They walked out majestically.

It's stupid to go out.

A man ran from the place where the searchlights converged, not very fast, but the position was very coquettish, and the howitzers fired from the main guns of the tank did not hit the target, at most they raised the black shell of the target like rain and mud.

12.7MM CALIBER BULLETS BURST THROUGH THE AIR, AND FROM TIME TO TIME SPARKS BOUNCED ON THE SURFACE OF THE ARMOR.

Before the grenades and rockets could be discharged, a flash of white light appeared, and death and destruction followed.

Is that a guard robot? The devil believes!

When a laser beam shines on the turret of the Type 85-II main battle tank, the commander presses the fire button of the smoke bomb.

Poof, poof, poof......

White flames of light bloomed outside the walls, creating a shelter area six or seven meters long.

The people inside thought that this would relieve the crisis, and the next breath was a swaying of the chassis. The driver reported bad news------ the tracks were broken.

The commander began to pray, praying that the accompanying infantry units would do everything they could to take out the enemy.

When the smoke screen was blown away by the wind, the firefight outside also stopped.

"Victorious? Kill that thing? The commander asked himself.

At this moment, the smoke screen at the rear of the car, which had not completely dissipated, was broken by a black shadow, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the field of vision.

"It's over!" The captain and driver felt a chill in their hearts.

The flanks, tail, and turret of the tank are relatively weak compared to the frontal armor, and it is basically impossible to turn the tables by that kind of guy to the chrysanthemum position.

However, to the bewilderment of the people in the car, the enemy paused behind and did not give them a fatal blow, but moved to the front of the car and slowly raised the twin grenade launcher with his right arm still smoking.

"What is he going to do...... What is he going to do? The commander exclaimed.

He has not seen such an iron guy after driving a tank for seven or eight years, he does not poke chrysanthemums, and actually chooses to come the front, which is the strongest place for the tank, although after a long time, the health of the tank is not very good, and it is not equipped with reactive armor, but it is not something that small and medium-caliber howitzers can penetrate.

"Is this guy testing the performance of weapons with us?"

The commander suddenly came to his senses when he heard the driver's shouts, but unfortunately it was too late.

Shout! Rumble!

The body shook, the dashboard exploded with dazzling sparks, and ping-pong rattled around it.

Rumble!

Bright light penetrated the cockpit, and metal fragments rushed in, beating the commander's body into a blood leak.

That's the trump card weapon used by the Kite City Defense Army to take down Maxim's Cannery......

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In the woodland in the distance, Sanpao's face was red, his eyes were wide open, and he habitually complained.

"That must be our trophy...... That should be our trophy...... This madman, he could have captured that tank. ”

"Now it's a pile of scrap metal, scrap metal that no one wants, is there such a loser? No woman would like such a guy! ”

Zang Feng was not afraid of revealing his position, so he lit a cigarette and put it to his mouth to smoke, looking up at the night sky full of dark clouds.

As Tang Yan said, there is no need for three people to appear in this battle, not even cover.

General Wang was excited like a baboon, walking back and forth between the big tree on the left hand side and the modified pickup workshop.

"That thing is mine, hear no, that thing is mine......" he was referring to the 5-4 armored combat suit.

The third cannon spat out: "Are you so sure that Tang Yan will use it for you?" ”

General Wang had a resolute expression on his face: "Even if I give him the ** bottom plate, I must get it." ”

The Third Artillery remembered the incident when General Wang played cards with the first class of the plane four months ago, and the loser had to lick the squeaky nest of the victor's designated object. Knowing about this, he and Zeng Hua did not eat the food cooked by General Wang for more than half a month.

The cook said that licking the soles of Tang Yan's feet or something was not a big deal, he could really do it.

Zang Feng took a few puffs of cigarette and turned his head to look at the southeast of Maxim's Canning Factory.

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"You all saw it just now, right?"

Under the slope where the bushes were, several people with gas masks nodded repeatedly: "See." ”

"Remember to testify for me when you get back." Song Xiangning threw aside the withered grass cloak used for camouflage, picked up the sniper rifle on the ground and walked towards the jeep parking place.

Wang Ming instructed him to check the fighting process outside the Maxim's Cannery and act on the opportunity.

The "machine" here is not only about remembering the battle between the Panda Legion and the Kite City Defenses, and then returning to Gem City to tell them what happened here, who won and who lost, but also to pull the trigger at the right time to snipe the man who brought turmoil to Gem City.

They were happy to see Luo Zuoming die, but they were not grateful to Tang Yan for his contribution in this matter.

Song Xiangning returned to the jeep and started the engine, turned around the wasteland, and drove in the direction of Jewel City.

The Maxim's canning factory disappeared into the rearview mirror, his blood still boiling.

If you can...... If you can...... He really wanted to spit a mouthful of thick phlegm in Wang Ming's face, and tell a few old horsemen to kill that person himself, and not to trap them Gem City soldiers.

From today onwards, he won't be the enemy of that guy when the sky falls.

Song Xiangning observed the expressions of his companions in the back row through the rearview mirror, and thought that he was not the only one who had such thoughts.

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Meanwhile, in a warehouse in the northwest corner of Maxim's Cannery, where various discarded parts are piled up, a man with a shimmering telescope descends a ladder leading to the attic.

Not far away was a blanket that had been lifted, and there was a downward passage on the concrete floor next to the blanket, and a dozen heavily armed soldiers stood next to the entrance of the passage, all staring at him, waiting for the order to attack.

Sandpiper and mussels compete for the benefit of fishermen, or the praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches......

That's what he said before he left.

Rubbing his hands, he crossed his palms and pushed forward, making a crackling sound of bone joints, and he shook his neck again, and there was another sound like popping beans.

After doing this, the man walked towards the secret passage: "Hmm...... The night was windy, and there were clothes to collect. ”

The soldiers outside the secret passage and the soldiers inside the secret passage looked at his back farther and farther away, their eyes were very confused.

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When the front of the Type 88-II main battle tank was violently torn open by a Punisher grenade, a dark green military truck drove out of the back door of the Maxim's Cannery and fled northwest with billowing dust.

In the carport behind the military truck, Wang Puzhao sat on the right bench near the cab and bowed his head silently, the wound on his shoulder had not yet had time to be treated, and blood was spilling out.

Across from him sat several soldiers, more or less wounded, with expressions similar to his, a mixture of frustration, horror, and confusion.

The strength of a company, and a big guy like a Type 88-II tank, was crushed by one person, and less than a fifth of the people escaped alive, who would believe this kind of thing?

However, the response to "you're bragging" is happening right now.

Scattered corpses, crumbling walls, overheated motorcycles, crumbling tanks...... These scenes representing the defeat of the expeditionary force were not far behind the butt of the car, and it seemed that the wails of the seriously wounded and the sound of fire and hunting could still be heard.

Deputy company commander Pang Hongfei stood up while resisting the shaking from the car body, while grabbing the handrail of the roof.

In his right hand he held a black box with a large red button in the middle, which appeared to be some kind of detonating device.

"Tang Yan? Bah! What I can't get from Kite City, you don't want to get. ”