Who is this man?

Owen was shocked, and pondered it carefully for a long time, but only then did he remember. The man's name was Hassan al-Jasr and he was an Arab of West Asian descent.

He didn't know what was in the three trucks, but at the beginning of the mission, he had seen Hassan Jasr get into the middle truck, and the company commander had exchanged a few words with him, calling him Dr. Jasr.

Owen didn't know what kind of research he was engaged in, but that didn't prevent him from making the right judgment, an old man in his 60s, with his research team on the battlefield? What is he going to do? This is tantamount to suicide!

"Dr. Just, I'm sorry, I don't have time to joke with you right now, my mission is to escort you and your team to Root Bay, not to send you to the battlefield to commit suicide."

"Lieutenant Owen, you're underestimating us too much." Justil smiled coldly: "Aren't you curious about what's in the truck?" Today, I'm going to open your eyes. ”

As soon as Jasll's voice fell, Owen didn't have time to reply, only to hear a low and powerful jet sound behind him, and turned his head to look, the outer armor of the two trucks in front of him peeled off, and the nearly 18-meter-long rear compartment slowly unfolded like a blooming flower.

Inside the carriage, a row of strangely shaped objects appeared in front of you. They have four thin spider-like legs, feet that resemble eagle claws, and toes and joints that are made up of countless shock-absorbing parts.

The main torso is divided into two parts, one is a ring-shaped load-bearing chassis connected to four legs, on which are equipped with lighting fixtures, and multi-purpose cartridges for firing grenades, smoke grenades, and signal flares. THE OTHER PART IS THE COCKPIT, THE INTERNAL SPACE IS ABOUT 12 SQUARE METERS, CAN SEAT 3 PEOPLE, COMPLETELY COMPOSED OF TRANSPARENT HIGH-STRENGTH GLASS ALLOY MATERIALS, FLAT AND UPPER ARC, THE WHOLE BODY IS SEMICIRCULAR, THE PLANE IS CONNECTED WITH THE LOAD-BEARING CHASSIS, AND THERE IS A 12.7MM SLIDING ROTARY TUBE CANNON ON THE LEFT, RIGHT AND REAR THREE PLACES, WHICH CAN ROTATE 360 DEGREES TO FORM AN ALL-ROUND FIRE COVERAGE NETWORK.

“OH，SHIT！ What the hell is this? Owen couldn't help but burst into a rude sentence, this was the first time he had seen this kind of armed vehicle.

"We call it the Poison Scythe." Justall said triumphantly, in a tone like a mother who showed off to outsiders how good her children were, how great their grades were, how well they were paid, and how much vanity they were inflated.

"Poison sickle?"

"Yes, as ruthless as a viper, and as reaping the enemy as a scythe."

As soon as Just's voice fell, one poison sickle after another stood up, pressed all four feet on the ground, the joints were slightly flexed, and the bouncing system was activated, only to hear a "whoosh", like a detached cannonball, it flew out diagonally.

This jump is more than 100 meters, directly over the road guardrail, and landed on a gentle slope.

The slender legs of the scythe are made of a special alloy and are extremely tough, and the guò is combined with a variety of balancing components to form a self-adjusting suspension mechanism, even on slopes, they are as fast as a tiger and a wolf.

Owen was surprised, only to hear another jet sound behind him, the outer armor of the last truck was also peeling off piece by piece, and the compartment was cracked with straight gaps, like a hive-like module slowly stretched out, lightning flashed, and one drone after another swarmed out.

It is a balance-wing turbine helicopter that weighs just over 30 centimeters, with a round metal ball hanging underneath.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of planes flew out of the carriage. Owen swallowed hard, his gaze shifted to the body, and through the gap in the honeycomb module, he could vaguely see several people sitting inside the cabin, wearing helmet-like devices on top of their heads, with rubber tubes of varying thicknesses stuck into them.

"Brainwave remote control?" He was stunned for a moment, isn't this thing still in the experimental stage? Why did it suddenly come into use?

Jasr didn't give an explanation, as the battle had already begun in the distance. The poisonous scythe made several vertical leaps in succession, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the southern slope, shooting out rows of flames towards places that were difficult to see.

As for those turbo drones, they turned northward, like locusts in the sky, and spread to the northern slope in an overwhelming manner. At this time, the front side bezel of the round metal ball had been opened, and a howitzer-like structure-like structure slowly stretched forward under the central high-powered optical lens.

Then Owen saw an extremely terrifying scene, as the dense firecracker-like light lit up, hundreds of MINI missiles were shot out of the barrels, like a wandering dragon, leaving a series of curved and rotating smoke tracks in the air, and plunged headlong into the top of the north slope.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A series of sounds came out, and rows of firelight surged like waves, and the explosion threw clumps of stone chips, which fell from the sky like rain, and crashed into the ground with a "fluttering" sound.

After experiencing the initial surprise, a sneer slowly appeared on Owen's face: "Kill, kill, kill all this garbage!" ”

……

Unlike Irving's time, for Grant, this sudden change represents a great crisis.

THE POISONOUS SICKLE IS LIKE A SUPER KANGAROO FALLING FROM THE SKY, AND THE 12.7MM CALIBER BULLETS ARE VENTED, ROLLING UP ONE BLOODY STORM AFTER ANOTHER IN THE CROWD.

The entire southern slope, including him, has only 60 people in total, and the 10 poisonous sickles are like agricultural harvesters, leaving layers of "wheat stubble" in the fire. The casualties continued, screaming and blood spilling across the gaps in the stones.

Those were his brothers, brothers who shared life and death and weal and woe. Just now, I was still talking about wine, talking about some of the mood disputes in the early years, and the past. But at this moment, in a blink of an eye, they became a corpse and fell to the ground, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to pat him on the shoulder affectionately, and affectionately shouted: "Boss, come and smoke a cigarette." "The cold corpses.

He had thought about casualties, he had thought about parting, but he never thought that it would be such a one-sided massacre, and a perfect ambush that was originally stable and nine out of ten actually had a shocking reversal.

Why? Why wasn't that thing in the car, but this weird machine that killed people?

"Chief, no...... Oh no, we suffered heavy casualties, and the brothers couldn't stand it. There was a hurried shout over the intercom, it was Walton's voice, and he had placed him on the North Slope as the commander of operations.

"Boom ......"

"Sudden Sudden Sudden ......"

The sound of the explosion and the roar of guns were loud, and Walton's voice was drowned out by a dense rain of rubble. Owen looked up at the scythe directly in front of him. The three machine guns rotated back and forth with the rotating seats in the glass cabin, and the machine gun barrel rotated rapidly, spraying tongues of fire in all directions at a speed of 3,000 rounds per minute.

Rifle bullets can't penetrate their defenses at all, and the glass pod looks weak, but it's actually much stronger than a normal armored vehicle. In the face of rockets, they only need to jump lightly to dodge them safely.

He turned his head and looked at the northern slope again, where locust-like drones were all over the sky, and the black layer was like a deadly plague gushing out of Pandora's box, which was terrifying.

The MINI missiles were like hail, and they were bombarding the northern slope in a sweeping manner, and the rudimentary missile vehicles were like weak sheep with no ability to resist in front of them, and as the flames kept rising, they were blown into clumps of flaming steel garbage.

The smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air. The cries of their comrades, the cries for help of the wounded, the noise coming from the walkie-talkie, these were so pale and powerless in the sound of bullets from the poison sickle.

In just three or four minutes, the original team of 60 people was already less than 20, and the brothers were still resisting stubbornly, trying to buy time for the evacuation of the wounded. However, in the face of these reapers, who are powerful and have excellent mobility, their counterattack is so weak.

"Monroe, go and tell Old John to contact Montgomery and prepare for a strategic retreat!" Grant grabbed the young man next to him and pushed him to the bottom of the slope.

Although it was not that thing in the truck, Montgomery would inevitably suffer a lot in the face of this combat aircraft and small unmanned fighter jets flying around the sky like locusts.

"Chief, then you ......," said young Monroe hesitantly.

"Leave me alone, let's go!" Grant glared at him viciously, grabbed the rocket launcher beside him, and ran towards a poison scythe on his left.

At the foot of the poison sickle, there was a young man who had been shot in the shoulder, a layer of blood glued to his short hair, and a bright red liquid dripping down his shoulder.

It's Joey, the brother of his deceased wife, Serena!

Grant picked up the rocket launcher and pulled the trigger with a loud roar.

When Serena left, she promised to take good care of Joey, at the very least, not to let him die before her.

The rocket pulls out a smoke trail in the air and flies straight towards the target. In the glass cabin of the poisonous sickle, the pilot facing Grant's side smiled coldly, and with a lift of the joystick, the nearly four-meter-high behemoth flew up, dodging the rocket while landing on his right side with a "bang".

When Grant turned his head, a machine gun in front of him had locked onto his body, and inside the glass cabin, the corners of the driver's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Chief, be careful." A rough voice exploded in my ears.

Grant felt a strong surge in his shoulder, his body lost his balance, and his whole body fell to the right. As he leaned over, he saw a tall figure take his place.

Immediately after, the muzzle of the gun flashed, and the tall figure fell straight down, blood pouring out of his chest and spilling on the hot ground, leaving a row of crimson.

"Gray!" Grant choked up and shouted, his voice full of pathos and pity.

As if hearing his call, Gray turned his head with difficulty, a relieved smile appeared on his blood-covered face, and said intermittently, "Chief...... On this day next year, remember...... Bring me a pot...... A pot of old wine brewed by Old John's own hands, and ...... Also, don't forget our ...... Agreed......" The voice faded away.

Another companion died, and as for the poison sickle on the other side, Gray's rifle bullet hit the glass cabin, but only a few sparks were scratched, leaving a line of tiny scratches.

Grant nodded tearfully, got up, and shouted to Joey opposite, "Retreat, split up and ......"

……

As Grant led Joey and the others to retreat, the roar of the locomotive echoed through the small neighborhood of the town.

......With the screech of tires scraping against the ground, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then, the door of the bar was slammed open, and Monroe, whose clothes were stained with large blobs of blood, appeared in front of Aros and the others.

"Old John, ...... Inform Montgomery to take precautions, the information is wrong, and the thing is not in the car. ”

"Monroe, what the hell is going on?" Seeing the blood stains on his body, Old John's hand shaking the cup shook and almost broke it unsteadily.

Monroe wiped the sweat from his forehead with his bloody sleeve: "Alas, there is a new type of military weapon hidden in the truck, and the leader is leading people to resist desperately, let me come back first to report the news." ”

"Bang dang." The cup landed on the bar, and there was a muffled sound, facing the puzzled gazes of Aros and Hausen. Old John didn't care to say anything, turned his head and opened a side door behind him, and dodged in.

Monroe picked up half of the leftover whiskey from the table, poured it into his mouth, and turned very simply to walk towards the door.

Sam jumped off the bar chair, "Brother Monroe, I'm going too." ”

"You can't, stay here." Monroe scolded loudly, his blood-stained face a little hideous.

"No, I'm going." Little Sam turned a blind eye, his eyes were firm and resolute: "I want to go, I must go, except for my brother, you are my dearest and dearest people, I don't want to just watch you die, but I can't do anything." Brother Monroe, I don't want to hide, be a bystander, I am one of you, even if I die, I will be by your side. ”

"Cluck, cluck." Haosen's five fingers were slightly bent, and the small square cup "gurgle". Aros sighed and looked at Tang Fang on the left: "Tang Fang, if it were you, what choice would you make?" ”

At that moment, he noticed that the young man's fingers on the couch moved slightly.