Chapter 190: The Power of Precision

As early as the day when the xenomorph was sent, the young Asian man who called himself "No. 4" showed the value of xenomorphism in the most direct way in front of Prince Goron.

Number Four swept away a shuttle of bullets, and the Alien didn't even break the top half of the oily skin, and sparks splashed on the alloy armor. He picked up one of the female guards beside the prince and threw it in front of the alien - the beast behaved like a dog that pounced on sausages, biting the female guard in two with the first bite and swallowing the small half of her body with the second bite.

Perhaps because of the fact that the old rival Prime Minister is secretly exerting his own efforts, according to the information that Prince Gelong has, this time only this 101st Regiment and the Special Brigade will attack Monbang. The rest of the political axe army went to fight Mandalay, and from all sides, everyone scrambled to be the first, as if the vegetable market was on sale.

There are naturally strange things in this, and Prince Gelong can roughly guess what the reason is at work. The prime minister has always been a man of forethought, and the fact that a military adviser surnamed Chen, who has no real position, now has indirect control over the troops, should have made him feel threatened.

The young emperor is a piece of meat, as for how to eat it, the prime minister has already calculated.

Prince Goron felt that the prime minister was still not bold enough, and if it was him, what would it matter if he waited until the war was over to clean up that kid?

It was only now that the Prince realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong. Not to mention that it only took Chen Mo just five days to destroy the withering and decaying all the way to the front, what is even more shocking is that he can easily block all the xenos by relying on only two strange subordinates who can't even straighten their waists.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to describe it as a one-sided slaughter.

The green corpse is tearing open the head armor of another xenomorph like tearing the skin of a bean skin. In fact, it wasn't necessary, it just slipped off its finger bones because of the beast's desperate struggle. This made it pause for a moment, as if stunned, and the cloudy eyes that could not see the pupils also rolled upward.

It jumped to its feet, still hunched over like an angry giant tarantula. The xenomorph who was turning around and fleeing was directly stepped on the back, and the vertebrae were suddenly broken in two, and he turned his head to bite the body of the green corpse, but his teeth were broken and bleeding, and he couldn't cause the slightest damage.

The green corpse poked out of its arm, and the layer of rotten flesh wrapped around the arm bones shone a strange patina in the sunlight. Its bare bones were covered in the same cyan, and with the stabbing of the phalanges, the xeno's head became a ball of demonic red paint, and half of the brain was directly gouged out.

The other two giant beasts were quietly hiding behind them, like ghosts. Due to the huge difference in speed, they have discovered that closing does not mean that they can be strangled, but they are still consciously narrowing the circle, and if one is killed, the other will make up for it, hoping to finally rely on the numerical advantage to win.

Chen Mo was slightly moved, and the IQ and self-control displayed by the xenomorphs made him rewrite his cognition of these creatures again. It's just a few dozen, but if it's thousands, how can it be stopped?

"It's all A-class xenomorphs, my dad...... No, when Professor Ronnie was still alive, he had never cultivated so many of them, because the mortality rate was too high. Luo Li whispered.

Chen Mo understood what she meant, but he didn't answer.

"When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic." Luo Si hummed a joke next to him, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not.

The old man had always seemed quite relaxed, like the owner who had just let his dog go for fun. Facing Chen Mo's gaze, he smiled slightly, and the light in his eyes became like a blade, "I'm from Xiangxi, one of those two guys is a bronze corpse, and the other is an iron corpse, I've been refining for many years." This time, I came abroad to help you because I think you still have medicine, don't let me regret it. ”

Xiangxi? Could it be that there really is a corpse in this world?

Chen Mo felt like he was listening to a passage in a martial arts novel, and it was still a very old one, so he thought about it and asked, "You came here, is it the meaning of the Second Department of the General Staff, or your own meaning?" ”

"Both." Luo Si replied briefly, a little surprised to see that he was still standing still, "Is this going to watch a play and see the old?" You still don't give the order to attack? ”

"The city gate is already closed anyway, don't worry." Chen Mo had already put down the two Tyrannosaurus cannons, and the ammunition box on his body was also unloaded, "I want to see how powerful your bronze corpses and iron corpses are, they are too fierce." ”

"It's quite fierce, but it's not the same type as you." Luo Si replied strangely.

Living people are naturally different from corpses, but when Chen Mo heard this, he was stunned for a long time, and felt that it had a deep meaning.

The xenomorphs' strength was all at level eleven, two levels higher than him. If the alloy armor of these behemoths also had a source of interference and froze the Ares robots again, he would have little chance of winning alone.

He couldn't help but rely on robots to fill the huge gap between the two levels. But now the power bombarded by the twin corpses is not even level eight. With the same punch, they are like trained fighters, but they become children themselves. Fast, accurate, and ruthless, these three words were vividly expressed by those two cold walking flesh, and Chen Mo even doubted whether he could block their blows in the double burst mode.

Is this really a dead person, or a living person in a state of suspended animation? The same question that popped up in Chen Mo's mind as Luo Li's.

He still doesn't believe that there really are dead bodies in the world that can move, and they move so vigorously.

The two M1A2SEP main battle tanks finally opened fire, and the shells landed next to the bronze corpse, blasting it into the air. The lethality of the 120mm smoothbore gun is no longer something that the alloy armor can resist, and several xenos are flying flesh and blood on the spot, while the bronze corpse seems to be enraged and rushes towards the tank!

There was a dull sound of iron hitting iron, and the rolling tracks of the tank car on the right began to spin for a short time, crushing the ground into earth and rocks, and the shallow humanoid silhouette was even concave on the body of the car directly in front of it.

The force of the bronze corpse's impact was so violent!

"I see." Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he said something thoughtlessly.

Luo Si nodded expressionlessly, not looking strange.

"Sir! The barracks called, saying that it was ready and ready to launch a general offensive at any time! The communications soldier trotted over and reported immediately.

"Bring your corpses back, you won't need them for a while." Chen Mo nodded to Luo Si as a sign of gratitude.

"Your hind hand?" Luo Si touched his nose.

"Hmm." Chen Mo smiled.

Unlike what Chen Mo imagined, Luo Si neither opened his mouth, nor did he pinch any handprint tricks, and the bronze and iron corpses swept back at the same time as if they had telepathy.

And in the next moment, several brilliant fire snakes had already torn through the sky.

(To be continued)