When I went to Xicheng again tomorrow, the Black Flag camp was boiling with the mobilization orders of the gunmen, hundreds of gasoline barrels began to be pumped out of the underground fuel depot and filled into the tank tanks in advance, and the technicians quickly completed the last overhaul before the battle, and the heavy vehicles parked in the trenches were guarded under the chassis, and the heat engine could be finished at any time. The Gunshot is a butcher, but he has to admit that he is an extremely efficient field commander, able to unite the good and the bad into an elite who dares to die.

This is a typical barracks attack, from the knight's order from the council chamber yesterday evening, to the first rays of sunlight piercing the clouds this morning, the Black Flag armored battalion and thousands of coordinated infantry have long been ready to go, even if the city of Mandsville is mixed with enemy spies, it is impossible to transmit information in such a short time, how can there be any signal base station in the wasteland, satellite telephones, can only rely on the most primitive animal power to run or radio transmission, The latter's superficial unencrypted signals are often used by technicians specially sent by Harrisburg headquarters to intercept and disguise information to deliver more lethal errors.

Simon was fully armed with a "welding rod" exoskeleton and mounted an M134 rapid-fire machine gun on his back in a Storik blast car specially designed for his soldiers. The Harrisburg Army Shelter, where the Crusader headquarters is located, has a complete vehicle production line underneath, as well as enough spare parts to assemble several armored divisions, and supporting fuel conversion equipment.

When not wearing the shell armor, the Gun Knight is no different from the Wasteland world's handful of terminally ill radiation patients, as soon as he puts on his trademark brass armor, without any incitement or agitation, the Knight just stands on the M1 tank, and the tidal wave of "Long live" immediately resounded through Mandsville, and the unruly bloodthirsty and manic crusaders willingly knelt down in the mud and performed the beheading salute.

"Cheers to the great gunners!" Essens held on to the turret railing, the megaphone fluttered, and as the gunmen slowly lifted the captain's hatch, they all bowed in worship.

The Gunfire Knight did not take the horn because it would hinder the unobstructed view of his countenance, and at this moment, the shrewd leader would not let go of a trace of grandeur. "Once again, I have sent my chariots to conquer the next weak and useless town, slaughter their lambs, plunder their wives and daughters, and enslave themselves! Once again, I salute my Black Flag Panzers......"

Simon moved his eyes slightly, looking at the black flag soldiers in the heavily armed troops lined up in a parade formation, the four-person car crew looked up at the gods in the real sense like a torch, and the skull black scarf covered their faces, they didn't ask their names or talk about their lives during the journey, there was only one whole, the black flag.

"You are my indestructible spear, piercing the decaying wooden shield of all enemies!" The Gun Knight turned his words and spread his arms, facing an even larger number of ordinary crusaders. "Again, I salute you! All warriors of honor obey the god of blood! You will follow me into the eternal hall of joy of the Blood God! ”

"Hooray!

Banzai! Banzai! "Thousands are like one, a single is always small, from one to two, from two to thousand, this is the most terrible. Whoever they were before, now they all bow down to the most straightforward power of the Gunfire Knight.

"I am your savior!" The thunderous roar of the gunmen reverberated through the camp. "Follow me! You will rise from the ashes! Follow me! You will get what you want! Food! Woman! Shelter! Remember my name! I am the savior of all! ”

Shaped fuel erupted from the tail pipe with a bright blue tail, and the non-slip rubber blocks of the tank's tracks rumbled over the frozen hard pavement before heading out of the West Gate and along the frozen Okeio River toward Marietta, followed by a steady stream of soldiers on foot, who were only the destroyers of pure violence, destruction, and the civilized order, and the builders of the new civilized order.

The "welding rod" exoskeleton is particularly heavy, and it is naturally impossible to show its skills in the limited cabin, and the original team of nine people has to be equipped with five steel soldiers.

In contrast to the other soldiers, who were rewarded by the knights and proved their loyalty and worth, Simon was all driven to the shelves like a marionette by the Thousand-Faced Man, and was full of speculative luck by the head of the Speaker of Mandsville. It's uncomfortable to change anyone, and I see a small soldier suddenly sitting on an equal footing with me.

Simon smoked more than once, but the other five were all sitting solemnly, looking like they were about to be killed, accustomed to army collectivism, and Simon didn't dare to move his fingers. I just have to pay attention.

Simon's treacherous ability to change his face made it impossible for Simon to know if he was going or not, and during the parade, Simon stood beside the gunmen and saw Lindemann, played by the Man with a Thousand Faces, out of the city in a chariot. Simon rolled up his sleeves, and the poisonous purple line in his palm spread to his forearm, and at this rate, he would definitely not be able to wait for the beginning of spring.

Thinking of this, Simon's heart was filled with a sense of frustration, he should have hurried back to Steel City after ambushing the Crusader Warlords, so as to complete the bloodline mission, obtain a stronger and complete mutation ability and then wait for the opportunity to escape, at that time, in the face of nine times out of ten, the Solomon family, who had touched a gray nose in the Fort Kent Vault, also prepared hole cards, and threatened to enter the password identification, Simon had a great chance of jumping this tightrope. As for Adolfina, feelings belong to feelings, and investment belongs to investment, and if she really thinks that Simon is a gold mine, she will have to pay for the mining license.

As a result, he encountered such a series of fatal events in Mandsville, and inexplicably mixed with the close guards of the Crusader War Knights, and if Simon was put into a sniper squad and waited for an opportunity to kill the Gun Knights, Simon would not object. But if it really wants such suicidal behavior, Simon really has no good tricks. Simon had countless chances to kill the Gunshots Knight, and perhaps another bullet would kill Simon before it could hit the knight's eyebrows.

Simon pondered his countermeasures. It is impossible for the Iron Soldiers to be rebelled, even if the three Ramirez in the Black Flag Armored Battalion can get a tank, where can they deal with the M1 tank with the armor-piercing depth of the M60. Four against an entire army is too nonsense.

Somehow

Simon remembered the unlucky Elijah Solomon, imprisoned in the Cold Wind Mine waiting for the rescue team, but was brought into the Hydra Chamber by Simon, who was unhappy without revenge, if Simon had Elijah's resources, he would not have to go to such great lengths to create his own team, let alone live in precariousness here.

Whenever he was upset, Simon's mind would flash like a slide in the battles he thought he would die, the siege of Königsberg, the siege of Frankfurt, South Ossetia, Narvik, if death couldn't take him away at that time, he wouldn't have the ability to do it at this time, even if the scythe really hooked his neck, Simon would have to scold "Not, no!" Then he slashed the blade and threw it into the furnace.

Two special snow removal tanks with turrets removed and replaced with two high-powered jet engines easily blew away the thick snow and forcibly opened up a path for the follow-up troops to advance, and the reindeer sled teams scattered out traced the ice of the Okeio River, following the river, and if they moved fast enough, the crusaders could even have dinner in Marietta when it was dark!

The reindeer sleigh team gradually overtook the large group, and they reached the outskirts of Marietta first, where the snow was piling up in front of the river, which was cleared by the fishermen of Marietta, and this morning they routinely went out of the city to fish, desperately burrowing into the ice and netting a mouthful of fanged predatory fish. As many ice holes were dug out, as many people jumped into them, some ropes were dragged up, and some were so cold that they were bruised to save half their lives, and some could never wake up again.

"Da Da Da!" A shuttle rifle shot the fishermen over the ice, and the hard river ice was only a small eye, and the vanguard had been instructed to hunt down the Mariettas outside the city, and it was better to force the farmers and fishermen outside the city to flee back into the city, and then take advantage of the opportunity to take control of the city gates.

"Bang!" The fishermen did not lose their ground in their panic, and the loaches slipped under the ice, almost in the blink of an eye, and except for a few corpses on the ice, the sled team could not find a single living person.

Stunned, the towering snowdrifts piled up on both sides of the river shook abruptly, and the sharp sound of two trumpet-shaped muzzles wrapped in white cloth "snorted~" and tore through the air, instantly shooting the sled team and the deer into a bloody paste.

As soon as the sledding team behind realized that something was wrong, the river ice cracked beneath their feet, and the fishermen who escaped into the river were already prepared! The rifle wrapped in a plastic bag swept all over the place, and the ice collapsed. Shirtless fishermen braved the waves, and crusaders in puffer jackets dragged into the water.

Strings of foam rose on the surface of the water, and the whirlpool seemed to be calm, and one hand jerked out of the water, clutching at the stone ridges on the shore, ignoring the sharp ice and cutting the flesh and bones. The Mariettas on the shore did not bother to pay attention, and let the water-soaked clothes drag the man back into the abyss.

In less than two or three minutes, Marietta annihilated the vanguard team, and the lean and resolute fishermen were dressed in snow-white cloths, their skin touched the ice and snow, and they disappeared into the gray snow again, and behind them was their home, even if they knew that the mantis arm was used as a car, they would fight to the death.

The "Rumbling ......" tanks weighing fifty or sixty tons rolled their tracks, sticking the icy blood that fell to the ground to the Mariettas, and little by little, merging them with the wind and snow.

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