Jiang Chen swore that this was definitely the most spectacular fireworks he had ever seen.

If you don't count the one in virtual reality.

Billowing smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.

Rockets whined and whined, projecting into the distance like arrows from the sky. In just twenty seconds, three hundred and twenty rockets rained down. Looking at the pillar of smoke that was fading away in the distance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but admire.

"It's a pity that you can't see the explosion effect. ”

Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms, he had already set the combat order just now.

"Oh, yes, there's this thing. Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo's hand, and looked towards the battlefield.

……

Broken bridge side.

The mutants huddled behind bunkers held their machine guns and stood ready to deal with the NAC soldiers' positions on the other side of the river. Yesterday, the NAC men tried to build a pontoon bridge three times, but they were all suppressed by the shells, machine guns, and recoilless guns they had at hand.

Mortars and electromagnetic guns on the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, but it was nothing. All mutants have no doubt about one thing, that is, as long as they persevere, the first ones who can't be consumed will definitely be these stupid humans!

"They will soon be unable to hold on! We have plenty of ammunition, we are stronger! When the cold winter comes, it will be their time of death!"

Standing at the rear of the position, the mutant commander in a deadclaw-skin sewn suit, brandishing the machine gun in his hand, roared loudly at his comrades who were prostrate in the combat position, boosting their morale.

In mutant societies, clothing is often a symbol of strength and status. Only a warrior who has defeated Deathclaw alone is entitled to wear its skin over his body as a battle robe.

"What's that!"

But at this moment, a mutant crouching behind the anti-tank gun roared in a rough voice and pointed his finger at the black dot in the sky.

"Probably their little toy. Don't panic. We have anti-aircraft machine guns and EMP. ”

Muttering rudely, the mutant centurion ripped off the telescope on his chest.

The toy in his mouth was naturally NAC's hummingbird drone, and when an EMP grenade was spotted, the drone fell to the ground like an electrocuted fly, and no one was afraid of these gadgets anymore. When confronted by a drone, they pull off the fuse of the EMP grenade, although the EMP also disables the red dot sight on their firearm. But no one cares.

Mutants don't need to aim, mutants just need to vent their firepower!

The ugly eyebrows were crumbled together, and the commander adjusted his focus to look at the black dots in the sky.

Bang dang.

The telescope in his hand fell to the ground. As the mutants around him looked at him in bewilderment, his ugly face distorted.

"Lie down!"

Roaring, he pounced on the foxhole as the mutants watched in bewilderment.

However, it doesn't make much sense......

Boom, boom!

Rockets rained down on death, and the mutants stuck in the trenches and bunkers witnessed in horror the purgatory-like scene. and his comrades-in-arms and his own flying limbs.

The flames of the explosion covered every inch of soil, plowing the ground as if it were running over the mutant positions, leaving behind a pile of tattered weapons and charred stumps and severed arms. The rocket's coverage detonated the ammunition boxes in the trenches and foxholes, triggering a secondary explosion that left the trench in a blur of flesh and blood.

A round of scrubbing is over!

But the mutant nightmare isn't over yet.

The vortex engine was jetted, and the power armor was the first to cross the river. Sappers ran forward and placed pontoon bridges for tanks to pass. They are followed by soldiers in mechanical exoskeletons and tanks with roaring engines.

There is a steel plate hanging from the chest. Thousands of mutants with machine guns rose from their positions farther away and rushed frantically towards the river. They advanced as they fired. An attempt to regain control of the riverbank. Some mutants even carry mortar barrels to shoot horizontally, and even run wildly with self-detonating nuclear bombs.

And the leaded mutants who hold the power hammer. Unless they were facing the Type 50 Electromagnetic Cannon, they were almost invincible with their armor and resilience, and they roared towards the NAC's position in defiance of the hail of bullets.

However, before they were halfway there, they were horrified to find that rockets in the distance were whizz again......

……

Thick smoke in the distance. Dotted with ruin-filled wastelands, like the tip of a pen outlining the rugged curves little by little.

Rockets continue to rise into the air and then fall, raining down death on mutants in the distance.

Flying shrapnel could not pierce the armor of leaded mutants, but shattered their guts and brains. Even though the mutants' ability to recover is extremely terrifying. But there's no escaping the fact that they're creatures.

In the face of NAC fire, mutants are much more cautious. They huddled in foxholes, pulling their dense positions apart in an attempt to respond to the NAC shelling in loose formation. There are only two thoughts that motivate them to persevere.

They don't have much ammunition left!

It's just the last madness!

However, it turned out to be just wishful thinking.

There were a lot of rockets on Jiang Chen's side, so many that they couldn't imagine it.

Faced with the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the repertoire of the "Stalin Organ". Maintaining an output rate of 40 rounds per minute, 8 BM-21 rocket launchers fired one after another, covering the mutants' positions at a wide angle. At the same time, the First Corps also stopped the offensive under Jiang Chen's order and stopped to enjoy the performance of this explosion symphony.

The screen of the tablet flickered continuously. The continuous artillery fire caused a large number of buildings that were already in disrepair to collapse, burying the huddled mutants alive. Landmarks such as the Jiashi Sports Center have remained standing, but from the outside they look precarious.

The bombing continued for more than an hour, and the entire downtown area of Jiashi was as if it had been run over by a bulldozer.

Somewhat tired from being shaken by the screen, Jiang Chen stuffed the screen back into Cheng Weiguo's hand.

Looking at the firelight on the screen, Cheng Weiguo was secretly speechless.

To be honest, he really didn't expect this old weapon to burst into such terrifying combat power.

"It's amazing. Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo put down the tablet in his hand in admiration.

"How many have you thrown?" Jiang Chen asked casually.

Cheng Weiguo glanced at the pile of empty wooden boxes, and roughly estimated: "About 5,000 were launched." ”

Is it only 5,000? There are 15,000 left.

Jiang Chen smashed his mouth and squinted at the pillar of smoke fourteen kilometers away.

Wait, five thousand?

Careful calculations show that a rocket is $2,000, and 30 rockets are $60,000, almost a BMW.

These 5,000 rockets were thrown.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh.

Although he is not short of money, it is still *** heartbreaking to watch these 166 BMWs flying in the sky!

……

Inside the Jiashi Sports Center.

Bo Yu sat in his chair with a gloomy face, and the sound of the explosion in his ears that could not be driven away made him extremely irritable.

Sitting across from him was Troy, the leader of the mutants, whose face was just as gloomy as he was.

"What now?"

The Church of Dusk helped them blow up the bridge, provided them with a large amount of munitions, and brought information that "a wave of xenomorphs is breaking out in Wanghai City, and these people will not last long".

However, the last one is clearly a retribution.

He didn't know if there was an outbreak of xenomorph tide in Wanghai City, but the group of humans in front of him obviously didn't look like they couldn't last long.

"I said earlier that we should retreat strategically to the west, these people are not easy to deal with. And the businessmen in Hangzhou are better to bully in comparison. Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.

"Mutants don't retreat, and we never compromise like inferior humans. We will shred them up and stuff them in a meat grinder and pour them into incense. Intestines. Troy grinned and said cruelly.

Isn't it Lao Tzu who is sitting in front of you at this moment, and has helped you support you for so long? I really think that with a long head, I am a thing.

Bo Yu sneered in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

Because he knows that this is not the time for infighting. Besides, a few hours ago, his judgment was actually more in favor of the mutants' side would win, or he wouldn't be sitting here.

The NAC soldiers were eyeing each other, and the noise of artillery fire continued. Retreat is definitely not possible, not to mention that leaving the bunker now is a death, even if there are no rockets, it is impossible to outrun the tank with two legs. Abandoning bunkers and waiting for mutants and the Church of Twilight is a carnage.

Is it in a state of exhaustion?

It wasn't the first time he had experienced this.

When he was purged by the gendarmes of the Northern Coalition District, he also fell into a similar situation.

The only difference is that he is not without a glimmer of life at the moment.

Boyu looked at the ring on his hand.

The blood crystal, refracting a charming and dangerous glow in the light.

"When are you going to send your men?" said Troy rudely.

His men continued to die, but his allies had not yet moved.

Looking at the face reflected in the blood crystal mirror, Bo Yu said softly.

"Don't rush, it's soon. (To be continued.) )