Chapter 99: It's Just Hunting
The entire battlefield seemed to fall silent.
In addition to the four mecha that were still chasing Shen Chengfeng, the remaining twelve beast mecha and warthogs, I am afraid no one would have thought that Sui Jiangshan, who was known as the first mecha division under Romande, would be killed by his opponent in one second.
No, maybe it should be said that it was two blows, and it should not be regarded as an instant kill, he lasted at least two seconds, and even stabbed the opponent's mecha and "bumped" the opponent ferociously.
However, the moment the opponent's ship-breaking gun pointed at the "Warthog", the Warthog mecha, which was stunned for 0.5 seconds, turned around and ran.
The speed was much faster than when they came rushing violently, and he didn't even raise the energy shield, and almost all the energy he could convey was transferred to the maneuver.
The ion cannon barrel on the Tang warrior's mechanical arm poked out, and after 0.5 seconds, the poor "warthog" was hit by a beam of white light, and the ion cannonball that hit his back armor fiercely tore open his back armor, revealing the dense various lines and the slightest gleaming blue arc light.
The "warthog", which did not even make a gesture of evasion, suffered a heavy blow under this blow, and before it could run out of 30 meters, it fell to the ground.
And Tang Wushi, after firing this cannon, did not immediately go to support Shen Chengfeng, who was already about to cramp his fingers, but took the initiative to meet the gang of guys who could only fire cannons from a distance before the ion cannon bombardment of the beast mecha that swept the formation arrived.
"Hold on for another thirty seconds!" This was left by Tang Lang to Shen Chengfeng.
"Rub!" Shen Chengfeng only had time to answer a word, and then he rolled on the ground in embarrassment, dodging the chopping of a "warthog".
The Chu warrior, who was already miserable enough, was covered in muddy water at this moment, and it didn't take long for him to become a pile of metal garbage because no one attacked him, causing a short circuit in the line due to water ingress.
All right! That's a joke, the energy transmission lines that have been used by humans who have entered the starry sky for thousands of years are not only waterproof, dustproof, sunfast, and magnetic, but even have a damage pipe design similar to that on the aircraft carrier on the ancient blue star thousands of years ago. The intelligent repair system, which is automatically commanded by the mecha brain, can even intermittently connect broken transmission lines, if enough time is given to them.
This was also the key to the Chu warriors regaining some of their combat effectiveness after a few minutes of near-paralysis.
However, the intelligent maintenance system of the exploded armor plate is a clever woman without rice, and it cannot be changed out of thin air. And if some important instruments such as the head and chest of the mecha are destroyed, the intelligent maintenance system is also powerless. They are like delicate doctors hidden within a mech, able to connect most of the wires that resemble human nerves, but unable to reconnect the larger physical sections.
This is somewhat similar to the characteristics of the legendary biological mecha, but at the current level of science and technology, the biological mecha with extremely special material requirements is just a fantasy of the moon in the water for scientists with big brains.
The ability to hand over nano-scale repairs that were born from the concept of biomecha to intelligent systems is the pinnacle of today's scientific level.
But just being able to maintain the energy line without problems was obviously not enough to get the Chu warrior out of danger, so he could only continue to escape.
And the fierce beast mecha on the periphery, after completely abandoning the restraints, the Tang warriors with full power chased after them with strange steps, and after picking two mechas in a row, they scattered in a hurry.
Nonsense, the one who doesn't run is the big fool, that one sniped the "scout" mecha with two shots, and then killed the first mecha division under Romander in seconds, and he slipped like a loach, and the salvo shelling of the ten ion cannons has only turned his recharged energy shield a little greener.
Fighting him stupidly and without whirring, isn't it just a clear death sentence!
The remaining ten beast mechs fled into the mountains and forests on four mechanical legs, like a pack of hyenas frightened by the pursuit of tigers.
As a long-range command mecha, Tang Wushi's mobility is not bad for this reconnaissance mecha, but it does not mean that he can rush up and kill this group of mechas that have lost their fighting spirit one by one.
Fortunately, he has a broken ship gun in his hand.
The live metal ammunition that had been held back and saved until now finally came in handy at this moment.
It's a hunt, standing in place, with a broken ship gun in his arms, like a hunter who fights calmly and can't beat rabbits.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Within seven seconds, the Don warrior fired four shots in a row.
With every huge gunshot, a fierce beast mecha fell, they didn't have a scout mecha to resist a shot of armor that was close to level five, and the armor of level four strength was like paper paste in front of the powerful ship-breaking gun of the Tang warriors, and it would be destroyed.
The beast mechs that were lucky enough not to be hit didn't even look back, and scattered and fled at a higher speed.
Tang Lang's seemingly aimless sniping is undoubtedly a huge psychological devastation for the mecha masters in these beast mechas. No one knew who his next target was, they just knew, run, get out of his range, get out of this damn place.
Even if Tang Lang had already put away his gun and quickly rushed to the battlefield where Shen Chengfeng was wrestling with the four mechas, four hundred meters away, no beast mecha dared to stop and look back. On the contrary, after the gunfire fell silent, they all output the power of the mecha engine to more than 120%, not caring that the mecha engine would be damaged due to overload.
Only the living are qualified to worry about that.
It's like waiting for a resident upstairs to drop a shoe, and until the second shoe is dropped, their mind is completely tense.
And the tragedy is that it wasn't until Tang Lang came in the rain that Shen Chengfeng, who was chasing after him, was about to collapse when he had no way in the sky and no way down, and they themselves were angry air pirate mecha that they realized that something was wrong.
These four mecha actually belong to the Nierao air pirate gang, and they all chose to face Shen Chengfeng, firstly, the "Karasuma" killed by Shen Chengfeng was their companion, and secondly, Shen Chengfeng was not only one of the targets, but also naturally easy to bully when he saw that miserable appearance, even if he was awesome, 4VS1 also won steadily.
Naturally, although they formed an alliance to work together, they and Romande's subordinates would never communicate much.
Therefore, when they were concentrating on playing the "game" of wild boar and bunny with a boss who was playing donkey rolling in the mud at every turn, they didn't notice that there was a guy on the battlefield that was in full swing over there, and there was a guy who was fighting against twelve.
And when they found out, it was already a Tang warrior with a spear rushing towards them in the heavy rain, and the other companions 。。。。。。
It's long gone.
The call in the communicator, in addition to a stinging echo, was also like a stone sinking into the sea.
They didn't see that the mecha division that had crawled out of the warthog mecha that had been shot in the head by the Tang warrior was shivering and hiding in the bushes, like a dirt mouse. And the communicator he was holding in his hand was slammed into the muddy water by himself the moment he made the call of his companion.
The stabbing echo heard by the four pale pirate mechs was nothing more than the sound of their feet stepping on the communicator.
The first reload