The calm was shattered in an instant by artillery fire.

Just as the warning voice of the white coat blurted out, all the law enforcers made the fastest possible evasion. Sun Wuru and Lin Qionglu turned around and ran along the wall left and right, but when they looked up, they saw that Cheng Wanli was already running in front of them. The chair bearer led Manny into the building, using reinforced concrete to resist the artillery fire. The chair bearer glanced back, and was about to use the gift, but finally sighed and ran backwards after the white coat.

The "nameless" soldiers marched in four columns, with white coats at the front and chair-bearers in the middle of the group.

But each time, it was the front column of soldiers who couldn't react.

War is a cruel thing to ordinary people at all times, thousands of years, and it has not changed. People will endure bullets mercilessly passing through their bodies, artillery fire exploding in front of their eyes and losing consciousness, until the entire group is in endless fear and begging to stop.

In the face of war, human life is like a mustard.

80% of the soldiers of the first column were drowned in the artillery fire, and the white coat and the secretary each pulled two people out of the flames, the former's clothes were already on fire, and even half of his hair was burned. The soldiers he was pulling were the two closest to him, and he couldn't confirm their identities. There were many cronies in the first column who followed him all the way, but at this time, he could only choose to save the two people closest to him.

This choice, he has done for many years, is also very skillful.

"Stand back! Find cover! His voice was hoarse from the smoke and dust, and he wore only a layer of close-fitting body armor, which he was used to not carrying too much equipment that could affect brain waves in order to unleash his bounty, but it also made it difficult for him to protect himself in this kind of urban warfare. Sharp gravel cut through his bare arms, and even on his neck, several horrific lines of blood appeared.

But he was still a commander.

The few enforcers in the Lost Oasis are quite powerful special forces, and he doesn't worry about their safety, but he still has these dozens of ordinary soldiers in his hands.

Dozens, in such a battlefield, are really as weak as ants. His original intention was to use these people to make a greater impact, rather than fighting against a certain power head-on.

Because you can't beat it at all.

As soon as they leaned out of the alley, he already sensed a hint of danger. And in the next instant, black grenades and small missiles appeared in mid-air. He understood that now the entire city must be gradually shrouded by the monitoring devices of various forces, and they must occupy the widest area first, and those micro-robots scattered in the air that are imperceptible to the naked eye can capture these moving human bodies as quickly as possible, judge their identity, and then attack.

Even on the streets, you can see a lot of corpses, all dressed in the clothes of ordinary people, and these ordinary people have of course become the targets of the Federation.

Behind these missiles were the Federation mechs that rushed to hear the news.

The blast staggered his lab coat and he barely managed to get out of the area affected by the explosion. The neighborhood is full of high-rise buildings, and the violent explosion has made these buildings feel crumbling.

"Thousands of miles!" The white coat was gathering his troops, but he found that there were a few people missing.

"He's going to see the situation." Only the chair bearer remained at the scene, and he saw that Cheng Wanli was still rushing in the direction of the missile attack as usual.

"Let him

Listen to the command!! Now it's for the war! The white coat roared in the ear of the chair bearer, and the artillery fire was constantly smashing into the area where they were, and if they left the ground, the other party had enough means to capture their position, and even a tracking self-detonating robot might have appeared nearby.

They can die at any time, whether they are white coats or chair bearers, they are just ordinary ants, and they have even lost their homes in the ground.

Now they are located in a residential area of Ashlon City, and the center of the community is a towering black tower-shaped building, and the white coat looks around, and many residents have secretly opened their windows to look in their direction, and he believes that more people are also looking through the glass to see the current situation. The citizens of this area should have known that there was a war going on here, but no one wanted it to reach where they lived.

And many of the federal and European Union's combat areas, mostly far from residential areas. It's not that they don't dare to kill indiscriminately, but if other countries get the hang of it, they are likely to use weapons that are enough to upset the balance.

It's not that there is justice in this world, but I'm afraid that the enemy will take advantage of justice to do things that are not fair.

Until now, no one wants a world war to break out.

But one choice of the white coat completely pushed this war to a climax.

"Move to that building! Right now! All of them! The white coat roared hoarsely through the communication system, he was trying to find a safe place for his soldiers, so his men rushed to the community center, and some even dropped their guns in order to run faster.

But Lin Qionglu grabbed the white coat that had been burned.

"It's a residential area!" She also had to roar to make him hear, but this tone made her voice sound more indescribable than usual, like the roar of a tiger cub, the two fingers of the white coat were tense, and it seemed to be resolute: "A lot of people will die!" ”

The white coat frowned, Sun Wuru didn't speak on the side, hesitated for a second, but still took Lin Qionglu's hand and ran towards the community center.

But as soon as he lifted his feet, an explosion immediately occurred very close to them, and the wave of air lifted them, and Sun Wuru felt that the heavy armor wrapped around him was embedded in his body like a stone, pressing on his nerves and blood vessels, and his spine seemed to be broken.

The Federation will not give more consideration to the opponent, just as he once led his troops to break through the underground defense line of "Nameless" in Sector 12, and from the most incredible angle, he will always throw the most powerful force. He knew that "Nameless" had survived this kind of pressure for twenty years, but Lin Qionglu was still a fledgling girl and didn't understand the sinister nature of the battlefield.

He had no doubt that in the next second, the blade of the mecha would stop in front of his eyes. His brain had already begun to recall what Guan had taught him to deal with, but with only a normal rifle and old armor in his hand, he was not only struggling to walk, but also unable to make an effective counterattack. Even, without the assistance of his "friends", he found that his brain began to go blank, the whole world seemed to be shaking, crumbling, only the man in front of him in white clothes, his hair was half burned, and he could still give people a little hope to live.

Standing on the opposite side of the Federation is really the equivalent of stepping into hell with both feet.

"If they don't die, we'll die!" The white coat was almost at the end of the line, and the chair holder could only follow quietly, looking at Lin Qionglu's petite body

They had to step forward and give a hand, but that only made the situation more dangerous.

"It's all going to die, little tiger, not only you, but also your senior." The chair bearer smiled bitterly, his face black and gray and dusty. As one of the backbones of the Lost Oasis, he has faced many dangerous situations like a race car driver, and it is not uncommon for him to watch the other party lunge at him like bullets, and to react in as little as 0.001 seconds.

But he never imagined that he would put himself in such a dangerous situation. The whole space seemed to be enveloped in an atmosphere called war, and the cries and the smell of gunpowder smoke were constantly robbing them of their sanity, and they were slowly blending into the whole group, experiencing their fears, and the gods who were once high up were now just ordinary domestic animals on Noah's Ark. Follow the ship as it rolls its body, and the fate of the ship is in the hands of the waves.

This sea is called war.

"Get up! Run forward! Within two minutes, most of the "nameless" soldiers had run to the gate of the community center, but some of the lone soldiers had fallen under their white coats. He grabbed his gear, ripped off his sunglasses, and yelled at him, "The safe zone is right in front of you!" Run! ”

Hearing this, the soldier seemed to regain his strength, clenched the rifle in his hand, and ran forward like crazy. I don't know what he saw, maybe the dawn of victory.

It's a pity that the white coat can only give them a fantasy that is both true and false.

An armor-piercing bullet was fired from the alley behind him, and the soldier didn't even hear the gunshot, and the entire helmet was blown to pieces, and the bullet was like a giant's hand, directly smashing his skull, and an eyeball fell to the ground, turning around, facing the gray sky.

In that eye, there is even a bright future promised by the white coat.

He made them see, he convinced them, that victory was within reach.

Until the last moment of death.

Sun Wuru didn't look back, but he could feel the bullets whizzing past him. At this moment, he, like these ordinary soldiers, was a lamb to the slaughter. No matter how strong the physical fitness is, it can't stop this rain of bullets.

The door of the community center was blasted open by "Nameless", and everyone rushed in. Sun Wuru didn't even care about the so-called order, and rushed directly to the second floor from the wall with Lin Qionglu in his arms, followed by the chair holder.

But before everyone could climb to the next floor, the machine guns of the Federation mechs began to strafe the hall on the first floor, and countless bullets pierced the glass and took away the lives one by one.

At that moment, a gust of wind swept towards the mechs, and two explosives were planted in the vital places. In the next second, the wind rushed into the center of the community and instantly swept in front of Sun Wuru.

Rumble!

Two violent explosions, flames rushed from behind him like ghosts from hell, and the white coat once again experienced the baptism of flames, but behind him, there was no one left.

The hall beneath their feet was shattered, and more than two dozen corpses were lying in the stairwell, still struggling.

Sun Wuru felt his mouth dry, and it was like a hand stirring in his throat. He took off his bulky helmet and looked cautiously out the window.

Just a short distance downstairs, dozens of Federation mechs were on standby, their guns pointed at the building.

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