The high-pitched horns of the boatmen did not blow for long, and as the mercenaries shouted and roared, the firepower of the True Guard began to re-intertwine, and most of the mercenaries hiding in the chariots and weapon platforms did not end there, with the help of the surviving fishskin men, they flipped the dumped chariots, and the mercenaries began to re-ascend the turrets, and soon suppressed the unbridled attacks of the boatmen.

At this moment, a miserable cry came from the sand cave where the boat people were hiding, which was the desperate cry of people who were dying of extreme fear before they died, but it was not over, as the fighting between the two sides continued, the screams of the boat people continued one after another.

"Shadowless, they sent Shadowless!" Someone finally told the truth in the communication channel, followed by a terrible howl.

", that's a bit of a puzzle." Han Sanjiao, who received warnings from multiple fighters in the communicator, whispered to himself.

"They're out of the shadowless, right? You're going to be terrible now. The Devouring God couldn't hear the conversation in the communicator, but he could see the clues from the miserable howls on all sides and Han Sanzu's solemn expression.

The boat warrior who was guarding him glared at him angrily when he heard this, and put the particle rifle in his hand against the shield close to the head of the Gaode people, which frightened the mercenary of the technical arms and quickly raised his tentacles a few points higher, the Gao Da people's high metabolic structure can regenerate the injured limbs and even the torso, but if the head is hit by such a big gun at close range, it is obviously the rhythm of death that can no longer be killed.

"Actually, I am a compliment, you should be honored to let the executioner dispatch his beloved Shadowless troops, this is the first time in more than two years." God Eater explained.

"This means that he has not many cards to play." Han Sanzu took over the conversation and said.

"Mr. Three-legged, if you continue like this, your people will be more and less auspicious, for the sake of the future of the entire Yumin compatriots, do you really plan to fight to the last man, and then detonate the Four Seasons regardless of it?" Brandt, who had been following the battle situation, had to say what he feared at this moment.

"So what do you say?" Han Sanzu looked at the serious ashore boat people and said with a smile on his lips, and Brant swore that he hated the other party's face.

"Reopen negotiations, release the hostages, give them concessions, and save your life and the lives of these boat people!" Brant insisted, this was the reason he intervened in this ridiculous dispute, and it was also the reason why Master Arthur, whose system was down, had been giving him instructions.

"Start negotiations? Pull it down. "Han Sanzu is still smiling." Don't you know? The so-called negotiations in your mouth have ended from the very beginning. He pressed the communicator switch on his chest and began issuing new commands.

"All of them, reduce the frequency of fire, prevent shadowless close-quarters attacks, make sure you're safe first, and again, make sure you're safe, let them take a breath before I can figure out how to do it."

Han San's arrangement obviously allowed both sides to take a breather, and the boat people and soldiers hidden in the sand in the dark could not be detected with thermal energy instruments with jamming devices, coupled with the silence of the flags and the non-firing of the exposed traces, so that the True Guards could not find a specific target, so that even the killing efficiency of the Shadowless People was greatly reduced, because the boat people were always on guard by their side, several Shadowless people who were about to attack at close range were also killed on the spot by the vigilant soldiers.

The two sides seem to be at an impasse again.

"Look, it's still a draw." In the sporadic gunshots, Han Sanzu turned around and smiled at Brant, who squeezed out a smile like a snake.

……

"These shoddy boatmen will think that these little cleverness of theirs has brought them a draw." In the command module of the Beowulf, Sylm with a blue face. Ludwig squeezed the words out between his teeth.

He stood in front of the porthole in front of the command cabin with his hands in his hands, and he was angry that he had just lost his troops because of his carelessness.

From the First Fleet of the Silver Alliance to the Minotaur True Guard, during his many years of commanding career, he has taken up more than half of his combat experience with the Skeletons and Ghost Riders. Of course, he knew that these smokers who lived in a vacuum forever had a reputation for being cunning and cunning, but he didn't expect them to be able to play tactics and psychology so professionally.

This made him feel as if he had returned to the hateful sand table simulation room of the former 'Taihang', and watched the ships under his command being frequently destroyed by the fat man surnamed Chu who had the face of a feather man but did not believe in the feather god.

"Have you entered all the target directions?" He turned irritably and asked his assistant Tim. Winkler.

"Most of them have already been entered, please wait a little longer, my lord." Winkler replied.

"Don't wait, that's almost enough, let these rats live too long, and maybe let them toss some other tricks." Ludwig waved his hand and ordered, and turned to look out the porthole again.

"Brilliant arias need a rousing soundtrack, turn on all the searchlights, Tim, so that we can enjoy this rare feast of rodent extermination." He announced to Winkler.

"But my lord, maybe we'll be their target." Tim. Winkler Road.

"Whether you turn on the lights or not, it will be a target." Ludwig waved his finger impatiently. "Let me know when the self-controlled weapons are ready."

"Just in case, it's recommended to fully charge the shield, my lord." Winkler suggested again.

"No, that's enough." Ludwig dismissed the assistant's opinion, and he couldn't help but laugh when he noticed the hesitation of the assistant behind him in the reflection of the porthole: "You're always too careful, Tim, they don't have heavy weapons, and the twenty percent energy shield is already quite conservative. ”

"Whatever the outcome of this clean-up is, we may have to work with those eleventh fleet fools to retake this planet, and I don't want to miss the slightest shield peak under those pesky wasps."

"Don't limit yourself to the present, but have a vision to see the whole picture, the battle has just begun, Tim, you need to learn a little more." He couldn't help but teach this subordinate, who knows, maybe when he takes a back seat in a few years, he will put some effort into pushing this somewhat handy Winkler to the command seat, he will be grateful to Dade and obey his words, and he will still be in control of the overall situation in Zhenwei.

"My lord, the self-controlled weapons room reports that they are ready." Winkler reported to Ludwig at this time.

"Really? So what are you waiting for, let them do it now. The operational command announced.

……

When the Beowulf, suspended in mid-air, turned on all the searchlights, Han Sanzu couldn't figure out what they were trying to do, but when the cruiser-equivalent spaceship began to rain down cannon fire on the ground and accurately hit a subordinate lurking in the sand, his face finally began to become solemn.

The strongest firepower that has been watching from the wall has finally attacked at this time, but it turned out to be recording the location information of each firepower point throughout the whole process!

Searchlights illuminated the ground as if it were daylight, and large-caliber self-controlled electromagnetic cannons destroyed the boatmen's firepower points everywhere, and everyone could see the horrific corpse fragments scattered in the air; From charging to aiming to release, all six self-controlled turrets on Beowulf seem to play a moving movement rhythmically, but under its raging fire, there are fresh lives.

"Get out of your place! You've been locked, run, run! Seeing that the situation was not good, Han Sanzu ordered loudly in the communicator.

At the sound of his roar, the boatmen who had not yet fully understood quickly crawled out of the bunker, and under the continued suppression of the artillery fire overhead, they fled in the direction of the Four Seasons in confusion.

The boatmen's movements were almost completely exposed to the searchlights, and at this point, the True Guard's ground forces began an all-out assault, firing at the boatmen who had just climbed out of the bunkers like ducks in a pond, causing the largest casualties in the battle to date.

Only a small percentage of the boat people managed to escape the range of the searchlights, which caused the hesitation of many boat fighters who were still trying to break out of the ambush site. They were faced with a dilemma, the Beowulf's turret was bombarded in a pre-programmed order, and it was suicidal to stay in the bunker and wait for death, but it was suicidal to expose the hidden position and receive the bullet rain of the entire True Guard ground force. They huddled in their bunkers, some shivering with fear and panic, while others were ready to accept their fate.

As the night fell, the clouds gradually dispersed, the sky was full of stars, and in the smoke of gunpowder, the entire battlefield was no longer the previous confrontation, but a one-sided hunting massacre.