Chapter 383: Cross blade

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When the rocket exploded into the windows on the second floor of the Tailiu Prou ​​branch, a violent explosion occurred, and dozens of bullfighter mercenaries hidden in the crowd began an attack on the Prou ​​branch.
Due to the control of the Supreme Council of Mankind and the arms embargo of the free world by various countries, at this moment, the deafening rapid sound of the old automatic rifle suddenly broke out.
Gunpowder technology has not disappeared because of the emergence of energy weapons. In the free world, they still play the role of a hand. Although such weapons have limited damage to armor made of super-hard alloys, they are enough for ordinary flesh and blood.
The harsh sound of explosions, flying metal bullets, diffuse smoke and dazzling white light surrounded the entire Tailiu Mecha Branch in an instant.
When the three elders at the door were dragged into the mech pavilion by the fast-reacting disciples, the densely unknown attackers had crossed the street, jumped out of the green trees, and shot while approaching from all directions.
As another rocket landed at the gate, a shocking explosion exploded, and further away, several unremarked modified mechas already appeared. Unlike ordinary private mechas, these modified mechas are equipped with old-style machine guns. Obviously, this is used to slaughter unarmored personnel.
"The lore is not vegetarian!"
The reporters carrying the camera, risking their lives, stood in the shooting position, arranging the camera's sub-lens in a hurry. Dozens of mecha battles on First Avenue and the unidentified attackers attacked the Tailiupuluo branch at the moment, making them overwhelmed.
No one knows what kind of mystery there is. All the pictures taken and transmitted in real time only show the fact that the tradition of Freeport has been broken. Tailiu's attack on Harriman and the lore's attack on the Tailiu branch are so unscrupulous.
This will be a war!
Amidst the violent gunfire, First Avenue was already in a mess.
The mechas that fought together made an earth-shattering crash. One after another was thrown out and crashed into the surrounding buildings, bringing down the glass fragments of the curtain wall like a downpour. More than ten mechas have been destroyed in the killing, and turned into pieces of scrap iron with thick smoke on the roadside.
Between the tall buildings, the light of the explosions flew up and down, and the fire swept through several shopping malls and began to spread to the upper floors of several buildings. The panicked people were like ants in the flood. They fled. Some people trapped upstairs began to jump down desperately.
Most of the flying vehicles parked on the side of the first road have been turned into wreckage, and several of them were spared, and the alarm device was triggered by severe vibration. The original rapid and harsh alarm sound became weak and helpless in the violent gunshots, explosions, and mech crashes. Only the car lights, flashing desperately, remind people's attention.
In the Tailiu branch, an open fire had already exploded in the room hit by the rocket. The tongue of fire fluttered left and right in the window, licking and rolling everything it encountered. Thick smoke billowed out of the window, blowing in the breeze, rolling obliquely to the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
The flying cars that Cooper and Nakagawa Dahui took were parked far away where the Pro Branch was visible. After the attack, according to plan, Cooper should leave the center city and go to the secret base set up by the Matador Regiment in the infantry port until the dust settles.
The reason why I stopped here is just to wait for a message-in any case, Cooper must also determine the death of that person!
No matter what the future will be in the fight for the highest rights of Freeport, at least this time the Cooper mood is happy.
When the rocket popped into the window, a big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground.
The lore is no matter how good it is. For every force in every airspace of the Mars Freeway, Cooper has fought all his life. Although he has no certainty of winning against these old opponents, he is not afraid. Because, he knows these people, these organizations.
Only the fat man who appeared in Phantom Stream is Cooper's nightmare.
Since these days, Cooper has realized that it is a psychological control, a feeling of victims.
I am like a poor worm being blackmailed and threatened, completely losing control of my world. Watching the fat man in disbelief, everything was messed up, but there was no slight return. Looking forward and looking back and suffering, the kind of helpless suffocation makes people crazy.
Now, everything is over!
As long as the fat man and the three elders died, he not only removed the thorn in his heart, he solved the danger of splitting in Tailiu, but also gave it to the lore! Even if the lore is struggling to distinguish and track down, their eyes will only fall on the broken mountain stream that looks like a fisherman.
Cooper stared at the car communicator, and he was waiting for the confirmation of the final message.
Tian Xingjian pounced on Helen.
The rocket hit the ceiling, exploded violently, and shattered the shrapnel. Mars stained by the ceiling decoration materials ignited the bedding and thick carpet on the bed. The entire bedroom was completely changed in an instant. The wardrobe and dressing table were toppled to the ground, rags and pieces flew around in the thick smoke.
The shock wave instantly tore the clothes on the fat man's back into rags, a few pieces of shrapnel that penetrated the bed board, and pulled the skin on his back into a large mouth and embedded it into the meat. Almost in just a moment, he turned into a blood man whose hair was burnt and could not bear to see.
He couldn't help but climbed up, and Helen's eyes straightened in horror. The fat man grinned, and the expression on his face was an unsightly one. The teardrops were twirling in his eyes, shaking like a sieve. In his heart, he was irresistibly scared. If it wasn't for the large and heavy palace-style wooden bed in the bedroom that blocked most of the explosion, he believed that he was already a dead man at the moment.
Sooner or later Cooper will start, the fat man knows. He was even able to guess when Cooper started. Especially when seeing the mercenaries hidden in the crowd on the street, the fat man has confirmed his guess.
If you are not halfway to kill another Mecha team to kill the killer Harriman, you should have been "missing" under the attack of the bandit Mecha team! After a few hours, you should stay on the Rubik's Cube, looting and watching the bustle.
All messed up!
The severe pain made the fat man unable to bear any more. Lips were trembling, tears, snots and saliva could not stop, and they mixed and ticked down to Helen's chest below him.
As a coward, the conditioned reflex that fell on Helen is not a fat man's instinct.
Ever since she ran into a hooligan with An Lei when she was a child, after that timid escape, the fat man often kept himself at home and trained to act in opposition to his fear. At that time, he was just a teenager, and his mental intelligence was far from mature children. Faced with his inner fears, he desperately wanted to make himself strong and brave, and became brazen and fearless.
However, all this is easier said than done.
A child who does not understand what it means to be courageous can only encourage himself again and again with his bachelor spirit. Watching horror movies, bravely confronting the elder child, time and time again, in fear, let his legs stand firmly in place with shaking.
It was not until later that the fat man understood that no one wanted to be a martyr or a hero. Those heroes who sacrificed themselves for their heroism, in the face of life and death, were blank in their minds. Their beliefs and morals, and their responsibilities, drive their bodies to overcome the fear of death.
People are dead and birds are dead.
The fat man pulled Helen up, dragged the woman who had been completely sluggish, and slammed out of the bedroom where the fire was burning.
Helen let the fat man pull himself, despite the blankness in her mind, but before leaving, she didn't forget to grab the tiny camera that fell to the door.
War is and cruel.
However, when the rocket exploded around. When the fat, awkward figure, like a tiger, threw himself down rudely and pressed it down, Helen realized that it was a throbbing thunder from the depths of the soul.
Holding a hand covered with fat, he quickly walked through the corridor where the smoke was rolling, and ran all the way in the building trembling due to the explosion, listening to the sound of the bullets that seemed to be near the ear, avoiding the burning lying furniture Helen knew that he would never forget this scene in his life.
Human memory can always remember the most dangerous moment clearly.
But this memory has nothing to do with life and death.
In the fire and explosion, holding the thick hand, following the wide figure, this is a romance. For a woman, what is more fulfilling and satisfying than following such a man who is desperate to save himself?
Quickly ran to the entrance to the backyard mech training ground, the fat man stopped, probed his brain and looked around, and found that the attackers were still blocked by the students who took up weapons to resist outside the mech hall. Just relieved. I do n’t know what happened to the three elders who stood at the door. I thought to myself and looked back at Helen, but I was shocked.
I saw Helen's glorious eyes, and I was dumbly fixed on my face ...
Fuck!
Burning the piano and burning the crane, the fat man twisted Helen's face with his hands, and twitched anxiously: "Wake up, hey, silly woman, what are you doing at this time, scared? Silly? You fast Wake up! "
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The bandit army is a new army.
A typical mixed brand army formed by a variety of different groups established at the pirate base.
No one can understand how these pirates and soldiers with completely different outlooks on life, values ​​and personality habits are brought together.
Only those who have witnessed how these people are training every day under the leadership of the fat man know that it is a transformation of a cocoon butterfly. It's a kind of dignity and faith that has accumulated little by little in extreme training.
Both the former pirates and Lere warriors have been tightly twisted into a rope.
To survive the war, use the most desperate way to fight for the inheritance of genes. In the vast universe, in a short life, leaving a personal mark. This simple and straightforward belief has been rooted in everyone's heart during rigorous training.
Especially for those low-level pirates who have no dignity and live like a wild beast, this kind of simple belief building and hard training have already made them reborn.
Although, they still can't change what they want to see when they see good things, and what they want when they see beautiful women. Although they sometimes want to be lazy, they still like to fight and drink and gamble money. However, the strong body, clean uniform, and trusted comrades beside them made them feel like individuals for the first time.
From a certain point of view, the fat man's creation of bandits is more about psychological strengthening.
As an expert in psychology, fat people understand how fanatical it will be when someone who has never believed in something is certain.
Soldiers in this country are only working as soldiers, thinking of the days when they were promoted to prosperity, and the soldiers of the bandits are purer, more obedient, and braver than they are. The destiny in their bones also makes them more aggressive and wilder.
Fat people know how to control such an army.
Whether it is running, fighting, mecha control or other basic subjects, regular subjects, special subject training, fat people are running at the forefront and lead by example.
His perseverance, sweat, strength and desperate bachelor temperament were recognized and even admired by every soldier. This kind of worship is magnified infinitely again and again, and is ultimately inseparable from the belief of all the soldiers.
The fat man disguised as an iron-blooded soldier successfully built himself into a of war, a pillar that supports all soldiers' longing for the future.
But now, this person was attacked with a rocket! Life and death are uncertain!
The modified mecha driven by the red-eyed Markwich rushed to the front.
Behind him are forty-nine identical mechas, as well as mecha warriors with similar red eyes.
No one knows this modified mecha except the bandit members. Short stature, folded legs. The road travels with front wheels and rear tracks, carrying a flying wing, a three-jet auxiliary propeller, and a V-shaped point suspension. The armor of the mech is slender and sturdy, with an inverted crescent-shaped armor axe on the right arm, and on the left arm is a strange disc with four claws.
Mech was built by Tian Xingjian.
Every soldier who drove this mecha had seen with his own eyes, how did the fat man stay up late every day, how to drill in the warehouse full of parts, how to drive the mecha with imperfect performance again and again, at the test site Perform high-intensity testing. And how to teach everyone how to control the mech on the training ground.
Although the fat man smiles every day like a child, but everyone knows that during that time, he sleeps less than three hours a day.
I smiled from the horizontal knife to the sky, to keep two gallons of liver and gallbladder.
On the day Le Lei lost to the Bermuda Galaxy, the armor was finalized and named [Hengdao].
As soon as he stepped on the mecha, he saw the two poems engraved on the console of the mecha cockpit, everyone was full of blood.
Now, the knife is out of the sheath!
"Kill me!"
This rumbling covered up all the sounds on First Avenue.
Explosions, gunshots, screams, and metal crashes during melee fighting are all overshadowed.
In fact, no need for Markwich's order, dozens of red-eyed bandits and mecha fighters have already been madly killed.
A photographer hiding on the second floor of the building recorded the images of the time with trembling hands. Such images, after being broadcast, made every self-sustaining savvy fighter in the free world shudder.
No one can describe such a lens in words. Fifty mechas that people in the free world have never seen, like the tide of a hundred meters during the tsunami, overwhelmed the first avenue. Their speed is very fast, but the formation and pace are very neat. The flight lane with a width of 100 meters in the middle is completely occupied by them. In the low air, there are more than a dozen mechas, activating the auxiliary thruster to rush forward, and three blue wakes, like the burning horseshoe of the Hell Knight.
The attackers who attacked the Tailiu Mecha Branch have been frightened by the scene in front of them. The black pressure pressed against the crowd surging towards the gate of the Mech Pavilion, and the stream of fire was pouring, completely stopped at this moment.
Several supporting mechas turned around almost reflexively, turning their machine guns towards the turbulent mecha wave.
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However, everything is in vain.
When these suddenly appearing energy muzzles on the arm of the mech gathered a burst of blue light, when the metal projectile machine gun on the shoulder of the mech began to spin wildly, when the six missiles ejected from their waists were launched The red-headed missile on the aircraft, emitting white smoke, was emitted by electricity ...
Everyone understands that the attacker who is standing in front of them is over!
The entire First Avenue, at this moment, became a real fiendish purgatory.
There was no close fight in imagination. Fifty mechs used fierce firepower, with Taishan's posture of crushing the top, extending extremely crazily and cruelly to cover.
The exploding white light flashed like a lotus pond with heavy rain. Fire, entangled in the smoke, energy cannons, machine guns, missiles ... different weapons covering the same place. It was a tyrannical slaughter without cost or room.
Dozens of bullfighter mercenaries, even with no chance of evasion, were directly shelled into ashes by overwhelming energy. Eight support mechas attacking the Tailiu branch, but only in the lava-like wave, they persisted for more than two seconds. Immediately, it melted like ice and snow.
The mercenaries who attacked the fighting hall collapsed instantly.
The wide First Avenue has no trenches, no bunkers, no alloy combined bulletproof walls, and no portable energy shield generators. Faced with flesh and blood, these mechs that suddenly appeared in the free world with military energy equipment and crazy killing have no chance of winning.
Several of the surviving attackers, who were behind the attacking team, threw away their rockets and rifles in horror, and fled in droves. From the close-up close-up shots, you can clearly see the expression on their faces ... It is a panic-stricken expression.
After all, they are well-trained mercenaries. They ran fast. After a few strides, they had already jumped 20 to 30 meters. In their sturdy body, the explosive power had been raised to the extreme. Streets, trees, and ran quickly fall back. Even the lens in the photographer's hand almost couldn't keep up with their escape rhythm.
However, no one can escape.
The red-eyed bandit soldier did not intend to let anyone go.
The reporters only saw the mecha armor, which flew up and roared up in the wind.
The escaping attackers were caught by them in a big step, trampled to death, shot to death, and crushed to death. The bright red blood mixed with the body that had been turned into mud, spreading into a mass of blood-colored flowers on the darkened road after the explosion.
A few seconds later, in the trembling shot of the photographer, the last mercenary had already kneeled down, holding his hands high. This fierce middle-aged man has a weather-beaten face, innocent eyes, fear, begging ... It is hard to imagine, just a few minutes ago, he just shot and killed a Thai Young student.
There is no hesitation.
A mech stepped directly on him.
The huge and heavy body made a loud bang when landing. The fragmented highway aroused a circle of radial dust, which was clearly a misty blood rain.
So ruthless!
Who are these mechas?
Are they also ambushed by Cooper?
This is a question in the hearts of everyone present.
The reporters hiding in the corner, the fleeing people, the Tailiu disciples who were stunned, the lore killing stream and the suddenly emerged "Tailiu" mecha, could not understand these forces in the free world Who can have such a tacit, cold-blooded and elite warrior!
Some of them are just shocked. An unprecedented, eye-opening shock.
Compared with these mechas, those melee mechas that have been separated from contact combat are simply children fighting.
Margit retracted the sniper rifle and gasped in the corner.
A few seconds ago, his sight, for a few hundredths of a second, the sight was placed on the fat man's head.
Although it was just a glimpse, although the fat man was covered with blood, Margit swears that the one he saw was definitely that guy.
There was no chance to shoot, and Margit did not regret it.
He was even thankful for this.
The matador mercenary who is also on the mission is now left alone.
Everything else is dead. Either it was frustrated by the crazy artillery fire, or it became the flesh of those mech feet.
Margit has no doubt that if he is exposed, the end will be absolutely the same as those of the downstairs brothers who have just been alive.
These mechas, of course, were not sent by Cooper.
They do not even belong to any forces in the free world.
Because, the fat man, from a window on the second floor, walked into a matching mech cockpit.
When these crazy attacking mechas saw him, they only made one action, which was to shrink neatly into a guard formation.
At that moment, Margit had a feeling.
It seemed that a group of out-of-control wolves suddenly became a group of strictly trained and obedient hounds.
Only when he served in Jeppen, Majit had a similar feeling, it was in Jeppen's most trumpet troops. At the beginning, he was once a member of the special armored division.
But I didn't expect that after many years, he relived this feeling on a suddenly appearing mech unit, which made him shudder.
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