Chapter 621: Rolling Iron Ride

Suddenly, they seemed to encounter the ice of flame, disappearing without a trace.
Kundera shook and then fell into the corpse, but he didn't pass out, he climbed towards the lookout window a little bit, and he heard those sounds, that kind of sound...
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! ! !
A long blood stain was smeared on the wall, and the guard stood up a little, and moved outside the window.
Under the moonlight, a desolate desert rolls up a storm, a long steel wall is leading the storm to roar, and countless huge armored chariots are raging across the desert, and the flag of the overlord is hunting in the wind.
But this storm did not come from the north, but from the most unlikely southeast, which was far beyond all Oak's expectations.
The rebel camp below boiled like a frying pan. The original noise and laughter were replaced by horrified roars. The countless stars and flames were like honeycombs that had been broken into by foreign enemies. To the long steel wall, but it was swallowed in a flash, leaving no trace.
The real darkness came, the fire on the wilderness accompanied by the advent of the storm, cluster after cluster, one after another extinguished, accompanied by the continuous roar of thunder.
Boom~!
A thunder clapped on the fortress's shell. The huge firelight brightened Kundera's face. He smiled slowly, leaning against the wall and slipping to the ground.
Overlord, finally here...
The sand around the tanks and garbage trucks was stirred up by the enemy's artillery fire, just like the waves of the wind that were set off by the wind.
The fire-breathing tank flashed left and right in the rain of bullets, but it was only a matter of time before the huge container filled with unstable compounds was hit, and when it was hit, everything would end.
The driver apparently thought of this too. It turned a corner and ran backwards at the same speed as before.
An original heavy chariot tried to approach the track spray train, but was immediately hit back with a flamethrower.
The flame did not cause significant damage to the vehicle itself, but the driver became a sacrifice offering on the spot, and a raging fire ignited on his body, just like a fake doll at the banquet.
Of course, this was not enough to kill the rebel immediately. Before dying, it tried to drive into the Spitfire.
Fortunately, the driver had been prepared for this. The two tracks reversed back and forth and turned circumspectly, avoiding this clumsy machine. The unlucky heavy chariot pulled a thick smoke and disappeared on the horizon.
"Crush them!!"
The warlord Namat, who stood in the Super Battle Fortress [Blood Feast], ordered his army with a loudspeaker, and the sound was quickly transmitted to the ears of each armor and each driver along the front, and then in the air. Almost immediately filled with murderous intentions.
Boom Boom Boom~~~!
Thunder and thunder were so low that the earth shivered and the front rumbling.
A tank as big as a giant Sculptor poured hellish flames on the head of the rebels, and the light when firing the gun was more dazzling than the anger contained in the clouds.
Namat has always insisted on fighting side by side with these great machines.
He still remembers that when the legion was assembled outside the Double Snake Fort, he had climbed up and engaged Mao Jingang to review the entire legion. The magnificent scene is still deep in his brain.
Admittedly, most of his contact with the troops depends on communicators, but it is also very important that all armor can appear within sight.
Although it is already high, Namat still knows the importance of the image, and understands its weight and many disadvantages.
In order to show that he is different from other warlords, he chose the "Feast of Blood" as his flag car, even in the well-known dirty car tank, it is very outstanding.
It is a perfect weapon, an unparalleled blade, a masterpiece of war.
In order to match its name, the "Feast of Blood" does not use any camouflage paint, and is replaced by a piece of bright red like arterial blood.
The mechanics summoned the concept of power in the form of matter and pinned it in a metal form. There was even a huge octagonal horn in its top cabin, which could be felt when Namat stood there The power of the tank surged in the blood.
When he roared loudly, he could feel the blazing fire, and he was very excited.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
The wild roar passed again through the trumpet to the Quartet, and Nama jumped from the hatch deliberately, standing directly on the armored top cover, holding his war sword high.
More gunfire sounded like thunder, as if echoing the roar.
Behind the tank cluster, there are many gangs of the Iron Fist Legion. Following those super weapons are first a large number of field motorcycles, followed by more war trucks. The roar from the boy above is full of restlessness.
Namat has hundreds of armored troops and more than 100,000 soldiers. These carefully selected warriors have a clear goal and are full of determination to wipe out those stupid traitors.
This scene is enough to knock the stone into a song.
"Boss, they came up."
A fart yanked the warlord's leg, but the voice just fell, and a crackling sound and the crisp roar of heavy weapons opened.
Opposite the first batch of rebel vehicles approaching, most of them are motorcycles, and some of the old towed chariots, even at this distance, are easy targets, and their counterattack firepower is as expected As weak as ridiculously.
Two cars wanted to cross the line of fire to charge the blood fortress. The fart used a rocket to turn the front one into a ball of bright fire. The car behind immediately hit the burning wreck and jumped into the air.
In the process of falling, the rider clutched the handlebar until it fell on the sand and turned into a pool of unsightly stains.
"Three rounds of fire."
The warlord reluctantly looked away from the good show staged in the narrow field of view of the telescope, and began to order his troops, the tanks fired uniformly, and the fire and smoke from their main gun barrels, Their secondary weapons immediately fired deadly beams.
Looking from where he stood, they seemed to be in the center of a small but very intense thunderstorm.
The iron fist of the Iron Fist Legion dumped all its anger on the opposing rebels who were full of sight. With the same enthusiasm, the vehicles and passengers were shattered into pieces, and they undoubtedly let them choose to fight on the plains instead of sticking Regret the behavior of a certain defense facility.
This reminded Namat.
He looked to the right and found that the entire black stone fortress had boiled, and all he could see was the rebels. They were as annoying as maggots crawling on rotting flesh.
"Motor boys! Cut in from the right!"
In order to maximize the damage to the enemy~EbookFREE.me~The warlord issued a new order. In this case, he also tried to stay sober and it was not easy, and the drag racing boys began to divert their directions after getting the order and enjoyed themselves. Pouring firepower.
The shape of the battlefield changed rapidly, the tank spear edge became a heavy hammer, and the high-speed motorcycle formation became a scimitar. The former smashed heavily on the head of the rebels, while the latter directly cut into the rebels from a tricky angle. Ribs and tear their chests.
So resistance has become meaningless behavior.
If a human army faces this situation, it will definitely consider a retreat plan, but it seems that such fierce firepower only angered them.
Along with "Waaaagh!" who was full of enthusiasm to crush the enemy, a large group of rebels wearing yellow horned helmets gave up the black stone fortress and turned to the torrent of steel that swept through.
Dang~!
When a rebel tried to knock the armor in front of the "Blood Feast" with his axe, but was knocked down and ruthlessly crushed into a pool of rotten meat, Namat realized that their madness could not understand.
"Continue to shoot! Press over where there are many traitors!"
He shouted, and the buttocks in the weapon position used their large guns to fire at the other side of the armor, shooting the surviving traitors into fragments, but the rebels were also shooting, a string of bullets mixed with fragments and live ammunition The rain was scrubbing the red paint of the blood feast.
More tanks crashed into the chaotic rebel camp, and the war gradually turned into a slaughter. Even the most fanatical insurgents could no longer resist such a fierce offensive, especially when the battle flag symbolizing the Goff Corps appeared in the north. Many of the leaders who used to be members of this group fled.
The real butcher is here...