The number of townspeople gathered has reached seven or eight hundred, which is several times that of the first company. However, with the cold weapons they have for cutting wood and turning over the ground and the hot weapons from the last century, they can still deal with the Federation.
Sheriff and local police.
Compared with the nobles and civil servants in the office buildings of the main planet of the Tyran Empire, the people of the colonies have honed their perseverance and fearlessness in their struggle with nature.
There is little information here, and the power of the power armor and the federal government's massacre policy against the Revolutionary Party are not yet known to the ignorant villagers in the remote areas.
"So, you are a 'revolutionary'? And all you want is to get Loon Town out of the control of the federal government, or to gain more autonomy?" Warfield's face was twitching. He didn't want to talk to the civilians.
shot.
The representative of Loen Town shook his head: "We are not revolutionaries, we just want freedom."
"Listen, I sympathize with what you're going through, but as a Marine who feeds the government, I swore an oath to protect every federal citizen and eliminate any insurrectionists who seek to separate the Union," Warfield said.
"I give you a final warning with the little kindness and patience I have left, put down your weapons, or we will shoot. Think of your family and friends, and you will know how stupid your actions are!"
At this time, under the order of Second Lieutenant Warfield, with each squad as a horizontal plane and each platoon as a unit, the first company formed four side-by-side, closed hollow squares. In the middle were soldiers carrying rockets.
and heavy machine gunners. This formation was used to deal with cavalry in the Middle Ages of Earth. Now the commander of this unit is used to deal with situations where the enemy is from the front and back.
Suddenly, with a shout, the crowd crowded towards the first company. They seemed to be sure that the federal army did not dare to shoot at them for the crime of massacre of civilians, completely forgetting that they could be counted as armed thugs and terrorists.
In Augustus's class, Tom Omo, who had never seen such a big scene, his hand trembled so hard that the people next to him thought he was going to shoot.
"Don't wet your pants, Omo," said rifleman Curt Josephine standing next to him.
"You're the one who peed your fucking pants!" Omo tried to use the curse words he learned from Harnack to give himself more power, but he always lacked confidence when speaking, so he was a bit like a
A lamb was bleating ferociously.
"Josephine, say less," said Augustus.
After another ten seconds, among the townspeople who were still walking towards the center of the square, the one closest to Augustus was less than 200 yards away. At this distance, with the help of the helmet's automatic aiming system, even
Renault will never miss the mark.
"What the hell are they doing? This isn't a demonstration, and we're not police with sticks and stun guns," Leno said on the channel: "Do they really think we're going to turn around and run? Maybe it's a big deal for the sheriff.
It will be useful, but if it really happens, we will be the ones who lose our heads when we go back."
"That's enough, go back! We will really shoot!" At this time, as the moving crowd got closer and closer, Zander Marquez's voice became more and more shrill.
Nearly a thousand residents of Loen Town armed with various weapons surrounded the central square, and more than 200 guns were pointed at Augustus and his comrades. The Marines remained unmoved and uniformly raised their guns and took aim.
Townspeople.
Now we wait to see which side will retreat first or fire the first shot.
Augustus firmly grasped the Gauss rifle in his hand. If these people recklessly attacked him and his comrades, he would definitely shoot without hesitation.
Both sides stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the entire central square seemed to be tense and stagnant.
Suddenly, Augustus also felt that those people had gone crazy. Several modified trucks rushed towards the Marines in the central square from the streets and houses. The townspeople seemed to have rehearsed in advance.
Immediately spread out to both sides to leave a path for these trucks.
The outer frames of the front cabs of those trucks have been reinforced with stronger Presteel. Red copper-colored Presteel pipes and steel plates are welded by melting guns to the original more fragile aluminum frames. In some modifications, the techniques are more crude and crazy.
On wild trucks, steel pipes and steel plates are directly tied to the original frame with thick iron wires.
Ordinary glass windows should also be replaced, because there are always one or two pieces of glass that do not match the size of the window frame.
These Presteel pipes and steel plates are covered with deep red rust spots and brass-colored oil stains, as if they had just been plucked out of the garbage dump. There are more than a dozen scrap metal sticks stuck in the front of each truck.
Sharpened spikes and blades.
The same design can be seen throughout the entire body of these trucks, with extra parts being thrown together incongruously and without regard for overall beauty and symmetry.
There is a spike standing on each axle. At first glance, these violent trucks look like violent metal hedgehogs.
If this doesn't make the Marines realize the danger of these monsters, then the Kemorian Cutter electromagnetic cannons mounted on the front and roof of the truck are enough to show that the other party is not good.
Sitting next to each electromagnetic gun were four or five operators wearing miners' helmets or wide-brimmed peaked caps, each holding a Camorion-style electromagnetic gun.
There were three modified trucks in total, speeding in from the east, west and south of the central square.
After the modified truck passed through the crowd, the townspeople quickly ran and charged behind the truck, using their crude weapons to shoot. This was by no means the first time for some of them to touch guns, and they shot so accurately that some
Two or three bullets hit Augustus's powered armor.
Augustus just watched calmly as the few small-caliber bullets bounced high after hitting the breastplate, only scratching off a little of the silver-gray new paint.
"Damn it, it's Camorian's car. This is indeed something they can do." Warfield immediately gave the order over the communication channel.
"Fire! Soldiers, use up all the bullets in your hands!"
"Shoot! Shoot your enemies!"
In an instant, everyone started pulling the triggers and shooting.
There was a modified truck directly in front of Augustus. If it was not stopped, at the speed of this truck, it would rush into the hollow phalanx of the Marines in a dozen seconds.
At the same time, the electromagnetic gun on the truck fired, but the operator was not accurate, and the landing points of several shells were ridiculously crooked. One of the electromagnetic cannon shells landed more than a hundred yards away from Augustus.
, the spreading light blue pulse wave immediately swept away the land at the impact point, blasting out a crater dozens of feet wide.
In the flash of lightning, Augustus made what he thought was the most correct choice. He avoided other parts of the armored vehicle and only aimed at the right front wheel. Augustus turned on the capacitor safety and drove as quickly as possible.
With high-frequency bursts of fire, the butt of the Gauss rifle hit his armored shoulder armor repeatedly due to the recoil.
At the same time, at least five people on the first shift, including Augustus, took the same approach. Although the fenders of the truck were also modified, they were still unable to withstand the Gauss rifle, and the tires instantly collapsed.
Got blown up.
The truck immediately lost control, but it still plunged into the midst of the Marines. Fortunately, Augustus and others reacted in time and started running to avoid the shooting.
The tires of the other two trucks were blown out in the same way by people from other squads. One of the trucks rushed into the Marines who were dispersing. The truck weighing dozens of tons ran over a soldier who was unable to dodge.
Falling to the ground, a heart-wrenching metal scraping sound and a desperate wailing came from the communication channel.