A bomber formation composed of twelve "Dragonfly" transport aircraft passed over the bombing area marked on the map.
The Pig Brothers, who are still experienced pilots, serve as the team leader, piloting the lead aircraft in front, and the remaining eleven wingmen follow in formation.
Integrate flight parameters such as altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed, etc. into the formula to calculate the approximate bomb delivery distance. The lead aircraft sends a bomb release signal to each wingman, then opens the hatch, and the bomb release hand releases the bombs that have been installed on the rails one by one.
Just slide down.
Although using a transport plane to move bombs is a bit ridiculous in every sense, the lack of accuracy can be made up for by quantity.
Aerial bombs fell like dumplings towards the city in the marked area, and soon balls of orange-red fire exploded between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.
Most of the tall buildings left over from the Age of Prosperity are extremely sturdy.
Even after two hundred years of weathering and a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still maintain their main structures intact.
There was only one 100-meter-tall building. The load-bearing structure was probably damaged by an aerial bomb, and it began to slowly collapse from a certain floor in the middle to the north.
Looking at the scene that looked like the ground was shattering that day, and the billowing dust that floated hundreds of meters up after the haze was blown away, Brother Bing and Huo Zi, who was standing by the cabin window, couldn't help but click his tongue.
"I'm just going to...do it against a sniper?"
Although this is also done in reality, most of them involve throwing a guided missile or firing a few grenades.
It is rare to spend such money to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.
This is more or less like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.
The unprofessional man snorted with a smile and joked on the communication channel.
"Use your little brain and think about it carefully. Will mutants use snipers and black guns? And there is such a heavy fog."
Brother Bing and Huozi slapped his head.
"Hiss... When you say that, I will understand."
He subconsciously brought it into reality. Of course, it is impossible to do such nonsense in reality, but this is a game after all.
Those guys who were hiding nearby and making little moves were obviously the little mice from the Torch Church. No matter what their plans were, they could definitely be slapped in the face.
The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC's thinking to be so clear.
The chatter from other players on the plane came from the communication channel.
"The fog is also too heavy and I can't see the situation on the ground at all."
"Can you blow that guy up?"
"Then I have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep their eyes open and look for it!" Unprofessional Fanman laughed, tilted the control stick, and led the bomber formation back towards the airport on the ground.
After a pause, he continued.
"Let's think about how to land first."
It was not difficult for him to land in the fog, but those rookies had another story.
I hope there will be two fewer falls by then.
I hope the ground crew won’t scold me...
A hundred-meter-high building was broken in the middle, and when viewed from the sky, it was nothing more than a half-cut piece of tofu.
However, looking from the ground, it is a square mountain.
Even though the battle zone was hundreds of meters away, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of both warring parties and rained down again.
The violent airflow temporarily blew away the spore cloud floating in the air.
The eyes of the mutant soldiers were widened, and they opened their mouths unconsciously as they looked in the direction of the collapse of the tall building. They ate a mouthful of ashes without even noticing.
What happened there?!
The same goes for the players. They even stopped firing for a while and couldn't help but exclaimed "Fuck" when they saw the shocking scene.
"...Awesome, what if this was made into a CG bunker!"
"666!"
"It's such a bunker!" Shuke, who was flying a helicopter, complained in a fit of laughter and tears while reloading the machine gun, "Let's think about how to get through this level first!"
Beta, who was driving a toy car, was lying next to him.
The brother was probably thinking that such a heavy fog would be fine, and planned to run over and help repair the car, but he was shot in the head with a single shot.
He hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the person back, but his brain had been shattered. He was probably sitting at home in confusion and didn't know what happened.
The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire at the mutant positions to provide suppressive firepower.
However, those mutants also learned well and no longer confronted them head-on. Instead, they hid in the alleys on both sides of the street and penetrated from both sides to surround them.
"By the way, why don't those guys who fly planes help us with the bombing here?" He wiped the ashes on his face and cursed.
Beta, who was driving the toy car, rolled her eyes.
"Are you going to have a bad mouth on the forum?"
Crouching on the other side of the street were brothers from the Death Corps. Hearing their shouts, they laughed and made a joke.
"Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to close the friendly wounds before dropping the bomb!"
"Hahaha!"
"What other functions does this game have?"
Although they were trapped in a dilemma, the players guarding here did not feel nervous at all.
think.
Since the bombers helped them deal with the snipers in the distance, it meant that the command center had noticed their situation.
More support is on the way.
They just had to hold on until reinforcements arrived. The brief rest was broken by a gunshot.
The two sides in the street fight resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracers shuttled freely through the narrow streets.
After all, those green-skinned beasts were really stupid. They managed to paralyze a fire-breathing iron box. Naturally, they were not willing to let this guy go easily.
A hundred-man team that had been defeated from other fronts was quickly pulled here, and a group of growling mutants rushed towards it.
As long as they can open a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this defense line that is on the verge of collapse.
However, what stood in front of them at this moment was not just a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded centurion of the Death Corps.
Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as that of other corps, and their sequence levels are not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.
And he is also a master of street fighting!
Each of them was armed with a spray gun or a submachine gun, and some were holding bolt-action rifles with bayonets inserted into them. They fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alleys.
The mutant wielding a mallet had just smashed the skull of an unlucky guy, but before he could taste what it was like, the skull was opened by a guy holding a shotgun.
Some players struggled with the mutants and simply detonated the explosives on their bodies. The two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood. Even the mutants who lived a barbaric life of eating hair and drinking blood could not help but be exposed in the face of this barbaric fighting style.
A hint of panic. These people are crazy!
The ten-meter-long alley was filled with broken limbs and corpses. The thick blood and organs turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunfire never stopped.
Just when the battle between the two sides was getting intense, rapid and compact gunfire suddenly came from the other side of the street.
"Bang bang bang!"
Thick and long bolts of lightning rushed towards the mutant who rushed out of the alley, and the knotted muscles instantly exploded into pieces of fragmented rain of blood.
"Roar!"
A mutant with red eyes roared and threw the lit explosive bag in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.
The bulging explosive bag was about the size of a school bag, and was coated with black tar that could stick to the surface of the armor.
"Fuck!"
Shuke, who was flying a helicopter, saw this.
He uttered a curse word, threw away the machine gun without saying a word, rushed forward, tore off the explosive package hanging on the armor surface, and threw it to the ground.
Almost the moment he fell down, the explosion of fire tore his whole body into pieces, making a clanging sound when he hit the armor of the armored vehicle.
If it were to detonate against the armored surface, 80% of even a tank would be destroyed, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle.
The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. He obviously didn't expect that in just three seconds, the iron box that was almost certain to die would be saved.
But there was no time for him to be surprised.
Just as the explosive package exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs swept over it, instantly turning it into a puddle of minced meat.
"Shuke!!!"
Looking at Shuke who was blown up to nothing, Shrimp Pig Heart let out a howl of grief and indignation, rushed to the alley with an assault rifle and fired suddenly, but unfortunately he was shot alone.
The mutants saw another armored vehicle approaching and understood that they had lost their last chance.
The leading mutant howled first, and the minions who were lying behind the bunker and firing cursed and said harsh words and left the bunker and retreated.
Except for a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the green-skinned animals had retreated towards the southern defense line.
Seeing the mutants begin to retreat, Canyon Mole stepped on the driver and asked the brother to drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera, chasing the retreating mutants.
The soldiers swept two shuttles.
The hatch at the back of the vehicle opened outwards, and Elf Wang Fugui and Yin Leina jumped out, spread out to the bunkers on both sides of the armored vehicle and set up their guns.
One of the players who knew how to repair cars quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored vehicle, carrying a toolbox.
After removing the body of the engineer whose head had been exploded, he used tools to open the hood and immediately started working with a wrench and screwdriver.
Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Mole looked up at the bombed city area and smacked his tongue.
Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.
"How's it going? Can it be fixed?"
The player who was busy responded without looking back.
"There's a hole in the engine casing... I'll give it a try. It should be fine to move, but the power may have to be cut in half."
"Then I'll leave this place to you. Just drive back to the base if you can."
"OK!"
The player repairing the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. The Mole was about to retract into the armored car when the debtor of the Death Corps came over with a rifle in his arms.
Before he could speak, Elf King Fugui opened his eyes wide as if seeing a precious animal, and said with a playful smile.
"Hey, Big Eyes?! Why are you here?"
I didn't hear the underlying meaning, so I was in debt with big eyes.
Laughed and said show off.
"Tch, I came here four days ago, okay!" Yin Leina looked back with a funny look on her face.
"I thought you lost contact."
"Get lost, you've lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!"
After understanding the guy's expression for a moment, the debtor rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole sitting in the turret watching the excitement and shouted.
"Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and we don't have enough manpower left. Can you help me when you have time?"
Thinking that Chicken Brother probably wouldn't be able to use him, and he was just completely crazy and having fun at the moment, Mole looked at him with interest and asked.
"What mission?"
"Brothers who support the Burning Legion." "Those monsters still need support?"
"That's the mission briefing. They encountered some trouble in the bombing zone... They can't be contacted at the moment. The command team speculates that it is probably someone from the Torch Church who did it."
It seemed that he was feeling lonely. The mole touched his chin.
.
"Is communication blocked?"
Debt-eyed: "Probably."
"Okay, I'll get a few people to come over and join us."
With his index finger tapping his ear, Mole looked at the VM
map, he ordered calmly.
"Attention groups 2 and 4, there is a new mission, please go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area, activate the backup contact plan!"
The so-called backup liaison plan is to leave an infantryman offline at all times to serve as a human radio station and use group chat to exchange frontline intelligence.
Two neat answers came quickly from the communication channel.
"receive!"
Mole didn't show any hesitation when he hung up the communication. He gave Big Eye a sign to follow and shouted to the brothers on the street.
"You guys stay here for a while, my brothers from the Death Corps and I will go have a look and come back."
Holding his rifle and staring closely at the empty street ahead, Elf King Fugui turned his back to the Chimera armored vehicle behind him and shouted.
"Ook!"
...
at the same time.
In the urban area 600 meters away from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that had been visited by bombers were in a mess, with black craters and cracked walls everywhere, and a few clusters of unextinguished flames swaying on the twisted steel bars and concrete.
.
Several corpses of flesh and blood were lying on the ground. Judging from their appearance, they should be the alien species wandering in this neighborhood. They were swept in by the explosion just now, and only these little things were left.
Organisms exposed outside the bunker rarely survive
The boy came down.
After breaking open the broken metal door panel, the red tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on his head. He greedily took a breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder and coughed twice violently.
.
"Damn, that bastard!"
Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough and he and his partner quickly evacuated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise almost everyone would have been killed.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold the old man, only half-said, and ran away indifferent to himself.
In short, it is no longer safe here. We must retreat to a safe area first...
The moment he stepped on the street with his right foot, a warning sign suddenly came to mind. The red tapir reflexively rolled over and hid behind the concrete debris on the roadside.
Almost at the same time that he hid behind the concrete debris, an arrow missed and hit the spot where he was standing.
Seeing that the arrow was missing, Red Tapir glanced at the corner of his mouth, but the mocking expression instantly froze on his face before it stayed for 0.5 seconds.
From the corner of his eye, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a faint red light!
"Grass"
There was no time to dodge, he only heard a "click" sound, and the arrow exploded into a ball of fire the moment it missed, and the raging shock wave carried steel balls and shot them around.
The surging air waves hit the breastplate, and it was hit hard
The red tapir felt like his internal organs were trembling with one blow.
Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered some minor injuries.
Without enough time to deal with the wounds caused by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, then staggered to another safer bunker.
Clicking on the helmet's communication button, he roared in the communication channel.
"Tang He! Find me the archery guy! Tang He?"
There is no response in the communication channel.
The red tapir's face froze, and he immediately realized that it was Arzu who had done this, and he cursed.
"***Old thing..."
That guy is probably planning to "let the dog out".
Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellum can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and will just randomly pick up moving objects and stuff them into their mouths.
He needs to get out of here as soon as possible!
On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, a trace of confusion appeared on the square face.
Surprised, but just surprised.
Want to run?
"Haha, look where you're going!"
At the same time after the bombing, he and Lao Bai, a total of twenty players, arrived in the area by helicopter and started searching.
Now that he has discovered the target's location, he must not be able to let this guy run away.
"Lao Bai... the person is right in front of me. He is confirmed to be an apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, Lao Bai?"
There was only the rustling sound of electricity in the communication channel.
Fang Chang looked slightly solemn. Communication blocked?
"day!"
Cursing secretly, he took out another explosive arrow and placed it on the bowstring of the Dawn Compound Bow. He lowered his body and pressed towards the bunker where the target was hiding.
Nearby teammates should have heard the sound of the exchange of fire and are rushing towards this area.
He had to catch the apostle before he escaped!
However, at this moment, a deafening roar penetrated the fog, and gunshots were heard from the street not far away.
Fang Chang stopped involuntarily and looked over there suddenly, and then the boy's hole shrank into a dot.
I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street. His right arm was a tentacle as thick as a python, and his left arm was a big hand made of steel.
The pieces of flesh on its body were like worms, twisting and swelling unconsciously, stirring up strange power in the gray-green mist.
The murderous dagger wielding two big fists of iron pots struck fiercely
He punched it in the chest, and the exhaust pipe on the shoulder blade spurted tail flames accelerated by nitrogen.
However, this destructive power, which could knock over an armored vehicle, only caused ripples on the mountain of flesh made of maggots.
The fat giant let out a dull cry, but did not move back a step.
Faintly, Fang Chang heard the strange cry of Brother Shadagger.
"What the hell?! What the hell is this thing?"
Before he could finish his words, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, knocking him away like a baseball, and he fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.
Fang Chang stared at the monster intently and couldn't help but swallow.
"Butcher'......?"
No
This thing is even more curious than the fruiting body of the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City!
Not only is its size several times larger, its destructive power has obviously increased by more than one order of magnitude! It is somewhat similar to the evolved body in the previous wave.
Seeing the mountain of flesh moving towards Brother Shadagger, Fang Chang knew that he could not wait any longer and shot an arrow towards the monster's face without hesitation.
The explosive fire exploded in front of the monster's face, blowing its head apart and flying out.
Fang Chang was slightly startled when he saw this.
His explosive arrow only has a few tens of grams of explosive charge, which is probably larger than the explosive charge.
It looks like there are more frag grenades.
When did you become so awesome?
Just as he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.
I saw that the monster with its head blown off looked like it was nothing, and its huge body did not even sway.
Then, as if controlled by some autonomous consciousness, the squirming lumps of meat swarmed toward the shoulders of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.
In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew back on the empty shoulders. And if you look closely at the blown-up remains, you can see that they are not skull fragments at all, but maggot-like flesh.
piece.
Some of them were blown to pieces, but most were still alive.
Abandoned, they stubbornly twisted their broken bodies and climbed towards the mountain of flesh, as if they wanted to become part of that body again.
Seeing this incredible scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.
What kind of outrageous black technology is this?!
And where did this guy come from?!
What made his scalp numb the most was not this---
Those empty eyes looked towards him.
Although there was a distance of tens of meters and a heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully taken away the hatred of the BOSS.
The wavy and wriggling tentacles were like seaweed floating in the water, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.
Brother Shadagger, who took a beating, still hasn’t gotten up yet!
"Is this another BOSS battle..."
Fang Chang's eyes gradually lit up with fighting spirit, he took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver, and placed it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.
It was a burning arrow that was concentrated with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene, and could easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.
Since explosion doesn't work - then use fire!
In a building several hundred meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu stood in a different place and stared at the bustling city with an expressionless face, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't expect to be able to stop the Alliance's most elite troops with a mere servant, without even thinking that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.
However, it is more than enough to create some chaos and help the idiot from the Tribunal escape.
Although he didn't really like those two idiots who had little success but more than enough failure, it would be a problem for him if they were caught alive instead of dying in the bombing.
I hope they can learn a little lesson from this failure and temper their strong self-confidence a little.
Their enemies are not easy to deal with, completely different from those stupid natives.
That Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than companies and colleges.
The idiots in the Tribunal should have understood this a year ago.
At this time, footsteps came from behind him.
An old man with a stooped figure and wrinkles on his face walked behind him and stopped.
The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a strangely patterned ceremonial robe.
You can tell by his appearance that he is a mutant.
However, just by looking at his appearance, no one could guess how long he lived. Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed softly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.
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"The Alliance's people are somehow endless, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war."
Arzu looked back at the aging mutant, stared at the cloudy eyes, and suddenly said.
"Gomo."
"What's wrong."
"Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?"
There was a hint of bewitching in that voice.
Gomo frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and spoke softly.
"I've never dreamed of it."
"Then advise your child for me."
Arzu withdrew his gaze from his face, continued to look at the city shrouded in thick fog in the distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued.
"Let him hold on a little longer."
"Soon, the Son will give him power comparable to that of the gods."
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This chapter has been completed!