"Huh!" The whistling energy shells flew across the battlefield and directly hit the shining magic runes, bursting out a deafening explosion.
The fire illuminated the night sky, an electromagnetic tank from the Elan Hill Empire was burning beside it, and the bodies of grenadiers were lying in a row in the open space next to it.
In the distance, the guardian's positions could also be seen everywhere in the bodies of the sweepers lying on the ground and the remains of the burning destroyer.
Several grenadiers carrying various weapons were bent and quickly ran over the wreckage of a destruction tank that had been paralyzed earlier. The flames on the wreckage of the tank had been extinguished, and there were several other killed on it.
Sweeper's corpse.
"Are you ready?" In a crater that had already cooled down, a grenade trooper asked his comrades through the telephone.
"It's ready!" His comrades gave him a positive answer.
While answering, he had already carried the bazooka on his shoulders. It was a disposable bazooka that could be abandoned after being beaten.
Through the infrared sight, the grenade carrying the bazooka targeted the powerful weapon in his hand at the distant target, and the next second he pulled the trigger for the firing.
A dazzling light bloomed, dragging long smoke, and the rocket crashed from the side to a Destroyer tank crawling forward.
Then a huge explosion started, and the Destroyer tank exploded violently, and one leg was even blown away and landed far away.
"Boom!" Several grenadiers had just left their previous fire attack position, and the Sweeper's attack covered the crater.
The dense energy bomb hit the crater near the bomb crater, and raised a column of mud and smoke. The dust fell and hit the power mechas of several grenades who had escaped, making a weak sound.
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"One of them is coming!" A grenademan leaned on the ground and felt the land shaking, raised his head and said to his comrades behind him.
The comrade pointed his head slightly and handed the bazooka in his hand to the shooter behind him. The shooter inserted the fiber optic wire on the bazooka on his wrist, and inserted the bazooka's sight and the sight on his powered mecha.
Connected together.
With the development of power mechas, the weapons of the Iran Hill Empire have also undergone a series of changes. For example, the sight component is now basically integrated on the power armor, and there is only one indicator on the weapon.
The advantage of this is that aiming fire control is given to power armor that does not need to be abandoned, while missiles, rockets, and weapons such as rifles do not need to be designed and installed with expensive aiming equipment.
This effectively saves costs and improves the combat effectiveness of the troops. After integrating various weapons and equipment, it becomes easier for individual soldiers to control weapons.
After China Unicom was completed, the shooter nodded slightly and then lay on the edge of the crater surrounded by some corpses, aiming the rocket at a Destroyer tank approaching not far away.
Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and another rocket flew towards the target with lightning speed.
"Boom!" Another huge explosion sounded on the battlefield, and another Destroyer tank that was advancing forward was destroyed by the anti-tank team of the Iran Hill Empire halfway.
This time the anti-tank team attracted more attacks. They had just found a new bunker to jump in and avoid them. The dense energy shells fell around them.
The huge air waves blew the steel armor outside the strong power mecha, and the flying sand and gravel hit the armor and made crackling sounds.
"I was hit... bring extra bazooka...get here!" The voice of the deputy shooter came from behind the two. When they turned around, they found that the last deputy shooter who had fallen into the crater was the last one.
All in blood.
An energy bomb hit his body and penetrated under his ribs. Then the shell should have exploded behind him. The explosion energy penetrated the mecha defense layer and penetrated the cloned soldier's
Intestines.
"..." Without saying anything, the rifleman in charge of covering took a bloody rocket launcher from his companion and hung behind him in obscurity.
The deputy shooter who handed out the rocket launcher had already hanged down weakly and fell to the bottom of the crater.
The shooter knelt on one knee, pulled out a grenade from his waist, pulled out the security and pressed it under his companion, then carried another rocket, and pointed a little at the rifleman who covered him.
Just head for a moment.
Taking advantage of the attack interval, the two of them jumped out of the crater and bent down to the back of another Destroyer tank wreckage, which was still burning with small flames.
The rain of bullets that had just stopped hit again, and several energy shells hit the place they had just passed, turning up the soil soaring into the sky.
He pulled off the magazine of the electromagnetic rifle, inserted it back to his waist, and then took another new magazine from the side and inserted it into the rifle: "We are surrounded!"
While he was talking, a grenade suddenly exploded on the way, and a fire flashed in an instant.
It was the grenade that was just pressed under the body and was detonated because of the safety bounce. Obviously, a sweeper flipped the body and was eventually disposed of with the body.
"Have you thought about going back?" The shooter carrying the bazooka pointed the rocket at the army of sweepers who were surrounding him and pulled the trigger.
"What a joke?" He picked up his rifle and sneered at the rifleman who kept firing in the distance, without stopping the firing.
The rocket exploded in the sweeper's crowd, swallowing up the bodies of several sweepers. At the same time, the shooter took off the last rocket hanging behind the rifleman. He did not connect, but directly detonated it.
Open the front launcher lid, pull the same last grenade, and throw it in.
"I'll take a step first!" He held the bazooka and strode the meteor along the way he came. Behind him, the rifleman was still firing, not even looking back.
"Boom!" The huge explosion flew away the sweeper approaching, and the soil hit the rifleman's armor. He also scattered his last magazine.
Removed the grenade from his waist and pulled out the insurance. The clone lifted his mask: "I'll come now!"
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There will be additional updates later, everyone can wait~~~