Chapter 739: Tide of Hellfire (1)

Wicken rushed into the sea of ​​fire, and the heavy steps crushed the stone into powder.
His weapon was singing, the shock wave generated by the ammunition dying exploded hit him, and the world disappeared in the screams of fire and fragments.
The small shield carried by the mech sizzled, turning those fragments into flames and dust.
The scrap iron can taste the desire of his weapon to burn, he can feel the death of metal, and the sound of shrapnel.
He was burning and drowned in steel.
He was... rushing along the hillside towards the shock waves that spread when enemy artillery positions were destroyed.
No. 2 was running beside him, and a roar of water sounded from his vocal unit. The longer he stayed in the mech, the less he found his memory, and he already remembered
The names of the comrades-in-arms are unclear, only those numbers are left--
The rest of the scrap iron gang has accelerated their maneuvers towards the bottom of the valley. Each of them has its own attack plan and targets of different priorities.
The three dirty car tanks that were accompanying them were already on fire. The shells turned the last direct-fire artillery into screaming flashes and broken metal.
They will be ready to shoot again within six seconds.
The terrain of the gorge limits the power of large-scale armored assault, and even the advantage of quantity becomes less obvious. At this time, the flexibility of the scrap iron mechs is reflected, and Guk will use it
As spearheads, they devoted themselves to the fiercest battle.
This is not only because they are easy to use, but also because of imperfect technology, more and more scrap metal armor has shown signs of being out of control, and their memory is rapidly declining.
The amount of dosing agent grows exponentially.
Rather than letting them destroy themselves out of control, it is better to give them a more appropriate death.
"go ahead."
On the front of Wicken, the enemy's anti-tank squad is also adjusting its posture.
boom!
An armor-piercing projectile hit the stone under his feet, and rock fragments hit his shield and turned into powder in the flash.
The dust rustled on his skin, and he saw a long barrel turn towards himself—
It seemed to promise an end, an opportunity to rest in the war, and then throw away steel.
But it never had a chance to fire.
Wicken hid to the side, raised his arms and opened his paws.
The anti-tank position was just thirty steps away, and the barrel of the cannon was a black circle in his eyes.
The next second, two white hot jets jumped out of his hand, the cannon's barrel melted as it fired, the explosion opened the surrounding sandbags, and it also evaporated several soldiers who operated the gun.
Wicken ran straight towards the wreckage, after which two other cannons were turning, searching for targets.
The anti-tank positions of human beings are deployed according to three gates and one position. Twelve anti-tank gun positions are scattered on this front, almost covering the entire front.
They were concealed at first. They fired only when the vanguard of the armor reached within 100 meters, and the double-digit armor was knocked out at once.
The air was full of roars of gunfire, and the flames rose into the air, as if to cloud the clouds above.
At this time, a light reconnaissance tank was circling behind the wreckage of the artillery position. Humans never lacked learning ability. After seeing the armored vehicles used by Ouke on a large scale, humans also began to imitate, but the Benedict Empire was limited to industrial level. Limited, it is impossible to create land combat equipment that can compete with Ock’s overweight armor, and can only turn to some light armor for reconnaissance.
But at this critical moment, even the armor of the investigation must be put on the top beam.
It's fast, and its human driver's reaction speed has exceeded Wicken's expectations.
That was a mistake.
Wicken raised his "hand", the energy gathered in his palm, and in the cocoon of his steel, he felt the heat pouring into his nerves.
It felt incredible, and it felt as if I were alive again.
But No. 2 bumped into the reconnaissance vehicle just before Wicken opened fire, screaming through the claws and breaking open the armor plate, while pushing the tank aside, its tracks crawled off the wheels as it ploughed through the dirt and stones Fall off.
Then it hit a boulder, and a moment later, No. 2 appeared behind it, and the claw-piercing teeth flickered under the shaking red light.
Ork Mech pushed his claws down.
Cracked metal spewed out, the body armor was torn apart, and Wicken saw a figure in a gray costume struggling inside the open body.
In a blink of an eye, the fatal heat found a weakness in the dress, the figure trembling as the flesh turned into mud.
No. 2 protruded into the wreckage, his paws clenched tightly.
The next second, a flame swept the fearless, but No. 2 stood up straight and threw the burning debris into the air.
Wicken heard the roar of his companions roaring in the microphone and the air.
Afterwards, he realized that he was also shouting and running, and his machine was as smooth as his own body, as if it was being driven by a desire that he had never realized before, a desire to live again, to live and burn Longing.
He killed the next reconnaissance tank with his hands. It tried to turn, and the tracks stirred the rock fragments.
He hit it on one side, gripping the rotating track with one hand and pulling it back.
A broken track flew towards his back in an arc, the tank twisted, and the track on the other side still moved it into a spinning state. When the body of the machine hit him, Wicken shook stand up.
"Waaaagh!!!"
He smashed down, right after a side gun turret.
The welded seam broke, and Wiken grabbed the body and fired his flame weapon ~EbookFREE.me~ The melted armor drilled into the heart of the machine and pierced from the other side.
In his iron coffin, Wicken felt that he smelled of burnt flesh and blood. He stepped back, and the wreckage came to a halt. The flame was spraying from the back of it, like a bright feather crown.
He stood and looked at the dead machine for a moment.
The battlefield seemed almost silent, and the sound of explosion had become low, like the sound of the tide in the distance.
He knew the location of each of his machines, but everything seemed far away, as if something had just been disconnected from his consciousness.
On his left, the dirty car tank three car group is moving smoothly in an irregular formation on the below, and the light of the muzzle flashes on the side of their car.
The Rocket Boy is switching the shooting position again, hidden behind the fire and smoke. They have cut the enemy into two segments in the case of heavy losses, and the battle is launched in a basically acceptable way.
Human resistance is fierce and cunning, and it is limited to this.
Except for something wrong, something that does not matter whether they can survive this battle.
Something is calling him, something in him, something that might have been there.
Fool on.
He could feel its mastery and attracted him with unremitting strength.
With his own power, it feels like the air he wants when drowning, it feels like life.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! ! !
More intense roars sounded from the horizon, the terrain of the canyon made all sounds chaotic.
And he wants to be released, he wants to make it come true, he wants to feel life again, he wants to become more than a corpse draped in steel.
He felt his body begin to move.