The brutal street fighting turned the street in front of the abandoned department store into a brutal meat grinder, with every inch of floor tiles covered with sticky blood and mutilated corpses.
The originally uniform battle line turned into a jagged shape due to the continuous pulling, and the ground plowed by artillery fire and aerial bombs was marked with shocking scars.
Ironically, the three-year war that buried the Awami League never touched this land, but it ushered in the baptism of iron and fire two centuries after the war ended.
Hengchi's heart was filled with confusion.
He still remembered the leader saying that the alliance's offensive was at its end, and their soldiers had been frightened by Delu's voice and would soon run away with their tails between their legs.
The regained position is the best proof. However - is it really so?
"boom!"
The dense artillery fire sounded on time, like a black cloud pressed into shape,
It rolled across the street, getting closer and closer with each sound.
Green heads squat on the concrete on both sides of the street
The earthen buildings undulate with the dust that shakes off from time to time.
Hengchi is not afraid of Alliance bombardment.
This thing sounds really loud, but through the concrete
It is still difficult to damage the wall, and some small scratches
Don't take it to heart at all.
The two sides need to fight face to face to determine the outcome.
Then there's nothing to be afraid of.
The bombardment started on time and ended on time.
The centurion squatting nearby shook the cement slag off his body.
He stood up, raised his head and yelled at the top of his lungs.
"Chop them into pieces!"
Its chest shook with the roar, like a wild beast looking up to the sky and roaring filial piety.
"Oh oh oh!"
Inspired by that courage and brutality, the mutant soldiers also stood up with shouts, grabbed the guys and spread out to the bunker outside, preparing to fight with the Alliance soldiers.
Hengchi followed closely behind the guy in front.
Almost at the same time it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, the deafening shouts of death followed the crackling gunshots.
The street it is responsible for is one of the streets leading to the abandoned department store, and the collapsed viaduct lies in the middle of the crossroads.
Used cars are natural bunkers. Simply throw in a few sandbags and mount a machine gun to create a simple bunker.
The church continues to deliver ammunition to the city. They don't need to worry about logistical supplies. They only need to stuff death into the mouths of the human soldiers. The tracers are noisy on the streets, like being swept by a storm.
Broken snow.
From the invisible fog, Hengchi felt something unusual. The fierce firepower seemed to have reappeared the offensive on the first day.
Isn't the alliance almost finished? Why is it... coming back to life again?
There is always an illusion in its mind that the people in front of it are the same group of people as the opponents it encountered on the first day.
The only difference is that they seem to be much more proficient than on the first day and no longer rush to the guns.
If it had been then, it would have only taken one shuttle to bring them down.
But now, they have obviously mastered the skills of fighting. Even if they are only superficial skills, they still cause them huge trouble.
"Da da da-!"
The machine gun continued to spray flames, and in the foggy weather with extremely low visibility, hitting the target almost depended on luck.
Heng Chi failed to grab the machine gun and could only fire randomly outside the bunker with the rifle it picked up from nowhere. However, it soon felt glad that it had been slower.
Before there were even two strokes of smoke from the muzzle, a scorching fire exploded next to him, with flying shrapnel and hot blood covering his face.
It turned its face and glanced sideways, only to see the man who had previously fired with a machine gun.
Only half of the guy's body was left twitching on the ground.
Having seen so many corpses, I actually became numb. A shirtless guy quickly grabbed the machine gun and continued to hold the trigger and fire.
Hengchi didn't show any sadness because his brother who had peeed with him died in battle, but a trace of confusion gradually arose in his heart.
Reclaiming the street beneath it... can really be said
Is the Ming Alliance almost unable to hold on?
However, this confusion only lasted for less than half a minute, and was interrupted by a roar that penetrated the dense fog.
A giant clad in steel plates suddenly broke into the battlefield with heavy and rapid steps, stepping over the broken bunkers.
Its body is as tall as a city wall, and the steel covering it is as strong as the armor of a tank.
Seeing its appearance, almost all the mutants had fanaticism in their eyes and shouted excitedly.
Same goes for hum!
Big old one!
The strongest warrior in the tribe!
They cannot be produced normally at all, and they will never learn a few human words in their lifetime, but every one who grows up is a named warrior!
They are born warriors!
"Roar-!"
A roar leaked out from the gap in the helmet, and as it ran, it pushed its shoulders hard against the iron knob nearest to it.
The human soldier in the exoskeleton pulled out his hatchet and wanted
Resistance, but the ax is like a toothpick in front of its huge size.
Heng Chi clearly saw that the ax that struck the helmet heavily only left a tiny white mark on the dark steel, and then the human soldier was knocked away by the big old Xingyun's flowing collision, and was violently thrown away.
He fell hard onto a concrete building nearby.
A steel bar exposed outside the wall pushed out from his back and impaled the human soldier. The man struggled for a while holding the steel bar with both hands, then his head drooped and stopped moving.
"Roar-!"
The big mutant raised his head and roared, picked up a steel bar from the ground, and then smashed it into the next iron bar.
The human soldiers were obviously startled by this big man, and were caught off guard by this rampaging giant.
Crouching behind the bunker, he was humming with excitement and his blood was racing, and he and the minions around him were shouting and cheering.
The big one seemed to be inspired by their roars, waving a several-meter-long steel bar in the center of the battlefield and becoming more and more courageous.
In the blink of an eye, two more heavy-duty exoskeleton bombs flew out and fell unconscious in the concrete wreckage.
The Union soldiers immediately raised their rifles and focused fire on the guy, but the tracers were like toothpicks in front of its huge size.
Except for the bullet marks scratched on the arc surface of the thick steel armor, no real damage was left at all. Instead, it aroused the ferocity of the big old man, and he swung the steel bar in his hand even more fiercely.
The tiger is in full swing.
The already chaotic position was even more messed up after being smashed.
The human soldier in the lead seemed to be shouting something, but Heng Chi couldn't understand it. It must have been a panicked scream.
However, what it didn't know was that although these Union soldiers were startled by the big man, they were far from panicked.
For example, Midnight Chicken Killer has seen this thing, and many veterans of the Jungle Corps have also seen it. They know that although this guy is difficult to deal with, he is far from invincible.
"Damn it—this bolter can't even break the defense?!"
"Brother, you're stuck at a safe distance! Move back and fight!"
"It's too late! Cut the rifle and shoot!"
"Fuck, this armor is too thick! It can't be hit!"
"Then get on the tube"
As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the engine came over from the side of the intersection.
Midnight Killer, who was about to take out the tube, suddenly looked in that direction.
The moment my eyes met the car lights, I suddenly felt happy.
Chimera! Is the brother of the Skeleton Corps!
The roaring engine was like a war drum, and accompanied by the wide front of the car, it entered the battlefield where gunshots were heard one after another.
Not a trace of sloppiness.
The convex edge of the armored vehicle's front hit the giant mutant's crotch hard.
The big old man felt as if his lower body had been hit by a heavy hammer. He let out a cry of pain and his feet were lifted off the ground for a moment. He was pushed backwards by the huge car.
At this moment, the rampaging Chimera suddenly stopped suddenly. The big old man who lost his balance had no chance to stand still and could only stumble backwards.
But the Chimera armored vehicle didn't give it the slightest chance to breathe, and the 37 rapid-fire cannon was aimed straight at its chest. Then -
The muzzle, as deep as a black hole, mercilessly
It spurted out thick and long tongues of fire!
"Bang bang bang!"
The deafening sound of the artillery was like beating war drums, and tracers as thick as pythons came out from the muzzle, hitting the thumb-thick breastplate like raindrops, and the breastplate made an unbearable sound with every shot.
The cry of burden.
The big old man who staggered back was unable to resist the kinetic energy brought by this 37, and was directly pushed into the broken window on the side of the street.
Incoming shrapnel and sparks continued to fly out of the display window, and occasionally one or two ricocheted bullets were thrown away.
The flickering firelight and thick smoke obscured the quagmire of the lake of flesh and blood, and also cut off the miserable howl of pain.
Hengchi's eyes widened, staring at the place where the big old man fell. The excitement and bloodlust in his eyes had faded away at some point.
All that's left is boundless fear. Just for a moment -
The warrior who came to the world with death and glory, and was given the name given by the clan leader when he was born, was crushed into a pulp by the sparks fired from the iron box.
Soon he saw that the smoking gun barrel was moving slowly, aiming at the position where it was located in the distance.
"Roar-!"
As if to vent the fear in his chest, Heng Chi roared at the top of his lungs. He dug the trigger of the rifle in his hand almost to the bottom, trying to use the fragile flame to blow out the howling wind.
The other mutant soldiers around him did the same, shooting fierce firepower at the iron lump standing in the center of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a hail of bullets.
However-
In the face of the equivalent armor that is tens of millimeters thick, the bullets fired by small arms are too weak, not as effective as the rounded axes in their hands.
Almost at the same time that Hengchiroxiao made a sound, lightning bolts as thick as pythons rushed towards the mutants, bursting into flashes of fire on the scrawled positions.
Sandbag bunkers were blown all over the ground, and the sandbag walls that could block bullets were like children's building blocks in front of the 37 rapid-fire cannon.
Fortunately, there was no pain at this moment.
Hengchi felt his eyes flash, and then black again, and all his senses fell into the boundless abyss with the "pop" sound...
"Bang bang bang!"
The roar of cannon fire continued.
Until the entire street's bunkers were baptized with armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
As if it hadn't had enough fun yet, the armored vehicle replaced its high-explosive bombs with high-explosive bombs, and also launched a round of cleaning at the gaps between the buildings 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 their bunkers one after another, holding bolt guns and advancing along with the armored vehicles. They shot and killed the mutant soldiers who were preparing to retreat with their ammunition boxes, and took back the positions they had given to the mutants yesterday.
.
"Well done!"
The Piltover paratroopers wearing the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton gave a thumbs up excitedly as they whistled at the ceasefire Chimera armored vehicles.
Although he wasn't the one who opened fire.
But the devastating firepower really made him feel good.
The Elf King Fugui jumped down from the back of the armored vehicle, looked at the gray-faced brothers of the Jungle Corps, and showed off with excitement.
"How's it going? Is our new equipment awesome?"
Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "6666!"
Model Worker: "You are rich, brother!"
Elf King Fugui smiled sheepishly and said haha, "The main reason is that our leader's game sells well."
Seeing all the good brothers looking at him expectantly, Brother Chicken, who was dressed in iron pimples, moved his eyes away with a subtle expression and whistled pretending not to notice.
Making money? Doesn’t exist.
Just be content if you can bring the equipment you used to buy NPCs for free! Yin Leina said with a funny face.
"I suggest that guy stay in Ideal City and move bricks, and we can fight the battle."
The roof of the armored vehicle was opened, and the mole emerged from the inside with his hands on the side of the turret and rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"Damn it, do you know where to drive without my command?"
These bitches!
It's no use pretending to be cool and giving orders when the wind is favorable!
When the wind goes against me, I scold the commander for being a cheat and ineffective!
This corps commander is really tired!
Elf King Fugui said with a playful smile.
"Damn it, I'm not bragging, we're not fighting a legion. Wouldn't it be enough to beat these barbarians who don't even know how to repair their bunkers and get into a face-to-face confrontation?"
Several other players also followed suit and started teasing.
"that is!"
"This requires a woolly tactic, and it will be all over!"
"How dare you say that the kick of the accelerator just now was not aggressive enough?"
The mole coughed dryly, feeling embarrassed to say so.
To be honest, he was actually a bit promiscuous. For example, there was no need to rush so far ahead just now. He could just stand in the distance and nod.
But it’s not important!
Force him to pretend.
Just feel good and that's it!
Reaching out and clicking the communication button on the helmet, Mole decisively pretended not to hear the people's teasing, cleared his throat and shouted through the communication channel.
"Attention, all formations, prepare to cooperate with the infantry to advance towards the coordinates of the old settlement site... The old site of Singularity City is over there, be careful of the mutants hiding in the buildings."
Answers came quickly from the communication channel.
"receive!"
There was a satisfied expression on the Mole's face.
It seems that the performance of the Chimera armored vehicle on all fronts is pretty good, and it has not been embarrassed in front of other corps.
However, that satisfied expression did not last for a few seconds, and soon an inappropriate voice came from the communication channel.
"...this is Chimera-3, we're in a bit of trouble on our way to the attack point! Mutant anti-vehicle fire knocked out our engine, and we're now stuck in the middle of the road-- Damn it.
, sniper! Spread out! Spread out to both sides of the street! Damn... these dogs are just playing dirty tricks!"
The squad leader was shouting and commanding his teammates while reporting the situation on the scene through the communication channel. Even if you didn't listen to his hurried tone, it was not difficult to hear just from the clanging sound that the firefight at the scene was intense.
Sniper?
It's such a heavy fog, damn it!
Mole was stunned for a moment, then looked solemn and said immediately.
"Report your location!"
The squad leader quickly confirmed his position on the map while peeking out through the observation window, speaking quickly
said.
"It is 600 meters southwest of the department store. There is a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby...I marked it on the map!"
Mole: "Where's the sniper's position?"
Squad leader: "The sound of gunfire should be to our southwest, and the location has already deviated from the firefighting area.
Domain... I’m not sure of its location! It’s probably in the tallest building, or maybe in the one next to it.”
"Circle the approximate location!"
"...has been updated on the map!"
"Copy that! We'll be there soon!"
After hanging up the communication, Mole reported the sniper's coordinates to the headquarters, then reached out and knocked hard on the turret.
"A brother is in trouble, let's go to the rescue... Damn it, let these guys just sit in the car, they have to sit in the car and show off!"
Midnight Killer strode over with a bolter on his shoulder.
"Do you need our help?"
The mole glanced at his exaggerated equipment and shook his head like a rattle.
"No, no, just keep pushing forward. We have solved the trouble over there and will turn around and come back to support you in a while!"
If you take this guy with you, you will need to unload at least two or three infantrymen and get off the vehicle. This iron body looks really strong, but its mobility is a flaw.
Killing Chicken at Midnight didn't think much about it and grinned. "Ok, I wish you good luck."
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 intense. Especially as Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield one after another, the originally anxious battle situation completely turned into a one-sided massacre.
Most of the ruthless men in the Skeleton Corps are veterans who have just faced off against the regiment's armored forces in the desert. Although it is their first time to fight in street battles, they are not shy when they come to the sudden appearance.
In just a few hours, the Qi tribe lost all the positions they had wrested from the Alliance yesterday, and their casualties reached the total of the previous three days combined.
De Lu was already red-eyed, like a gambler, still shouting at his few remaining men to attack the alliance's position.
However, even from the position of a bystander, it can be clearly seen that the guy's failure is only a matter of time.
Garn has given up on that idiot and is setting up defenses in the neighborhoods near the research institute. If the situation is optimistic, it can probably last for a week.
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But if the alliance continues to increase its offensive intensity, it is difficult to say whether it will abandon the research institute, or even abandon the entire Jinhe City and 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 already...
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, for most people in this wasteland, it is the age at which they have already entered the grave, but his face only has a few more wrinkles.
His name is Arzu, he is an apostle, and like Yule, he is a technical person.
The difference is that his faith is more traditional than Yule's.
The old popsicles in the Era of Rong are much more determined, and there is almost no existence that can make him waver.
If he hadn't distrusted machines, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the sanctuary long ago and become a glorious forerunner.
In fact, until now, he still does not believe in the Holy Land, a castle in the air built with imperfect technology.
Luo Gan is the best proof.
Just at the critical moment when the church was about to complete the last piece of the puzzle on this land, the guy dropped his chain and disappeared.
The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the cause of Luo Gan's disappearance, and at the same time fill in the last piece of the puzzle.
Although he had no evidence, he smelled betrayal from the moment he set foot on this land.
That guy's chip is obviously still there, but it has turned into something else.
He couldn't think of any other reason other than betrayal.
Therefore, those illusory things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect sanctuary in the world.
Lying not far from him, a man with a crew cut pulled the trigger of a sniper rifle, coldly spit out the number "two", and the electronic eye attached to the scope shrank slightly.
In this thick fog with visibility less than twenty meters,
He seemed to be able to clearly see every tiny movement on the battlefield.
Another person held a telescope in his hand, looking at the fierce battlefield in the distance, and clicked his tongue lightly.
"...The alliance has invested heavily in a total of thirty armored vehicles this time, which requires the equipment of a battalion."
It's not easy to assemble so many armors in the wasteland.
However, thinking that the Alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Boulder City, the man holding the telescope quickly felt relieved.
His name is Red Tapir, and he is the executioner of the Tribunal. He is on the same team as Shan Falcon, who disappeared during the previous mission, and is responsible for assisting Arzu's plan.
However, unlike the mountain falcon, he doesn't like to be alone and usually brings his partner with him.
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 wastelander carrying a sniper rifle, causing half of his brain and left eye to be replaced with a prosthetic body.
Probably due to the sequelae of the operation, he now talks about killing people every day, and feels uncomfortable if he doesn't kill people for a day.
No one knows what the world in his eyes looks like, but fortunately the diocese has a lot of "pastures" for him to mess around with, and those who are farmed
The animals won't resist, just pick two of them and kill them for him.
Due to his abnormal brain, Tang He almost ignored him except for the topic of murder, so he always 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 like it's not just the league that's targeting us."
Red Tapir laughed.
"Oh? How can you tell?"
Arzu said slowly.
"The alliance is more prominent in biotechnology. If we can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare, there must be experts helping them."
Red Tapir frowned slightly.
"You mean the corporate people?"
It seems true.
Yesterday, he tried to launch an electronic warfare attack on the Heart of Steel's communication system, but was discovered by the opponent as soon as he started.
He could feel at least two completely different forces staring at him and pounding him, which scared him into a cold sweat and quickly disconnected him.
Almost half of his good brother's brain was burned off.
Arzu nodded slowly and shook his head slowly.
"I'm afraid it's not just companies, but maybe people from colleges as well."
Red Tapir frowned slightly. Academy...
If it was just a business, it wouldn't give him a headache.
Those guys have always been a waiter. If the opponent is not a behemoth like the Legion, it is almost impossible for the Council to use a lot of force right away. But by the time those guys get serious, the Holy Fire has already covered several provinces, and there is no need to
Need to be afraid of them.
But adding the academy is another story.
The fighting ability of those technical personnel is not strong, it can even be said that those guys are not fighting material at all.
However, in contrast, those guys are already ridiculously strong in the technical field, and their tentacles are spread all over the wasteland.
And the most troublesome thing is that few people know what they are planning and what their motivation is for doing something.
To make a vivid metaphor, he is more afraid of the incomprehensible magic than the visible lights and shadows of swords.
Scratching the back of his head, Red Tapir sighed with a headache.
"It's hard to handle... How can we, a few of us who are just making small fuss, lead to a joint crusade from the college and the enterprise?"
Arzupi chuckled without a smile, his majestic face not changing at all.
"for me
It's all the same, sooner or later those bed bugs will die at our feet."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairwell.
Watching his leaving figure, Red Tapir shouted.
"where did you go."
A voice that did not answer the question floated from a distance.
"I advise you not to underestimate them."
Red Tapir was slightly startled, with a puzzled look on his face.
What do you mean, don't underestimate them?
Are they talking about colleges and companies?
He never thought about it, since when did he look down on those guys...
Just as he was thinking this, a buzzing sound gradually came from the distance. At first, the sound sounded like the sound of a mosquito, but soon it became heavier, clearer, and more and more like a propeller.
The roar-
Not exactly like.
And that’s it!
Tang He, who was lying on the ground, suddenly changed his expression. He took his eyes away from the scope and looked at the sky hastily, and cursed out of his mouth.
"Grass......"
Soon the red tapir's expression also changed.
Behind the dense fog, black crosses flew past the sky, and jet black dots were dropped at the same time.
His brother fired two black rounds...
You're not going to join the bomber formation, are you?