The five teams of weight-bearing wheels spun wildly, and the huge metal blocks ran down the sidewalk in front of them like roaring beasts.

The soldier in hardcover armor in front of the metal tracks seemed to have turned into fragile tofu dregs, and his body seemed to have turned into crushed cherry tomatoes.

The click of metal being squashed.

The sound of flesh popping.

The sound of bones being crushed.

The most desperate overture was played.

The blood gathered together was like a long river of scarlet.

Soldiers densely packed the sidewalks tore a huge hole in the middle.

The rich smell of blood spread in the sky, and the sound of crying father and mother echoed in everyone's ears, and a pair of eyes full of horror stared at the behemoth in front of them, they completely did not understand what this thing was and why it had such terrifying power.

If Chloe were still alive, he might be able to call this guy's name, Ghost Chariot.

Type 59 medium tank!

Imitation of Maozi production, the first domestic main battle tank, a total of more than 10,000 units have been produced in the country, the new tank has been the main equipment of the domestic armored forces before the successful research and development, five teams of load-bearing wheels are its signature features.

As for the various improved derivative models, they are countless, and when they are placed in domestic military equipment, they are definitely the existence of grandparents.

The normal 59 type combat weighs 36 tons, has a total length of 9 meters, a width of 3.2 meters, and a height of 2.7 meters, requires a crew of 4 people, a maximum speed of 50 kilometers per hour, and a maximum range of 560 kilometers. The main armament is 1 100 mm rifled gun with a combat rate of fire 7 rounds / min, 1 12.7 mm anti-aircraft machine gun and 2 7.62 mm machine guns.

And the tank summoned by Roger is obviously different from the normal 59 type.

The single block is a big circle, counting the total length of the gun chamber is more than 15 meters, the width is close to 5 meters, the height is more than 4 meters, and even the crawlers rotating below are more exaggerated and hideous than the normal 59 type.

The hundred-millimeter rifled cannon was replaced by a two-hundred-millimeter behemoth, and the three machine guns were directly turned into six six-barreled Gatling Vulcan cannons.

This is obviously not a normal five-nine style anymore, and Roger has given this big guy a new name, called five-nine style. Change!

The spinning tracks and weight wheels, branded with the coat of arms of the storm, can make him faster and more ferocious.

The thick chamber of the cannon is wrapped with the glow of lightning and flames, which can make the destructive power of the cannonball even more terrifying.

Six Vulcan cannons, front, back, left and right facing six different directions, each Vulcan cannon is wrapped with a transparent, ordinary person can't see at all.

The ghost chariot still ran wildly down the road, with two long and broad blood streaks behind it.

The momentary gore stunned everyone.

Even the six bad old men were wide-eyed, and their cloudy old eyes were full of shock, what is this? Could it be some kind of special, powerful relic?

Damn, how much treasure does this Roger have?

The sight in front of them did not frighten the old men, on the contrary, they became more greedy.

Relic.

The Ballett family really hides many powerful secret arts and holy relics.

The war has begun, they have no possibility of retreating, and there is only one way left in front of them, which is to kill all the members of the Ballett family and plunder all their treasures.

The voice of Primo, the head of the Knights of the Royal City, once again resounded in mid-air: "Don't be afraid, this thing is an iron shell, anyone can break this iron shell, and the bounty is two million pounds, and the six of us will be guaranteed to become a noble!"

"Everybody rush me ......."

The figure for the golden pound has been raised to two million.

What made the eyes of these soldiers shine even more was the word noble.

The status of nobility is irresistible for commoners, and once they become nobles, they represent that they have truly stepped into high society.

They no longer need to risk their lives to participate in battles, they can have endless money, and they can also indulge in sex and hug left and right.

Greed, is stimulating the nerves of these soldiers.

Even made them ignore the pool of muddy blood under their feet.

A large group of hoplites let out a crazy howl in unison, desperately slapping the horses that had already been terrified to the extreme, grabbing the spears in their hands, and rushing towards the roaring beast in front of them.

These cavalry are the elite of the elite cultivated by a few old men.

The armor on their bodies is far stronger than ordinary battle armor, even sharp arrows are difficult to penetrate, and even sharp swords are difficult to tear.

They are loyal to their masters, and they don't care about right or wrong.

Seeing that the figures that densely filled the entire street were rushing towards Roger, behind them, Selubelia, Evangelin, and Louise all had some fear on their faces.

They knew that Roger's strength was very strong, but after all, there were such an exaggerated number of enemies in front of him, could Roger really deal with it?

If it weren't for the little evil spirit's obstruction, Selubelia couldn't help but want to rush over, although she was only a fifth-order transcendent, and her strength in the face of this level of confrontation was almost as good as non-existent.

The little evil spirit is the old god, and she is the one who knows Roger's power the most among all of them.

In the eyes of the little evil spirit, although the ghost chariot in front of him looks exaggerated, it is only just a look, and the real power is far from comparable to the thing that bombed itself.

Nelson and Elvia, who had no time to leave, were even more dumbfounded, the corpses on the ground that had turned into mush were constantly stimulating their nerves, they had no idea what this big man had summoned by Mr. Roger, and why it had such terrifying power.

Only Leo Nona, who quietly stayed by her sister's side, who had lost her breath, grabbed her sister's little hand, and seemed to be humming a slightly weird song softly in her mouth.

No one but Leonona hadn't even noticed that the blood on the street was pooling together and slowly wriggling on the ground like some strange gelatinous substance, in the direction of the Ballett family mansion.

In mid-air, strands of gray-black silk spread like spider webs.

The vortex on Rosalina's body had already begun to spin.

Inside the Five-Nine Style, Roger's face was a shallow smile, his eyes stared at the figure outside that was full of twisted and crazy faces rushing towards him, and one tentacle after another finally pulled the trigger.

Click, click, click......

The barrel rotated and made a strange sound.

Six Gatlings, the barrel spins faster and faster, faster and faster.

Finally......

Tongues of fire turned into light that never faded.

Tearing through the dark night sky, roaring in all directions.

Each bullet carried a sharp whistle.

The speed of the bullet was so fast that the sound mixed together like a never-ending scream echoing in everyone's ears.

Then, the bloodiest scene appeared.

Screaming?

Inexistent.

The soldiers who swarmed in all directions couldn't even give a chance to scream.

The terrifying rate of fire of thousands of bullets per second was vividly displayed at this time, and for a while, there were crisscrossing lights and shadows everywhere in mid-air, weaving into a dense barrage that was more exaggerated than the torrential rain.

The bullets with several times the speed of sound showed a desperate destructive power, and the heavy armor was torn to pieces like tofu dregs, and even the flesh and blood in the armor, and even the war horse under the crotch, were all broken into fine pieces.

In mid-air, on the ground, blood rains and wind.

Mowing the lawn!

Roger really seemed to have turned into a terrifying lawnmower, and the cavalry rushing up around him disappeared in unison, like collapsed dominoes, constantly extending towards the rear.

As for precision?

Does that thing matter?

It doesn't matter, under the terrifying rate of fire of thousands of bullets per second, as long as the bullets don't hit the tank, it doesn't matter at all.

What kind of secret art is this?

Hell...... At this moment, all those who are still alive have finally seen what the real hell is.

A legion of fifteen thousand?

Pediatrics.

How many have died in this short period of time, a thousand, two thousand, three thousand, four thousand?

Countless bodies were torn to pieces by the barrage, and there were flying pieces of flesh everywhere in the air, which were immediately penetrated, and when they were scattered on the ground, they had already turned into a pulp.

I couldn't hear the wail of my companion's death, I could only hear the clattering sound and the image of my companion being torn apart, and then it was soon his turn.

There is no chance of dodging, no chance of escape.

That's the real Grim Reaper.

Roger didn't care what the identity of these soldiers was, maybe they also had parents to support and children to support...... But what does that have to do with him?

When these people tried to kill themselves, they were sentenced to death.

Plislet, Morton, Primo, Elliott, Gerald, Wycliffe...... They are the Seven Saints of Protector of the Country. But at this moment, these six old men were also pale.

Beads of sweat kept rolling down his face, and his eyes were dull and desperate.

This...... This is not the scene they expected, right?

They had long known that Roger's strength was very strong, but they took it for granted that even if the super-rank powerhouse was strong, it would not be too exaggerated, and their six masters, plus 15,000 elites, were enough to drown Roger.

But now they finally realized that they were wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

Roger...... And the power of the entire Ballett family, it is impossible to speculate according to common sense at all.

Their hearts are filled with remorse, and they know that they have made the worst decision of their lives.

Every second is the death of a large number of living people.

The picture of flesh and blood splashing brought a strong impact to the hearts of everyone who saw this scene, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, mixed with the smell of gunpowder, which was disgusting.

Human life is like grass mustard.

Only Roger, the arc of the corners of his mouth is becoming more and more obvious.

Speaking of which, do you feel uncomfortable in the hearts of people who have killed so many people?

It doesn't seem like hey!