This day is the end of Li Xingxing. Countless shells dragging flames bombarded the city's surface, and the rebels' defenses were smashed everywhere. The fully automated defense system that was smuggled in was scrapped by an "electromagnetic silent bomb". Although the Pantheon is also unable to use electronic devices in the atmosphere, the gods and warriors don't seem to care - as a samurai civilization keen to manage the order of the universe, they are content with dust and killing.

However, Li Xingxing's rebels never thought of giving up the fight. Finally, Apollo disappeared for ten years, and finally made contact with the voice outside the Andromeda constellation. The miners were desperate to smash the cage of the sun and return to the beautiful era when the sun was shining.

After the completion of the "Spectacle of the End", the miners of Li Xingxing discovered that their civilization was a huge lie from the birth of it. History cannot be changed, but the miners decided to return their children and grandchildren to the good old days of independence and freedom. In those days, basking in the sun was free.

A beautiful female voice gave an order, encouraging the rebel soldiers around her: "All vehicles and mechs switch to manual operation, and bring the enemy into the city!" The citizens have been evacuated, contain the enemy in the center of the city, and in ten minutes, the headquarters will burn the entire city to the ground!"

The rebels were in high spirits. When the Dawn Star was overwhelmed, it was the female voice who brought the good news of the death of the sun god Apollo in battle, bringing the hope of the dawn, and when the counterinsurgency fleet was overwhelmed, it was the female voice that reminded the armored units to carry out manual modifications. She is like an all-knowing and all-powerful angel, solving every problem and leading the miners to the hazy dawn.

However, while being admired, this woman's underground activities also took great risks, and she was assassinated by the gods more than ten times, and each time she survived. For the sake of protection, most of the rebels never saw a woman for what she really was, only that she belonged to the foreign affairs department of a foreign civilization.

However, being outnumbered is a fact. Too many vassal civilizations have been called in to act as pawns in the counterinsurgency fleet.

On this day, like the sun in the distance, Li Xingxing was evenly surrounded by black and oppressive artificial celestial bodies, and countless landing ships and assault boats swept in like mosquitoes. Anti-aircraft fire swept across like spotlights on the rock stage, and the landing craft of some vassal civilizations turned into fireballs and fell into the sky.

Eventually, the Pantheon Army went out in person. Zheng Xuan's flagship gracefully traversed the low-earth orbit, four groups of main guns fired in two rounds, and twenty meteors pierced the sky like meteorites, and the invasion was like fire, smashing into the center of the city one after another.

A self-propelled artillery position was directly overturned by the air waves, and the twenty-ton behemoth rolled in the waves of dirt, and the suffocating heat and dust killed the mecha soldiers within a radius of 100 meters, completely disinfecting the lives exposed to the air. Each crater creates a dead field. When the dust settled, the shell bays in the crater opened one after another, and one wrapped in gold stepped out of the hatch and stepped deep into the dust.

Madrigal stepped onto the star and smelled the pungent smell of sulfur and iron. The floating soil on the ground is a thick layer of dust, and it looks like snow when stepped on.

He stood in the middle of the crater, like an ant at the bottom of a bowl. He turned back to the remaining samurai and said, "Are you all right? ”

The armor's Bright Dust shield had been depleted by the impact, and was slowly recharging. As Madrigal helps his comrades unbuckle their seat belts, a dense jagged edge appears on the edge of the crater – a mountain pickup truck from the mining area.

If someone summarizes what is Li Xingxing's most powerful weapon, the first place must be Dongfeng brand mountain light truck, referred to as mountain pickup. In the seriously polluted, gray vision of the dawn mining area, pickup truck is the most suitable terrain means of transportation, it has a high chassis, rough structure, easy to cross the mountain road, flying over the broken stream omnipotent, and can adapt to all kinds of small arms modification, cheap and affordable, strong and durable, in the hilly area, a qualified mining area people can be equipped with a Vulcan machine gun pickup truck out of the elusive effect, hit the invaders in pain.

The most awesome thing is that this kind of Dongfeng pickup truck that has been put into production a hundred years ago, because it is too nostalgic, so it completely ignores the effect of "electromagnetic silent bomb", even if the world's electronic chips are short-circuited, the people in the mining area still drive their beloved pickups, and they are speeding in the wilderness.

As soon as Madrigal turned around, he saw that more than a dozen Vulcan cannons had been set up on the butt of the pickup truck, and the muzzles of the black holes were aimed at him.

"Damn. Pastoral said. With full attention, his reflexes are as fast as milliseconds and can cut through flying bullets. But the Vulcan cannon uses a 100-year-old mechanical feed structure to pour bullets at a rate of 60 rounds per second, and in the face of this simple and newly built data, Madrigal feels that he will be beaten into a sieve.

"Hide in! Shut the door!" he shouted, and with a braced hand, the light and dust erupted, forming a high-temperature air shield, melting all the bullets that split his head and face into molten iron at 3,000 degrees, and "crackled" on his armor. At the same time, the recoil of the flames pushed him back into the shell bay. It was too late, it was too soon, and the deputy, Yu Long, finally unbuckled his seat belt, stood up and "clicked", and pushed the hatch shut. The sound of the rain of bullets suddenly seemed to be isolated in another dimension, and only the "clanging" sound of the bulkhead being strafed was left.

"Are you alright?" the other samurai of the Pastoral Banner gathered around. Yu Long picked up the fire extinguisher and sprayed it at the madrigal. The madrigal's armor was originally drenched with some bright red molten iron, which flowed onto his skin and made him grin. As soon as the fire extinguisher was sprayed, the molten iron cooled, and it fell off the armor with a single knock.

Yu Long was still about to take the medical kit, but Madrigal pushed him away and said "It's okay", pulled a handful of light dust, pinched a phantom technique and shouted "Guangwu, how are you there". The phantom wrapped up the sound and stabbed through the crack in the door.

The Phantom Transmission Technique used up 50 light dust, and the Hao Huo Shield used up 300 light dust, and Mu Ge suddenly felt that his body was hollowed out, lying in the chair and panting, waiting for the light dust in his body to rise little by little.

Yu Long saw a series of big strokes of the pastoral song, and he didn't make a sound, made up his mind, said less and watched more, and silently learned more from the pastoral song.

In less than a second, the phantom of Guangwu rushed back wrapped around his voice. Guangwu's golden shadow writhed in the air, and let out a piercing scream: "Damn, isn't the defense of the resistance army paralyzed! Why did they gather so much so quickly! I injured one here, the enemy's firepower is too fierce, and the light dust can't come back when it runs out! These nine people of Wuziqi can't get out at all!"

With that, the phantom disintegrated, turning into bits of sunlight and melting into darkness.

Immediately afterward, seven or eight golden phantoms rushed in, as if they were pervasive, and shouted in mid-air: "Pastoral, what should I do! The Yongzi Banner has been suppressed!"

"Pastoral, their self-propelled cannons have come up! When they put on heavy weapons, the meteor cabin will not be able to carry it! Our letter banner has already injured two!"

The number of the ten-person flag was taken directly from the name of the chief, and the ten flags were quickly memorized. Madrigal listened to the reports of the other flags and felt a great deal of pressure.

Among them, Wu Yu's voice was the loudest: "Pastoral, I tried to rush here once, the loss of Yuziqi is too great! Brothers must rush out at the same time! Otherwise, they will all die together!"

The other samurai also panicked, scolding their mothers, hating the higher echelons of the fleet for not treating the army as human beings and sending people into a desperate situation. Only Yu Long whispered to the madrigal: "I'm timed, and there are still 7 minutes left for the effect of silent playing." If the decapitation operation is not completed, the enemy will be able to use even nuclear bombs. At that time, the army will really be a dead end. ”