The huge grip made it impossible for the boatman to breathe, he only felt the bone between his neck click, as if it could be twisted at any moment, and he looked at the other party weakly, knowing that the other party was not heavy at this time, but just wanted to see him slowly suffocate to death.

A dense burst of gunfire came from afar, and then there was a dense crashing sound on the energy armor of the Silver Alliance soldiers, seeing that the blockade of the passage had been lifted by Han Sanjiao, the boat people boarding team was rushing from the Yongdao crossing, led by a tall red-haired man, he ran while firing at the warrior with the energy weapon in his hand, and the other boat people who rushed in front also fired at the same time.

Normal bullets do not pose a threat to the hard energy armor, but the powerful energy orb still violently shakes the body of the soldier who strikes him. The leader looked at the boatmen, whose eyes were rolling, and let go of him; Possessing the Vakare machine gun, the long bullet belt dragged out of his companion's limp energy armor, the warrior met the swarming boatmen, the photon cannon on his shoulder firing suddenly, and the Vakare in his hand began to spit deadly tongues of fire.

The boatmen, who did not have effective protective gear, fell one after another in the dense rain of bullets, and they were prostrate on the ground, some using the corpses of their dead companions as cover, and the other party was only one person, and in this relatively narrow space, they were able to suppress the fire, making it difficult for them to move an inch.

At this moment, this nameless Silver Alliance soldier was as brave as a god-killer, he pointed his gun at the top of the channel, so that the hard depleted uranium bullet killed the enemy from the angle of rebound, and the beam cannon on his shoulder was even more deadly, a parabolic shot, can cause a corpse to fly, screaming miserably.

Nearly 100 brave boatmen were overwhelmed by a mere Vakare machine gun, and the other side seemed to never run out of bullets and energy, and the beam cannons fired frequently, killing people every few seconds.

Ying Fengxiao's voice sounded at this time, and she shouted loudly to her subordinates at the entrance of the passage in the distance.

"Come back, all back!"

Hearing this, several boat people hurriedly got up and retreated, but they were all rushed forward by the rain of bullets and died tragically in the long corridor.

Just when everyone was at a loss, a gunshot suddenly rang out behind the red-eyed soldier, and a kinetic energy light bullet hit the soldier's head, hitting the sealed helmet and flying forward, the soldier's head was hit hard, but he was not dead for a while, stopped shooting, and slowly turned around, but saw the boatman who had just run out of breath in the corner, and in front of him was the muzzle of Han Sanzu's kinetic pistol.

The helmet was knocked off, and the Silver Alliance soldier finally showed his true face at this moment, with flowing blond hair and a soft face, but it was a good-looking woman, she was hit by Han San's kinetic energy pistol, which caused multiple damage to her face, and her face was covered with blood, which was flowing down the soft curve of her cheeks.

Han Sanzu looked at the female warrior of the Silver Alliance in the energy armor with a surprised expression, but did not hesitate to pull the trigger when she suddenly raised the Vakare machine gun to herself.

The kinetic projectile shattered the entire head of the female warrior, and the blood was raised high and splattered all over the ground, leaving only a headless body in the armor. With a loud bang, the Vakare's machine gun, which was still emitting white smoke, rolled to the ground, and the Nkrof Energy Armor, which had lost its operator, stood still and towered like a huge sculpture that had lost its soul.

"There's no disrespect, you're a tough opponent, beautiful girl." Han Sanzu said weakly and weakly.

At this time, the tall red-haired man had already rushed in, his hand holding Han Sanjiao, who was about to soften, although his face looked calm, there was a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

"Will you die?" He asked Han Sanjiao.

"Yes." Han Sanzu, who fell in his arms, did not forget to roll his eyes at him.

"But I've heard that there will be at least one automatic medical cabin on such a Silver Alliance ship." Han Sanzu's mind was quite clear, and his speech was also very smooth, the red-haired man had already picked him up horizontally, and his steps turned back steadily and sharply, with the weight of an adult like Han Sanzu, he was unaware, as if he was holding a wooden plank, and the boatmen who were rescuing the injured in the passage were all out of the way at this time.

"I've always wanted to try that thing, but I never had the chance, and today I'm finally going to get my wish." Han Sanzu smiled and said nonchalantly.

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"We really have to thank the Kezmians for their generosity, I mean the destroyers they provided and the guys who lurked on this ship all morning." Han Sanzu said with a sigh. "Akatori, it seems that the scene we were most worried about before is indeed a little too worried now." In the medical cabin of the battleship Castle in the Clouds, he was looking sideways at the porthole with a bloody face, and seeing the war gradually subsiding outside the window, he couldn't help but sigh at the brother with a different surname in front of him.

He was lying on the automated treatment bed with severe injuries to his arms and ribs. Tall red-haired man Jon. Akatori was helping him take off the armor of his upper body and tear his clothes by the bedside, and the moment the broken armor was opened when the macro magnetic buckle was opened, a trace of blood gushed out from under Han Sanjiao's ribs.

"The armor stops the bleeding, which explains why you're still alive." Akatori carefully examined the injuries all over his body, and his brow couldn't help but tighten.

"It's amazing how the Kezmians were able to build a destroyer from the Federal era? You see, these destroyers are small, but they are much more sophisticated than our broken ships. Han Sanjiao's eyes were still focused on the window.

"You know what? You're dying, stupid! Do you still have time to check out the scenery? Akatori raised his voice slightly.

"Less bluffing, Akatori." Han Sanzu's bloodstained face barely squeezed out a smile. "As long as it's not really missing some parts, there's no injury that these fucking machines can't heal."

"It's comforting to hear from the mouth of a boat dweller." Akatori walked quickly to the edge of the bed, his fingers jumping on the control panel of the treatment bed, he kept frowning, but after a while, he stretched slightly, he called up the diagnosis plan panel, and the blue holographic screen jumped in front of him.

"Diagnosis and treatment analysis......" A pleasant female voice sounded in the medical cabin, and a light red beam flashed above the diagnosis and treatment bed, and began to scan Han San's feet from head to toe.

"If you listen to the voice, she should be a beauty, but unfortunately she is not a real person, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for the fly in the ointment." The severe pain made Han Sanzu inhale a little as he spoke, and he teased nonchalantly, as if he didn't care about his serious injuries at all.

"That chick just now...... It's a shame. Han Sanzu sighed leisurely.