The commander opened the hatch and shouted inside: "Load, load, kill that guy!"
"This is impossible, this is impossible." The loader was so frightened that he burst into tears.
The commander took out his pistol and shot the loader in the thigh. His cry of pain failed to arouse the commander's pity: "Fake it, mom! Don't forget, I told you what this was like when I came here.
War, do you think mixed-race war is fun? Is it easy? Is the video good to watch? I look down on people from your family the most. Do you still think you can go back? Fart, you are already dead, die in
The day you press your fingerprints!”
The gunner slapped the loader directly on the face, pulled off the family emblem necklace from the loader's neck, and stuffed it into the loader's mouth: "If you don't die, you can load it for me. If you die, you will never cry like this."
!”
The loaders were stunned for a moment. Their tone was completely different from their usual casual tone. Soldiers who had outstanding achievements and outstanding achievements back then, now felt goosebumps all over their bodies when they said such tough words.
Various hormones have lost their effect, and everyone's blood temperature begins to drop, and the body temperature begins to become cold. This comes from the deepest fear. No matter how much the organs secrete hormones, they cannot make people excited and nervous. Some people can only feel despair.
He bit the badge hard, the muscles in his face were twitching constantly, and the veins in his arms were prominent. He held the cannonball and loaded it.
He had no time to think too much. Any glory, status, and identity were all turned into bubbles at this moment, and burst with the rising blood and flesh.
The cannonball landed on the Yamata no Orochi accurately, because it was too big and too close. The flames caused by the explosion seemed to come from the gap in the barrel or the hatch, and the smell of sweat was thick.
Revelation should be the way for hybrids to fight. It’s just that all hybrids have blood, but not all hybrids’ revelations are within the serial number. Those outside the serial number can basically not be used on the battlefield. The so-called army,
Just like this, it seems that it can destroy several small countries, but in fact it is just cannon fodder.
"Back up, back up, it's going to go back." The commander said hoarsely, "Don't fall into that hole."
"Is that monster an earthworm? Or the legendary desert worm in the Mongolian Gobi?" The driver had never read Japanese mythology.
"Yama-no-Orochi!" The commander swallowed his saliva and let out a long breath.
"what is that?"
"A monster in Japanese mythology!" the conductor specifically checked before coming. "Mixed-race wars have a very strange thing in common. If a hybrid war occurs in a place with historical myths or folklore, the monster in that place must be
There are myths and legendary monsters in that place.”
The driver thought the commander was joking, and suddenly heard a shrill cry coming from around the vehicle. The cry was mixed with panic, wailing, and rustling like a rat looking for food at night. The tank stopped, and everyone in the vehicle stopped.
It was rare for people to be quiet. The roar of the engine continued, but they no longer dared to move. The sound kept surrounding them, as if Tom was teasing Jerry. What on earth was it? Or was it just greedily sniffing the inside of the can?
The smell makes you ready for a full meal.
Something rang at this moment, a piece of music, a phone ringing to be precise.
But no one in the tank entered with a mobile phone!
The captain and his teammates looked at each other, and stretched out their hands towards the location of the bell. A series of strange numbers. It is better to say it is a combination of symbols and numbers. It starts with 0095 or 001, which is usually defaulted to.
Myanmar and the United States, but a number starting with a smiley face is neither a name nor a nickname, which seems extremely weird.
The captain did not dare to press the answer button, but the cell phone automatically answered the call and turned on the speakerphone.
Everyone subconsciously grabs whatever they can around them.
"Food needs to be relaxed in order for the meat to become tender, but people are different. Under tension and fear, the meat will be firm and delicious. Children need to grind their teeth, and you are the best way."
There was a "ding" sound, and the surface of the tank seemed to have been struck by a small hammer. Then two or three fish tails were thrown out of the cage like they were falling over, violently hitting and tearing the tank. The war started again, but this time
Only ten meters away from them, a shell fired by a tank hit the turret of another tank and penetrated the tank body. The people inside died almost instantly, but the mermaid actually opened the hole opened by the shell and got in.
Had a gourmet feast.
Some people got out of the hatch and used external machine guns to coordinate with the gunners to suppress the mermaids attacking the tanks.
A mermaid quietly walked around behind him and straightened up suddenly. Although the fish tail stood in a deformed posture, it was more than two meters tall. The sharp claws directly penetrated the man's body, and he lifted it up.
For example, a fish that was beaten half-dead on the fish-killing platform was cut into two halves with its hands raised and lowered.
Opening the window, the mermaid smelled the smell of blood and quickly put down the can in her hand and rushed towards the tank.
food!
The commander suddenly thought of what was said on the phone and quickly ordered loudly: "Go, go! Don't stay here, let alone go out!"
The size of the tank hatch is suitable for the size of a mermaid, and it is already too crowded for just one person. When he heard the noise, the mermaid, who had no food source, turned around and walked across the ground at an extremely fast speed. When he jumped on the tank, he started to use his claws to attack the tank.
Deep marks were left on the steel parts.
They knew very well that the food was inside, but the harder they couldn't get in, the more aggressive they became. The hardness of the tank made them at a loss. It wasn't until the mermaids used brute force to open the hatch that all the mermaids knew how to tear open the tin can.
For a time, the tank became a fortress that restricted escape, and the battlefield became a purgatory of massacre.
The commander held on to the hatch, together with the gunner and driver, almost breaking his waist, but in the end they failed. The mermaid forcibly tore off the steel connection of the hatch cover, and the commander was dragged along with him.
When they went out, the other mermaids were like creatures without intelligence, jumping down and tearing up the food. One mermaid took the opportunity to get into the tank, but before it could enter the tank, it was dragged in by the gunner and driver, and used its own body to kill it.
Press.
Humans are selfish animals, but sometimes, humans can sacrifice themselves, and they are special soldiers. They suppressed the mermaid with difficulty, and shouted in unison that the loaders should run.
The loader watched blankly as the two men, who suddenly became violent, dragged the monster, surrounded by inexplicable emotions, and escaped from the tank.
The commander was already dead. Not far away, three mermaids were picking at his internal organs and inserting them into his belly. His hands were still stuck on the neck of the smallest mermaid, trying to use his own power to kill him at the last moment.
He took away an honor. But he failed. He was eaten empty. His sternum and leg bones were being chewed into pieces and entered his stomach. They ate everything...except the spine and head.
Just a few minutes ago, the commander shot him in the thigh. Now the commander is dead. In order to protect them, including the two people in the tank who often ridiculed him.
He suddenly understood what his father had said to him: The only people you can trust on the battlefield are your brothers who are fellow soldiers.
But the brother is dead.
Holding his thigh with his loading hand, he limped and ran in the opposite direction. Adrenaline made him temporarily forget the pain, but the deformation of his movements made his running speed slow down too much.
Suddenly he heard something and looked up at the sky. A flaming aircraft was falling. Its magazine had not yet been closed, as if it was struggling before death. Countless high-performance ground-penetrating bombs were swarmed.
And down.
B-52!
The loader closes his eyes.
The huge explosion swallowed him up, and the flames of war stretched for three hundred meters. The concentrated explosion hit the mermaid. The improved earth-penetrating bomb became a nightmare for the mermaid. Even if it was not hit, it would still be exposed to phosphorus and other poisons.
Under the attack of matter and fire, it fell apart.
