Following the decision made by the war center, the hunting war started almost on the same day.
"Die! Die! Fuck you to death!!"
On more than a dozen modified off-road vehicles, the bullet belts of the machine guns almost never stopped rotating, and the barrels were firing even more fiercely.
Opposite them, a small wave of radiation beasts fell to the ground like wheat, and then more violent explosions erupted from the corpses, causing secondary damage to their companions.
"Kill!!"
Another wave of mechanical hunters jumped out of the truck one after another. These people were all following the melee route. Their arms were either transformed into large swords and chainsaws, or their chests were inlaid with thick steel plates. These melee hunters rarely passed by once or twice.
The number of secondary prosthetic body transformations is three or four, or even five or six.
The degree of mechanization of these people makes them more like humanoid machines.
The chainsaw slashed at the metal skin of the mechanical biochemical beast, and the steel fist struck the beast's forehead fiercely, once, twice, three times, until all the opponent's brains were knocked out. Then he peeled off the bionic skin with his palms and used an electric drill with his fingertips.
It was violently inserted into the vital part of the radiation beast, and with the spray of machine fluid and blood, the radiation source was forcefully grabbed out.
"Hunters are the strongest!" The man roared ferociously, tearing out half of his heart in one go.
"Brothers, look at the plane I sent you!"
A captain stood on the front of the truck, holding a walkie-talkie and laughing.
The next moment, two factory bombers appeared from the clouds, dived into the battlefield, opened their bellies, and tracked the target with more than a dozen missiles, followed by more than ten tons of explosives. The explosion flames three stories high stirred up strong wind and waves.
Wherever it passed, the beasts were blown away into large areas of blank space.
"Radiomon is nothing more than that!"
"Captain, can't we get up?"
The members of the Fire Thief hurriedly looked at their captain. In terms of firepower, they were ten times more powerful than the others.
"Why are you in such a hurry? What you are getting now is a product that will lead to death." Unexpectedly, Wilson, who has always been irritable and irritable, rejected the proposal.
Behind him are nearly a hundred team members wearing exoskeletons. They are tall and have sinister eyes.
There are three heavy tanks in the middle, and the tank's gun barrels outline thick shadows under the cover of light.
"But captain, these ordinary beasts are good materials for earning points. It would be a pity to miss them!"
Wilson was furious and kicked the team member who was speaking out of the car.
"Are you the captain or am I the captain? You know nothing!"
southern defense line
The team of mechanics are debugging the machinery in an orderly manner, and automated weapons one after another are being air-dropped by drones to the predetermined fire points.
Their weapons are all specific combination weapons, which are being adjusted, installed and hidden by hundreds of small robots on the spot.
In the mechanic team, all combat is done by automated machinery, and the team members are just the operators of the machinery.
a communications station
Mechanic Huang Wenzheng kept typing on the keyboard.
His spider hands are so fast that they are almost invisible to the naked eye.
On the spider's hand, the 'buttons' of each joint are nerve strengthening nodes. This is pre-war strengthening technology and a necessary transformation for military logistics personnel.
On the virtual screen, bar graphs were flashing one after another. Each red column represented the radiation value of a herd. At this moment, the red columns were rising crazily.
However, the green pillar, which represents defensive power, maintains an unstable trend.
"Let the team members check the data sheet again. There are several key data that are wrong."
Huang Wen is very calm, as calm as if he is playing a strategic game.
West Line
bloodmine hills
On a hill, a dozen gray eyes remained silent.
In their eyes, the battlefield has a different look. Different levels of radiation turn into tidal rivers of different colors. At this moment, they are converging into an ocean and flooding with the battle.
"When original sin strikes, God Turing will bless you!"
Gray-Eyed Adrian, in addition to being a mechanical hunter, is also a metal preacher of the Turing Cult. His eyes are "eyes of fire" and he can see true knowledge from the electric grid network and also see the twisted demons in the radiation ecology.
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Eastern Front
Keiko Matsushima's pair of short legs were constantly jumping around, and the knife holder repeatedly rubbed against the handle of the mechanical knife, making a "crunch", "crunch" sound.
"Descilla, I want-"
"no."
"I'll just chop one off, secretly, and make sure it's not discovered."
"no."
"Desila~~"
Seeing Matsushima Keiko grabbing the corner of her clothes and screaming in grievance, Desila sighed.
"Keiko, do you know what is the most scary thing about Radiant Beast?"
"It's the environment, the radiation environment where the beasts live. In this environment, all electronic devices will malfunction, but the beasts are at ease. They can even monitor us through a fallen leaf or a tree stem."
Keiko's eyes lit up and she opened her mouth.
Before Keiko could speak, Desila continued to add:
"I know what you want to say. Now that the beasts have left their nests, they are at their weakest. But you have to understand one thing. The radiation circle is not born. It is born when the radiation beasts live in groups."
"Desila, you mean, they are nurturing new radiation fields?" Keiko Matsushima said blankly.
"Yes, fighting will only accelerate the formation of the radiation field."
Keiko Matsushima figured it out.
"Then what do we do now?"
"Wait," Desila said calmly: "The energy of beasts is not unlimited. The moment the radiation ecology is formed, it will be the moment when their own energy is at its weakest. At that time we will act.
The war lasted day and night
There are mechanical hunters who are injured all over and come back to repair themselves, while there are also hunters who just hurriedly change into a prosthetic body and then set off again.
As a mechanical transformer, although his endurance is not as good as that of machines, it is more than ten times that of ordinary people.
And I don’t know when, there was a giant electronic screen at the entrance of Gasoline Town.
The battlefield recorder will automatically record and play back the wonderful hunting scenes, which will make the viewers excited.
In the center of the screen is a ranking list.
Among them, the top-ranked hunting team hunted two hundred E-class beasts on the first day, which was really fierce.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Is it the Predator Squad? They have been very popular recently."
"Of course, their team is all mechanical transformers."
"What about those old teams, Edelweiss, Gray Eyes, and Creepers? What are they doing?"
"They have been eliminated. The predators today are the same as they were a few years ago. Do you still remember their old team?"
"It's open, it's open!"
"Is it the established teams that have come from behind? Or are the Predators continuing to sit in first place as dark horses?"
Apart from the betting dogs who know that there is no hope of competing and are keen on opening the market, those who are interested are more concerned about the direction of the established teams.
Firestealer, Mechanic, Creeper, Gray Eye, and Edelweiss.
What are these veteran teams doing now?
"I thought I saw a creeper when I was hunting before."
"Oh? What are they doing?" Another person cheered up.
"When I left, the Creeper was being surrounded by a herd of beasts. The situation was not good," the man said after hesitating for a moment.
"Impossible, they must have other plans to hold back a big one."
He was indeed holding back a big move. In the middle of the night, a piece of news came.
All members of the Creepers were trapped in the herd, and the group was destroyed.
"The Creeper is dead!?"
"Really or not, are the beasts so scary?"
"Do you have a feeling that the more beasts you kill, the harder it becomes to fight them?"
"Fuck, do you feel this way too? The skin that a bullet could penetrate before can't be penetrated now."
The first day, the second day, the third day.
The Predator Squad is still firmly in charge, with nearly 500 prey killed in their hands, and some tough newcomers have also stepped forward.
Chainsaw massacre, octopus monster, biomaniac, dog hunter, bomber...
There is still no movement from the old team.
In the data processing center of the munitions warehouse, a group of battlefield analysts were analyzing the battle situation, and the scene was very lively.
"There are people behind the Predator team. The D73 micro-missiles, fully-covered exoskeleton armor, and EMP bombs they use are all weapons against the rebels."
"The herd is developing radiation fields faster than we expected."
"As of twelve o'clock today, F-level and E-level radiation fields will be completed."
"The battlefield will soon become more intense, and we need to increase logistical support."
"How about consuming another wave of mechanical hunters?"
"Ignore it for the moment. The veteran team has been delayed. This kind of consumption is meaningless."
Manager Zhou banged on the table, the situation was a bit beyond his expectation.
Your pie is so big, these old fritters didn't take the bait?
Sure enough, after dealing with robots for a long time, my eloquence has deteriorated.
"Where is the Predator team, have they arrived at the supply point? A new batch of weapons is waiting for them to receive it."
"It's already here," one of the call-takers' expressions changed and he said excitedly: "They reported to us that they have a hunting plan, and this plan is to hunt the D-class radioactive beast tribe!"