Kelvin took the Raven rifle in his hand, took aim with all his body, and then slammed the trigger. He saw a sandman riding on a speed dragon to make the rest of the charge fall, and only then did he spew out his breath that he had just held his breath

"Hey, man, that's good marksman!" Youyou, who was wearing power armor, praised loudly.

If you can be a cowboy in Xinyumen, of course, your marksmanship will not be too bad - after all, everything that is too bad has already died. And as long as you have honed such a good marksmanship, you can mix well in Xinyumen, and there are plantation owners and mine owners everywhere rushing to hire you.

However, Kelvin still misses the time when he was still on the verge of the galaxy. He graduated from technical school and worked as a worker in a small parts factory in his hometown. The salary is not much, but you can live a good life in your hometown where prices are not high. The factory director is an old friend of my father, who takes good care of himself and is happy to teach him the techniques of mechanical repair and assembly.

Kelvin's dream was simple, to be able to open his own accessories workshop by the time he was 40 years old. Of course, before that, if you can marry a wife who is not beautiful but gentle and virtuous, have a son and a daughter, and serve your mother in her old age, you can comfort your father, a track mechanic, who died in an aviation accident when he was 10 years old.

However, the state-owned machinery factory in his hometown, which had been established during the time of Marshal Li, closed down. Because of their main customer, the Community Deep Space Mining Group, decided to order more efficient and cheaper autonomous mining units from the Alliance, and the Community government stopped subsidizing heavy industry enterprises. The small factory where he worked, because it had been providing spare parts and maintenance services for the state-owned enterprise, of course, could only go out of business.

After waiting for the bank to take away the plant and equipment that he had worked hard to save all his life, Mr. Factory Director ended his life in a secluded small warehouse.

Kelvin was unemployed, and his mother was seriously ill. Kelvin could only afford the most ordinary health insurance, but the insurance company told him that his insurance could not include expensive genetic treatment.

My mother's illness dragged on for three years, and it cost my father the house and pension he had left behind. When the old woman left in the agony of poverty and illness, Kelvin walked down the street in a daze, got on the immigration ship in a daze, and came to the new Yumen Star to become a promising cowboy.

Yes, maybe it's promising. Because the owner is a nice guy. Although he is rude and irritable, although he is full of unintelligible swearing, and although he always calls himself "Ah Kai", compared with the brightly dressed big people in his hometown, the bank manager who took away the old factory director's life's work, the insurance commissioner who talks wildly with a lot of incomprehensible terms, and the government legislators who announced the closure of state-owned enterprises in their hometown, are all more human.

What's more......

Thinking of this, Kelvin couldn't help but turn his head to look behind him.

The woman was applying engine oil to the Raven rifle. Her little five-year-old daughter was holding a magazine and filling it with a round of steel nail bullets. She said that she had been teaching Chinese in a public school, but when the man died, the school was crushed by the private schools that had sprung up like mushrooms, so she took her daughter to the colony to try her luck......

Such a weak woman should be holding a book and a pen, how can she hold a weapon.

The woman seemed to sense Kelvin's gaze and looked this way, smiling.

Kelvin also wanted to laugh back, but was dragged directly behind the cover by a large hand by the collar.

"Poof!" The sand and gravel where Kelvin was originally located splashed, and before he could be afraid, the old man Wang Yougui slapped the back of the head.

"What about the war, the little deflated calf is dead!"

It's coming, it's coming, it's this kind of unintelligible swear again, but it's really warm!

Wang Yougui ignored Kelvin who was grinning at the back of his head, and said to Sergeant Youyou beside him: "Black baby! Will your junior officers come back for reinforcements? ”

"Black, black baby......" Youyou opened his mouth, thinking that this title was also quite interesting, so he said: "I have already informed the chief of the situation here." The rest is up to his judgment. He's a good fellow, we're really in danger and will definitely be back. ”

"Oh, will be back."

"But I don't want him back!" The big black man said again.

"Huh? Not coming back? ”

"It's just such a scumbag, you can't even rush into a hundred meters!" There have been so many battles in the past few days, and all of them won, that the black sergeant is very inflated. Of course, everyone at Station 12 is actually a little inflated.

"Oh, I can't rush ......"

"Can't rush it! Can't rush it! If I rush over, I'll be the first to go up and knock them all into small pies! The big black man patted the power hammer next to him.

Wang Yougui looked at Youyou, and then looked at the enemy outside the valley, and based on his ten years of experience in militia training pacesetters, he felt that what this black baby said was still reasonable. He lifted his "mirror box" and half-tentatively fired a few bullets, and then saw the sandmen on the opposite side retreat with wails after dropping hundreds of human and animal corpses.

No matter how ferocious the fighting nation is, it can't bear such casualties! Besides, they happened to be passing by, and they were not ready to attack at all.

Well, I really can't rush it! It's really stable here! The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly realized that he was also a hero.

And that's exactly what happened. This group of more than 200 sand people was the first and last enemy encountered by everyone in the canyon. The patrol of the Sandfols, who had been lucky enough to find the valley, could not contact their commander at all, and could only wander around the increasingly chaotic battlefield and never be heard from again.

The thirtieth round of shelling has begun on the heavy artillery of the Archie Heights. They set the Great Elder's camp on fire, shelling every warehouse and chariot barracks they could find, and they were also tapping on the anti-aircraft artillery positions in line of sight point by point. The garrison air force, which had been suppressed by the army of the sand people and had been suffocated in Tulong for several days, could finally leave the city arrogantly.

The Garrison's flying vehicle is actually only a Lynx armored airship, a multi-purpose transport boat that can only fly at low altitudes, and can carry ten motorized infantry and their power armor at a time, but it must not fit two tanks or four infantry fighting vehicles. Its speed and maneuverability are not satisfactory, and it is armed only with two Vulcan cannons and a Hive missile launcher.

To put it bluntly, it is said to be multi-purpose, but both the combat effectiveness and the load capacity are only two knives.

The only advantage is that the seaworthiness is good, and the price is quite cheap.

As for the drone, of course, it is not a war weapon carried by a space carrier that is armed to the teeth and can charge against the barrage, but a civilian gadget about one meter long, with a load capacity of no more than 20 kilograms, and can only carry three small bombs or a Vulcan cannon at most...... Yes, this kingfisher drone is really sold in the world after unloading its weapons, and it is a rare star product of the community in the international "high-end" industrial goods market, mainly used for intralogistics and aerial photography.

Of course, the ground-air dual-purpose anti-aircraft guns used by the sandmen are not serious high-end brand goods, and they can be knocked out of the workshop no matter how you look at them, but it is naturally not a problem to suppress these goods.

However, these workshop products, which constituted the first air defense network in the history of the Shamin, were turned into history one by one by the Tulong defenders rushing out from the front and the roar of the heavy artillery behind them.

As a result, the "Air Force," a garrison that had been holding back its grievances in the city for most of the day, was dispatched in this way.

Sixteen airships, forming eight standard combat units, spread out in fan-attack formations, swept past the advancing land troops, and constantly swept away the enemy. The Hive Missile literally resembles an oversized hornet, screaming at all the sand houses, chariots, or firepoints within their range, and then always creating a deafening roar.

Passing by the airship quickly were 120 Kingfisher drones from six drone command vehicles, a third of these small flying vehicles were also equipped with Vulcan cannons, and the rest were all full of bombs - small bombs, also by the standards of aircraft. In fact, this 6-kilogram aerial bomb, the smallest aerial bomb, can create a shock wave with a radius of more than 10 meters as long as it explodes on the ground, and creates the effects of high temperature, vacuum and electromagnetic disintegration within this range. Whether it is a living being, a mechanical body, or even an energy body, it will be subjected to a huge impact.

It took only ten minutes for the Kingfisher drone to pass through the sandmen's military formation, tilt all the bombs down as if they were happy, and then go back to the city to load the bombs and prepare to take off again. The first round of bombardment was quite successful, but the opponent's camp was full of soaring flames and deep craters. At a loss, screaming and rolling, crying and howling in an endless stream. As for the drone side, only three were lost, and it is estimated that some of the fish that slipped through the net were hit by luck.

Most of the sandfolk either died in their sleep or had just woken up to the Shura Hell, where their companions were slaughtered. They couldn't find weapons, they couldn't find their comrades, they couldn't find their commanders, they could only stare in a daze, and then die inexplicably.

"What about Grand Elder Hexon? Where is Elder Hesson? "The lords and chieftains couldn't even find their guards, and could only cry out for the only hope.

"Just now, there have been several rounds of shelling, all of which are aimed at the camp of the Great Elder."

"Great, the Great Elder may have ......"

"No, no, no, the Great Elder is an apostle of God and cannot die! There is no way to die! ”

Regardless of whether these sorrows are true or false, at this time, even the most brainless lords and chiefs know that the tide is turning.

Hanrath, the "king" of Montenegro, jumped on the armored off-road vehicle he bought with a lot of money and was the first to leave the battlefield. He was the first leader of the Sandfolk to flee the battlefield, and certainly set an example for the rest of the group.

The general collapse of the sandfolk began.