"In the past three years, our combat puppet robot technology has been continuously improved and developed. In fact, combat puppet robots used for exploration and maintenance of law and order, and combat puppet robots used for decisive battles, are completely different concepts.
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Looking at the battle puppet robots in the distance, the saintess of the Nine Nether Sect had her eyes fixed on the eyepiece of the artillery scope, with indescribable surprise on her face.
In her eyes, those new battle puppet robots of the Elanthir Empire were made of steel and protected by a gorgeous magical defense barrier. The weapons used in their hands were the Elantyr Empire's standard large-caliber assault rifles.
They are stronger and more intelligent than the previous combat puppet robots. The only criticism is that they are still so dull and sluggish compared to the troops of other races.
However, the huge number makes up for this shortcoming. They are not devil terminators, they are just a cheap alternative to traditional light infantry.
"Chuchuchu!" Holding a 10mm caliber assault rifle in both hands, scanning and aiming are completely carried out by chips and sensors in the body. With built-in low-light sensors and natural light sensors, these robots can fight in any climate condition.
Not far away, on the other side of the flying bullets, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Shen Sect wearing white clothes, or rather dirty white clothes, were desperately trying to destroy these damn enemies.
The flying sword flew everywhere, blocking incoming bullets, or flying forward rapidly to chop down the puppet robots that were walking step by step in the wilderness.
The Saint saw with her own eyes that the shoulder of a puppet robot was chopped off by an oncoming flying sword, and then the robot fell straight down, seemingly useless.
The next second, a new combat puppet robot lit up the magic defense barrier to protect itself, walked to the front, and filled this loophole.
A rocket passed over these combat puppet robots and enveloped the position of the white-clothed swordsmen team. The explosion shook the ground beneath their feet in an instant, causing the saint who was watching the battle to frown.
"It's good to get used to it. The power of the new explosives is really too great, and it affects a wide area. This is already a low-power version that takes care of one's own offensive echelon." Marvin introduced the artillery of the Eiland Hill Empire with some pride.
Rockets.
In the eyes of the Holy Girl of the Nine Nether Sect, the shock was more than a little bit overwhelming. She saw with her own eyes that a flying boat from the Heavenly Sword Sect that came for reinforcements was sprayed by some tails that suddenly jumped up from the Airanhill Empire.
Fire Tongue's weapon hit him, and he fell to the back of a hill not far away with thick smoke.
Now, she saw with her own eyes what those loud rumbling noises that she had heard in the tent looked like.
Frankly speaking, she felt that this was a complete waste of strength. Fighting should not be like this, at least it should be a violent vent against the enemy, not against the ground under your feet, or even against the air.
But she couldn't say it, because she was inspired by the battle in front of her: she felt that this might be another path, a development path for group fighting.
"The battle here may be over soon. Their defense line has been penetrated. Soon we will move our headquarters forward." Marvin said with some regret.
Because he saw an M4 tank with a serial number painted on the turret and a hollow golden eagle emblem outlined on the side of the body. The magic defensive barrier was illuminated. The artillery sprayed tongues of flame and ran over the soft ground before appearing on the opponent's position.
He knew that the opponent seemed to be finished, and what was left was just sporadic resistance from the remaining strength, which would not affect the outcome of the battle at all.
After all, things went beyond his expectation. A swordsman in white who was lucky enough to survive suddenly jumped up, controlled his flying sword, and suddenly attacked the M4 tank from the side.
This flying sword plunged into the top of the M4 tank's head from top to bottom, directly penetrating the fragile tail radiator grille and damaging the tank's engine.
A flame burst out, as if the flame inside the engine ignited the gasoline in the tank. Within a few seconds, the fire expanded and got out of control.
No one opened the hatch of the tank and escaped, because the puppets inside had no program to abandon the vehicle. They were still turning the turret at the last second, looking for enemies to attack them.
Just like that, the M4 tank was paralyzed in the flames. I don't know why it didn't explode in the end. It lay across the position of the swordsmen in white, burning so alone, like a bonfire deliberately placed there.
Coincidentally, when the saint of Jiuyou Sect was watching this battle, she happened to see the swordsman in white who leaped up to perform his feats.
The swordsman in white who destroyed an M4 tank was hit in the head by a bullet fired from the other side before he saw the result of his victory.
The shattered skull, along with the brains and blood, flew away in an instant. The scene was so beautiful that it filled people with the urge to vomit.
Although the swordsmen's war is cruel, it is still elegant. Even if they are engaged in massacre, they will not deliberately create such a scene.
However, the war in the Airanhill Empire was obviously not prepared for greater viewing value. When a white phosphorus incendiary bomb exploded and a scene of a swordsman in white rolling and screaming on the battlefield with thick smoke appeared, Nine
The Saint of You Sect finally couldn't help but retract her gaze.
She really felt that her stomach couldn't bear it. Fortunately, she had just come out to watch the entire battlefield and hadn't eaten, so she didn't have the time to vomit at this time.
However, she still felt like something was churning in her stomach, and the acid in her stomach might rush to her throat at any time.
"Okay! It ended unexpectedly. The battle here ended with a complete victory for our army." Marvin also withdrew his gaze because he saw a black flag, held high by a puppet soldier, walking towards the white flag against the wind.
On the position where people were just stationed.
More puppets advanced step by step with weapons in hand. Beside them, another M4 tank drove forward unhurriedly.
It seemed as if those men in white who resisted fiercely just did not exist at all. These puppet soldiers did not cheer, nor did they change anything.
They just keep moving forward, making room for the puppets behind them. And the puppets behind them are one after another, almost endless.
"This! This is the war of the Eilanhill Empire!" Marvin made an introduction gesture and introduced the saint of the Nine Nether Sect: "The victory came so easily, I don't even know whether I should celebrate..."
