The war entered its fourth day.

Brutal street fighting turns the street in front of the abandoned department store into a brutal meat grinder, with sticky blood and mutilated corpses covering every inch of the floor tiles.

The originally neatly aligned battle line has turned into a zigzag shape in the continuous pulling, and the ground that has been ploughed by artillery fire and aerial bombs is imprinted with shocking scars.

Ironically, the three years of war that buried the League of People never touched the land, but two centuries after the war ended, it ushered in a baptism of iron and fire.

Humm's heart was full of confusion.

He remembered that the leader had said that the Alliance's offensive was at the end of its power, and that their soldiers had been frightened by Delu's voice, and would soon run away with their tails between their legs.

The recaptured positions are the best proof of this. And yet – is that really the case?

"Boom!"

Dense artillery fire rang out on time, like a black cloud pressed into it,

Rolling through the streets, one by one, getting closer and closer.

Green heads squatted on both sides of the street

In the earthen building, the dust that was shaken off from time to time rose and fell together.

Hum is not afraid of the shelling of the Union.

This thing sounds like a lot of movement, but it's through the concrete

It's still hard for the wall to blow them up, and some small abrasions

It doesn't have to be taken to heart at all.

In the end, the two sides need to fight face-to-face to decide the winner.

Then there's nothing to be afraid of.

The shelling started on time and ended on time.

The centurion, who was squatting nearby, shook the cement slag off his body

Standing up, he raised his voice and yelled.

"Chop them up!"

Its chest shook with the roar, like a roaring beast looking up to the sky.

"Oh oh oh!"

Inspired by the courage and savagery, the mutant soldiers shouted and got up, grabbed the guys and scattered to the bunkers outside, ready to fight the Alliance soldiers.

Hum followed closely behind the guy in front.

Almost at the same time as it stepped out of the concrete wreckage, a deafening shout of killing followed the crackling of gunfire.

The street it is responsible for is one of the leading roads to the abandoned department store, and the collapsed viaduct is in the middle of the crossroads.

Scrap cars are natural bunkers, and a simple bunker is simply thrown in a few sandbags and a machine gun.

The Church was constantly pumping ammunition to the city, and they didn't have to worry about logistical supplies, they only had to stuff death into the mouths of the human soldiers, and the tracer lights roared through the streets like snow swept up by a storm.

From the invisible fog, he felt a hint of unusualness, and the ferocious fire seemed as if the first day's offensive had been repeated.

Isn't the alliance coming to an end? Why ...... again? Alive?

It always had the illusion that the people in front of it were the same people it had encountered on the first day.

The only difference is that they seem to be much more skilled than they were on the first day, and they don't ram their guns again.

If it was then, it would have been enough to bring them down with a shuttle.

But now, they have clearly mastered the art of fighting, and even if it is only a very shallow skill, it still causes them huge problems.

"Da-da-!"

The machine gun continuously sprayed tongues of fire, and in foggy weather with extremely low visibility, the hit was almost a matter of luck.

Hum didn't grab a machine gun, so he could only fire indiscriminately at the bunker with a rifle he had picked up out of nowhere, but he was quickly glad that he was a beat slower.

Before the muzzle of the gun could smoke, the scorching fire exploded beside him, and the flying shrapnel and hot blood smeared its face.

It glanced sideways, only to see the one that had been strafing with its machine gun earlier

The guy was only half of his body twitching on the ground.

The corpse was seen more, but in fact, it became numb, and a topless guy quickly grabbed the machine gun and continued to pick the trigger and fire.

Hum didn't show a sad expression because the brother who had peed together died in battle, but a trace of confusion gradually grew in his heart.

Retake this street at its feet...... Really can say

Is the Ming Alliance almost unable to hold on?

However, this confusion lasted less than half a minute before it was interrupted by a roar that pierced through the thick fog.

A giant covered in steel plates, with heavy and rapid steps, stepped through the shattered bunkers, and suddenly broke into this battlefield.

Its body was as tall as a wall, and the steel that draped over it was as strong as the armor of a tank.

Seeing its appearance, almost all mutants had a frenzy in their eyes and shouted excitedly.

It's the same with hum!

Big guy!

The strongest warrior in the tribe!

They can't be produced normally at all, and they can't learn a few words in a lifetime, but every guy who grows up is a warrior who has been given a name!

They are born warriors!

"Roar!"

A roar leaked through the crack in the helmet, and as it ran, it slammed its shoulders against the nearest iron bump.

The human soldier in the exoskeleton pulled out his short axe and wanted

Resist, yet the axe was like a toothpick in the face of its sheer size.

Hum clearly saw that the axe that had slashed at the helmet had only left an insignificant white mark on the blackened steel, and then the human soldier was knocked out by the big man's slashing and slammed into the concrete building beside it.

A steel bar that was exposed outside the wall pushed out from his back, piercing the human soldier in half, only to see the man struggle for a moment with the steel bar in both hands, and then his head drooped and stopped moving.

"Roar!"

The mutant growled as he threw his head back and grabbed a steel bar from the ground, then smashed it into the next one.

The human soldiers were obviously startled by this big man, and for a moment they were caught off guard by the rampaging giant.

Squatting behind the cover, humming excitedly in his veins, he shouted and cheered with the minions beside him.

The big guy seemed to be inspired by their roar, and in the middle of the battlefield he wielded a steel bar several meters long to become more and more courageous.

In the blink of an eye, two more heavy exoskeletons flew out and fell unconscious in the concrete wreckage.

The Alliance soldier immediately raised his rifle and fired at the guy, but the tracer light looked like toothpicks in front of its sheer size.

Except for the bullet marks scratched on the arc of the heavy steel armor, there was no substantial damage left, but it aroused the ferocity of the big guy, and the steel bar in his hand waved even more vigorously.

The already chaotic position was even more of a mess when it was smashed.

The human soldier in the lead seemed to be shouting something, but he couldn't understand it, so he thought it was a panicked scream.

What it didn't know, however, was that the Alliance soldiers, though startled by the big man, were far from panicked.

For example, the midnight chicken killing has seen this thing, and many veterans of the jungle corps have also seen it, knowing that although this guy is not easy to deal with, it is far from invincible.

"Damn—this blaster can't break it?!"

"Brother, you're stuck at a safe distance! Hit back!"

"It's too late! Cut the rifle and hit!"

"Grass, this armor is too thick! I can't move!"

"Then go to the tube."

As soon as the words fell, the roar of the engine came from the side of the crossroads.

The midnight killer who was about to take out the barrel looked sharply in that direction,

The moment I met the headlights, I was overjoyed.

Chimera! It's the brother of the Skeleton Corps!

The roaring engine was like a war drum, accompanied by the wide front of the car into the battlefield where the guns rang out one after another.

There is not a trace of mud and water.

The raised edge of the front of the armored car slammed into the crotch of the giant mutant.

The big guy only felt that the lower half of his body felt like he had been hit with a heavy hammer, and he let out a cry of pain, and his feet were pushed off the ground for a while, and he was blown backwards by the top of the huge car.

At this moment, the rampaging Chimera suddenly came to a sharp stop, and the big guy who lost his balance had no chance to stand firm, so he could only stagger backwards.

The Chimera, however, did not give it the slightest respite, and the 37 rapid-fire gun was aimed straight at its chest. And then -

The muzzle of the cannon, which was as deep as a black hole, was merciless

Spewed out a thick tongue of fire!

"Bang bang bang!"

The deafening sound of the cannon was like a war drum, and a trail of light as thick as a python rushed out of the muzzle of the cannon, and hit the thumb-thick breastplate like raindrops, and the cuirass that exploded with each shot made an overwhelming mournful roar.

The big guy who staggered back was powerless to resist the kinetic energy brought by the 37, and was pressed directly into the broken window on the side of the street.

Incoming shrapnel and sparks flew out of the window, with the occasional ricocheting or two.

The flickering firelight and smoke obscured the bloody mire and broke the painful howl.

His eyes widened, staring at the place where the big guy had fallen, and the excitement and bloodlust in his pupils had faded somewhere.

All that remains is boundless fear. It's just a split second—

The warrior who had come into the world with death and glory, and who had been born with the name of his patriarch, was crushed into pulp by the sparks that shot from the iron box.

Soon he saw that the smoking barrel was slowly moving, aiming at the position where it was.

"Roar!"

As if to vent the fear in his chest, he let out a hoarse roar, and the trigger of the rifle in his hand was almost pulled to the bottom, trying to extinguish the whistling storm with the fragile flames.

The other mutant soldiers around them did the same, firing ferocious fire at the iron lump standing in the middle of the battlefield, trying to crush it with a hail of bullets.

However-

In the face of the equivalent armor tens of millimeters thick, the bullets fired by small arms were too weak to be as effective as the rounded axes in their hands.

Almost at the same time as the snort roared, a bolt of lightning as thick as a python swooped down on the mutants, bursting with flickering flames on the scribbled position.

Sandbag bunkers were blown all over the ground, and the sandbag walls that could block bullets were like children's building blocks in front of the 37 rapid-fire gun.

Fortunately, there was no pain in this moment.

I only felt a flash in front of my eyes, and then a dark, and all my senses fell into the boundless abyss with that "snap......

"Bang bang bang!"

The roar of artillery continued.

Until the bunkers of the entire street were baptized with armor-piercing incendiary bombs.

As if the fun was not over, the armored car was replaced with high-explosive shells, and there was also a round of scrubbing of the cracks in the buildings on both sides of the street.

Although the gunfire continued in the distance, the battle on the street was basically over with the arrival of the armored vehicle.

Jungle Legion players left cover and followed the armored vehicle with their blasters, shooting the mutant soldiers who were about to retreat with their ammo boxes, reclaiming the positions they had given up to the mutants yesterday.

"Well done!"

Whistling at the ceasefire Chimera armored vehicles, the Picheng paratroopers wearing the "Iron Wall" exoskeleton gave a thumbs up excitedly.

Although it was not he who opened fire.

But the devastating firepower really made him feel refreshed.

The elf king Fugui jumped down from behind the butt of the armored car, looked at the grizzled brothers of the jungle corps, and showed off with his eyebrows.

"How? Isn't our new gear awesome?"

Xiao Xiaoxiao Bookworm: "6666!"

Voldemort: "Rich, brother!"

Elf King Fugui smiled embarrassedly and said haha. "The main thing is that our captain's game sells well."

Seeing that a group of good brothers had cast their expectant glances at him, the chicken brother with an iron pimple subtly moved his eyes away, and whistled as if he didn't see it.

Make hay? Inexistent.

Be content with your prostitute NPC equipment! Irena said with a funny expression.

"I suggest that guy stay in Ideal City and move bricks, and we can fight it."

The roof of the armored car was lifted, and the mole hand that came out of it rested on the edge of the turret and rolled its eyes in annoyance.

"Damn, without Lao Tzu's command, do you know where to go?"

These dog things!

It's useless to pretend to be forced to command as soon as the wind is down!

As soon as the wind is headwind, he scolds the conductor for not giving his hand!

This corps commander is really tired!

The elf king is rich and hippie and smiles and dismantles the stage.

"Hey, it's not Lao Tzu bragging, it's not the legion that we're fighting. Wouldn't it be over beating these barbarians who can't repair their bunkers and slamming them in the face?"

Several other players followed suit.

"That's it!"

"This is a woolen tactic, and the wave is over!"

"How dare you say that the foot on the gas just now wasn't enough to wave?"

The mole coughed dryly, and was too embarrassed to say that.

To be honest, he actually has a bit of a wave, for example, there is no need to rush to the front just now, just stand in the distance and nod his head.

But it doesn't matter!

Forced him to pretend.

It's cool and it's over!

Reaching out and clicking on the communication button on his helmet, the mole decisively pretended not to hear everyone's ridicule, cleared his throat and shouted in the communication channel.

"Attention all formations, prepare to cooperate with the infantry to advance in the direction of the coordinates of the old resident settlement...... The old site of Singularity City is over there, beware of the mutants hiding in the buildings."

Answers soon came from the communication channel.

"Roger!"

A satisfied expression appeared on the mole's face.

It seems that the performance of the Chimera armored car on all fronts is not bad, and it does not disgrace him in front of other corps.

However, the satisfied expression did not last for a few seconds, and soon an inappropriate voice came from the communication channel.

「．．．．．． This is the Chimera-3, and we're having a bit of trouble advancing to the attack point! Mutant anti-vehicle fire has broken our engines, and we're now broken down in the middle of the road—, snipers! Disperse! Spread out on both sides of the street! ...... These dogs are playing yin!"

The squad leader shouted and commanded his teammates while reporting the situation on the scene in the communication channel. Even if you don't listen to his hurried tone, it is not difficult to hear from the clanging sound alone that the scene is fierce.

Sniper?

Such a big fog, let's hang it!

The mole was stunned, then looked solemn and said immediately.

"Report your location!"

The team leader quickly confirmed his location on the map as he peered out through the observation window, speaking at a rapid pace

Said.

"600 meters southwest of the department store, there is a subway station and an unmarked office building nearby...... I've put it on the map!"

Mole: "Where's the sniper?"

Team Leader: "Listen to the gunshots, it should be on our southwest side, the position is off the crossfire zone

Region...... I'm not sure! Probably in the tallest building, or maybe in the next one."

"Circle the approximate location!"

「...... It's been updated on the map!"

"Roger! We'll be there soon!"

Hanging up the communication, the mole reported the sniper's coordinates to command, and reached out and tapped the turret.

"A brother is in trouble, and we go to the rescue...... Damn, let these guys sit in the car honestly, and they have to sit in the car and pretend to be fucked!"

Midnight Killer strode over, his blaster on his shoulder.

"Need our help?"

The mole glanced at his exaggerated outfit and shook his head into a rattle.

"No, no, just keep pushing, we'll solve the trouble over there, and we'll turn around and come back to support you in a while!"

Take this guy with you, let alone unload two or three infantrymen and get off. This iron bump does look fierce enough, but mobility is a hard flaw.

Midnight Kill didn't think much of it, grinned. "Good luck, Oak."

Watching the Chimera drive to the other side of the crossroads, he waved his hand to the brethren who had already occupied the war zone.

"Keep going!"

Before noon, the battle between the Alliance and the Qi tribe entered a white heat, especially as the Chimera armored vehicles entered the battlefield, and the originally scorching battle situation completely turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Most of the ruthless men of the Skeleton Corps were veterans who had just passed in the desert and the Legion's armored units, and although it was the first time that they had fought in the streets, the protrusion was unambiguous.

In just a few hours, the Qi tribe had lost all the positions they had regained from the alliance yesterday, and the casualties had reached the sum of the previous three days combined.

Delu was already red-eyed, like a gambler, still shouting at his few remaining men to attack the Alliance's position.

However, even from the standby of the spectators, it is clear that it is only a matter of time before that guy fails.

Garn had given up on the idiot and was setting up defenses in the neighborhood near the institute that would last a week in the best of the day.

But if the alliance continues to intensify its offensive, it is difficult to say whether it will abandon the research institute or even abandon the entire city of Geumhe and retreat south.

After all, the Torch Church really doesn't have the means to restrain these greenskins.

If they could, they would have done it a long time ago......

On the southwest side of the battlefield, in an abandoned office building, an old man wearing an exoskeleton is quietly watching the battlefield.

Eighty years old is the age of the vast majority of people in this wasteland, but his face is just a few more wrinkles.

His name was Alzu, and he was an apostle and, like Yule, was of the technical type.

The difference is that his beliefs are more self-reliant than those of Jule

The old popsicles of the Rong Era are much more determined, and there is almost no existence that can shake him.

If it weren't for the distrust of the machine, he would have uploaded his consciousness to the Sanctuary and become a glorious forerunner.

In fact, until now, he still didn't believe in the Sanctuary, a castle in the sky made of imperfect technology.

Luo Gan is the best proof of this.

Just as the church was about to finish the last piece of the puzzle on the land, the guy dropped the chain and disappeared.

The Holy Son sent him here to investigate the cause of Luo Gan's disappearance and at the same time put together the last piece of the puzzle.

Although he had no evidence, he smelled betrayal from the moment he set foot on the land.

That guy's chip is obviously still there. But it has become something else.

He couldn't think of any other reason than betrayal.

Therefore, those ethereal things are the most untrustworthy, and the human brain is the most perfect sanctuary in the world.

Lying not far from him, the flat-headed man pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle, and the number "two" was coldly spat out in his mouth, and the electronic eyes attached to the scope shrank slightly.

In this dense fog with visibility of less than 20 meters,

He seemed to be able to see every slight movement on the battlefield clearly.

The other man held a telescope in his hand, looked at the fierce battlefield in the distance, and gently slurred his tongue.

「...... The alliance has invested a total of thirty armored vehicles this time, and this must have the equipment of a battalion."

It's not easy to scrape together so much armor in the wasteland.

However, the man holding the telescope was quickly relieved to think that the Alliance had recently inherited the industrial heritage of Boulder City.

His name is Red Tapir, and he is an executioner of the Inquisition, and is part of the formation of the Mountain Falcon, who had previously disappeared during the mission, and was responsible for assisting Arzu's plan.

However, unlike the mountain falcon, he does not like to be alone, and usually brings his partner with him.

The one lying at his feet was his partner, whose name was Tang He.

Due to a previous operation, the hapless creature was pecked blind by a sniper-carrying wastelander, causing him to replace half of his brain and left eye with a prosthetic.

Probably caused by the sequelae of the operation, he is now talking about killing people every day, and he is uncomfortable not killing for a day.

No one knows what the world looks like in his eyes, but luckily there are a lot of "pastures" in the diocese for him to mess around, and those who are being farmed

The cattle will not resist, just pick two out and kill him.

Because of his abnormal brain, Tang He would hardly pay attention to him except for the topic of murder, so he communicated with the old apostle next to him along the way.

After glancing at the battlefield in the distance for a moment, Arzu spoke slowly.

"I've always felt like it's not just the Alliance that's eyeing us."

The red tapir laughed.

"Oh? How do you see that?"

Arzu spoke slowly.

"The more prominent part of the alliance is biotechnology, and if we can suppress our technicians in electronic warfare, there must be experts helping them."

The tapir frowned slightly.

"You mean the corporate guys?"

It seems to be true.

Yesterday he attempted an electronic warfare attack on the Iron Heart's communications system, only to be spotted by the other side as soon as he made his move.

He could feel at least two distinct forces staring at him, scaring him into a cold sweat and quickly disconnecting him.

Nearly half of his good brother's brain was burned off.

Arzu nodded slowly, then shook his head slowly.

"I'm afraid it's not just the company, but also the people from the academy."

The tapir frowned slightly. Academy......

If it's just a business, it won't give him a headache.

Those guys have always watched people cook, and if the opponent wasn't a behemoth like the Legion, it would be almost impossible for the Council to exert a lot of strength as soon as they came up. And by the time those guys got serious, the flame had already covered several provinces, and there was no need to be afraid of them.

But adding the academy is another story.

Those technicians are not very strong in combat, and it can even be said that those guys are not fodder for fighting at all.

However, those guys are ridiculously strong in the field of technology, and their tentacles are all over the wasteland.

And the most troublesome thing is that very few people know what they are thinking about and what their motivation is for doing something.

To make a figurative analogy, he is more afraid of those incomprehensible magic than those that can be seen.

Scratching the back of his head, the tapir sighed with a headache.

"It's hard...... A few of us who are making small troubles, how can he attract a joint crusade between the academy and the enterprise."

Alzupi smirked, and his majestic countenance did not change in the slightest.

"To me

It's all the same, sooner or later, those bed bugs will die at our feet."

With that, he turned and walked to the stairwell.

Looking at his back as he left, the tapir shouted.

"Where are you going?"

The voice of the answer to the question wafted from a distance.

"I advise you not to underestimate them, it's better to do so."

The red tapir was slightly stunned, and looked puzzled.

Don't underestimate what do they mean?

Are they talking about colleges and companies?

He didn't understand when he was underestimating those guys......

Just as he was thinking this, a buzzing sound was heard in the distance. At first the sound sounded like the cry of a mosquito, but soon it grew heavier and clearer, more and more like the roar of a propeller-

Not like, to be exact.

And that is!

Tang He's face suddenly changed, his eyes moved from the scope, he hurriedly looked at the sky, and a curse ran out of his mouth.

"Grass ......"

Soon the tapir's face also changed.

Behind the thick fog, black crosses flew through the sky, and at the same time, there were pitch-black dots thrown down.

His brother fired two black shots......

Wouldn't you be in a bomber formation?!

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