Chapter 96: Poisonous Sickle and Poisonous Locust

　　Who is this person?
　　 Owen was startled, he tried to figure it out for a while, only to remember it. This person's name is Hassan Jasir, an Arab of West Asian descent.
He didn’t know what was in the three trucks, but at the beginning of the mission, he had seen Hassan Jasir get into the middle truck. At that time, the company commander had a few words of greeting with him, and the address was Dr. Justl.
　　 Irving does not know what research he is a Ph.D., but this does not prevent him from making a correct judgment. An old man in his 60s brought his research team to the battlefield? What is he going to do? This is tantamount to suicide!
　　 "Dr. Jasle, I'm sorry, I don't have time to joke with you now. My task is to you and your team members to Root Bay, not to send you to the battlefield to commit suicide."
　　 "Lieutenant Owen, you too underestimated us." Jasir grinned coldly: "Aren't you curious about what's in the truck? Today, I will let you open your eyes."
As soon as Jasir’s voice fell, Owen had not had time to reply. He only heard a deep and powerful jet sound from behind. Turning to look at the place, the outer armor of the two trucks in the front was peeled off, and the nearly 18-meter-long rear compartment seemed to be in full bloom. The flowers unfolded slowly.
　　 Inside the carriage, a row of strangely shaped objects appeared in front of him. They have four thin spider-like legs, their feet are similar to eagle claws, and their toes and joints are composed of numerous shock-absorbing components.
　　 The main torso is divided into two parts, one part is a four-legged circular load-bearing chassis with lighting fixtures and multifunctional cartridges for launching grenades, smoke bombs, and signal bombs. The other part is the cockpit. The internal space is about 12 square meters. It can accommodate 3 people. It is completely composed of transparent high-strength glass alloy material. The lower part is flat and the upper arc. The whole body is semicircular. The plane is connected with the load-bearing chassis, left, right and rear. Each of the three places has a 12.7MM slidable tube cannon, which can rotate 360 ​​degrees to form an all-round firepower coverage net.
　　 "OH, SHIT! What the is this?" Irving couldn't help but burst into a rough sentence. This was the first time he saw such an armed vehicle.
　　 "We call it the poison sickle." Jasir said triumphantly, with a tone like an outsider showing off how good his child is, how good his grades are, how high his salary is, and his vanity is extremely inflated.
　　 "Poison sickle?"
　　 "Yes, as cold as a snake, and reaping enemies like a sickle."
As soon as Jasir’s voice fell, one poisonous sickle stood up, four feet pressed on the ground, the joints were slightly bent, the bounce system was activated, and only a "swish" sound was heard, like an out-of-bore cannonball. Just flew out diagonally.
　　 This jump is more than 100 meters, directly over the road barrier, and land on a gentle slope.
The thin legs of 　　 poison sickle are cast from a special alloy with extremely high toughness. They are combined with a variety of balance components to form an automatically adjustable suspension device. Even on slopes, they are flat and fast.
Owen was astonished, only to hear another blast coming from behind him. The outer armor of the last truck also peeled off, and straight gaps were cracked in the carriage, and the honeycomb-like modules slowly stretched out. Flashing, drone after drone swarmed out like a swarm.
　　 This is a balanced-wing turbo helicopter with a length of more than 30 cm, with a round metal ball hanging from below.
　　 In the blink of an eye, hundreds of planes flew out of the carriage. Owen swallowed hard, his gaze shifted to the car body, through the gap of the honeycomb module, vaguely saw a few people sitting inside the car, their heads were wearing helmet-like devices with some thickness and thickness inserted on them. And other rubber tubes.
　　 "Brainwave remote control?" He was stunned. Isn't this thing still in the experimental stage? Why was it suddenly put into use?
　　 Jasir did not give an explanation, because the battle in the distance had already begun. The poisonous sickle leaped several times in a row, and appeared on the southern in a blink of an eye, blasting out rows of flames toward places that were hard to see.
　　 As for those turbo drones, they turned their heads to the north, like locusts in the sky, spreading towards the north in an overwhelming manner. At this time, the front side baffle of the round metal ball has been opened, and under the central high-power optical lens, a structure similar to a howitzer tube slowly extends forward.
Then Owen saw a terrifying scene. As the dense firecrackers lit up, hundreds of MINI missiles were fired from the barrels, like a wandering dragon, leaving a curved and rotating smoke track in the air. , Plunged into the top of the northern slope.
　　 "Boom, boom, boom..."
　　 There were continuous noises, and rows of firelights emerged like waves. The explosion threw away piles of stone chips, which fell from the air like rain, and hit the ground "fluttering".
　　 After experiencing the initial surprise, a sneer slowly appeared on Owen’s face: "Kill, kill, kill all this rubbish!"
　　……
　　 is different from Irving’s past operations, for Grant, this sudden change represents a great crisis.
　　 Poison sickle is like a super kangaroo falling from the sky. The 12.7mm caliber bullets vented out, rolling up storms in the crowd.
　　 There are only 60 people in the entire southern slope, including him, and 10 poisonous sickles are like agricultural harvesters, leaving layers of "wheat stubble" in the fire. The casualties continued, there were screams, and blood spread across the gaps between the stones.
　　 Those are his brothers, brothers who share life and death. Just now I was still talking about the wine, talking about the controversy of mood in the early years, the wind and the moon. But now, in the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to pat his shoulder affectionately, and screamed kindly, "Boss, let's smoke. Smoke." The cold corpse.
　　 He has thought about casualties and parting, but he never thought that it would be such a unilateral massacre. A perfect ambush that was originally perfect, it turned out to be a shocking reversal.
　　 Why? Why is it not that thing in the car, but this weird machinery that kills people?
"Boss, no...it's not good, we have suffered heavy casualties, brothers can't stand it." A hurried shout came from the walkie-talkie. It was Walton's voice. He was assigned to take the post in North Slope. Combat commander.
　　 "Boom boom..."
　　 "Tutututu..."
　　 The sound of the explosion and the roar of firearms were very loud, and Walton's voice was covered by a dense rain of gravel. Owen raised his head and looked at the poison sickle right in front of him. The three machine guns rotate back and forth with the rotating seat in the glass cabin, and the machine gun tube rotates quickly, spraying flames around at a speed of 3000 rounds per minute.
　　The bullets of the rifle can't break their defenses. The glass cabin seems weak, but in fact it is much stronger than ordinary armored vehicles. In the face of rockets, they only need to jump gently to escape safely.
　　 He turned his head and looked towards the North Slope again. The locust-like drones were all over the sky, and the black layer was overwhelming, like the deadly pests pouring out of Pandora's box, which made people panic.
Those MINI missiles were like hail, and they were washing ground bombing on the north slope. The simple missile vehicles were like weak sheep with no resistance in front of them. As the flames continued to emerge, they were bombed into masses. Flames of steel trash.
　　 The smell of gunpowder is in the air. The shouts of companions, the calls for help from the wounded, the noise from the walkie-talkie, these were so pale and weak in the sound of the poisonous sickle bullets.
　　 In just three or four minutes, the original team of 60 is already less than 20. The brothers are still resisting stubbornly, trying to win time for the evacuation of the wounded. However, in the face of these Reapers with strong firepower and excellent action ability, their counterattack was so weak.
　　 "Monroe, go tell Old John to contact Montgomery and prepare for a strategic retreat!" Grant grabbed the young man beside him and pushed him hard to the bottom of the slope.
　　 Although it’s not that thing in the truck, Montgomery will inevitably suffer from this kind of combat machine and the small drones flying around like locusts.
　　 "Boss, then you..." the young Monroe said hesitantly.
　　 "Leave me alone, go!" Grant glared at him viciously, grabbed the rocket launcher beside him, and ran towards the poison sickle on the left.
　　 At the foot of the poison sickle, there was a young man who was shot in the shoulder. A layer of plasma was glued to his short hair, and the bright red liquid ticked down on his shoulder.
　　 is Joey, the brother of his late wife Serena!
　　 Grant picked up the rocket launcher, and with a loud roar, he pulled the trigger abruptly.
　　 When Serena left, she promised to take good care of Joey, at least not to let him die in front of her.
　　 The rocket pulled out a smoke trail in the air and flew straight towards the target. In the poisonous sickle glass cabin, the pilot facing Grant gave a cold smile, and when he mentioned the joystick, the nearly four-meter-high behemoth flew up, and while dodge the rocket, a "bang" fell to his right. side.
　　 When Grant turned his head to look, a machine gun in front had locked his body, and inside the glass cabin, the driver's mouth curled up with a mocking smile.
　　 "Boss, be careful." The rough voice exploded in his ears.
　　 Grant only felt a strong surge from the shoulders, his body lost balance, and his whole body fell to the right. When he was leaning, he saw a tall figure taking his place.
　　 Immediately afterwards, the muzzle flashed, and his tall back stood upright, blood pouring from his chest and spilling on the hot ground, leaving a row of crimson.
　　 "Grey!" Grant yelled, choked up, his voice full of sadness and pity.
As if hearing his call, Gray turned his head with difficulty, with a relieved smile on his blood-stained face, and said intermittently: "My boss...today next year, remember... Bring me a pot... a pot The old wine brewed by old John himself, and...and, don't forget our...agreement..." The voice gradually faded.
　　 Another companion died. As for the poisonous sickle on the opposite side, Gray's rifle bullet hit the glass cabin, but it only wiped out a few sparks, leaving a tiny scratch.
　　 Grant nodded in tears, got up and shouted at Joey on the opposite side: "Retreat, run away separately..."
　　……
　　 When Grant led Joey and others to retreat, the roar of the locomotive echoed in the small blocks of the town.
"He..." With the harsh sound of tires rubbing the ground, there was a rush of footsteps outside. Then, the door of the bar was knocked open, and Monroe, who was stained with blood on his clothes, appeared in Aros and others. before.
　　 "Old John, hurry up... inform Montgomery to take precautions~EbookFREE.me~ the information is wrong, that thing is not in the car."
　　 "Monroe, what's the matter?" Seeing the blood on his body, Old John shook his hand while wiping the cup, almost shaking it to pieces.
　　 Monroe wiped the sweat from his forehead with a sleeve: "Oh, there are new military weapons hidden in the truck. The boss is leading people to resist desperately. Let me return to report first."
　　 "Dang." The cup fell on the bar, and there was a muffled noise, facing the suspicious eyes of Aros and Howson. Old John didn't care to say anything more, turned his head and opened a side door behind him, and jumped in.
　　 Monroe picked up a half glass of whiskey left over on the table, poured his head back into his mouth, and turned around and walked towards the door very simply.
　　 Little Sam jumped off the bar chair: "Brother Monroe, I want to go too."
　　 "You can't do it, stay here." Monroe yelled, his face with blood stains a little ugly.
"No, I want to go." Little Sam looked away, his eyes were firm and determined: "I want to go, I must go, except for my brother, you are my dearest people, I don't want to just watch. You die, but you can’t do anything by yourself. Monroe, I don’t want to hide and be a bystander. I am one of you. Even if I die, I will stay by your side."
　　 "Chuck, cluck." Howson's five fingers bend slightly, making the small square cup "chuck". Aros sighed and looked at Tang Fang on the left: "Tang Fang, if it were you, what choice would he make?"
　　 Just then, he noticed that the young man on the sofa moved his fingers slightly.