The wyvern flaunts its carbon fiber wings at low altitude, and the machine gun mounted on the inside of the wings shoots at the ground, which has the same structure as Gatling's wheel, and makes the sound of a chainsaw turning as it turns. As the chain strafs the ground, the base of the dragon's wings pans diagonally across the sky in a white crane's winged posture under the force of thrust reversion.

Hiding in a house, Li Sanxiang spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm stained with sand and soil, and scolded: "My uncle, is this a battlefield in the Middle East?" Li Sanxiang looked at Bai Lu, who was leaning on the opposite street. The brow couldn't help but wrinkle into a kawa shape.

More than ten hours ago, Li Sanxiang felt Lu An's abnormality, a normal junior high school student encountered this kind of disaster, and dared to turn around and go the other way. Li Sanxiang didn't understand which country's junior high school students could show their psychological quality.

As for Bai Lu's performance now, Li Sanxiang feels unusual, this action, just like a cheetah, always keeps himself in the shadow area in the corner. Is this a quality that a teacher should have? Li Sanxiang felt that Bai Lu looked like an agent or a killer.

Now the situation of this mission has exposed all the habits that Bai Lu and Lu An have developed through their usual experiences. And Li Sanxiang also saw it in his eyes. For these two teammates, Li Sanxiang said secretly: "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon." ”

A roar from the sky interrupted Li Sanxiang's thoughts, Li Sanxiang pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Everyone will be familiar with each other in the future." ”

The wyvern roared in the sky because of the sound of fighter jets in the sky, and blue flames were sprayed from the tail of the flat fighter planes in the misty area, forming a queue of blue flames from the sky, which was a no# man-machine. The size of the Mist is basically no longer the same as piloting a fighter.

A large number of unmanned warplanes floated through the sky and then fired missiles at the distant sky. The missile ejected from the magazine of the no# man-machine, dragging the tongue of fire towards the distance. As for the targets of the missiles, they are not visible for the time being.

This is an over-the-horizon strike, and these unmanned fighters are designed to be stealth. The missiles they launched were aimed at large AWACS aircraft in distant skies.

As for the fact that in more than ten minutes, the stealth fighters of the two sides will encounter each other in the air. There will be a close-quarters aerial combat battle. This kind of grappling in the sky is a matter for the command of both sides, and on the ground, the melee begins.

With a clang, the tall Mist Man slammed the wyvern-bombarded ruins of the Wyvern with the butt of his steel rifle. The Misty Man weighed six tons. They kicked through broken bricks and carried a hundred-kilogram heavy machine gun. Strafing through the alleys like a self-propelled turret.

A 100-kilogram machine gun is like a paper fan in their hands. One by one, the shells fell to the ground with the clink of machine gun fire.

Heavy machine guns are very penetrating and can never be blocked by the door panel of a car, if there is a difference of one level between a pistol bullet and an AK medium-power round, the full-power bullet of a long-shot rifle is one level higher than that of a semi-automatic rifle. As for this projectile sixteen-millimeter heavy machine gun bullet, it can break a person in two.

The Kevlar helmet can block the AK's 7.62 mm caliber projectile. But for bullets with a caliber of more than 12 millimeters, modern technology is powerless. If the thickness of Kevlar material continues to be increased, the soldier does not have such physical strength.

And in this street battle, one by one, fanatical religious people, with assault rifles in their hands, shot wildly at the misty people who strayed into the alley, but there was no immediate effect, and the misty people raised their heavy shields. One bullet after another, embedded in the Kevlar material of the shield, after tearing several fibrous materials, the projectile was directly deformed in the shield, but failed to penetrate the shield.

The ceramic gasket of the body armor worn by the misty man also effectively alleviates the impact of the bullet. In this street fight, the human bullet is defeated by the armor of the Misty Man. If you want to break the armor of the Mistman, you can only use a heavy sniper rifle. Civilians, however, are not equipped with such weapons.

The Mist Man seems to be enraged by the human's small-caliber bullets. The Mist Man took cover with his shield and alternating heavy machine gun fire as he exited the alley. Dozens of seconds later, with the sound of banging, like the sound of opening a champagne and spraying the cap of a bottle, black shadows fell from the sky on the entire street, 200 kilograms of ammunition, which was the level of a bomb for Japan's sneak attack on Pearl Harbor in World War II. And now the mortar # shells of this level were easily carried to the front line by the foggy people. They opened the mechanical case and pulled the shells out of the mechanical box as if they were holding beer, and stuffed them into the barrels of the large mortars. There is nothing to boast about this technology, and humans can also build this kind of equipment, but humans have absolutely no way to easily carry this thing up the mountains and to the countryside and run around in the gravel fields. This weapon can only be transported by vehicle, and humans need a crowbar wrench to assemble this heavy equipment for twenty minutes before they can fire it, and the Mist Man carries this thing to the correct firing position with a large wrench, and it is debugged in five minutes. The same equipment, in the hands of the Mistmen, has great mobility.

Mortar# shells fell to the ground, spewing out a large amount of gas mixed with the surrounding air, and then there was a flash of light, deflagration. A huge shock wave swept through the streets. And then it's gone, and the irritating street fighting is gone.

The entire alley burned in the shock wave, and the people hiding inside the houses were either cored by a thousand-degree flame or shattered by the drastic change in air pressure. A loud bang resounded throughout Memphis.

More than 500 misty people are armored regiments in this city, and the armored tanks may be able to kill them, but before they can target them, they will be bombarded to the ground by the heavy firepower they carry (or ship heavy firepower for humans). Living organisms will always be more flexible than machines. The Misty Man of the same size can react quickly in a way that a tank would never have been able to do.

Two thousand kilometers away, Bimont looked at the streets in the distance and were covered in the blood of the Misty Man. He said to the team, "The Flying Bats are in a hurry to find us right now." ”

Priest Asur said, "Yes, let's wait for their cannon fodder to be killed first. ”

Bimont looked at the wyvern hovering in the sky, shook his head, and said, "No, when their cannon fodder is killed by the Mist Man, I'm afraid that the courage of that Flying Mother Mouse will shrink into sesame seeds." She now has the courage to come to us. ”

The female warrior frowned, pointed to the flying dragon hovering in the sky, and said, "Isn't it a bit risky?" ”

"Sooner or later, we will have to face a large team battle, and the opponents in the future will be all kinds of well-coordinated squads, and a team like the Blood Love Squad will be rare in the future. A smile lifted on Billon's face and he said, "This is a reward point for sending, we must seize every opportunity to be strong." ”

Thirteen minutes after the shells baptized the small half of the street. Li Sanxiang and Bai Lu hid in an underground garage. The current war made Li Sanxiang break out in a cold sweat, he was the first time he saw war, and the previous brawls and killings were too warm compared to modern wars.

People in peacetime have never seen the power of modern explosives, gas canister explosions, gas station explosions, is the biggest explosion that modern people can encounter, but under the aerial bomb, the accidental explosions in peacetime are docile light hums, and only the explosion of war can be regarded as a roar.

In the underground garage, Li Sanxiang's heart was beating fast, and Bai Lu on the side said lightly: "This mission is very challenging. ”

Li Sanxiang glanced at Bai Lu and said, "How would I know that it was obviously a plot of a sci-fi creature monster series, but it suddenly became a war movie." ”

Bai Lu said: "Yes, you don't know, and I don't know why the plot style of Mist III has such a big deflection." Bai Lu turned his head to look at Li Sanxiang, who was a little angry, and said, "There may be a story behind this." ”

Hearing Bai Lu's first half of the sentence, Li Sanxiang thought that Bai Lu was complaining that he had chosen the wrong plot, well, in Li Sanxiang's own opinion, he did choose the wrong plot, otherwise Li Sanxiang would not be so excited, and he would only lose his temper when he was told that he was in pain. Then looking at Bai Lu's calm expression in the second half of the sentence, Li Sanxiang realized that Bai Lu didn't seem to be laughing.

And calmed down, Li Sanxiang focused on Bai Lu's performance, and Bai Lu's performance was unfazed. A person who can behave like this will never do anything to mock and ridicule his teammates in such a dangerous situation.

So what does Bai Lu mean?

Just as Li Sanxiang wanted to ask a question, the underground garage became noisy, and a group of people broke in, to be exact, a dozen or so people in black robes escorted these seventy or eighty civilians into the underground garage.

The civilians held their heads one by one, and they didn't dare to say a superfluous rebuttal very honestly, Li Sanxiang estimated that this should have been persuaded by the gun. Li Sanxiang and Bai Lu hurriedly hid.

"Squat, squat, let's pray." A black-robed man with a gun said: "Today is the Day of Judgment, and the people of the Lord will return to the day." A thick religious manifesto echoed in the empty underground garage.

Then the foreigners kneeling on the ground also chanted murderous religious words in unison, but from the trembling tones, these people should be in fear of being coerced.

Just when Li Sanxiang thought that this was an ordinary religious ceremony, the group of people with guns took out metal cans one by one, opened the cans, and the ugly parasites hissed. Make an oozing sound.

In the midst of everyone's fear, the black-robed fanatic smiled, bared his white teeth, and said, "Accept the stigma." ”

Seeing the nerve worm in the can a hundred meters away, Bai Lu's pupils contracted slightly, and then, Bai Lu Li Sanxiang got Yuan Yi's emergency communication.

"Please note, please be careful, there is a suspected out-of-control intruder in this area, please be ready for battle with the mercenaries present, and all your combat exploits below will be judged according to the wartime reward and punishment system. The space-time mercenary wartime information and communication support system has been opened. ……”

Mr. Yuan Yizero-0 always said a lot, and Li Sanxiang understood that the task he chose seemed to be a big deal.