Severed limbs and stumps flew wildly, blood flowed vertically and horizontally, and the silver threads that heralded death were woven into a web overhead. ARMED WITH A 12.7MM HEAVY MACHINE GUN IN HIS ARMS, GRESHAM FIRED A BARRAGE OF BULLETS AT THE SIEGE TANKS THAT BURST THROUGH THE DOORWAY.

Shooting a tank with a machine gun on a heavy parade? Anyone in his normal sense would call him "crazy", but only Alsop knew that he wasn't crazy, just red-eyed. When the five transformable fighters landed on the ground and smashed the head of the commander of the 1st Battalion of the Military Academy Garrison Corps with several shells, Gresham, who had received a lot of favors from the battalion commander, fell into a state of madness.

If it is placed in ancient times, everyone is fighting with cold weapons, and personal martial arts may boost morale and even cause a backlash. It's a pity that this is not ancient times, and the weapons in everyone's hands are not big blades and bronze spears, and personal martial arts are only equivalent to a flash in the vast sea of stars. This is destined to be an era without heroes!

Alsop pulled Park Young-ho in front of the communication equipment: "Major, haven't the support from the Capital Military Region arrived yet?" ”

"Huh...... ......" The murmur sounded for a while, and Felton's somewhat lonely voice sounded: "Alas...... Communication with reinforcements was abruptly cut off, and the exact circumstances were unknown. ”

Alsop was silent, and after a while, he sighed heavily: "Major, I believe you have also seen the enemy's combat effectiveness, the military academy ...... I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it......"

"I see." Felton said yes faintly, and then disconnected the communication.

Alsop's face became a little gloomy, and he looked at Park Young-ho, who was waiting for his instructions, and was about to say something, when a silver light flashed, and Gresham spurted a bloody arrow from the back of his head, and fell straight backwards.

"Gresham!" Park Young-ho pounced and shook his body. Gresham didn't react. Round eyes stared hollowly at the sky, where the warplanes were coiling, and the smoke of gunpowder billowed into the air, then diluted into dots of flocculents.

In the middle of the tank, a machine gunner jumps. Dodging the machine-gun fire, the bombardment of rockets, and a flying vertical climb onto a chariot of fire. "Woo ......", the locomotive engine let out a low and powerful roar, the chariot rushed forward, the thick tires rolled over the wreckage of the defense machine, and the entire body rose into the air, directly over the bunker.

Park Young-ho stared blankly at the chassis of the Evil Fire Chariot and forgot to shoot. Forgot to exclaim. At this moment, a black shadow jumped down from above, and while his body was still in mid-air, the muzzle of the gun slanted downward, and the flames flashed.

The dense silver light of "Da ......" pierced a circle of plum blossom marks on the chest of the "Guardian Knight", and the blood was like a full and overflowing water, flowing all over the body in an instant.

"Boom." Park Young-ho fell to the ground on his back, his helmet lid open. He stared intently at the shadows that were getting closer and closer.

"Poof." With a muffled sound, Aros landed smoothly on the ground. The two feet happened to step on Park Young-ho's chest, and Yan zhòng, who stepped on the breastplate of the guardian knight, was deformed.

Alsop panicked, sat down on the ground, and scrambled to the side, except for piles of iron filings. Bullet casings are the scarlet blood that flows everywhere.

Gresham's gun rolled out of the bunker, Park Young-ho's gun was at the feet of Aros, and his own gun was leaning behind his back, but he was more and more anxious. The more you can't touch it.

Finally, in a fit of rage, Alsop pulled out his pistol and screamed frantically as he quickly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

"Bang, bang, bang." Small-caliber pistol bullets simply cannot break through the protection of the "Ma Runjia", and have no effect except for a few sparks bursting out.

Ignoring the flying bullets, Aros walked up to Alsop in a few steps, reached out and grabbed his arm and twisted it out, only to hear a scream of "ah" and the pistol fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Where's the lighter?" Aros leaned in front of the huddled face of Alsop, and said coldly.

In such an environment, Alsop could not meditate at all, he gritted his teeth and replied, "Who are you?" ”

"Creditor!" Aros leaned to the side of his gun, and with a "click", he shot a metal nail into Althopou's left arm, which was scratching around: "Say, where is the lighter?" ”

Alsop trembled in pain, and his face was pale without a trace of blood: "What...... What a light machine, you ...... Who are you? ”

The mask was flipped upward, and Aros moved his face a little closer: "Where's the lighter?" ”

Alsop's eyes gradually changed, from dazed to surprised and then horrified: "It's you?" ”

He remembered that the guy in front of him was not the same guy who bribed him with a pure gold firearm more than a week ago. I didn't expect him to be among the people who attacked the military school this time. Since this old guy is here, presumably that Asian kid is also one of the terrorists.

"Da, da." The muzzle of the gun was crooked again, and two pieces of metal were driven into his right arm. Alsop's body shook in pain, and a low roar came out of his throat: "In ...... In my ...... in the jacket pocket. ”

The blood flowed outward along the holes in the power armor, mixed with the blood of Gresham and Park Young-ho, who had lost their temperature, and flowed all over the ground.

"Hmph." Aros knelt down, his knees pressed against his chest, his right hand reached down, pressed the lock, flipped the breastplate open, and then pulled the intricately carved pure gold flame out of the pocket of his military uniform.

As if a hungry addict had been given a "life-saving elixir", Aros straightened up, let the explosion roar behind him, the smoke churned violently, he put one foot on Alsop's chest, took a cigar from the storage box on his shoulder, unscrewed the eggplant with a butterfly knife, put it to his mouth, and then lit it.

"Click, click." After two hard puffs, he comfortably spewed out a puff of smoke, and inadvertently, the muzzle of the gun was tilted, and with a "click", the fire flashed, and the metal nail sank into Alsop's forehead, leaving a little blood red.

"Whew." With a long sullen exhale, he slung C-14's piercing hand over his right shoulder, turning his head to look behind him.

The administrative building of the Lanna Military Academy had been razed to the ground under the bombardment of siege tanks, and the "Celtic" holy sword banner was on the side, cut by splinters, stray arrows, and gravel, pierced, and turned into strips of rags, flying up and down with the smoke and waves of air.

The statue of Colclough I fell to the ground, its body shattered, its golden skin covered in a layer of gray under the smoke and fire, and splatters of blood fell on "his" face, leaving specks of blood.

Duke Yadan followed, and his golden head slammed into the feet of Emperor Kirclove, and half of it was shattered, leaving only a fat right cheek.

The battle had come to an end, and the defense planes had fallen to the ground crookedly, some of them were miserably divided, and the parts and components were sparkling, and there was a burst of "crackling". Others writhe their bodies mechanically, like dying fish in the shallows.

Occasional explosions and sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance, as the raiders and machine gunners were making the final sweep of the enemy's remnants.

…… (To be continued......)