Night.

Marietta is not a large city, and it is too redundant to invest all the remaining forces of the Crusaders, and in street fighting, more people are not better, the streets can be firmly blocked with only a few rifles, and it is appropriate to clear the enemy strongholds one by one at the squad level, unless they encounter hard bones, the front-line non-commissioned officers will ask the nearby friendly troops to get closer, call in combat engineers, and rely on light mortars and bazookas on call to launch nail pulling operations.

The battle outside the city was almost over when the Crusaders arrived, the ambush circle hastily organized by the Marietta did not crumble, the shrewd commander would always hold the strong reserves in his hands, and the gunmen scattered light infantry and mobile troops to roam around Marietta, hunting the citizens who dared to abandon the city and flee.

The remaining crusaders had already set up camp, each heavy vehicle was tuning its anti-aircraft machine guns, aiming at the demon birds in the sky waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack, the tanks surrounded the camp outside the city, the combined anti-aircraft gunners on the trucks followed the thick crosshairs, and from time to time they fired a string of tracer bullets to deter the birds that were about to move, for the large army, the most dangerous enemies were temperature, weather, roads, logistics, mutant predators, and the enemy.

Simon watched as the riflemen of the Storik blast vehicle carried a "Lake Erie" grenade launcher and fired a flare straight up, and the night sky was reflected as if it were day by the countless flares fired by various units. Even if he didn't turn on the five senses, Simon could hear more than half of the gunfire in the city coming from the AR rifles of the Crusaders, with sophisticated equipment, efficient command system, strong morale, and strict combat discipline, everyone knew that the Crusaders were a swarm of locusts, but no one could deny the strength of the Crusaders. There are more than a dozen war knights under Harrisburg's banner, and only five war knights confronted the main force of the Iron Army on the Columbus front, and the Iron Army has been suppressed. The Knight of the Guns and Fires is in the middle of the pack, so he signed the alliance under the city? There were only city-states with populations of more than 100,000, such as Steel City, Ford City, and Mill City.

THE GUN-KNIGHT STOOD IN FRONT OF THE TANK, LEANING ON THE 152MM GUN, WITH A CIGAR IN HIS MOUTH, AND THE STEEL SOLDIERS GUARDED HIM. "After tonight, the little skirt girls at Marietta Middle School are all mine, hahahaha...... When the time comes, I will also open a Black Flag girls' school to teach them how to please the Great Crusaders. The knight beckoned, and Captain Essens, the captain of the guard, hurriedly handed over the walkie-talkie.

"Ah, it's the Chopper, go, go tell all the bunnies who are besieging Marietta's Middle School, don't use guns when you go in, knock the girls out with sticks, tie them up one by one, remember! With a skirt! Protect your assets! The knight threw down the walkie-talkie, paced in place, smashed his palms, and thought: "Those bunnies are clumsy, Lao Tzu is going to go up in person, let's go!" Lads! ”

As soon as the knight's car "buzzed", the Black Flag armored soldiers immediately followed into the city of Marietta, the east gate had long been cleared, and the fiercest battles took place in the Marietta City Council, the underground granary, and the Marietta Secondary School.

The only cities with the strength and vision to build a university are Steel City, Old New York, the capital of the Empire, and now Long Beach City. The long-term education system that was established restored to a certain extent the legacy of the pre-war world

As we all know, the steel city industry is the best in the wasteland world, and has the ability to independently develop and produce a new generation of light weapons that adapt to the wasteland environment. Although the girls of Long Beach University did not wear plaid skirts, their improved offshore fleet was able to sail farther and catch more sea monsters, and with the support of unlimited prisoners of war and slaves, the infrastructure talent for the Empire's reconstruction of the railroad and the reconstruction of Route 95 came from Long Beach University.

With these two vivid examples, the rest of the city-states also organized basic education as much as possible, whether it was to fill in the army as a commander or to control machinery imported from the Iron City, it was better to know twenty-six letters than to be illiterate who could not even spell their own names.

Marietta City has always had abundant food, Marietta High School has more than 400 children of citizens with citizenship rights, and Iron and Steel University also has an expatriate college, and it is everyone's dream to be admitted to Iron and Steel University and obtain black wall citizenship.

Dreams are shattered and candles are extinguished.

The walls of the secondary school had long since been destroyed by the artillery fire of the two sides, Marietta had not yet reached the specialized school for education, and the main school building was used as a fish storehouse during the winter months, so the building site was particularly generous. After receiving the order of the gunfire knight, the crusaders did not dare to fire at the school building, for fear of hurting the legendary fair-skinned and beautiful schoolgirl inside, and the black and white plaid skirt spread throughout the wasteland world with the steel caravan, which is the ultimate dream of every wasteland man. The battle for the corridor was particularly fierce.

"Hooray!" The crusaders, whose morale had plummeted slightly, heard the sound of tank tracks coming from behind, and the sound of "Long live" suddenly sounded like a stormy wave, and the two steel soldiers popped out their shields to keep the knight impenetrable, and the corpses of the I-buildings were all over the field, there were crusaders in blood-colored military uniforms, and Mariettas in hard-dressed short fights, and the plaid skirt girl who fell in a pool of blood with a gun in her hand stabbed the knight.

"Six of you, lead the team to clean up this building, remember, I want to live!" With a wave of his hand, the knight picked up the M3 machine gun outside the turret and roared at the sniper on the roof of the school building.

Bucktooth Jeff, the deputy captain of the guard, ordered six people. "Put on the heavy armor, you heard the boss's orders, take the pointed end of the halberd, replace the bullet with a blunt bullet, if you do a good job, I will intercede with the boss, and we will also have a Marietta schoolgirl to play! Let them dance for us in plaid skirts! ”

THE TECHNICAL SERGEANTS HURRIEDLY OPENED THE ARMORY BOX, MODULARLY HOOKED UP TO 15MM THICK HARDENED ARMOR, AND ADJUSTED THE OPENING OF THE SHAPED VALVE TO FULL POWER PROPULSION. The crusaders outside the middle school emptied, and the six steel soldiers of the "welding rod" heavy exoskeleton stepped down with each step, and the ice surface that had been melted away by the blood seemed to moan slightly.

Through the narrow slit in the armor plate, Simon caught a glimpse of the militia hiding behind the concrete guardrail, he lifted the rapid-fire machine gun, and shot directly at the guardrail with a shuttle. The rain of rifle bullets slammed into the hardened armor, rubbing off a little paint and smashing a few pits. The advantage of the exoskeleton is this, once armored, the wearer is a humanoid tank, immune to all small arms attacks, even if the regular army, even if it has been specially trained under the chassis of its own tank, it is difficult to maintain composure under the premise that the weapon in hand cannot cause damage.

Bucktooth Jeff was the first to step down the hallway, Young

The hand slapped away the grenade thrown by the militia. "Shield!" Jeff shouted, and a man behind him hurried to catch up, popping out the blast shield, and the halberd with the pointed end mounted in the gap, but the hydraulic boost could still easily penetrate the flesh.

The Iron Soldiers worked in pairs, shielding each other's backs, and the Gunfire Knight, an experienced marksman, cleared out the bazooka players who were hiding in the shadows, and the Iron Soldiers quickly arrived at the first classroom with people.

"Rush!" Simon shouted, the halberd of the manganese steel gun in his hand smashed the teacher's door, and the shield jerked forward, hitting the militia behind the door, and Rolf followed closely behind, his steel foot directly on the hollow chest. It wasn't suitable for a shield indoors, so Simon threw it away for the time being, shortening the halberd. Although there were still five or six militiamen, they came to besiege them together, and they were not two opponents, and in less than a minute, they were whipped by Simon's steel rod and broke their bones.

"Poof~" Simon held the halberd and stabbed it into the eye socket of the militiaman on the sole of his foot, and a drop of blood mixed with brain plasma oozed and dripped down. Dried fish hung from the roof beams, and bullet casings and empty magazines were scattered on the podium. Simon grabbed the edge of the podium with one hand and gently tore it open, revealing several Marietta schoolgirls hidden in the cellar underneath.

Simon leaned down, reached out with both hands, grabbed one of the girls' braids, and pinched them like a chick in her terrible cries. "Pong!" Simon's visual panel shook for a moment. Simon turned his head slowly, and at some point, a short-haired girl with a bloodstained face dragging the fallen roof beams actually picked it up again and smashed it sideways with all her might.

Simon grabbed it with his left hand, how much power can a young girl have? Without the assistance of an exoskeleton, Simon's fighting skills were exercised in the life and death of the war, and it was useless for a schoolgirl to hold a knife in a room.

Simon's steel-blue eyes looked at the short-haired girl's blue eyes, and he thought there would be a hint of sourness, but Simon didn't feel that way. He has seen too much, how many Bavarian girls are in the ruins of the old German land that rebelled against the imperial invaders? Berlin? Lily Marlene? Or the French girl singing to the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the Seine?

When it comes to avalanches, no snowflake is innocent, and Simon, he's an avalanche.

Simon grabbed the short-haired girl by the throat and threw his hands out of the classroom, and the crusaders behind him cheered and passed under Rulin's arms to the gunfire knight's car like heroes.

"Bang bang bang!" Simon's arm into the cellar was hit by several pistol shots, and he was unscathed, but the schoolgirls were grazed in the ribs by ricochets. "Look at the dots! It's all the boss's baby! Rolf reminded.

"I know." Simon dragged out one girl after another who pleaded, struggled, and resisted to no avail, their father and brother had died in the street battles of the Crusader siege, they no longer had men to back them up, they were not Mariettas now, they lost their father and brother, they lost their city-state attributes, from now on, they were the personal playthings of the gunfire knights, the slaves of the Crusaders.

Simon smashed through the wall and walked to the guardrail on the second floor, the muzzle of the Ju Neng M1 tank was facing him, thousands of crusaders were at his feet, the fire and artillery fire continued, he stood on the highest ground, he was like a king.

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