After examining the last corpse, Sue stood up and looked into the distance, still hidden in the mist. (Full-text novel reading, all in.1. (1. The occasional rumbling of artillery indicates that the fighting is still very fierce. The Dark Dragoon's combat prowess is unquestionable, especially in desperate situations. Even if they were surrounded by several times the number of troops for four whole days, it seemed that it would be very difficult for the Calamity Scorpion to completely annihilate them.

Even if the ability is average, the strength is too much higher than that of the ordinary warriors of the Calamity Scorpion, and it is not much different from the armored warriors. The more capable servants can easily take out the armored warriors one-on-one, and the dragoons themselves, even if they are privates, their strong combat power can guarantee the elimination of a small level of Calamity Scorpion warriors alone. As for the servants of Rigolei and Li, whose own strength is equivalent to that of a dragoon lieutenant, it cannot be considered as normal.

The wars of the turbulent years have become fundamentally different from the old ones. The large industrial base has been wiped out, and weapons systems that rely on precision processing technology to make small quantities have become the mainstream, and at the same time, the rapid development of individual capabilities has upset the balance of combat, and with the same equipment, with sufficient time and space, capable people can completely eliminate hundreds or even thousands of ordinary soldiers. Crowd and cannon fodder tactics have become tactics that are rarely used. A large number of ordinary warriors of the Calamity Scorpion died in battle, in exchange for the loss of dragoons and servants, and in the end, most of the dragoons who were alone could die at the hands of these ordinary warriors after running out of ammunition and supplies.

Originally, the most efficient way to fight against the Dark Dragoon was to dispatch a strong man like Matham to directly kill the dragoon whose servants and servants were pinned down. Among the dragoons in the pendulum city war zone, except for Ricardo, who joined Sue's servants, there was no dragoon who could resist this terrifying giant. Four days have passed, and the dark dragoons under siege are still fiercely resisting, and it seems that strong men like Matham have not appeared. So where is he hiding?

In the turbulent times, although humans have largely adapted to this environment through evolution, the number of people who survived is still only a fraction of the number on the eve of the Great War. In this day and age, even if you want to expand the army on a large scale, it is difficult to find so many men and women of the right age. How could the Calamity Scorpion commit thousands of troops on a battlefield in one direction? Where did so many people come from?

Su pondered the question in his heart, but he couldn't find the answer. If we take the Bloody Council's sphere of influence as an analogy, then the scope of the Calamity Scorpion's control should be several times that of the Bloody Council, reaching a scale of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers, so that it is possible to gather so many troops and put nearly 10,000 cannon fodder for consumption in a single war zone.

Moreover, the dead Scorpion Soldier of Calamity was as full of life as ever, so strong that Su had the illusion that what he had killed was not a heavily armed warrior, but some babies who had not yet been weaned.

While thinking, Su disassembled an assault rifle of the Calamity Scorpion, disassembled and put it on, put it on and disassembled, and dozens of parts danced and flew in those hands that only showed their fingertips, as if they had their own lives. After three rounds of disassembly and assembly, Su was finally satisfied with the quality of the rifle, and the defective parts were replaced with parts removed from other rifles. He picked up his rifle and two magazines, and headed deeper into the war zone.

Before he had gone a kilometer, Su had already sensed that another small group of fighters was hurrying towards here. He arched his body slightly, trotted to an abandoned house 200 meters away, then sat down quietly, even closed his eyes, and began to rest.

A group of Calamity Scorpion warriors emerged from the fog in a loose horizontal line, and two armored warriors came first, their electronic goggles flashing, constantly scanning the surrounding area.

As if asleep, Sue let the group of warriors pass in front of her. He didn't restrain all his breath, but just controlled his breath to Cheng Dù, which the two armored warriors just couldn't sense.

After the skirmisher line had completely passed, Su Cai walked out of the house where he was hiding, stood still in the middle of the empty street, and raised his gun to aim at the Scorpion Warriors of Calamity who were only a hundred meters away. His movements are unhurried, as calm as a holiday walk.

The monotonous sound of gunfire began to ring out, and it was not until the fourth companion fell to the ground that the warriors of the Calamity Scorpion realized that there was an enemy behind them!

They turn, crouch low, seek enemies, aim, and even two start shooting at the fastest speed possible! However, the guns continued to fire, and the Scorpion Warriors of Calamity still fell one by one at an incredible speed.

Su, on the other hand, stood in the face of a rain of bullets and shot down the enemies at a distance of 100 meters one by one with the assault rifle of the Calamity Scorpion. The bullets from the opposite side whistled, and Su stood still most of the time, only occasionally moving slightly to the left and right, or squatting slightly, and avoided all the oncoming bullets.

In less than 10 seconds, there were only two armored warriors left in this team of more than 20 Calamity Scorpion warriors!

The assault rifle fires at a constant rate of three rounds per second, but the slow rate of fire exudes chilling calmness and coldness. Two bullets first destroyed the machine gun in the hands of the armored soldiers, and then one after another landed on the goggles of their helmets, and although the two armored soldiers were staggered back by the impact of the bullets, each bullet landed almost exactly the same place! Even the goggles of the Dark Dragoon could hardly resist the continuous direct fire of an assault rifle, let alone the Scorpion of Calamity bulletproof tactical goggles of inferior quality?

After three bullets each, Sue looked at the cracked goggle lenses with satisfaction and pulled the trigger again. This time, blood and brains finally spurted out of the cracks in the goggles.

Sue walked among the corpses on the ground.

With a soft thud, an empty magazine with a still hot breath fell to the ground, and then a fully loaded magazine was removed from a corpse by a hand wearing tactical gloves, and the thick, sturdy boots walked down the empty street into the distance. The footsteps were thick and steady, maintaining a constant rhythm from beginning to end, until Su's figure disappeared in the mist, and the faint footsteps still lingered over the corpses in one place.

It's a little brighter again.

This time, Sue's left hand took not only a magazine from the corpse, but also an assault rifle of the Calamity Scorpion. A few seconds later, the barrel of this assault rifle was replaced by the one in Sue's hand. In the light, Sue's hands moved in an elegant rhythm, and the tactical gloves that clinged to her skin did not detract from the beauty of these hands. And the exposed fingertips are like a little crystal snow, as white as if they do not belong to this world at all. I don't know how long Su fought, but even if he turned over the corpses of the enemy covered with blood and dust, the tips of his ten fingers were not stained with any dust.

It's as if war is meant to be clean, plain, and spotless.

The clock was already pointing to twelve o'clock. Due to the dense and widespread radiation clouds, it was still cold in the north in April, when spring should have bloomed, and the sky was very dark, as if night was about to fall.

The electronic lights softly illuminate the office, the light is bright but not intense, and the composition is almost exactly the same as the natural sunlight. Of course, it doesn't contain lethal ultraviolet rays. Bathing in such a light is actually no different from sunbathing in the old days, but Marshal Diaste prefers the blazing sunlight that is rare outside, and hates these lights that are full of synthetic smell. He actually knew that there was no difference between electronic lights and sunlight, and the technical level of the Calamity Scorpion could even simulate the natural radiation fluctuations in sunlight, and after losing most of his ability, the marshal could not directly withstand the sunlight outside without being damaged. But the marshal just liked the more natural sunshine, though he never refused to admit that it was only a childish psychological effect.

It's time for lunch, and the orderlies, who are not lacking in beauty but forever lack emotion, have brought in a lunch box. But the marshal suddenly lost interest in lunch, and he looked at the rows of casualty information on the screen, and suddenly frowned.

In just one morning, seven teams of more than 200 fighters were reported casualties. Such heavy casualties only occurred on the day when the four dragoons were surrounded and their ranks and formations were crushed with overwhelming superiority in force and firepower. And what is different this time is that today's battle fatality rate is excessively high, with only 11 minor and serious injuries reported, and all the rest died!

A premonition that could not be called wonderful suddenly passed through Diaste's mind, and he kept moving on the largest light screen in the center, calling up the route of the battle-damaged soldiers and the places where they were found dead.

Just in the midst of the busyness, a soft female voice came from behind Diaste, but it inevitably seemed a little dull and mechanical: "Marshal, your lunch time has come, please eat on time." ”

Diaste ignored the orderly's call, his sharp gaze just staring at the holographic topographic map on the light screen. On the map, except for more than 30 casualties in the center of the battlefield, all the other battle damage records occurred in the marginal area, and a trajectory was vaguely outlined in the distribution. The problem is that all the reports of severity and severity occur in the center of the battlefield, and all the soldiers in the marginal areas are killed, not even a single case of serious injury and near death!

This meant that the entire six squads of fighters were all wiped out in just one morning, and the kills were crisp and neat, without any dragging. Moreover, except for the 306th squad, which died first, all the other fighters died of gunshot wounds, and they died under the scourge Scorpion's own standard assault rifle bullets! How much difference the quality of the Calamity Scorpion Assault Rifle is from the Dark Dragoon Assault Rifle, Diaste, as the founder, is of course very clear. What good guns do ordinary warriors with no special abilities use? They can't use an assault rifle that is too powerful. Not to mention the fact that the number of these fighters is in the thousands, and cost is a factor that must be considered.

"Marshal, please eat on time." Every minute, the orderly would mechanically urge him, but to no avail.

Five minutes have passed, and the time limit is close to the bottom line of the orderly. She walked up behind Diaste, wrapped her arms around his waist, then unbuttoned the marshal's pants and put her hands inside. For the past few days, she has been urging Diaste to eat in this way, and it has worked well.

But today this method has lost its effectiveness. Diastre suddenly became irritable, and with a backhand slap slap the slender and beautiful orderly into the air, he slammed into the wall! The orderly's face turned pale in an instant, and he slowly fell to the ground, leaving a shocking trail of blood on the alloy wall. She had fainted before she had completely collapsed. And when she lost consciousness, she still urged in a weak voice: "...... Please eat on time......"

Diaste drew on the light screen, and soon outlined a forward route among the corpses on the map of the map, which was advancing from the southeastern ** war zone, almost straight to the center of the war zone! Just as the route appeared, another message popped up on the light screen on one side: Team 298 is all wiped out, and there are no survivors.

The locations covered by Team 298 were quickly added to the big map, right ahead of that line!

Without hesitation, Diaste lit up a blood-red scorpion icon on the screen, and a few seconds later, a sweet and pleasant voice rang out in the command room: "You know that my time is precious. ”

Disyat's face was full of anger, but his voice was obviously restrained, and he seemed low and steady: "The reinforcements of the Dark Dragoon have arrived, and they are coming with very powerful high-level Dragoons, I don't know how many." ”

"Destroy them." The voice gave the order in a simple, clear and concise manner.

"Annihilation?" Diaste's volume suddenly doubled, and he sneered and said, "What do you do to destroy them, just rely on this pile of garbage you configured for me?" ”

"There are still 1700 junk in your reserves, and 1100 more fighting on the frontal battlefield. According to calculations, the combat effectiveness of these units far exceeds ......"

"Pandora! Don't fool me with your mechanical personality that doesn't have a brain at all, she doesn't even have the qualifications for me to in the face! Diaste roared violently, slamming his fists the center podium, and his angry voice echoed like thunder: "War is not just simple addition and subtraction as your decimal mind thinks!" Thousands of garbage together are still garbage, even if they are covered with iron sheets, they are still garbage! If the eggs of the whole world are united, can they break stones? What a joke! If that's the case, why still offer that bullshit apostle like a god? Give Lao Tzu tens of thousands of garbage, and the heap also heaped the apostles to death! What do you voters who only know how to lick their ass do! ”

The command room was silent for a full second, and then Pandora's sweet and crisp voice sounded again, but this time there was something more indescribable: "Marshal Diaste, be careful with your words, disrespect to the apostles will bring you ruin, and the process will be very long and painful, and you will definitely regret the bitter venting just now." ”

Diastor smiled sarcastically and said, "If you think according to your idiot personality, not only will those two dragoons be rescued, but maybe even this forward base will be lost!" At that time, what awaits me is also ruined miè, a long and painful ruined miè. Anyway, the ending is the same, so it's better to scold. ”

"Swearing doesn't solve the problem. What do you have to build yì? Pandora asked calmly, unmoved by Diaste.

"Bring in those damn voters, the more the merrier!" Diaste is very crisp.

"It can't be. Most voters are still asleep, and they need to rest and build strength. Pandora coldly rejected Diaste's offer, which once again brought the marshal to the brink of rage.

Diaste sneered and said slowly, "Cultivating strength? At this time, I don't want to move, I really don't know what this group of sleeping pigs soaked in pus still needs strength to do! Either they will be soaked until they stink and rot, or they will simply be smashed into jars by the enemy, and they will be cut into pieces like rotten meat, which is the doomed end of those voters? I have to say that the apostles were not ordinarily wise and great! ”

"Watch your words, Marshal Diaste." After Pandora's routine formulaic warning, he was silent for nearly ten seconds before he said, "The Apostle has paid attention to the battle situation at the forward base, and there will be a solution soon, please be patient." ”

Diastre grimaced and said, "No matter what the plan, as long as I don't use this garbage to destroy the opponent's high-level dragoons." ”

In the middle of a deep, silent space, there was a faint glow, and in it was Pandora, who still maintained her body and appearance when she was ten years old. She floated like a doll, her small hands slowly tapping on the ever-changing screens of light around her, sometimes switching screens, sometimes giving orders. The color of her eyes changes, and if you enlarge it infinitely, you can see that there are actually countless light screens inside that are living and dying.

It was a space of utter silence, with no sound at all. Beyond the light, there is no boundless darkness, and there is no telling where the boundaries of this space are.

Beside Pandora, a small screen floats. It is always there, and does not come and go like any other screen full of information. On the screen was a yellowed photograph of a tall and mighty man, his smiling face seemed to radiate a brilliant light, and the marshal's uniform draped with ribbons accentuated his status. Beside him was a tranquil and beautiful woman, although it was only a still photograph, it was still not difficult to see that the corners of her eyebrows and eyes were all full of the kind of thing called happiness.

Between the two of them, there is a newborn baby. She is very, very beautiful, but she doesn't cry or laugh, but looks at the camera coldly, which is creepy.

"Pandora......

Suddenly, a loud and majestic voice rang out in the extremely silent space, calling Pandora's name.

Pandora rose from her half-lying floating position and scattered all the light screens, the first to disappear was the small screen that seemed to contain only pictures. She half-knelt on the ground where there was no zài, and replied in a sweet voice of a cold machine: "Great apostle, have you awakened? Whatever you have to tell you this time, Pandora will definitely do it for you. ”