pick two out and kill him.
Because he was not a normal mind, Tang He almost ignored him except for the topic of murder, so he communicated with the old apostle next to him along the way.
After staring at the battlefield in the distance for a while, Arzu slowly spoke.
I always feel that it's not just the alliance that is eyeing us.
Akapira laughed.
oh?How did you see it?
Arzu said slowly.
What is more prominent in the alliance is biotechnology. If we can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare, there must be experts who are helping them.
Akapiri frowned slightly.
Are you talking about business people?
It seems to be true.
Yesterday he tried to launch an electronic warfare attack on the communication system of the Iron Heart, but was discovered by the opponent as soon as he started.
He could feel at least two completely different forces staring at him and hammering him, scaring him into a cold sweat, and quickly disconnecting the connection.
Almost half of his good brother's brain was burned.
Arzu nodded slowly and shook his head slowly.
I'm afraid it's not just companies, but maybe there are people from the college.
Akapiri frowned slightly.
College…
If it was just a company, it wouldn't be a headache for him.
Those guys have always been to the point of serving people. If the opponent is not a behemoth like the Legion, it is almost impossible for the Council to put in a lot of effort as soon as it comes.
And when those guys get serious, the Holy Fire has already covered several provinces, so there is no need to be afraid of them.
But in addition, the college will say something else.
The combat effectiveness of those technicians is not strong, and it can even be said that those guys are not the material for fighting at all.
However, in contrast, those guys have become outrageously strong in the field of technology, and their tentacles are spread all over the wasteland.
And the most troublesome thing is that few people know what their ideas are and what their motivations are for doing something.
To make an image metaphor, he is more afraid of magic that cannot be understood than those visible swords and swords.
Ticking the back of the head, Akapiri sighed with a headache.
It’s hard to deal with... Ah... A few of us guys who are fighting, how could He De attract a joint attack from the college and the enterprise?
Arzu laughed without laughing, his majestic face did not change at all.
It's the same for me, sooner or later those bedbugs that are in vain will die at our feet.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stairwell.
Looking at his departure back, Akapira shouted.
where did you go.
The voice of answering the question floated from afar.
I advise you not to underestimate them.
Akamatsu was slightly stunned, with a puzzled look on his face.
Don't underestimate what they mean?
Are they talking about colleges and enterprises?
He didn't understand when he underestimated those guys...
Just as he was thinking this, a buzzing sound gradually came from a distance.
At first the sound sounded like a mosquito scream, but soon it became heavier and clearer, and more like the roar of a propeller.
To be precise, it's not like.
And that's it!
Tang He, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed his face, moved his eyes away from the scope, looked hurriedly into the sky, and a curse ran out of his mouth.
Grass……
Soon Akata's face also changed.
Behind the heavy fog, black crosses flew past the near sky, and dark spots were thrown down.
His brother fired two black guns...
Not just going to be on the bomber formation, right?!
The cruel street battle turned the street in front of the abandoned department store into a cruel meat grinder, and every inch of the tiles were covered with sticky blood and broken bodies.
The originally uniform front line has become jagged in the shape of continuous pulling, and the surface of the ground plowed by artillery fire and aviation bombs is printed with shocking scars.
Ironically, the three years of war that buried the League of People had never touched this land, but it ushered in the baptism of iron and fire in the two centuries after the war.
Humming heart was full of confusion.
He still remembered that the leader said that the alliance's offensive was at the end of his strength, and their soldiers were scared by Delu's voice and would soon run away with their tails stomped.
The recaptured position is the best proof.
However
Is this really the case?
boom!
The dense artillery fire rang out on time, like a black cloud rolling over the streets, and it was getting closer and closer.
Green heads squatted in the concrete buildings on both sides of the street, rising and falling with the dust that shook from time to time.
Humph was not afraid of the Alliance's shelling.
This thing sounds really loud, but it is still difficult to blow them up through the concrete wall, and some small scratches don't have to be taken seriously.
Both sides need to fight face to face to decide the outcome.
Then there is nothing to be afraid of.
The shelling began on time and ended on time.
The centurion squatting nearby shook the cement slag on his body and stood up, raised the guy and shouted loudly.
Chop them up!
Its chest trembled with the roar, like a wild beast roaring to the sky.
Oh oh oh!
Inspired by the courage and barbarity, the mutant soldiers also shouted and stood up, grabbed the guy and scattered to the bunker outside, preparing to fight with the alliance soldiers.
He huffed and followed the guy in front of him.
Almost as soon as it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, the deafening shouts came with the crackling sound of gunfire.
The street it is responsible for is one of the abandoned department stores, with the collapsed viaduct lying in the middle of the crossroads.
Waste cars are natural bunkers. Simply throwing a few sandbags and then raising a machine gun is a simple bunker.
The church continues to deliver ammunition to the city. They do not have to worry about logistics supplies, but just stuff death into the mouths of the human soldiers.
The flying tracer was hustling on the streets, like broken snow rolled up by a storm.
From the invisible fog, a hug felt a hint of unusualness, and the fierce firepower seemed to have reappeared on the first day's offensive.
Isn't the alliance almost over?
Why... come alive again?
It always has an illusion in its heart that these people in front of it are the same group of people as the opponent it encountered on the first day.
The only difference is that they seem to be much more skilled than the first day and will no longer hit the gun.
If it were then, it would only take a shuttle to bring them down.
But now, they have obviously mastered the skills of fighting, and even if it is just some very shallow skills, it still causes them great trouble.
Da da da da da!
The machine gun continuously sprayed the flame tongue, and in foggy weather with extremely low visibility, the hit is almost up to luck.
Humph did not grab the machine gun, so he could only fire outside the cover with a rifle he picked up from somewhere, but it quickly became very grateful for being slower.
Before two rounds of smoke came out of the muzzle, a hot fire exploded beside him, and the flying shrapnel and the hot blood lake covered its face.
It turned his face and looked at it, and saw that the guy who was holding a machine gun in front of him was only half of his body twitching on the ground.
The corpse was seen more and actually became numb. A guy with a naked upper body quickly snatched the machine gun and continued to pick the trigger and fire.
Humph did not show a sad expression because the brother who had urinated together died in battle, but a trace of confusion gradually emerged in his heart.
Retaking the street under its feet... Does it really mean that the alliance is almost unable to hold on?
However, this confusion lasted less than half a minute and was interrupted by a roar that penetrated the heavy fog.
A giant wearing steel plate, taking heavy and rapid steps, crossed a series of fragmented bunkers and suddenly broke into the battlefield.
Its body is as tall as a city wall, and the steel draped over it is as strong as the armor of a tank.
Seeing it appear, almost all mutants' eyes were filled with fanaticism and shouted excitedly.
The same goes for humming!
Big guy!
The strongest warrior in the tribe!
They cannot be produced normally, and they will never learn a few words in their lives, but every guy who grows up is a warrior named!
They are born warriors!
roar!
The roar leaked out from the gap in the helmet, and it ran with its shoulders and pushed hard towards the closest iron lump to it.
The human soldier wearing an exoskeleton pulled out his axe to resist, but the axe was like a toothpick in front of its huge size.
He saw clearly that the axe that was slashing heavily on the helmet left a tiny white mark on the dark and stern steel. Then the human soldier was rushed out by the big guy and fell heavily on the concrete building beside him.
A steel bar exposed outside the wall pushed out from behind him and stabbed the human soldier into each other. The man held the steel bar in his hands and struggled for a while, then his head drooped and stopped moving.
roar!
The mutant man raised his head and roared, picked up a steel bar from the ground, and then smashed it into the next iron lump.
The human soldiers were obviously startled by this big guy and were caught off guard by the rampage giant.
Squatting behind the cover, his blood was filled with excitement, and shouting and cheering with the minions beside him.
The big guy seemed to be inspired by their roars, and he waved several meters of steel bars in the middle of the battlefield and became more and more brave.
In the blink of an eye, two more heavy exoskeletons were flew out and fell into the concrete wreckage without any consciousness.
The Alliance soldiers immediately raised their rifles and rushed towards the guy to concentrate on fire, but the tracers looked like a toothpick in front of its huge size.
Apart from scratching the thick steel armor arc, no substantial damage was left, but instead aroused the fierceness of the big guy, and the steel bars in his hand were even more radiant.
The already chaotic position was even more messy when smashed.
The human soldier who was leading the way seemed to be shouting something, but he couldn't understand it. I think it was a panic scream.
However, what it did not know was that although these alliance soldiers were startled by this big guy, they were far from panic.
For example, I have seen this thing when killing chickens at midnight, and many veterans of the Jungle Corps have also seen it. I know that although this guy is difficult to deal with, he is far from invincible.
Damn this explosive gun cannot break the defense?!
Brother, you are blocked from a safe distance!Go back and hit!
It's too late!Cut the rifle and shoot!
Grass, this armor is too thick!Can't beat Ah!
Then put on the tube
As soon as the words fell, the roar of the engine came from one side of the intersection.
The midnight killer chicken, who was about to take out the tube, suddenly looked in that direction, and when he met the headlights, he was immediately delighted.
Chimera!
He is the brother of the Skeleton Corps!
The roaring engine was like a war drum, accompanied by the wide front of the car, and the gunfire broke into the battlefield one after another.
There is no trace of mud.
The raised edge of the front of the armored vehicle hit the huge mutant's crotch.
The big guy felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer on his lower body, and he screamed in pain. His feet were pushed away from the ground for a moment, and he was flew backwards on the head of the huge car.
At this moment, the Chimera, who was rushing around, suddenly stopped suddenly. The big guy who lost his balance had no chance to stand firm and could only stagger backwards.
But the Chimera armored vehicle did not give it a chance to breathe, and the 37mm rapid-fire cannon aimed straight at its chest.
Then
The muzzle, as deep as a black hole, spewed out a thick and long tongue of flame without mercy!
Bang bang bang!
The deafening sound of cannons was like a ringing war drum, and tracers as thick as pythons came out from the muzzle, hitting the breastplate as thick as a thumb like raindrops. Each shot hit the breastplate with overwhelming sarcasm.
The big guy who was staggering back was unable to resist the kinetic energy brought by the 37mm and was directly pressed into the broken window on one side of the street.
The bursting shrapnel and sparks kept flying out of the window, and occasionally one or two jumps were bounced away.
The flashing fire and smoke blocked the bloody mud and broke the painful howl.
His eyes widened and he stared at the place where the big guy fell. The excitement and bloodthirst in his pupils had faded at some point.
All that remains is boundless fear.
Just a moment of effort
The warrior who came to the world with death and glory and was born to be named by the patriarch, was crushed into flesh paste by the sparks shot from the iron box.
Soon he saw that the cannon barrel with blue smoke was slowly moving, aiming at the position where it was located.
roar!
As if to vent the fear in his chest, he let out a hoarse roar. The trigger of the rifle in his hand almost reached the bottom, trying to blow out the whistling storm with the fragile flame.
The same was true for other mutant soldiers around him, shooting fierce firepower towards the iron lump standing in the middle of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a rain of bullets.
However
In front of the equivalent armor that was dozens of millimeters thick, the bullets fired by the light weapons were too weak, and they were not as effective as the axes they swung in their hands.
Almost at the same time as the roared, lightning as thick as a python had already rushed towards the mutant people, and flashing fires burst on the sloppy position.
The sandbag bunker was blown away all over the ground, and the sandbag wall that could block bullets was like a child's building block in front of the 37mm rapid-fire cannon.
Fortunately, there was no pain at this moment.
I only felt a flash of my eyes, and then it became darker. All my perceptions fell into the boundless abyss with the sound of a slap...
Bang bang bang!
The roar of cannons continued.
Until the entire street, the bunker was baptized by armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
It seemed that the armored vehicle had replaced the high-explosive bomb and washed the floor against the gaps on both sides of the street.
Although the gunfire in the distance continued, the battle on this street was basically over with the arrival of this armored vehicle.
The players of the Jungle Corps left the bunker, followed the armored vehicles with explosive guns, shot and killed the mutant soldiers who were preparing to retreat with the ammunition box, and snatched the position they gave to the mutants yesterday.
Beautiful job!
The Chimera armored vehicle whistled at the ceasefire, and the Peacock paratroopers wearing iron walls gave a thumbs up excitedly.
Although it was not him who fired.
But the devastating firepower really made him feel good.
The elf king Fugui jumped from behind the butt of the armored vehicle and looked at the dusty brothers of the Jungle Corps and showed off his words with a roar.
How about it?Is our new equipment awesome?
Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: 6666!
Voldean model worker: Rich brothers Ah!
The elf king Fugui smiled embarrassedly and said haha.
The main reason is that our team leader’s game sells well.
Seeing that the good brothers were looking forward to him, the chicken brother, who was covered in iron lumps, moved his eyes slightly and whistled as if he was not seeing it.
make money?
It does not exist.
Just be content if you can take you to get NPC's equipment for free!
Irena said with a funny face.
It is recommended that guy stay in Ideal City to move bricks, just fight.
The top cover of the armored vehicle was lifted, and the mole that had emerged from it was placed on the edge of the turret, rolling his eyes in anger.
Damn, without my command, do you know where to go?
These dog things!
It’s useless to show off and yell at the right wind!
As soon as you go against the wind, you scold the commander for cheating your father is not good!
This corps commander was so tired!
The elf king Fugui said with a smile.
It's not my bragging, and we're not fighting the legion.Isn’t it okay to repair the savages of beats, just thrust their faces?
Several other players also started to make fun of them.
that is!
This requires a tactic of yarn, and the waves are over!
How dare you say that the accelerator just now was not too irritating?
The mole coughed dryly, and was really embarrassed to say that.
To be honest, he was actually a little slutty, for example, there was no need to rush forward just now, just stand in the distance and nod it.
But it doesn't matter!
He's already pretending.
It's done if you feel good!
He reached out and clicked on the communication button on his helmet. Mole decisively pretended not to hear everyone's teasing, cleared his throat and shouted in the communication channel.
All formations should be careful and prepared to cooperate with the infantry to advance towards the coordinates of the "Old Residential Resettlement Point"... The former site of Singularity City is there, be careful of the mutants hidden in the building.
A quick response came from the communication channel.
receive!
A satisfied expression appeared on the Mole's face.
It seems that the Chimera armored vehicle performed quite well on all fronts, and did not embarrass him in front of other regiments.
However, the satisfied expression had not lasted for a few seconds, and soon an inappropriate voice came from the communication channel.
...This is Chimera-3, and we were having a little trouble while advancing to the offensive point!Mutants' anti-vehicle firepower broke our engine, and we are now anchored in the middle of the road, sniper!spread!Spread to both sides of the street!Fuck... These dogs are playing with silly!
The team leader shouted at the commanding teammates and reported on the scene in the communication channel.
Even if I didn't listen to his hurrying tone, it was not difficult to hear from the jingling sound that the firefighting at the scene was so intense.
Sniper?
Such a huge fog, you're cheating!
The mole was stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and said immediately.
Report your location!
The team leader quickly confirmed his position on the map while peeking out through the observation window and said quickly.
600 meters southwest side of the department store, there is a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby... I marked it on the map!
Mole: Where is the sniper's position?
Team leader: I should be on the southwest side of ours and the location has deviated from the firefighting area... I am not sure about the specific location!It is probably in the tallest building, or it may be in the next building.
Circle the approximate position!
... has been updated on the map!
receive!We'll arrive soon!
After hanging up the communication, the mole reported the sniper's coordinates to the command center, and then reached out and knocked hard on the turret.
Some brothers are in trouble, so we go to save the situation... Damn, let these guys sit in the car honestly and insist on pretending to be on the butt of the car!
Midnight Killing Chicken walked over with big strodes, carrying the bomb gun on his shoulder.
Need our help?
The Mole glanced at his exaggerated equipment and shook his head into a rattle.
No, no, just keep pushing forward, we will solve the trouble there, and then turn around and come back to support you later!
Take this guy with me and say less than two or three infantrymen get out of the car.This body of iron lump looks really strong enough, but its mobility is a flaw.
I didn't think much about killing the chicken at midnight and grinned.
Good luck, Oak.
Watching the Chimera armored vehicle drive to the other side of the intersection, he waved to the brothers who had occupied the war zone.
keep going!
……
Before noon, the battle between the Alliance and the Qi Tribe became fierce, especially as Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield, the originally anxious battle situation completely turned into a one-sided massacre.
Most of the ruthless people in the Skeleton Corps are veterans who have just passed by in the desert and in front of the legion's armored forces. Although it is the first time to fight street battles, the people are unambiguous.
In just a few hours, the Qi tribe lost all the positions they snatched back from the alliance yesterday, and the casualties reached the sum of the previous three days.
Delu had already killed his eyes red, like a gambler, still shouting at the few remaining subordinates attacking the alliance's positions.
However, even standing in the position of the bystander, it can be clearly seen that the guy's failure is only a matter of time.
Garn has given up on the idiot and is laying out defenses in the neighborhoods near the institute. If the situation is optimistic, it will probably last for a week.
But if the league continues to increase its offense, it is hard to say whether it will give up on the institute or even give up the entire Jinhe City to retreat south.
After all, the Torch Church really has no means to restrain these green-skinned guys.
If they could, they would have done it long ago...
On the southwest side of the battlefield, in an abandoned office building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton was quietly watching the battlefield.
At the age of eighty, most people in this wasteland are already buried, but there are only a few wrinkles on his face.
His name is Arzu, he is an apostle, and like Yur, he is the type who is more technician.
The difference is that his beliefs are much more firm than those of the old popsicles from the prosperity era of Yuer, and there is almost no existence that can shake him.
If he had not trusted the machine, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the Holy Land and became a glorious pioneer.
In fact, until now, he still does not believe in the castle in the sky built by imperfect technology.
Luo Gan is the best proof.
Just as the church was about to complete the last piece of puzzle on this land, that guy actually lost his chain and disappeared.
The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the reason why Luo Gan disappeared, and at the same time he filled in the last puzzle.
Although he had no evidence, from the moment he stepped onto the land, he smelled the smell of betrayal.
That guy's chip is still there.
But it has become something else.
He could not think of any other reason besides betrayal.
Therefore, those illusory things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect holy land in this world.
Lying not far beside him, the man with a flat head pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle, spitting out two of these numbers coldly, and the electronic eyes attached to the scope shrank slightly.
In this thick fog with visibility of less than twenty meters, he seemed to be able to clearly see every subtle movement on the battlefield.
Another man held a telescope in his hand, looked at the battlefield where goods were delivered fiercely in the distance, and gently tutted his tongue.
...The alliance has invested a lot this time, with a total of 30 armored vehicles, so it needs to have the equipment of a battalion.
It is not easy to put so much armor on the wasteland.
However, thinking that the alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Big Rock City, the man holding the telescope was soon relieved.
His name is Akamare, he is the executioner of the court, and is a member of the Yamahara, who had previously disappeared during his mission, responsible for assisting Arzu's plan.
However, unlike Yamahara, he doesn't like to be alone and usually takes his partner to act together.
The one lying at his feet is his partner, whose name is Tang He.
Because of a previous operation, this unlucky guy was blinded by a wasteland guest carrying a sniper rifle, causing him to replace half of his brain and left eye with a prosthetic body.
Perhaps it was caused by the sequelae of the operation. He is now talking about killing people every day, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill people for a day.
No one knew what the world he saw was like, but fortunately the parish had a lot of ranches for him to mess with, and the breeding animals would not resist, just pick two out and kill him.
Because he was not a normal mind, Tang He almost ignored him except for the topic of murder, so he communicated with the old apostle next to him along the way.
After staring at the battlefield in the distance for a while, Arzu slowly spoke.
I always feel that it's not just the alliance that is eyeing us.
Akapira laughed.
oh?How did you see it?
Arzu said slowly.
What is more prominent in the alliance is biotechnology. If we can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare, there must be experts who are helping them.
Akapiri frowned slightly.
Are you talking about business people?
It seems to be true.
Yesterday he tried to launch an electronic warfare attack on the communication system of the Iron Heart, but was discovered by the opponent as soon as he started.
He could feel at least two completely different forces staring at him and hammering him, scaring him into a cold sweat, and quickly disconnecting the connection.
Almost half of his good brother's brain was burned.
Arzu nodded slowly and shook his head slowly.
I'm afraid it's not just companies, but maybe there are people from the college.
Akapiri frowned slightly.
College…
If it was just a company, it wouldn't be a headache for him.
Those guys have always been to the point of serving people. If the opponent is not a behemoth like the Legion, it is almost impossible for the Council to put in a lot of effort as soon as it comes.
And when those guys get serious, the Holy Fire has already covered several provinces, so there is no need to be afraid of them.
But in addition, the college will say something else.
The combat effectiveness of those technicians is not strong, and it can even be said that those guys are not the material for fighting at all.
However, in contrast, those guys have become outrageously strong in the field of technology, and their tentacles are spread all over the wasteland.
And the most troublesome thing is that few people know what their ideas are and what their motivations are for doing something.
To make an image metaphor, he is more afraid of magic that cannot be understood than those visible swords and swords.
Ticking the back of the head, Akapiri sighed with a headache.
It’s hard to deal with... Ah... A few of us guys who are fighting, how could He De attract a joint attack from the college and the enterprise?
Arzu laughed without laughing, his majestic face did not change at all.
It's the same for me, sooner or later those bedbugs that are in vain will die at our feet.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stairwell.
Looking at his departure back, Akapira shouted.
where did you go.
The voice of answering the question floated from afar.
I advise you not to underestimate them.
Akamatsu was slightly stunned, with a puzzled look on his face.
Don't underestimate what they mean?
Are they talking about colleges and enterprises?
He didn't understand when he underestimated those guys...
Just as he was thinking this, a buzzing sound gradually came from a distance.
At first the sound sounded like a mosquito scream, but soon it became heavier and clearer, and more like the roar of a propeller.
To be precise, it's not like.
And that's it!
Tang He, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed his face, moved his eyes away from the scope, looked hurriedly into the sky, and a curse ran out of his mouth.
Grass……
Soon Akata's face also changed.
Behind the heavy fog, black crosses flew past the near sky, and dark spots were thrown down.
His brother fired two black guns...
Not just going to be on the bomber formation, right?!
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