Chapter seven hundred and thirtieth: The strong man breaks his wrist
He was hit with more than a dozen shots in a row, but there was no result except bright silver sparks.
At this time, the two realized that the armor of the silver mecha was too thick, and the effect of ordinary firearms was not very obvious, and they did not have large-caliber Gauss rifles in their hands. After all, they were in the air force and could rarely fight at close range.
But this did not trouble them. They pulled out a short blade from the weapon box at their waist. This short blade made of high-density alloy was very sharp. With a little force, it could still cut through the silver mecha.
Seeing that the silver mecha had been motionless for such a long time, it seemed that he had passed out in the explosion just now, so the two of them swaggered away, preparing to easily harvest his life.
Yuan Chonghuan took a look and realized that this was not possible. What if the opponent was Winter? Then he would lose a comrade, and his task would not become more difficult.
In order to protect his life, Yuan Chonghuan jumped up from where he was lying on the sand, pointed his five-eyed fire gun at one of the yellow mechas, and fired five orange tracking bombs.
The orange bomb the size of a ping pong ball dragged its tail flame and drew a curved path in the air. Before the yellow mecha could react, it hit the back of it.
boom……
After five consecutive blasts, the dense fire quickly dissipated, and the yellow mecha was scorched and torn into pieces.
The other yellow mecha was startled. He immediately lay down on the ground, raised his gun and shot at Yuan Chonghuan.
The bullets clanked against the ancient-style armor, but they were also ineffective against him for a short period of time.
I saw Yuan Chonghuan calmly aiming the five-eyed fire gun at the remaining yellow mecha. The latter jumped up from the sand in an instant, turned around and ran away into the distance.
Unfortunately, before he could run very far, five orange light bombs caught up with him and blew him into pieces.
After eliminating the enemy, Yuan Chonghuan ran to the silver mecha and groped for his head.
As if he touched some button, the silver mecha's helmet separated from the middle. Yuan Chonghuan immediately looked happy, and suddenly a short blade was pressed against his neck.
"Don't move, which side are you from?" The silver mecha personnel had bright eyes. He was obviously pretending to be unconscious just now in order to deceive the two yellow mechas and solve them in a short time.
"Wait a minute, I'm Winter's friend." Yuan Chonghuan thought he was careless, so he immediately said Winter's name.
The person inside frowned and carefully looked at the man in the weird mecha in front of him, "I am Winter, why don't I recognize you?"
Knowing that Winter was in front of him, Yuan Chonghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief, took off the mask on his face, and said easily: "I was sent by Governor Qin Feng. You should have got the news, my name is Yuan Chonghuan."
"It turns out to be General Yuan, please forgive me." Winter quickly took back the short blade in his hand.
"It doesn't matter." Yuan Chonghuan helped him up, "Since your fighter plane has been destroyed, I will go back to your team with you, just in time to introduce your captain to me."
"No problem, let's go." Winter packed up the supplies and ammunition in the other two fighters, and walked towards the fleet with Yuan Chonghuan.
After many days of harassment by rebel fighter planes, the Imperial fleet was gradually reduced. The original team of more than 2,000 people was now reduced to more than 300, most of which were combat personnel.
But as Winter and others continued to fight with the opponent's fighter planes, and the Lord of Kumu sent air forces to harass them from time to time, no planes came over them for quite some time.
This made Captain Iglu of the Icefield heaved a sigh of relief. He was currently sitting in a tent made of sandpits, with a yellow coarse cloth covering his head.
Sitting on a simple table and chair, with a rough map he had collected in front of him, he felt a slight headache and rubbed his brain.
"Where is the way out? The front is the territory of the rebels, and the desert city is chasing them behind. The map is so rough. Except for the dangers marked on it, there is no direction at all..."
This is why Iglu is still circling here, because the road ahead is blocked and their planes have crashed too many, and it is no longer possible to point them in the direction.
But even if they were to point out the direction, they still had to enter dangerous areas, such as the quicksand area and the soul-releasing area.
"captain."
"Come in."
A rough report came from outside. At Igru's signal, a short and stocky silver mecha walked into the camp. Different from the streamlined style of other mechas, the silver mecha on his body was engraved with gorgeous patterns.
, similar to ancient scale armor.
"Bang hammer? Did you find anything?" Igru pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a little tired and depressed. Not only were the personnel scarce, but the equipment was also damaged a lot, so he could only use the fighter crews as marines.
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"1,000 meters in front of us, the rebel army established an interception line. We observed that they have 1,000 people and 50 tanks." Ban Zhui answered in a clear tone.
But hearing such a reply made Igru frown even more tightly. Although the opponent's fighter planes were gone, their search force had roughly confirmed their range.
And the distance is so close, it won't take long to find them.
Only a strong man can cut off his wrist...
After sighing slightly, Iglu said: "Bai Zhui, you lead 100 soldiers to attack the rebels and lead them elsewhere."
Ban Zhui was stunned, was he abandoning them?
But in the face of the captain's order, Banzhui could only obey. After all, he was a soldier of the empire. The empire treated disobedient soldiers very harshly. If one person committed a crime, the whole family would be imprisoned. He did not want his family members in the empire to go to prison.
There was no hope from now on.
"Yes." Ban Zhui ran out of the camp and mobilized 100 imperial soldiers to rush towards the rebel army on the opposite side.
Soon there was the sound of gunfire, and then their voices became farther and farther away until they were inaudible.
At this time, Iglu, who had his eyes closed, opened them with a calm look in his eyes, "Give me my order and move forward quickly."
While Ban Zhui and others were fighting and retreating, Iglu had already led the remaining people through the rebel army's original defense area.
"Everyone, fight to the death for the empire..." Ban Hammer shouted as he pulled the trigger, surrounded by the crisp sound of gunfire and artillery.
Occasionally, several shells would land on the dark green land combat mecha, causing it to shatter on the spot. On the contrary, facing the opponent's large-caliber firearms, the land combat mecha could resist dozens of hits.
In contrast, the high-explosive bullets fired by the Gauss rifles in the hands of the Marines often destroy the opponent's inferior armor in an instant, cutting off their flesh and blood.
Even their fragile tanks were riddled with craters by high-explosive bullets. Once they were hit at a weak point, not even the tanks could escape the fate of being destroyed.
But the number of the rebels was ten times theirs. If the quality was not enough, they had to rely on quantity. It would be extremely difficult for Banhammer to reverse their fate of not being wiped out.