The boy who first spotted the enemy's vehicle immediately yelled at the top of his lungs, almost losing his voice.
Judging from the appearance, the Killer Can is just like a smaller Ork Dreadnought. The lower end of the cylindrical body is equipped with piston-driven short legs, and there are chainsaws and large guns on both sides.
Of course, due to its size, the Killing Can can carry half as many weapons as the Ork Dauntless. However, the real difference between the two is that the Killing Can's pilot is not a violent green boy but a cowardly grunt.
For this reason, people can often see canned murderers in small groups on the battlefield. The green boy has a bad personality, and after joining Dauntless, he becomes even more aggressive. It is even harder to get them to cooperate, but
Farts are different.
They have been pushed around, punched and kicked by boys since they were born. They have to survive in the cracks, so they are deeply fascinated by the principle of teamwork and often act together in twos and threes.
As a result, they are sometimes more deadly than regular green-skinned Dreadnoughts.
"Commando!!!"
Soon, Meck's roar came to mind, and then dozens of people with iron head cages, chains and shackles, and almost deformed muscles rushed out from behind the defense line.
They are one of Mek's trump cards for survival in the hive city. They are called medicine men. By injecting large amounts of hormones and stimulant drugs, their body functions are far beyond that of ordinary people, but the price is that their brains have degenerated to an almost beastly level.
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Originally he had hundreds of such medicine men, but they were constantly damaged in the fierce battles, and now these are the last batch.
Regardless of whether they survive or not, the Bloodhook Gang has ceased to exist in a sense.
"Go! Get rid of them!!!"
With a howl, the medicine men launched a wild charge. Their arms were replaced by rotating chain saws, and they were just pure killing machines.
Similarly, the murder jars did not come alone, a large number of boys rushed out from their side and soon fought with the medicine people.
"Solve those iron knots!"
The weapons of the Medicine Man pose little threat to the Killing Jars. Their trunk-like bodies are covered with buzzing saw teeth and snapping claws. Oil smoke is coming out of the crudely welded engine block on their backs. Chain saws are cutting them.
Only sparks can be seen on their yellow armor.
The only thing that can slow them down is the corpses on the ground.
Suddenly, a rocket hit a mecha, instantly penetrated the eyes of the mecha's skull, and exploded inside it.
The soldiers cheered.
But there are still at least 5 units moving, and the murder canisters all attack in teams of three. This time, there are two teams appearing on the battlefield.
"Hurry up!!"
Soon, a group of soldiers holding improvised incendiary bombs began to move quickly along the trenches towards the killing machines, and the killing canisters seemed to be aware of it and began to shoot wildly in all directions.
"Go to hell you!"
One of them was a little far away from their comrades. The soldiers who seized the opportunity solved it in groups of five, then ignited incendiary bombs made of glass bottles and liquid flammable materials, and smashed them hard at the machine.
The moment the glass shattered, fire spread, and two of them hit the murder tank directly, and the flames flowed into the interior of the mecha along with the liquid.
A few seconds later, the miserable screams of the Farts were heard. They beat the mecha shell desperately but could not get out.
Eventually, all sounds disappeared, and although it did not fall down, it was completely burned into a piece of scrap metal.
"There's another one! Kill it again!"
The soldiers who succeeded immediately moved to the next target, but the murder canisters were already on guard. They defended each other's flanks and constantly suppressed the human soldiers with machine guns.
At the same time, they fired shoulder-mounted rockets, creating a whirlwind of death in the trenches.
"Pinch Mom! Fuck you to death——"
A soldier saw the opportunity, raised the incendiary bomb and prepared to throw it, but noticed that his murder canister immediately rotated around his waist, and the big gun on his arm fired fiercely.
In an instant, the bullet shattered the soldier's palm and the incendiary bomb, and a ball of fire exploded, wrapping the soldier in it.
“Ahh————”
The ignited soldier rolled into the trench. The surrounding comrades tried to rescue him, but were instantly knocked down by a flying grenade.
The battlefield became increasingly cruel.
"Ouch ouch ouch————!"
A medicine man sawed the chain sword into the machine body, tearing it apart like felling wood, and was then clamped by the murder can with the pliers of his right hand.
The rapidly rotating saw blade first saw off the medicine man's arm, and then saw into the struggling medicine man's belly. However, under the influence of various irritating drugs, the medicine man's vitality was extremely tenacious. It struggled hard and kept
He used the chain saw of his other arm to hit the head of the murder tank hard, knocking out a deep pit, and blood continuously overflowed from the cracks in the armor.
Finally, before dying, Yao Ren drove the chain saw forcefully into the crack created by it, and then the two killing machines stopped moving at the same time.
"Ah! Burn you to death!"
A nearby soldier used his flamethrower to ignite another mecha, and the mecha's shell immediately burst into flames.
It stumbled forward, seemingly unperturbed, and grabbed the soldier with two mechanical claws before he could react.
The sharp pliers penetrated the soldier's chest directly, and his weapon fell off.
The worn joints of the mecha lifted him up and impaled him with a harsh friction sound.
The dying soldier raised his hand, pulled the grenade ring with his mouth, and shouted loudly:
"For the emperor."
The violent explosion ignited the fuel tanks on the ground, and the flames engulfed the soldier and his murderer.
Another flamethrower also focused on one of the two remaining murder canisters. He tried to get closer, but a stray bullet focused on his head and fell to the ground like a pile of vegetables.
The impact of the body and the twitching of the nervous system caused his hand to press the trigger of the flamethrower tightly. The tongues of flames like spears licked in all directions, spreading out like an arc of hell, igniting the three closest ones.
Soldier.
They twitched in the flames, their arms flailing wildly in pain.
The soldiers panicked and scattered.
"Oh shit!"
Meck cursed, even though his brain had been blurred by various medicines, he still saw,
When the soldier died, his finger was stuck to the flamethrower trigger.
The fuel pipe of the flamethrower was pressed by the corpse and swayed back and forth, like a big snake breathing fire.
Soon, two more people were ignited by the fire. The flames burned a pointed cone-shaped scar on the muddy concrete pavement and did not stop until the fuel was exhausted.
And the last one.
"Kill ah ah ah ah!!"
Mek sprinted towards the kill canister at full speed, holding the chainsword high as the mech tried to catch him with its pincer limbs.
The moment the two sides came into contact, a set of blades cut deep into his left arm.
In an instant, the arm holding the iron hook flew high into the air.
The pain could no longer be felt by his nerves, and Meck was completely paralyzed. He roared angrily and stabbed the eyepiece of the mecha's head with his chain sword again and again.
For a moment, sparks flew everywhere, and along with the foul-smelling green-skinned blood, the mecha's limbs trembled.
Suddenly, Meck felt something strange in his abdomen. He lowered his head and saw that he was caught in an iron pliers and almost cut in half.
He wanted to laugh, but blood clogged his throat uncontrollably.
Finally, his hand touched the grenade that had always been on his waist, and the moment he hooked the ring, he seemed to wake up from the drug's paralysis.