"Sir, the Mariettas ambushed our sled team outside the city, and they knew we were coming." The gun-gunned listened to the report of the commander of the vanguard unit, lifted the protective case of the telescope, and looked at the city of Marietta not far away, the gray mist shrouded this city-state with a population of just over 12,000 in a cloud of chaos, as if it was unsettling? Perhaps.

Pre-war Interstate 77 did pass through Marietta, but the saturation nuclear strike on the day of the verdict focused on the East Coast of the Old Union, where there was water, there was life, and yes, where there was radiation, there was more and more dangerous mutant organisms. Marietta's old city is plagued by swamp monsters and ichthyosaurs, and it is impossible to expect the Mariettas to be clean at this level, and Steel City does not have so much attention to sweep the ruins of the city along Route 77 one by one, so Steel City has moved the new Route 77 to the right as a whole to avoid the ruins.

As a result, Marietta became the most common class in the circle of neutral city-states, working hard to cultivate the land, fishing and hunting the mountains and forests, exchanging food for industrial goods, and becoming an industrial dumping ground in the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, probably unlike Mandsville, Marietta always allowed the citizens to eat a little more.

The absence of industry meant that there were no strong walls to build and no adequate supply of ordnance. The gunfire knight lowered his binoculars and said into the walkie-talkie, "Well, go ahead." ”

A simple sentence proclaimed the fate of the Marietta people. The snowplow tanks run at full power from jet engines dismantled from old fighter jets, the powerful hot winds sweep away the snow obstacles of the armoured troops on both wings, the crusaders wearing red strips on their heads accompany the tanks, and the snowmobile teams shuttle back and forth, alerting the bazooka death squads that may be lurking in the sparse woods.

Gunfire erupted.

Obviously not falling for Marietta's militia, the gun-masking knight did not throw his expensive tanks into the fight to exterminate the low-value militia, but bluntly ordered the Black Flag Panzer Battalion to open the east gate of Marietta and launch the first round of artillery bombardment, trying to cover the infantry advance layer by layer as soon as possible after breaking through the fortifications.

Marietta's militia, who had previously annihilated a vanguard force, saw that no more crusaders had set foot in the river, and they could not endure such a long snowdrift dive

At this time, the fundamental difference between the regular army and the militia was exposed, and the militia broke away sporadically, and when they heard the sound of cannons at the East City Gate, they suddenly showed signs of wavering, and they either returned to the city to inspect their families, or they wanted to enter the ranks of the crusaders with a lonely courage, and they were not afraid of death and wanted to hold the mortar shells to exchange them one by one.

The fan-shaped Crusaders maintained their assault firepower, with infantry chariots leading the way, and Black Flag minions generally equipped with M16A4s in good condition, which were one of the most common weapons of the Old Alliance that the Allies had eliminated for the Nation Guard before the war.

"Boom!" An infantry chariot ran over a mine on its tracks. "Eyes forward! Mine! The non-commissioned officers shouted that the mine had failed to break the tracks, and that the anti-personnel fragmentation had a small splashing range, apparently a handmade earthen mine by Marietta's craftsmen. If it was an anti-armor mine made by Steel City, one would have toppled this infantry chariot.

"Call the wrecker in the back!" The duty of this group of black flag soldiers is to protect the flank of the main force, and the commander called in to take the front bar of the old infantry chariot and change it into a huge bulldozer obstacle clearance vehicle, if it is placed on the battlefield of two regular armies with abundant firepower, it is naturally an indisputable live target, but this is a desperate and futile unequal battle, and the mine array that the Marietta people have high hopes for is pushed away by the obstacle clearance vehicle with mud roots.

NO SOONER HAD THEY FOUGHT A GOOD BATTLE, AND AS SOON AS THE MILITIA OF MARIETA'S FISHERMEN AND HUNTERS LEFT THEIR POSITION, THEY RAN HEAD-ON INTO THE MUZZLES OF THE CRUSADERS, AND THE 25MM CANNONS OF THE INFANTRY CHARIOTS SHATTERED THE GROVE. "Bang bang bang bang...... "There is a pool of blood in the east, a pool of blood in the west, and the crawler runs over a fluke only to be blown off the lower half of the militia. He was swept under the tracks, howling hoarsely, but the crew didn't realize that the tracks had swept people in, and they probably thought it had run over a cloud of mud.

THE 152MM SHAPED TANK GUNS CLEARED THE FIRING POINTS ON THE LOW WALLS OF MARITA ONE BY ONE, AND MANDSVILLE FINALLY HAD AN ARMORED TURRET AND PLACED A 75MM ANTI-ARMOR GUN, WHICH MADE THE GUN-FIRE KNIGHT LOSE A LOT OF VEHICLES, AND MARIETTA WAS SIMPLY A BAZOOKA, WHICH WAS BARELY ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH INFANTRY CHARIOTS, AND TO DEAL WITH THE M1 WITH EXPLOSIVE ANTI-ARMOR? The crew members didn't bother to change positions, and let the armor-piercing catapult come.

In less than half an hour, Marie

The east gate of the tower was broken, and the gunfire knight saw that the city gate was open, but instead of rushing into the tank, he retreated hundreds of meters back into gear, and the two machine guns of the remote-controlled weapon tower and the coaxial machine gun began to lay the line of fire, and the combat sappers with heavy steel armor slowly moved step by step. Marietta's heavy machine guns in the city could not stop the advance of the battle sappers, and often half a chain of bullets was fired, and the tanks' accurate shelling broke through the air.

The east gate fortress was red, it was the scorching flames released by the flamethrowers, and several gas turbine-driven M1 tanks slowly drove into Marietta, hundreds of ordinary infantry lined up behind the tanks, and as soon as they entered the city, they scattered into the building, and for every point the tank entered, Marietta fell.

"That's it." The gunmen turned the channels one by one, and the Choppers attacked the oil depot near the East Gate, stopping the Mariettas from destroying themselves at the last moment, and the oil depot was said to contain 20,000 gallons of fuel. It is enough for daily use to keep warm, but for the large number of vehicles under the command of the Gunfire Knight, it is the amount of several actions, and the mosquito legs are also meat, which is better than nothing.

This level of combat is not worthy of the Iron Soldiers, and the Gunfire Knight really only has these twelve pairs of exoskeletons in good condition, all of which are reserved for a critical moment. Simon was guarding the Gunfire Tank with a gun, he was not cold at all, and the shaped bag of the "welding rod" provided a constant temperature. Through the howl of the snow curtain and wind, he could clearly see the fire in the city, the citizens crying and being killed, and four days and four nights after the destruction of the city by Mandsville, the gunmen knights issued a rectification and restraint order, and they were no longer allowed to kill those citizens who were going to be sold as slaves in the spring. By the time the order was given, the city of 20,000 had already had half a population short.

The purple thread on his arm crept up, and Simon turned his head to look at the tank in the center, where the turret side was painted with brass skull insignia. He had an AT4 bazooka at hand, and all he needed was an armor-piercing bullet, and the gunmen who was sure to be in the captain's seat would be burned to death by the metal jet. Simon didn't care what fate Mariettari's people would suffer, he just wondered what kind of secondary abilities he would have developed if he did bring the head of the gunman Ludendorff to Hedra.

This is not his pain.

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