Chapter 830: Bloody Wengen River (1)

Looking up, from this position you can easily see where the enemy transport vehicle exited the battlefield.
In front is an overwhelming forty meter continuous fence, and a wide track plowed on the muddy ground, heading straight to the road, and the smoke of the exhaust is still hovering in the soft breeze.
The motorbike rider first reached the pit in the fence, at this time the limp was still one hundred meters from the scene.
The heavy motorcycles continued to pass from both sides, continuing to fight the remaining enemies in the bunker. The unique sharp shooting of the front machine gun interrupted the click of the step bomb from time to time.
This is just a simple contact war. A small group of humans are guarding a barn. They are not regular troops but local militiamen, in order to rescue these foods to the maximum.
But after breaking through the fortress, Lame rushed north all the way at a very fast rate. These militiamen had not even transported half of the food, and were caught up by the forward motorcycles.
Even worse, this group of motorcycles was led by Lame himself.
"In front of!"
Leaping over the broken fence, Lame initially thought that the evacuated transporter was just heading straight to the slope, but after 50 meters they encountered a rut track, which had just been stirred up, and whose traces led to a spreading forest in the east.
When the followers reached the uneven road and followed, the paramilitary warlord and his waiters almost reached the burning barn.
But Li Luo didn't wait much for them, and his eager mood drove him to accelerate.
This eager mood not only spreads throughout his boys and is shown in the battle, but also presents the joy of leaping into the open space under the sky.
Tyre was close at hand, he could already imagine how brilliant that victory would be, all the warlords would be overshadowed by his victory, and even Guck would be impressed by him, and the kids would spread him crazy Deeds, adore him the best boss...
It's a scene where you have to wake up with a dream.
As for the Blood Axe Legion and Beiruf, who were still in the northwest, he was left behind like a motorcycle exhaust.
"Burn all these things, don't waste time by grabbing garbage."
Along the way, Lame didn't remind his subordinates. The first time children entered the world of flowers, it was easy for them to waste their time and waste their time picking up trash.
"When you arrive in Tyre, everyone will be open!"
"I understand, boss!"
The elders answered in reply. All Oaks were very optimistic. The shrimps were finished and completely vulnerable. Now they only need to rush to where they can.
Following all the way, they reached the edge of the forest, and the rut track slipped down the hillside as it slowly turned into the woods.
Lame can smell the oil and smoke of the drag racing boys' mounts, so strong that he knows he is closer to them.
There was a long left turn on the road ahead, and he saw an opportunity to shrink closer.
He leaned the locomotive to the left and jumped off the track into the dirt and weeds under the tree.
The next second, he felt the tire slipping instantly, and started the engine to get more grip, twisting the handlebars through a thin tree.
"Boss, shall we not...?"
Lame hardly heard the complaint of a motorcycle ass. He focused on it. The line of sight between the trees in front of him changed rapidly, and the black outline on the roadside in front flashed, and the overall structure beeped because of shaking.
He guided the high-speed locomotive between two thick trees with smooth movements, jumping over the roots and stones.
Boom~!
He fell heavily to the ground, and when the tire's grip touched the ground, he was almost thrown out of the seat, causing him to be pulled across the rutted ground.
He looked up and saw that the drag racing boys were about one hundred and fifty meters away. The human transporter dragged thick black smoke like fog along the track, but the car itself was not in view.
Through the next turn at the fastest speed, leaning hard into the corner, Lame almost lost control of the motorcycle.
Although he is not a professional drag racing kid, any Oak has a natural affinity for machinery, and what weapons are in their hands several times is enough to master.
The rotten leaves were blown to the ground by the wind, making them slippery.
He felt that the locomotive slipped out of his body and the wheels flew on the uneven ground.
Lame thrust his foot into the soil, inserted the heel into the ground as a stabilizer he could pry, and the locomotive was pulled back under control.
His knee twitched with new pain, but he moved on. Adjust the mount as it goes straight.
At this time, the transport vehicle was 300 meters ahead. When the driver tried to maintain a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, he slowly moved from one side of the road to the other.
Lamely accelerated, trying to make use of the new ruts left by the flat ground and the carriage tracks.
"Boss!"
As Lame quickly shortened the distance to two hundred meters, a dense bullet rain flashed through, and a mass of muzzle fire on the roof of the wide transport truck warned him.
"From both sides!"
He told the drag racing boys when he ducked to the right to avoid another series of bullets.
Lame also began to fight back with a machine gun, but the bumpy track and the changing direction of the vehicle made this mission beyond the capabilities of this weapon.
More than a dozen motorcycles chased also opened fire at the same time, and bullets smashed into the back of the transport vehicle.
The metal plate in the rear gradually bends, but the vehicle does not slow down significantly.
Lame is still approaching, but due to the occasional bullet eruption when shaking left and right to avoid, it slows down.
As the road began to turn, let Lame see more of the side of the vehicle.
The reinforced armor plate is bolted to both sides, but the fuel tank is still exposed.
Lame fired a bullet again, hitting the shell of the fuel tank instantly.
Boom~!
Thick black smoke suddenly poured out of the chassis of the transport truck like a huge wave, engulfing the trees on both sides in the black smoke.
At this time, the road under their feet suddenly settled. Lame felt an instant weightlessness when the motorcycle left the ground. The transport truck also landed heavily, and more smoke was emitted from the engine grille.
"by!"
He will avoid directly hitting the rear side of the transport vehicle, Lame will go around to the left and pull out the sword.
While swinging his weapon, he saw a sharp turn in the road, a serrated heavy knife smashed through the outer baffle, and the twisted metal was free from the chain.
Lame, bathed in metal sparks, smashed so hard that he almost threw himself off the handlebar.
The chain was still detached, the wheels rubbed against the ground, and the troop carrier could not complete the turn.
It ploughed over the raised edge of the road and hit a tree ~EbookFREE.me~ and rode up until the trunk broke under the weight.
Lame saw the human behind the machine gun roll over in the door, and his spine was broken by shock.
Pause the charge and get out of the car. The knife is in one hand and the other is holding the pistol and walking forward.
Suddenly, the front door was opened and he staggered out of a figure.
A man in a gray uniform with a rifle on his left shoulder and a torn hat.
Lame fired immediately, and the bullet tore the opponent's head.
Then he heard the crunch of another car door and looked up to see a figure next to the machine gun.
"Ok?"
This is a young woman. She is tall, her muscles slightly swelled with excitement, her white hair is cut short, her body is protected by a chain mail with overlapping black scales, and her fists are heavy metal gloves with sharp spines at the joints. Feet wear knee-high boots with metal straps and heavy buckles hanging to the side.