Vol 5 Chapter 49: The third round of killing (five)

Seeing more than ten rockets flying, King Kong's face was pale.
His energy is far from enough to control so many rockets, and the first-time adventurer is far from being able to compete with the rocket.
Zhou Yiyu rushed out and threw a magnetic mine.
The magnetic mines flew in the air and detonated all five rockets in the vicinity. At the same time, King Kong used the control to control a rocket to hit a flight to Xi Xiaofan, two rockets simultaneously exploding in the air. The fat man rushed to Honglang's side and used a big shield to fight against it. He was the most defensive of all the adventurers. After the bombing, a double D-class heavy shield was blown down to 170 points of durability, but the two were intact. Honglang stared at the fat man, and he couldn’t figure out how he was saved by the fat man who was drunk every day.
This fat man has saved two people, and he looks at Honglang’s face still smirking.
Among the rest of the rest, Xi Xiaofan is certainly stupid and unintelligible. The other three adventurers, the adventurer named Rüde, slammed a shock wave and greeted it in a straight line, and flew to his own rocket. drop.
There is also a flight to the monk, but the monk does not dodge. Seeing the rocket hit the monk, after the smoke was scattered, only saw a wooden stake, and the monk himself appeared in another place.
As for the last chunky adventurer named Jing 12, he suddenly grabbed an airborne battalion soldier nearby and threw it out.
The rocket hit the soldier in the airborne battalion, tearing the soldier to pieces and smashing it into blood.
Hong Lang glared at Lu Ming, he was about to get angry, and King Kong had already rushed over: "Go!"
"but……"
"I have seen it!" King Kong shouted: "Remember, I am not here, I am the boss here, listen to me, go!"
A large number of Terminators are in shape, and all adventurers and airborne battalions retreat to the rear at the same time.
Three off-road vehicles rushed out of the behind the repair center and stopped after a short stroll.
The four airborne battalions responsible for the defense of the priest have been rushed to the side by the front-ranked rushers, inserting their big hands into the soldiers' chests.
"The top row of the Terminator is about to burst out! Let's detonate it!" Hong Lang rushed.
King Kong’s one-eyed eyes looked at the repair center and said:
Mom, they are very scattered, not piled up, and they are even more than the mutants! This is not enough to blast!

"That time is because we are in the encirclement, the mutants will concentrate." Hong Lang even had the discretion to defend the mutants, and immediately said: "How much can be fried?"
"Hands!" King Kong issued a hysterical snoring.
The elite soldiers of the airborne camp on an off-road vehicle slammed the old-fashioned towed detonator in World War II.
With this press, a large piece of explosives located in the ground of the repair center simultaneously detonated. The dust flew in an instant, covering the entire sky, and the huge roaring sound rang like a thunder in the ear, shaking the brain and squeaking.
The waves are sweeping toward the four sides, and even the adventurers hundreds of meters away feel the violent vibrations of the earthquake and the oncoming winds.
Numerous machine parts in the repair center screamed and flew out with the explosion. It was like a murder weapon, and it shot all the way, scaring everyone to bow down and avoid.
When the messy metal tide passed, everyone looked up and saw the shadows of the machine parts everywhere. Two airborne soldiers, one was scratched by a screw and the other was a piece of metal. The fragments cut off the thigh artery.
"I fuck!" Hong Lang snorted and said: "How much explosives did you put underneath? Why are you so explosive?"
Zhou Yiyu immediately said: "It was Shen Yan who let his soldiers bury it. I heard that all the explosives found were buried, and many flammable and explosive materials were placed at several tipping points..."
With the words of Zhou Yiyu, the repair center once again made a loud bang, followed by countless fine blasts.
Zhou Yiyu shrugged: "This is called a second explosion."
Hong Lang did not respond with a good voice: "I know his mother."
The scope of the explosion was extremely wide, and almost all the repair centers were included. Sinking itself is not an expert in detonation, but there are soldiers in his airborne camp.
The elite soldier responsible for pressing the detonator was called Lyle, who was an explosion expert in the original airborne battalion. Of course, he is only good at the original blasting method, but this does not affect how he knows how to use the explosives in his hands to maximize their power. The last time I set up explosives in the X-Men world, it was him who chose the safest place for them.
Looking from afar, the sky above the repair center is burning a red flame.
Hong Lang sighed with a deep breath: "This is the next guy, this guy should die."
Zhou Yiyu’s tone has become very strange:
I’m afraid...not necessarily.

As the large black smoke of the smoke dissipated, a metal machine was stepping out from the battlefield filled with smoke and flames. Most of their bodies are already incomplete, and even the guns are mostly destroyed. Some of the metal skeletons that burned the flames have turned into reddish iron bars without affecting their actions.
A pair of electronic eyes pierced the dark fog and stared at the adventurers.
"Oh... hell." Everyone screamed in unison.
Honglang roared: "How could it not kill them?"
Instead, the airborne camp elite soldier Lyle calmly replied: "Mr., the explosive power of underground explosives is actually limited, and the direct lethality to individuals is not stronger than rockets. But they are more widely dispersed. The coverage area is larger, and enough explosive force can form a large enough impact damage and cause a large-area combustion effect, so the effect of the sound when the damage is greater is more scary and looks even more scary. There is a T800 that we don't know the specific situation."
"That is to say, they are not dead, it is normal, is death not normal?"
"The sir said that in any case, a hard battle can't hide. He just doesn't like being run by his ass, but he never thought he could kill his opponent. Anyway, they are better now. After all, they have all been hurt... The last sentence belongs to my personal opinion."
"Sink, you bastard... even your soldiers are bastards." Hong Lang muttered. In the mission of World War II, his medicine was given to the soldier, but Lyle now turned his face to him and refused to recognize him. He only admitted to sinking, which made him very uncomfortable.
"Thank you for your compliment, sir." Lyle answered with no expression.
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A large number of Terminators gradually stepped out of the repair center.
The power of dispersed explosives during an explosion depends on many factors, far from being as easy to determine as a rocket missile. What is certain is that there are more than 50 terminators entering the repair center, and there are fewer than five terminators killed directly by explosives. Most of the Terminators are only wounded, a small number of weapons are destroyed, and a fewer Terminators are seriously injured.
More than forty of the Terminator robots, which still maintain full combat power, began to rush to the adventurers.
King Kong counted the remaining Terminator with his only one eye, and said with a long breath: "There are less than half of the remaining, the guns are basically destroyed, the rockets are basically used up... Lyle is right. It’s better than before. How is it, how many brothers? On average, one is six, hard to resist?

Honglang snorted: "Afraid of a bird, a total of nine T800, thirty-five T750, Lao Tzu is difficult, take two T8, four 750, and other you deal with."
King Kong is cold and cold: "Okay, I also have two T8s, four 750s."
Zhou Yiyu smiled: "Then I will have a T8 and six T750s."
Everyone looked at him strangely at the same time, Zhou Yiyu shrugged: "I can't beat it, I can run it."
The monk nodded: "There are still four T8s, twenty-one 750s, one for each person, one T8, five 750, and one more T750. Who is it? First, my ability is probably not enough.

"Give it to me." A voice suddenly sounded.
Looking for the sound ~EbookFREE.me~ turned out to be Marcus.
"You?" King Kong was a little surprised.
"Yes, isn't it a duty for every human being to fight against the machine? Let me also come up with it," Marcus replied.
After thinking about it, King Kong pointed to the few airborne soldiers: "Well, you guys protect Kyle and Xiaofan, take them out of the battlefield, the farther the better, unless we ask you to come back, don't join the battle."
In this case, there are not many airborne soldiers, not many of them.
"No! I want to fight with you!" Kyle yelled.
King Kong, Kyle: "Shut up, don't tell me, I understand that if you object to our decision, I will have to stun you. But the consequences of stunning you have a big impact on me. That is the equivalent of someone shooting a shot on my head! Do you understand? Yes, you may not understand, but if you really want to help, the farther away from the battlefield, the better. Your life safety is very important to us! If you die And we are finished!"
Kyle looked at King Kong. He didn't understand what it meant. Why is your life so important to them? But looking at the angry and serious expression of King Kong, obviously he is not joking.
"So... okay." Kyle instinctively nodded.
"That's it."
The remaining airborne troops left with Xi Xiaofan and Kyle in a hurry.
The seven adventurers looked at each other and sneered at each other. Suddenly they put the gun into the coat of arms at the same time.
Then give a big drink: "Kill!"
Going to the front of a large number of Terminators.
The narrow road meets the brave, even in the age of steel torrents, the strength of the muscles is still the top priority of survival.
The flesh and blood collide with the machine, the original brute force and the mechanical strength compete, and the creator and the creature create a fight.