[Tsar's scimitar] stood up suddenly, and I drove the mech to increase its speed in one breath, and ran wildly on the line of stray bullets, and at the same time fired the machine gun in my hand, and the 37mm shells pounced on the modified machine like locusts, exploding on the fuselage, and metal fragments flew away. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the power of this old small-caliber shell is so weak that it can't even penetrate the head of the modified machine.

The two modified planes turned around and raised the grenade launchers in their hands to fire at me one after another, and the low-speed grenades drew a low-stretched trajectory in the air and exploded at the feet of the [Tsar's scimitar].

I almost choked to death from my own spittle, and I was so nervous that I almost flipped with someone and my mech.

"Damn, it's okay, it's okay, the bullets are for the faint of heart."

I tried my best to comfort myself.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel like my hands and feet have really become active.

"Sonorous"

I drove the robotic arm, raised another machine gun, put the two machine guns together, and poured out cannon fire frantically, and the fierce fire overwhelmed the firing of the modified machine for a moment, although the grenade launcher was powerful, but the rate of fire was too slow, and it was quickly suppressed by the high-speed machine gun fire.

But I still can't do anything with their sturdy armor.

What's even more tricky is the shield in the hand of the modified machine, this thing is very large, as long as it is sideways, it can defend half of the mech, and the defense power even exceeds the main armor belt of the mecha itself, even the shelling of 100mm armor-piercing shells can be carried down, and the 37mm machine gun is like tickling.

As the number of remnants on the counter burned out, I stared at the fire-breathing grenade launchers, and immediately turned my crosshair to lock on to them, spraying a round of tongues of fire again.

My shooting was not accurate, one could even say mediocre, but after a period of use, I became very familiar with the point dispersion of the 37mm machine gun, which quickly organized the fire. One of the grenade launchers was hit by artillery fire and burst into a rotor magazine, and the detonated ammunition erupted in a violent flash, directly destroying the manipulator of one of the modifiers.

The modders stepped back, flinching, shielding their upper bodies.

Bang Bang took the opportunity to drive the mech out, and at the same time dragged his own 100mm gun from behind to fire.

"Concentrated fire, armor-piercing shells, close shooting!"

I drove the [Tsar's Scimitar] into a frenzy, firing all the ammunition in the machine gun, and then dragging the spear-like 100mm gun out, pulling the rock-hard bolt on top of a steel-core armor-piercing projectile.

The three [Tsar's Scimitars] seem to have been transformed into medieval hoplites charging with mounted spears, ferociously assaulting forward, compressing the distance between the two sides to the limit.

The fat body of the modder quickly zoomed in on the monitor, and I saw the true face of this guy: it turned out that this guy was not only covered with a large number of brick-sized explosive reactive armor blocks, but also welded with additional armor plates, and looked like a mutated crocodile monster, hideous and ugly.

Unlike these battle maniacs, I prefer to use machine guns rather than rough white-knuckle combat, because my mental endurance is not high, and I am afraid that these five or six meter-tall mechanical monsters will be scrapped at close range.

But right now, I'm less than ten meters away from this ugly modifier.

"Boom"

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound of shelling, followed by the whistling of some huge object being swept away by the force of the impact, and I knew that Bang Bang and Celia had succeeded.

Under the pressure of terror and agitation, I pulled the electric trigger hard.

"Boom"

The cannonball shot out of the muzzle, but my crosshair missed, and instead of aiming at the cockpit, it grazed the edge of the shield and hit the belly of the air.

The hard, reinforced warhead directly tore through the composite armor belt, and then laboriously pierced through the base armor, stuck in the cabin position, and brown fuel sprayed frantically out of the crack. Furious like a wounded beast, the modder stretched out its mechanical arm and jammed [Tsar's scimitar] in the head, slamming its shield at the mech.

[Tsar's scimitar] withstood the violent impact, making a terrifying deformation and breaking sound from the bones, the hydraulic lines were bursting, a large number of cables were damaged, the head of the body was also hit hard, and the bulletproof glass was shattered, tearing through the spider-web-like lines.

", Wenxiu, catapult, you jump out!"

Bang Bang roared over the radio.

But I didn't hear it, my whole being was in a state of extreme anxiety and rage after the mistake, and I would have stabbed myself if I could.

Fuck, I made this fuck!

The explosive sensation rushed straight to my head, filling my whole body, and I violently drove the [Tsar Scimitar] in a normally unimaginable motion, grabbed the modder's mechanical arm with one hand, and turned the body back in the air, and the mechanical leg slammed into the modder's chin, kicking the heavy mech away hard.

[Tsar's scimitar] hit the ground hard, and I immediately scrambled the robotic arm to pull the bolt and exit a smoked empty shell.

"Damn, Wenxiu, are you playing with the upside-down golden hook?" Bang Bang cried out in horror.

The tuner staggered and swung its shield and slammed it at my head.

But I think this guy is ridiculously slow.

"Boom"

I unfolded my arm and slammed it into the lower part of the shield, and the modder couldn't control the downward trend of the huge part, and stumbled into [Tsar's scimitar]'s arms, I set up the cannon and stabbed it into the modder's fat belly like a spear, and the barrel made a terrible noise of deformation in an instant.

"Boom"

The muzzle of the cannon flew, the belly of the modified machine exploded, and the mecha waved its mechanical arm indiscriminately, staggering backwards. However, the explosive reactive armor worked, and the explosion of the charge module shattered the warhead, but did not completely destroy the base armor.

I was mad, I lit the gas jet at once, and several high-speed impacts rushed to the modifier, hitting the head of the modder with a knee mechanism, and directly knocking this guy to the ground, I pulled out the electric axe and slammed it high, and slashed it the chest of the modder, which immediately provoked a series of explosions of the explosive reaction armor, but this time it still did not penetrate the armor plate, and the modder writhed and struggled on the ground.

"Fuck your uncle!"

I cursed in a rage, clenched my fist, and slammed into the back of the axe like a nail into a plank, smashing the electric axe into the armor little by little.

"Boom"

The modder twisted its body frantically, almost grinding a pit of dirt underneath it, but as the entire axe was chiseled into the armor plate, the modder's resistance began to weaken, and finally stopped completely, and the electronic eye went out little by little.

It's like the life of a driver who is carbonized instantly.

Suddenly, I saw the tent collapse and a convoy crashed through the curtain and fled to the rear of the base.

Damn, fooled, these guys are just substitutes for time.

I immediately raised the gun, only to find that the shells had just been fired, and the magazines of the two machine guns were empty, and it was too late to reload. Celia and Bumbang immediately raised their machine guns and fired the remaining shells in one go, but they were too far away and only hit an unlucky armored personnel carrier at the back of the team.

Seeing that the convoy was about to break through and flee for its life, several light bullets suddenly flew from a distance, starting from the armored car at the head of the team and bombarding the last armored car, one cart and one bullet, no more, no less, fair and just.

"Boom Boom"

Explosions broke out one after another, and more than a dozen armored vehicles were turned into fireballs one after another, piled up on the road and burned, and the frightened Hound Regiment soldiers had no fighting spirit and scattered and fled.

"Hey, are you done here?"

Two [Tsar Scimitar Scimitars] rushed over shouting, it turned out to be a pervert and Yang Ge, and the 37mm machine gun in the hand of the pervert was still smoking.

This guy's marksmanship is really getting more and more accurate.

"Sort of, it's good that you came early, otherwise the leaders of the hound group might have run out."

Yang Ge hit me twice with her mechanical arm.

"it."

"Hey, that kick just now was pretty good, I can't even do this kind of action, your synchronization rate is quite high, at least 60%."

I was speechless for a moment, for I didn't know how to explain it, but now I felt it again, but it didn't feel like it had before, and [the Tsar's Scimitar] was a heavy, cold machine again.

This is the second time, what the hell is this?

"Okay, let's gossip and talk about it later."

Bang Bang clapped his hands.

"Before these guys can react, hurry up and leave, and if we're lucky, we'll be able to catch breakfast."

"First of all, where to retreat."

Celia asked lightly.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I'm not going to play word games anymore this time."

Bang Bang said with a wry smile.

"Back to our boss, we've done enough for this ticket, it's time to settle the bill, and I think there's a whole bunch of questions to sum up."

I sighed with the pervert.

Truth be told, we hate meetings the most because it often means learning.