"Puff puff puff...... Pieces of flying rubble hit his back, and the burning pain spread in all directions, Grant clenched his teeth, and a trace of blood trickled down his lips.

"Joey, Flying, don't look back, run."

In front of him were two young men of about 20 years old, one was Joey, the younger brother of his deceased wife, and the other was the youngest son of Uncle Tang, the king of hawthorns, who were running as they looked back at the poisonous sickle that was approaching behind them, and fear bloomed on their faces.

This reminded Grant of Gray, of his blood-strewn face, of the reassuring smile on his lips, and of his last words, "Don't forget our agreement." ”

Tears blinded his eyes in an instant, even though he was in his 30s, no longer young, no longer angry, no longer full of pride. Even if he was mentally prepared, he had already erected his own tombstone in front of his deceased wife's grave. But at this moment, in the face of the sacrifices of his companions, thinking of their smiles, tears are like unstoppable springs, rolling down.

He hated his cowardice, and as a commander, he couldn't face death calmly, and he couldn't treat sacrifice rationally. He is not a qualified commander. But, damn the bullshit commander, if he could, he really wanted to be the one who fell to the ground, unmoving, staring at that blue with empty eyes.

He turned around and pulled the trigger with all the strength of his body, and the machine-gun bullets rained down on the glass compartment of the scythe, splashing countless sparks.

Inside the scythe, a fierce-looking soldier gave him a mocking look, like a cat playing with a mouse, and fired a grenade behind the three men, watching the flying rubble and mud hit them and land on their heads.

Grant's tears of smearing his entire face were like a stimulant injection for the scythe drivers, and the whole person went crazy.

The "Sudden Sudden ......" explosion exploded behind the foot, and the vibration caused by the bullet hitting the rock came from the soles of the feet. Grant couldn't hear the scythe's pilots' laughter, he could only see their violent faces with a hint of banter.

Not far away, a figure fell, splashing blood mixed with a large amount of sand and gravel scattered, and under the blazing sun, a dazzling red was refracted.

It was Malni, who had an older brother, Mihal, who had been a soldier for 8 years, and in the year when he was about to retire, he was accidentally wounded by a friendly soldier and blew off a leg, and then he was forced to retire and sent back to his hometown in Crotan.

As for the compensation, there are very few, only 50,000. Michal didn't want his brother, who was dependent on him, to follow his own path, so he used the money to buy off the army officer in charge of recruitment, which allowed Marni to escape military service.

In order to save money for Malni to go to college, the destitute Michal dragged his crippled body into the military's drug research institute and became a drug tester, earning a small salary that seemed insignificant in the eyes of the imperial aristocracy at the cost of overdrawing his vitality. Because only in this way can he, who has lost a leg, earn his younger brother's tuition faster.

Since then, Marni has never seen his brother again, just as he has received gifts from his brother every Christmas. That Christmas, he received his last gift from his brother. A check with the eye-catching "10,000 yuan" on it is as crimson as blood.

Marni didn't go to college, because his academic qualifications couldn't change his fate, let alone save his brother's life. In this country, there is more oppression, bullying, and the sad and helpless eyes of the poor.

He wanted to tell Sù Michal that what he lacked was not money, but freedom and dignity, but he could not even find his brother's grave.

Grant looked at Marni's body and muttered, "Marney, see your brother and help me apologize to him, I didn't take care of you...... Of course, if you are lonely on the road, you can wait for me a little longer. ”

The rate of fire of the bullets was faster, and the flying stars splashed up from the glass cabin were like tin foil fluttering back and forth in the wind.

Grant seemed to see the faces of his departed companions, and they were smiling at themselves, so bright, like the warm sunshine in spring.

They opened their mouths and gently spat out a string of notes: "Don't forget our agreement." ”

Grant only felt that his nose was sour: "Ideal ......"

If it had been before, he would sneer at their faces and say, "This thing is too heavy, don't want me to carry it alone." It's just that, at this moment, he can't say anything, and when the words reach his throat, he only leaves a weak choked throat.

The drivers of the scythe may have been tired of playing crookedly, their pupils gradually constricted, their eyes became gloomy and cold, and with a slight lift of the joystick, the slightly reddish muzzle of the gun pointed at Grant, who was still mechanically pulling the trigger when the ammunition was exhausted.

……

The corpses that fell to the ground, the poisonous sickles that jumped like flies, the unmanned fighter planes that swept through the sky, and the blood that splattered everywhere......

Looking at the war scenes flashing quickly on the monitor, Just, who was dressed in a decent suit and had waxed evenly and finely, was sitting on the leather sofa in the command room of the truck at this time, shaking the special brewed brandy in the goblet in his right hand, humming a local song that no one could understand, and enjoying the pleasure brought to him by the "poisonous sickle" and "poisonous locust" with a comfortable face.

These two weapons are his proud inventions, looking at the combat weapons that jump vertically and horizontally, flying all over the sky, he is like a mother looking at her child, so focused and proud. And, of course, kindness.

As for the corpses that were thrown away by the explosion, and the blood that was splashed like a fountain of blood by bullets through his body, he selectively ignored them.

"Lieutenant Owen? How's that, my kids are cute, right? ”

"Yes...... Lovely? Owen took a glass of wine from his assistant, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Doctor, these are your inventions?" ”

"Well, so to speak." Justil took a sip of his wine and pressed a green button on the trackpad next to him.

In the center of the imaging system, a picture flashes on a monitor with a slightly larger screen.

It is a scene on the north slope, a simple missile launcher composed of pickup trucks and missile launchers lying on its side on the hillside, billowing smoke into the air, flames hunting, and the high temperature refracting the sunlight into streaks of light, like a curtain of water, blurring the vision.

The corpses of different colors collapsed on the slope covered with rubble, some of them had their hands and feet blown off by MINI missiles, some of them had their skulls blown off, and some of them had been shot bright red by shrapnel. Blood flowed across the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was steamed dry under the scorching sun, leaving only a criss-cross of red.

Sporadic flashes of fire were nothing more than the pale and feeble return fire of the few remaining hostile militants. A volley of bullets flew by, hitting the armor of the "poisonous locust", creating a cloud of sparks.

"A bunch of crumbs!" Justil frowned, his face a little more impatient. "Poisonous sickle" and "poisonous locust" are his treasures. As a parent, it is inevitable to feel distressed when you see your child injured, even if it is just a trivial bruise, it is still unacceptable.

At this moment, Lieutenant Owen asked a very uninteresting question, "Doctor?" Why didn't you dispatch these combat units in time when we were attacked? ”

Justsil glanced at him and said coldly, "What does your life or death have to do with me?" ”

Owen's pupils dilated in an instant, and with a flick of his right hand, most of the wine in the cup overflowed. What kind of indifferent guy is this Jasrel, is it in his eyes that nothing else is important except those inventions? The soldiers who fell to the ground around him were all their own people, and they all died to protect him on the truck.

A madman, what a madman, a madman who treats human life like a mustard. Owen shuddered, looking at the brightly dressed Justil in front of him, as if he were looking at a demon from hell in human skin.

"It's not too early, it's time to send those arrogant guys to hell." Justsil said nonchalantly.

"Yes." The assistant in the back said yes, walked to the communication desk, and gave Jasr instructions to the combat units.

Owen swallowed the wine in his mouth with difficulty, and the rich fruity brandy was so bitter at this moment. He turned his head to look at the monitor.

On the northern slope, poisonous locusts gathered in a circle, surrounding the remaining five militants in a small col, and hundreds of swarthy cannon barrels locked onto the target.

On the southern slope, the Poison Scythes also began their final clean-up operation. They leap high and knock down the enemy in front of them, the muzzle of the machine gun pressing down slightly against the target's skull.

As soon as the trigger is pulled, their heads will be like bursting watermelons, opening up a big red ball.

The poison scythe driver behind Grant seemed to know what he was thinking, and with a lift of the joystick, he jumped directly in front of Joey and Tang Feiyang, and the dark turn tube was horizontal, and the mockery on the corner of the driver's mouth was a little more full.

GRANT TURNED HIS HEAD TO SEE THIS SCENE, HIS BODY COULDN'T HELP SHAKING, AND THE 7.92MM LG-301 APOSTLE SLIPPED FROM HIS HAND AND FELL TO THE GROUND WITH A MUFFLED SOUND.

A sense of frustration that was intertwined with powerlessness, helplessness, and incompetence filled his heart, and how many times he told himself over and over again that if he wanted the lives of those two young men, these damn machines had to step over his corpse first.

As a leader, as a commander, in addition to leading them forward, to pursue light and warmth, he must also have the consciousness of using his own body to shield those followers behind him who choose to trust him.

Bleeding is nothing, pain is nothing, and even death, in his eyes, is no different from sleeping. If it was him who died, he could face Serena with a smile, face Gray, face Marni, and face all his companions who died in this battle.

But why, why did these bastards not let him get his wish? The entire team of 116 people is now less than 10 people, and the casualties are 9 percent. His heart was bleeding, but in the face of the current scene, all the struggles were so futile. Hope, the hope that hangs on the lips all day long, at this moment, is like a cloud on the horizon, visible, but difficult to reach.

The driver smiled, like a haughty fighting, raised his head in a haughty manner, and finally sent a sneer at Grant, reaching out and pressing the strafing button of the machine gun.

"Sudden ......" spewed out dazzling tongues of fire.

"Joey!" Grant roared, only to feel a wave of grief and anger in his chest lapping against his heart, his lower lip had been bitten by him, and blood was sliding down the corners of his mouth.

He really wanted to fight with the other party, but ...... Why? Flesh and blood? Or is it the "apostle" on the ground who can't even shoot through the glass shell of the other party?

"Serena, I'm sorry, I ......," Grant said in a stunned silence.

However, he was only halfway through his sentence when he suddenly stopped, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Joey stood not far in front of him, well, complete, and could not be more complete. Next to him, Tang Feiyang sat on the ground, lifted his buttocks hard, and moved back inch by inch.

This...... Does the enemy still want to continue to insult him? Or ...... Are they going to catch them alive?

Grant looked up and looked up, and the scythe was like a drunk man who had drunk high, swaying from side to side.

A silver light streaked, and with a "boom" explosion, a ball of fire ignited where the suspension system of the poison sickle met the load-bearing chassis. Like a camel crushed by the last straw, under the frightened and inexplicable shouts of the driver, the body of the poisonous sickle fell to the ground with a "thud" like a house washed away by the rain.

"This ...... What happened? Grant looked around blankly.

Through the gap between Joey and Tang Feiyang, a person quickly ran at the end of the horizon.

It's Monroe, damn it, didn't you tell him not to come back? Why not listen to orders. He was about to reprimand him when suddenly, a line of color appeared behind Monroe.

"Yes...... Is it them? Grant saw Aroth, saw Hausen, and saw Tang Fang in the middle: "How did they come?" What about the soldiers in power armor next to the three of them? ”

"Boom, boom......" When he was stunned, several explosions came in a row. He turned his head mechanically, only to see that the other nine scythes scattered on the southern slope had suffered the same blow as the scythes in front of him almost instantly.

As a bloated black-armored soldier stepped out of the shadow of the rock, one poison scythe after another crashed to the ground, and the oval cockpit was like a glass cage, trapping the military soldiers in groups of three.

Most of them were huddled together, their faces pressed against the glass, crushed into a patty. Their expressions were even more eerie, the mockery on the corners of their mouths had not yet subsided, and there was already a hint of horror in their eyes.

The only four remaining poison scythes fired countless bullets at a raider, however, the truth is unpredictable, the scene that just happened to them was played out again, but this time, the protagonists were replaced by those black bear-like big guys.

THE 12.7MM BULLET RAINED DOWN ON THE RAIDER'S BODY, THE SOUND OF GOLD AND IRON RESONATING INCESSANTLY, THE SPARKS SCATTERED, AND ONE RAIDER WAS PUSHED DOWN BY THE HUGE FORCE AND SAT ON THE GROUND.

However, just as the scythe pilots thought they had succeeded in shooting the enemy, they rolled and stood up from the ground, and then grenades shot out of the quadruple grenade launchers on their arms, hitting the cockpit in a cloud of silver-white flashes.

"Click, click......" cracks appeared in the high-density glass alloy that the drivers were proud of, and cobwebs spread like cobwebs in all directions.

"Boom, boom." Another dazzling white light, the load-bearing chassis and leg suspension were badly damaged, a shrill alarm sounded, and the flickering red light on the dashboard shone on their bewildered faces like a projection of the scythe of death.

In just a few breaths, the nine poisonous sickles turned into lame men at the beckoning of the Inquisitor grenades, and from a distance, they looked like thin-legged insects on the verge of death, kicking unwillingly.

The driver of the last poison scythe panicked, and manipulated the poison scythe to retreat, and was about to activate the jump skill to avoid the right place.

UNEXPECTEDLY, WITH A "BOOM", A GRENADE EXPLODED ON THE LOAD-BEARING CHASSIS, AND THE 12.7MM ROTARY TUBE MACHINE GUN WAS BLASTED INTO A CLOUD OF STEEL FRAGMENTS. The joystick had already been lifted, but, to the astonishment of the three soldiers in the cockpit, the poisonous sickle was like a gluttonous worm that had eaten a bad stomach and ran through the hut countless times, and his legs were weak. Not to mention jumping, even walking is reluctant.

"How is that possible? How is this possible! What exactly are those grenades made of? Why is this effect happening? The minds of the three of them were filled with countless question marks.

Reality didn't give them much time to think, as several raiders approached from their surroundings, their arms flickering in front of them, and several flashes of light flashed at the joints of the four legs of the scythe. Then, like an old man who accidentally hit his foot, he sat on the ground with his ass.

The driver shook the joystick in his hand, but in response to him, except for the colorful sparks in the leg joints, only a few figures on both sides were getting closer and closer.

"What's going on? How so? Who are they? Where did it come from? A snarky, manic roar came from the truck's command room.

Justil stood in front of the monitor array, screaming like crazy as he watched the images coming back from the Scythe's onboard camera. His well-combed hair was in a mess, and the tie on his chest had been ripped open and twisted aside.

The assistants hid far away, and they didn't dare to take a sip, Owen's face turned a little pale, and the hand holding the cup trembled slightly. Where did this sudden break-in come from? Why save the rebels, and what is the relationship between the two?

"Order the poisonous locust swarm to go to the southern slope, and make this group of guys regret it, regret it!" Justsil turned his head and waved his hands vigorously, his expression stern and serious, as if a soldier had made an impassioned statement to a commander before he set out for battle.

"Bo...... Doctor. A female assistant pointed to the monitor behind him.

"How?" Justsil glanced at her and turned his head to look behind him.

At a glance, he froze. Nine men in power armor and armed with large assault rifles launched a surprise attack on the poison locust swarm.

Streams of silver light shot out from the muzzle of the gun, striking the poisonous locust's circular abdominal cavity with great precision. THE CARBON STEEL ALLOY ARMOR, WHICH COULD HAVE RESISTED BULLETS UNDER 10MM, WAS DIRECTLY EXPLODED, EXPLODED INTO A BALL OF FIRE FILLED WITH RAGING FLAMES, AND FELL CROOKEDLY FROM MID-AIR, FALLING TO THE GROUND AND CAUSING A SERIES OF EXPLOSIONS.

"Only 9 people? Just 9 people want to challenge the poison locust swarm? Jasr picked up the communicator at hand and shouted, "Blow them up, blow them up!" ”

Without his orders, the remote control team had already begun to control the poisonous locusts to fight back.

The flying MINI missiles were like fish swimming under the water, pulling out a long smoke track, which flew towards the nine machine gunners.

"Boom, boom, boom......" A series of explosions sounded, and the flying sandstorm lined up in a straight line, spreading rapidly into the distance.

The stimulant-injected machine gunner is as agile as a jungle cheetah, dodging one MINI missile after another between somersaults and jumps, and every time he turns and rolls, he doesn't forget to throw a flash of fire behind him.

The capacitive-controlled system unique to the C-14 "Piercer" Gauss assault rifle provides them with powerful shooting accuracy. Almost every time the trigger is pulled, a drone explodes into flames.

Justsil stared blankly at the monitor, his left cheek jumping, his right cheek jumping. Every time a poisonous locust fell, he shuddered, and every time a flame ignited, he screamed.

By the end, his face had been distorted to the appearance of an inhuman, and his voice was even more obedient and harsh, like a night owl.

In just a few minutes, 100 poisonous locusts became a pile of steel waste underground. As for the 9 machine gunners, 2 were killed and 2 were wounded. (I didn't hit the brakes this time, the big chapter is 5000+, and I didn't have it at night.) ）