Chapter 562: Chaos Dust (Part 1)

The rocket struck a flame in the cloudless clear sky and hit the ground. The rising dust cloud flashed a colorful spectrum in the bright light.
The gravel exuded high temperature, the ruins spewed out smoke, obscuring the view, a torn down camp put down the dilapidated gate, and a large number of corpses piled up less than half a kilometer ahead.
"Boys! Follow me waaaagh!!!"
The gang leader Scythe screamed and rushed out of the gate first, leading the remaining boy in the camp to the place where the latest battle was tumultuous. Then the other two gates were opened separately, and rushed out of the boys who had returned from the battlefield before. , They stepped on heavy steps, less than fifty troops.
But as a member of the Gough Corps, they will not retreat because of the number of the bosses before they die.
During the run, Scythite observed signs of movement on the edge of the battlefield through the gap of the helmet, so he accelerated his pace, and the shock echo in his brain was singing songs to him, begging him to join the killing together.
Rage rushes through the blood vessels, which is the anger of the traitors and the ruthless contempt of these idiots. They would rather believe in a stick full of historical oil, rather than really understand the power of the overlord.
But he knew, so he would never join these traitors, and the responsibility required him to stay here at the last moment, then he would fight to the last moment.
Behind the Black Stone Fortress, a place of great significance, when the overlord transferred them from the Blood Head to here, it was decided that they would either win here or die here.
Suddenly, a flare flickered on the retina. He grinned, and the neurosurgeon Kasikla really survived the battle. His buddy had long proved that he was difficult to die. Kasikra took the raid rebel convoy. 'S kid accounted for almost half of the gang-now only
He and a dozen others survived. If he was destined to die, it would be an accident rather than another cause.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
After a few minutes of sprinting, the battle finally appeared in the field of vision, and Scythe's smile bloomed.
He saw a circle of dirty yellow armor surrounding a small group of red figures standing on the corpse hill, and the ground beneath them had countless rioting colors, just like the core of the ground spewed out lava.
Rebels wearing yellow helmets or yellow headscarves climbed over their own dead, but their weapons were still considered inferior, and their combat skills were very clumsy, and they could only be replaced by a soldier of the Goff Corps after every ten deaths.
But they have a quantity, as if they are endless. Scythe even suspects that the number of each other is more than one hundred times.
Too many idiots were fooled by the bastard. They shouted the slogan "Encourage Mao as a blessing, and they couldn't get in." They rushed towards the legion's tight defense like a lunatic, and then paid thousands of times to sacrifice, and crushed a camp. This kind of offensive only feels despair when faced with it in person.
The fallen red figure on the battlefield soon disappeared into the yellow ocean. The traitors tore the limbs of the high soldiers with their bare hands. Scythe watched as the flags belonging to the legion were getting fewer and fewer.
"Big gun!!"
He ordered with a disdainful expression, and at the same time when he pulled out the pistol, he even began to hate the command.
Several mechanics in the gang have modified the guns used by the gang and turned them into amazing battlefield tools. The sound is more noisy, more powerful, and the blast rate is greatly reduced, but for Scythe The killing at this distance is unsatisfactory. It is a tactic chosen by cowards and earth buns who lack the courage to fight. The high army is always a tough warrior.
But he still persuaded himself to accept the fact that the roar of the weapon in his palm was the only pleasure he could enjoy before rushing into the blade attack range. He whispered softly while thinking.
The volley of bullets swept towards the rebel mob, and in a short heartbeat, the warhead first tore off the armor and flesh and blood burst.
Although they despised the marksman's marksmanship, at this distance, the density of the enemy gave them a chance to bite the meat.
Whether it was really unexpected, or was stimulated by bloodthirsty desire to forget the possibility of enemy reinforcements, the rebels thoroughly took the blow, and the bullets penetrated into the muscles of the unprotected armor and the gap between the armor plates and cut off Head, let the limb fly into the sky.
"Blow them up!"
Then the boys who used stick bombs threw out the explosives in their hands, spilled waves of metal rain on the battlefield, and the rebels either fell into flames or were bent by shock waves.
But it is not the nature of these rebels to succumb. Even without those crazy words, the children who were stimulated by the killing and blood will never allow themselves to take a step back.
They refused to bow their heads to the wind, but instead leaned forward to embrace bullets and debris.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
"Squeeze back these Gook dogs!"
The commander of the rebels began to roar loudly, Scythite did not know the turtle, but he danced like a drunk idiot
Some of the rebels are still besieging survivors such as Kasikra, and they seem to insist on seeking justice for the friendly soldiers who died in battle. Bleeding foam, those boss-level guys also responded with big guns.
"Wow!"
A bullet hit the eyes of a warrior next to Scythian. He took out the helmet with blood clots and skull fragments, and blood spattered on his mask.
The waves of yellow sand and blood boiled underfoot, and the distance between the two war gangs finally narrowed to zero.
With a bang, the Oakes collided together to start a melee fight.
"Dead! Bugs!"
Scythite threw a short axe towards the nearest traitor and directly slashed the opponent's shoulder with the knife.
Then he pumped hard, the enemy tensed his arms and lifted off the ground. The moment when the air and Scythe crossed, the roar of pain was stopped by the edge of the battle axe, and the cold light at the bottom of the lower jaw flashed, not at all. The head was strenuously cut off the shoulder.
"Waaagh!"
With a barking excitedly, Scythe ducked sideways and flicked his arm. The flying corpse directly hit the rebel next to him. Then his tomahawk swiped back, drawing a red afterimage. Chain saw long knife, the moment when the two confronted again sharply turned down.
The next second, splitting the steel armor and flesh~EbookFREE.me~ cracked as he crossed the tendons and cartilage, he was bathed in blood in his armor.
Soon he heard a chain saw axe blocked by blood and half of the saw teeth dropped in his ears. Scythe's head twisted to the side. Although the sight was offset for a moment, the axe handle was still aimed precisely at the attack. The abdomen of the person, and taste the shaking from the arm when the end of the axe handle spikes into the enemy armor.
He turned the handle of the axe before the next enemy came into sight, tearing open the wound and strangling the internal organs.
When the third enemy approached, he slammed his gauntlet like a barbed mace. The guy knelt down, but his weak fingers caught his chest armor, and Scythe could hear the other breathlessly low. Bark, even if the internal organs have spilled from the abdominal cavity onto the sand, they still struggle.
Obviously with this ability, why not become a real warrior and be a sad traitor?
With a furious Scythian's second punch, the opponent's yelling was stopped, and the third punch finally made it fall to the ground, and then the boots stomped heavily on the enemy's skull, and reached out to wipe the blood from his face.
The killing boosted morale, and the traitors were being forced to fight in the way of the Gough Legion. The barbarous butchers under Grak mastered this barbaric, piercing slogan and undisciplined battle.
But the number of enemies is still ten to one with the number of Scythian gangs, which allows them to continue to dominate the rhythm of the battlefield.
"How about reinforcements?"
Danka's anger reverberates on the tumultuous battlefield, and Scythid ignores the tall leader in chaos. The original red legion pattern on his shoulder armor was scraped off during the battle, revealing the stubborn dark iron color underneath.
"Where did the good reinforcements go!?"
As if answering his question, the screams from the air attracted everyone's attention and looked at the attacking objects.