Chen Guangwu jumped up panting with a light shield in his hand, his eyes were red with murder, and he shouted angrily: "Ride in the face! Ride in their faces!" Fuck it!" He climbed into the pickup, cut the barrel of the gun with his sword, grabbed the rebels and stabbed them four or five times, and poked the enemy into a fluttering rag before stopping.

Yu Long opened his eyes and muttered, "What's long...... You seem to have turned the tide of battle. ”

Yang Ji shouted bluntly: "What's the chief, aren't you from Xia Xing, how can you use the vehicle of a heretical civilization?"

Xia Xing was originally a world of Douqi, and after entering the era of exploration, he found that the power of Douqi came from the sun, so "sun worship" quickly swept the continent, and they took hunting the sun as the only way to become stronger, believing that Guangchen was the primary productive force, and that other natural resources were derivatives of Guangchen and should be spurned. In the eyes of the Pantheon, the races that use chemical fuels are poor reptiles and shameful heretics. However, in order to build a "final wonder" to restrain the stars, it is necessary to rely on the assembly lines of heretical civilizations to produce a large number of artificial celestial bodies. The "pride of the gods" and the "rigid needs of desire" have clashed, resulting in a heretical civilization that relies on technology to thrive as vassals while being spurned by the god civilization.

Pastoral ignored them, stepped on the brakes and made the truck turn around and stop next to Lu Yu, kicked the car door, and shouted to Lu Yu, who was covered in blood: "Find a car, follow me into the city to find the rebel headquarters!"

Lu Yu originally thought that this trip was dead, but he didn't expect that Muge would be able to recruit them to break through, so he immediately blindly obeyed and shouted, "Yes, whatever!" and dragged Wen Xuanji to jump into the car. As soon as the two pickup trucks charged, Sun Hao and they were not stupid, they jumped into the car one after another, and the two pickup trucks were full of people, like a tree stump full of fungus.

When these ten people used the heretical vehicle drag racing, not only did they not feel guilty, but they put on a happy face, put on a driving expression, and let their hair fly noisily in the wind, as if they could go back and advance to the centurion, win Bai Fumei, and walk to the pinnacle of life.

The rebels are ready to deal with the "silent bomb", and someone must have passed information to the rebels, which is where the decision-making level is overlooked. The Meteor Warrior Regiment went deep alone, and it was originally the end of total annihilation, but it was led by Madrigal to break through the ten-man banner. It is impossible for the flagship to be ignorant, and with this alone, Madrigal has the qualifications to compete for the first credit. And Yu Long's military exploits are with the pastoral, and they are both glorious. So everybody was happy.

The two cars stepped on the accelerator and raced, constantly avoiding artillery fire, coquettish and elegant, and strafing countless rebels along the way. Wu Yu rushed out with his ten-man flag, and when he saw the pastoral song, he shouted: "The leader of the rebel army has an order! The leader of the rebel army ran away in two ways, Tang Wei ordered you to go to the western suburbs of the city to catch one way, and I will take people to the city center to catch the other way!"

Madrigal thought that the rebels were really cunning, so he said "yes", turned the car and rushed west. During the drag race, the light dust slowly returned to fullness, which made the pastoral full of confidence. It's just that he kept muttering in his heart: What the hell is going on with Wu Yu, he was entrusted with a heavy task for some reason, as if his superiors trusted him extraordinarily.

The two pickup trucks drove all the way to the suburbs. Suddenly, Yang Ji shouted, "Stop!"

Madrigal parked the car. He saw a black line emerging from the hill. He heard the sound of a hydraulic jack gripping the ground. He saw countless black holes with their guns pointed at his pickup truck. Based on the massive barrel caliber, Madrigal was convinced that he had encountered an integrated tank brigade and had crashed straight into someone's station.

"How is it possible?" Yang Ji blurted out, "It's all at this time, and there are still reserves that haven't participated in the battle?"

Madrigal gritted his teeth: "We have picked up the big fish." These tanks must be guarding something."

Yu Long said weakly: "Is it too late to turn around, step on the accelerator, step on the accelerator quickly." "He doesn't dislike vehicles as heretics at all now.

Madrigal ignored him, for his heart had fallen to the bottom, his spine was cold, and he knew he was dead.

"Never stand under the scope of the main artillery crew. Armor-piercing projectiles with a caliber greater than 200mm are enough to upset the inner universe balance of the gods and cause self-evaporation. The Promotion Guide reads: "This data is not recorded for anti-armor training. ”

The muzzles of more than a hundred Apocalypse tanks have been calibrated, and the next few people will be killed, and there will be no fragments left. No matter how he escaped, it was useless. The pickup truck can't outrun the armor-piercing bullet.

In a trance, time slowed down, and he remembered his adoptive father's words. In the gloomy cave, his adoptive father took a miner's lamp and shone a young madrigal and said to him, "Remember not to give in to fate. When there is no choice, effort is the only variable. ”

Madrigal knew that his adoptive father's words were a bluff. This old miner has despaired of his fate. But the adoptive father believed that this young boy of the Protoss could still embrace the dawn. So the adoptive father said something against his will.

"Even if all your efforts are in vain, there is no reason to give up, and even if you have to bury your bones here in the end, you can't sit still. Madrigal thought. He's the smartest, so he's the most desperate, but he's also the strongest.

The shelling began. Tongues of fire fired by a salvo of hundreds of tanks cast flames on the madrigal's retina. Madrigal saw the shell-piercing bullet spin out of the chamber. His pupils contracted, and he reflexively hung up reverse gear, loosened the clutch, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and hit the steering wheel wildly.

The pickup truck skidded wildly, the tires squeaked, and then reversed in an S-shape deftly. The samurai in the car was thrown to the ground again.

Yang Ji was stunned by the madrigal's operation. At the moment of life and death, he put all his hope of survival on Madrigal, and he was sure that the others thought the same way, because Madrigal had never let them down, and at this time, Madrigal had driven the rebel vehicles to perfection! Yang Ji almost thought that Madrigal had grown up in the world of the rebels. At the last moment, Yang Ji didn't think about it.

However, all these efforts could not stop the Grim Reaper. The shell-piercing shells were fired at Madrigal at a rate of 950 meters per second, leaving him with little time to maneuver - the shells did not hit the trucks, but the aftermath of the explosion lifted them up with the people and the car, and when they landed, they rolled viciously twice. When the truck ploughed to a stop, the wheels just turned to the sky, pressing Muge, Yang Ji, Yu Long, and Tang Xianchu all in the car, and it was impossible to escape.

The Bright Dust shield is depleted in the impact. Although the pastoral banners were unscathed, the light and dust were exhausted, and everyone had to rely on their own abilities to flee for their lives.

Yu Long groaned, Yang Ji roared, and Tang Xianchu desperately climbed out, but everyone knew that from the moment they were pressed by the car, their fate of "being shelled" was indeed doomed.

Wen Xuanji's car stopped ten meters away, staring blankly at the madrigal waiting for death, and even forgot that he could abandon his comrades and run away.

"The corpse of the meritorious service returned, and a few people returned to fight in ancient times." While waiting for the enemy to open fire, Madrigal remembered the figure of Li Zi. At the end of his life, he was thinking of a woman he didn't know - Li Zi made people miss her, and he didn't know what magic she had, maybe he was more curious about her body.

It could also be that he had some criticism of Li Zi. Some people are born without a choice, and hard work is the only variable. Some people can stand on the bridge and look down on others, and then leave without saying a word, as if they don't care about anything.

Madrigal didn't know if he loved her or annoyed her.

A deafening roar finally sounded, and a scorching wave of air enveloped the sand and gravel. Madrigal closed his eyes and thought, "Die! Give me a chance to do it again, and I will win!"

After three seconds, Mu Ge opened his eyes and heard Yang Ji muttering behind him: "I'm not dead yet?!"

Then, the heavy pickup truck was lifted in one fell swoop, and a woman with a moving figure stood in the dazzling sunlight, with a beautiful silhouette. When Madrigal looked up, he was convinced that he would never forget this image, including her Valkyrie uniform, her belt and ceremonial knife, her sultry absolute realm - Madrigal will never forget.

"Can you move?" asked Madrigal. Behind her were countless shrapnel shots, and in the distance was a series of explosions of the Apocalypse Tank, the roar shook the earth, and the heat wave blew her long hair fluttering, but her expression was as still as water, staring intently at the madrigal, letting the hair ripple on her face.