In the light of the guns, the golden figure was particularly dazzling, and Nantes's eyes widened, watching the mecha that originally belonged to him crash into the mutant team like a cannonball.

The overloaded mecha roared like a bulldozer, its chest was erected, and its shoulders, arms, and legs were stretched out with various sharp blades.

He didn't have any rules, just ran around, but everywhere he passed, he left stumps and broken arms.

Round after lap, they reaped the crippled and writhing cannon fodder mutants all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the "second master" in the distance fired, a steel-core armor-piercing bullet thicker than a thumb, like a sugar gourd, shattering the neck of the first cannon fodder, the chest of the second, and the belly of the third.

With the support of these two new mechas, the encirclement that the mutants were supposed to enclose was forced to break through.

The old horse pushed Nantes, and he woke up from his stunned state, and hurriedly brandished the "Cutting Melon" knife and strode up to run the meteor.

Nantes's sudden burst of speed and power startled even the old horse.

He danced the war knife into a silver ball of light, escorted the old horse and Liu Lang who were carrying the children and the wounded to kill them, and the "chief manager" and the mandrill responded to the two wings.

Ma Zhan personally led people out of the arsenal to provide fire support, and they finally returned to the mountainside without danger.

Liu Dazhi aimed at Nantes's back and fired a few shots, but he couldn't hit because the kid was too fast. Looking at the mecha warrior armed to the teeth, he reluctantly retreated.

The mutants, under the control of "Thunderson", also retreated. The fire at the gate of the arsenal was too strong, and blocking it only increased casualties, and they all ran to the shooting corner and set up camp.

When it was dawn, everything was calm, and only the corpses on the ground testified to the battle that had taken place last night.

Back to safety, Liu Lang carried Xiao Yang into the warehouse, and the medical officer of the arsenal gave him medicine, and according to his request, let him lie side by side with Kan Shuxin, who was unconscious.

Xiao Yang beckoned lightly and called Zhang Chuanliu over.

The child was sensible, looking at the wounds and blood stains on his mother's body, and couldn't help crying and calling softly.

Kan Shuxin didn't wake up, but Xiao Yang looked very relieved, and his eyes were foggy.

Nantes was full of apologies, it was Sister Hua who didn't want to be treated, otherwise she would have woken up by this time. Now I felt sad when I saw this scene, rubbed my eyelids, and turned around and walked out of the door of the warehouse.

As soon as I looked up when I went out, there happened to be a golden figure in front of me, washing the bloody flesh in the cracks of the mecha.

Nantes carried the knife over, half-jokingly and half-inquisitively, and put the long knife on the shoulder of the mecha: "Old man, I didn't expect you to be good, but the fighting style is too waveful, don't play my mecha badly!" ”

The mecha warrior stretched out his hand and flicked away the long knife, took off his helmet, and his long hair made Nantes dumbfounded, and it was Ma Xiaoxuan standing in front of him.

The little girl had not yet calmed down from the excitement of the battle just now, and jumped up and down to put her arms around Nantes: "Brother Nantes, how do you see how I behaved just now?" ”

"Uh, it's amazing, it's super, it's invincible, it's amazing......" Nantes said incoherently, her mind going blank.

Ma Xiaoxuan disarmed, found a soldier to help her continue to flush the mecha, and hung herself on Nantes's shoulder to tell her story.

It turned out that Liu Dazhi was afraid that Nantes would not come, so he used Zhang Chuanliu's clothes as stationery with an iron hand, wrote a blood book and threw it down from the crack.

The clothes were picked up by the people in the arsenal and sent directly to the "second master". The two women guarding the storeroom immediately guessed the situation.

The temper of the "second master" was hot, and he threw down the blood book and ran out, Ma Xiaoxuan followed closely behind, and even Kan Shuxin, who was seriously injured and unconscious, didn't care.

ran to the transformation workshop to put on the mecha, and the "second master" saw that the other people's mecha was no longer there, and knew that they were hiding from themselves to take the first step, so she was furious.

Ma Xiaoxuan stuck out her tongue and skillfully put on Nantes's mecha, when Old Man Ma got the mecha, it was transformed for her granddaughter, and she tried it on more times than Nantes.

The situation was urgent, and the "second master" didn't care about what to say, so he took the lead in killing it, which was just right and saved everyone.

Nantes looked at the shorter mecha, and found that there was a lifting and adjusting device on the ribs, and she was depressed for a while, if this mecha belonged to Ma Xiaoxuan, what would she wear?

The little girl did not have the ability to observe words and feelings, and when she saw Nantes's uncertain face, she thought that he was tired, and asked someone to bring some food.

Nantes was indeed hungry, and beckoned the pests to come over to eat, Ma Xiaoxuan saw a few big men eating Hesai, felt that the food was not enough, and personally went to the canteen to urge food.

With no outsiders, Nantes finally voiced her concerns with a frown.

"Mandrill" stuffed his mouth with food, and he couldn't help but express his opinion, he instigated Nantes to grab it directly, anyway, it was a mecha that belonged to him.

Nantes shook his head, if it was someone else, maybe he would have robbed it if he played a trick. But now let him face Ma Xiaoxuan, an adolescent girl who boldly showed love to him, he couldn't open his mouth.

"Why don't I use yours first? Let's take turns? Nantes carefully tested everyone's bottom line.

There was silence at the dinner table, and he looked at the "mandrill".

"Mandrill" dropped his chopsticks and stood up: "There is no food, why hasn't Miss Ma come yet, I'll go and see ......"

The mandrill dodged, Nantes looked at Liu Lang again, and Liu Lang shook his fist: "No way!" ”

As for the old horse and the "manager", he has always been close, and no one can pit them, even more so the "second master", even if he dares to speak, it is estimated that the old horse will not let him go.

No, just after the battle, the old horse had already run to the side of the "second master" and was tired.

He took out a rag and wiped the "second master's" mecha inside and out. Nantes pouted: "Dedication? Can you dedicate it! The second master went out to shoot a few times, and there was no dust on his body. ”

On the contrary, it was the old horse's mecha, which went out to wolf all night, dirty, and the key was still short of electricity, so it was put aside and no one cared about it. If this was before, Lao Ma was the most rational and positive person in the team, and he would never rest if he didn't clean up.

"Love kills people!" Nantes shook her head and decided to finish eating to catch up on sleep, everyone, love it, but don't wake him up if you break the sky.

Outside, Liu Dazhi stole chickens and rice, looked at the dead bodies all over the ground, and calmed down in the cold wind and morning fog.

He was ready to play for a long time before, and instead of hanging behind the arsenal to send people away experience, it was better to return to his own rhythm and slowly consume steadily.

He brought a total of 70,000 cannon fodder, and after a few days of fighting, more than 5,000 have been lost, most of which were killed or blown up in several skirmishes, and nearly a third were eaten as food by other mutants.

Liu Dazhi decided that he could no longer do this loss-making business, and beckoned "Leizi" to go out to find supplies, his idea was very simple, most of the mutants were entrenched in the city, and they went there to find more cannon fodder to replenish the soldiers.

In addition, you can find fabrics and quilts in the city, so bring as many as you can.

He looked up at the sky, and the clouds were overcast, as if it was about to snow. This snow fell, and if he didn't have enough warm clothing, he had to lead the team to withdraw.

Compared with the invaders who were short of food and clothing, the situation in the arsenal was slightly better, and there were a lot of ammunition and supplies in stock, which could still last several battles.

The difficulty in front of them was that the ammunition in stock did not match the large caliber of the mecha, and although they had raw materials, they could not produce them on a large scale without electricity.

If the mecha lacks supplies, it may only be used as a humanoid bulldozer if it strikes again. It's just that the durability of this overload mode is too poor, and the energy will be exhausted after a few laps.

The real killer still depends on the cannon, which is simple, convenient and efficient. In response to the First World War just now, Li Meng, the "artillery commander" of the arsenal, was itching in his heart, and he really wanted to go out to shoot a cannon, but unfortunately both of their guns were blown up, and the new artillery was not ready.

The mechanics under his command are already working overtime, because there is no electricity and can only be operated by hand, the progress is quite slow, and it is planned that it will take a week to get out of the door, and the accuracy cannot be guaranteed.

"A week? The arsenal is gone for a week, and the cannon has an egg! Li Meng gave an order, asking the workers to rush to work day and night, work overtime, and strive to make it in three days.

This is indeed a bit difficult for a strong man, Ma Zhan frowned. At this time, everyone is in a temper of blowing up at one point, and it is just a matter of verbal talk, and even if it is not made, it is impossible to really ask for the guilt.

He didn't want to ask too much about the war, but at this time he had to come out and cheer him up. The old man ninja coughed and smiled lightly: "Let's have a celebration meeting, welcome the heroes to triumph!" ”

In the past, the organizational structure he carefully built was operational, and the five high-level cadres divided their labors, and took people to decorate the hall with lanterns and lights, and mobilize the masses.

Li Meng led people to take out Nantes, who had just fallen asleep, and the heroic deeds were reported to the conference, Xiao Yang was seriously injured and his image was not good, so he had to make a report.

He told him that the theme of the report meeting was one thing: to talk about how vulnerable mutants are, and the two of them fought against 70,000 mutants and still returned unharmed.

Nantes was ignorant, and talked about the idea in general. Li Meng interrupted him several times, demanding that the more cowardly parts be resolutely eliminated, skipping how to infiltrate, and only talking about murder and arson, focusing on the story of inflicting heavy damage on the enemy.

The next step was to arrange for the old horse to be reloaded, and although the mighty Gatling Vulcan Cannon was no longer a single bullet, it still had to demonstrate the courage to sweep the enemy and kill in all directions.

These people, who had just experienced the war, were packaged as heroes to receive a belated welcome from the melancho.

The ceremony was followed by a drinking party, where a stock of drinks was served in the open air, allowing the old and young women and children to take turns resting and hiding in the slums.

In short, this reckless rescue operation was packaged as a heroic operation, inspiring and inspiring everyone in the arsenal.

Even the soldiers who stood behind the sentry posts and defensive machine guns were inspired by the cheers of the tsunami, and truly believed in the vulnerability of mutants.

While people were drinking, Ma Zhan put down a sip of the wine glass he hadn't drunk and left with his hands behind his back.

Nantes, who was drunk, only vaguely remembered that there was an old lady who wiped her tears excitedly, took his hand and said: "If you give birth to a child in the future, no matter what his father's surname is, the child will be named Nantes!" ”

Nantes's alcohol-numbed tongue was not very good, but a sentence still came to mind: "? Your son's name is Nantes too? I suspect you're taking advantage of me again! ”