Hill thought he might really die. When Sun Rui helped him lift the slightly deformed steel plate on his body, he saw black blood.
This set of powered mechas is not the most advanced mecha in the Elanthir Empire, and it looks like the workmanship is just that.
When he finally breathed in the fresh air with the smell of gunpowder again, Hill could finally feel the severe pain coming from his body.
"There are wounds on your body! But it looks fine!" Sun Rui forcefully helped Hill pull away the armor that was pressing on his arm, exposing his hand.
"It hurts me so much! You don't have to comfort me, I know I'm going to die." Hill felt that he was really going to die, and he felt that Sun Rui was comforting him.
When Sun Rui heard what Hill said, he lifted the mask on his face and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm not comforting you. You really only suffered some minor injuries..."
Hearing his good friend say this, Hill was stunned for a moment, and then he finally plucked up the courage to look at his torso.
Looking at it, he felt that it might be better for him to die. Although he looked very embarrassed, his body was indeed protected by the power mecha.
Most of the blood came from a stone that penetrated the joint of the steel plate, and also penetrated Hill's side ribs. Although there was a lot of blood, there were no vital organs there.
Even Hill didn't think that having an extra hole in this place was a fatal injury that was difficult to treat.
He even felt that it would be more appropriate to tear open the medical bag, use a hemostatic bag to press the wound, and then wrap a few rounds of bandages instead of calling the medics.
"Cover me! I'll bandage it myself!" Hill moved his arms, sat up from the power mecha that had lost its power, and turned back to touch the medical bag on the mecha's waist.
He tore off his headphones, and his messy hair was stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His appearance was not ugly, because he was a relatively high-level demon, not a low-level subspecies.
However, on this battlefield, there are existences that are uglier than low-level demons, so everyone is not surprised by demons.
"You'd better put on headphones...the explosion of the shells may hurt your ears!" Sun Rui poked his head, looked at the position of the attacking sweepers in the distance, and then retracted his head to warn Hill.
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Hill waved his hand, pulled out what he needed from the first aid kit, gritted his teeth and pressed it on his wound.
It was a kind of instant pleasure of killing bacteria with drugs, which made Hill's whole body feel as if he was instantly sublimated.
After a short period of soreness, he was still thankful. He thought he was dead, but looking at it now, he was still relatively lucky.
"If you don't die today! You will definitely get the medal you want!" Sun Rui checked the ammunition on his weapon and said to Hill who was wrapping a bandage on himself.
The medal he is talking about is the Higgs 11 Planetary Service Medal, which will be awarded as long as you continue to fight here for 30 days.
This medal is a memorial and encouragement to other soldiers of the empire, but for the demons, it has another important meaning.
With this medal, you can live equally and freely in the Empire as a citizen of the Empire.
This is a favor given by the empire, and this is the only way for them to redeem themselves! As former enemies of the empire, if the demons want to integrate into this big family, they must do more and better than others!
Before Hill could say anything else, Sun Rui put on the mask on his face, picked up the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, and started attacking the target in the distance.
Even the swordsmen, on such a brutal battlefield, gradually discovered that their flying swords were actually far less useful than the electromagnetic rifles in their hands.
Therefore, more often than not, they are more willing to use electromagnetic rifles to fire and attack when the enemy is far away, retain their own strength, and wait for the enemy to get closer before using flying swords to fight the enemy at close range.
And these swordsmen, after being strengthened by mechas, made up for their own lack of combat effectiveness and became stronger.
The watcher commanders also began to discover that the swordsmen strengthened by iron armor and electromagnetic rifles were no longer the swordsmen of the "Sky Sword Sect" they faced originally.
These tough opponents are as powerful as the grenadiers of the Elanshir Empire at long range. In close combat, they have lightsabers in their hands to attack head-on, and flying swords to sneak attack from other angles. It's simply
It can be said that he is a strong pervert.
After wrapping the bandage, Hill felt that he seemed to be alive. He tried to twist his body and felt that his condition seemed to have recovered a lot.
So he climbed out of the paralyzed power mecha, looking for a handy weapon to help Sun Rui, who was fighting hard.
"Boom!" Just as he lowered his head and looked for his weapon in the trench, a black energy ball landed on the edge of the trench not far away, splashing mud all over the sky.
Hill squinted his eyes, and there was a buzzing sound in his ears again. He really missed the headphones that protected his hearing, but it was a pity that they were broken now.
"There are too many of them! Damn it!" Sun Rui threw away the magazine on the gun, took out a new magazine from his waist and loaded it, then turned back and shouted to Hill: "Help me find your ammunition.
!I’m almost out of bullets!”
"Okay!" Hill didn't hear what Sun Rui said clearly, but he still made a gesture to Sun Rui, indicating that he was looking for a weapon.
He thought Sun Rui wanted him to find a weapon to help, so he cleverly answered "Okay".
"There are too many of them! I can't stand it anymore!" Seeing more and more cleaners on the opposite side, Sun Rui shouted again.
This time, Hill, who had slightly recovered his hearing, heard Sun Rui's shout clearly. He bent down and pulled out his long sword from the floating soil, and made a good gesture to Sun Rui: "Come on.
Come on! No matter how many there are, you and I are here today, fighting to the death..."
Just as he was speaking, a black shadow passed over his head, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the place where the sweeper was.
Immediately afterwards, there was a second black shadow and a third black shadow, followed by dozens or hundreds of such black shadows, passing by the positions where Hill and Sun Rui were stationed.
This black shadow was uglier than the sweeper opposite, as if it came from hell, and was simply a monster in a nightmare. It was also the first time for Sun Rui to see such a thing, so he even forgot to continue firing for a while.
That's a devil dog... a devil dog wearing a... bomb vest...
Seeing these familiar figures, Hill seemed to recall the time when the demons were dominating the world. He grinned widely. We demons, in terms of numbers, are quite a lot!——
Today, Long Ling was finally able to eat something... It's not easy. I have never found porridge to be so delicious.