Chapter 251: Deadly Dawn (21)

MacArthur could feel his body temperature boiling like a high fever.
Since the start of the fight, he has suffered eight injuries, including a hole in the right thigh muscle, a fractured forearm, and a broken little finger.
The others are all injuries and severe bruises.
In a severe respite, his metabolism has greatly improved, trying to make up for the battle, trying to suppress or delay the pain, maintain the peak physical performance, and accelerate healing and repair.
Energy consumption has increased his body temperature by a few degrees. He is rapidly burning the body's fat reserves. He knows that he will soon need hydrolysate and additional analgesics to maintain excellent combat status.
He glanced at the flesh messenger again. Why didn't it fire the gun? why?
Suddenly, the monster with his large caliber arms in his arms stretched his legs and a burst of steam spewed from his joints, and it began to retreat quickly.
MacArthur could hear the sound of the gear turning.
The huge body trembled, the body began to turn to the left, and his arms gradually raised.
Large groups of rebels gathered around in a hurry to avoid being crushed to death.
What is it doing? Is it turning? Is it aiming?
Something in the thick fog came from the northwest.
The flesh messenger opened its artillery, and a violent impact came out of the muzzle, shaking up a large dust around it, and the flashing shells penetrated into the dense fog, leaving a spiral path that slowly dissipated.
MacArthur didn't hear it hit anything.
But he heard the sound of counterattack.
A burst of energy and pressure suddenly sounded, and subtle electromagnetic oscillations came simultaneously.
A thick beam of scorching energy cut through the dense fog and hit the flesh messenger.
The impact shook the monster weighing several tons, shaking it, like shaking a tin toy.
In a flash, it bounced off the ground and slid to the side. Dozens of rebels died in this huge body that was suddenly displaced.
The beam of energy made a loud noise when it hit the target, and the large armor plate flew around four times, ejected into the air, half of the body of the flesh messenger was annihilated in an instant, and the dirty pus blood spewed out, and then slowly Slowly flowing outward.
A few seconds later, the same bright second beam of energy penetrated the dense fog and hit a few meters away from the flesh messenger. It hit the ground, instantly dug a high-heat melting ditch, and burned more than 20 rebels. And four sons of dawn.
Unfortunately, the traitors and aberrants near the target area screamed, and their secondary burns ignited their flesh and ammunition.
The third beam of energy that followed immediately killed the Flesh Messenger.
It was in the middle of the target, hitting under the neck, and the monster exploded.
Within a millisecond, it was like a target used by the Imperial Army during basic training, flying off the support and twisting the painted outline into a ball.
Three suspended tanks with streamlined shells rushed out of the dense fog. The fog circulated on their cobalt-blue armor. The amazing caliber plasma gun on the drop-shaped turret was still smoking.
On both sides of the cobalt blue shell, the emblem of the citizen's temple in white and gold shines.
Airborne armored personnel carriers and suspended assault vehicles rumbling and then appeared, there were three anti-aircraft infantry vehicles, and finally hundreds of soldiers in exoskeleton combat uniforms.
As they opened fire, they marched from the north to the Purple Palace, passing by the dark pit grave of the flesh messenger smoking black smoke.
More than a dozen suspended motorcycles roared behind those huge battle tanks, raising a torn piece of mud. The large-caliber live ammunition mounted on the front of the vehicle projected a dense bullet rain forward.
The rebel army at the bridge head was struck by two sides, and was suddenly at a loss.
Some of them jumped into the trenches full of corpses to avoid the fierce firepower. The three tanks continued to fire at the dense fog, targeting those high-value units. Their main turrets screamed out energy beams and penetrated the thick fog.
The flames soared into the sky, and the taste in the air changed, just like midsummer and autumn.
New energy, new machinery, new chemical reactions.
The battle was in full swing. Since the attack on the palace, the Arcanist was forced to take a defensive posture for the first time. This sudden mobile unit caused them heavy casualties.
The morale of the rebels collapsed, they stopped chanting and were exhausted.
The pure black exoskeleton combat suit of the Civic Temple is slightly dim in the bad air environment, but it still shines.
Salvation has never looked so magnificent, and death has never looked so noble.
The rebels began to flee. They ran south along the trench or into the thick fog. Those who stumbled along the trench attracted fire from the walls. The soldiers under MacArthur and the guards guarding the palace Take the opportunity to fire and put them down like sticks.
Some of them fled back and forth, suppressed by fire, and eventually died, and the body slid into the trench.
Nutans stopped the artillery bombardment, and he hoped that the counterattack force could penetrate into the enemy position without hindrance.
"Civil Temple?"
Silas pointed to the war machines he had never seen before, his voice was dazed.
"Xudra Armored Task Force."
MacArthur nodded, and the emotion in his heart surprised him. It was not just the relief of the rest of his life, but also the strong pride caused by his sense of belonging.
His countryman, his comrade-in-arms.
In fact, it was a mixed force. The combat array of the Hudela Armored Task Force included several soldiers of the 7th Infantry Company. Due to the urgent assembly, the commander of the task force was filled with reinforcements from other units. In view of the vacancy in the force structure, for example, one of the air defense infantry vehicles is the eighth infantry company, and the five suspension motorcycles belong to the third company.
MacArthur also noticed the flag of the eighth company.
The palace defenders watched the battle with limited vision. Most of the enemies had returned to the thick fog. The long-distance armored vehicles continued to tear the fog.
Nearby, the defenders finally wiped out the rebellious traitors and launched a brutal close combat with the intruding son of dawn.
Those monsters did not collapse in morale like the class, they have a considerable number-Nutans estimated that there are about one hundred people.
And even if they were suddenly hit by a pinch, they still stood firm.
Judging from the fierce offensive launched by the Purple Palace, together with the atrocities that have been witnessed today, it is enough to make them understand that they need not be compassionate.
Arcanists did not dare to fight in an upright manner. They seized all the advantages that raids, tricks, and traps could bring. They intended to kill the enemy before they realized the hostility.
This did not work, this did not work!
In the past half hour, the empire has been hit hard in its capital, so that it may never recover and sink forever.
But the arcanists failed to complete the kill as expected. They messed up and underestimated the power required to do so. They left a mess, but there were still injured opponents who could still fight.
An opponent who was badly wounded but pushed by pain, hatred, revenge, and fierce anger.
Make sure your enemy is dead.
If you must fight someone, you must kill him as soon as possible, if he is still alive, then you are dead.
This is the first lesson for the guards.
They are dead!
"Did you say anything?"
Silas turned to Nutans, with a worried expression, and seemed to be afraid that his friend would be traumatized in the upheaval.
Nutans himself was not sure if he had spoken.
"No."
He replied in this way, took off his coat, wiped a blood stain from the damaged shoulder armor, and most of the paint had been worn away.
Likewise, Silas was covered with scratches and wounds all over his body, and his gorgeous breastplate was covered in blood and dust.
Around them, one by one, scarred, exhausted, and dirty soldiers gathered, looking at the brutal battle across the trench, secret guards, soldiers and wizards stood side by side, arms down.
The remaining black smoke lingered from the broken walls of the arches of the gates. The shock of the armored vehicles shook the ground and shattered the gravel from the walls. Several medical personnel took this precious ceasefire to take care of the injured. Almost every palace defender was injured. stretch
Belts and medicines are not enough to distribute to everyone.
Boom~!
The impact of the armored vehicle during the battle was so strong that the dense fog on the west side of the palace rolled like a rough sea, and the blazing light beam suddenly flashed in the dark environment~EbookFREE.me~ An assault vehicle was quite A violent explosion took off and emerged from the fog like a whale jumping over the sea. It then flipped back into the misty sea, and debris spilled from the burning debris.
Near the edge of the dense fog, the Temple Warriors and the approaching Son of Dawn engaged in a white-blade battle, with no mercy on either side.
Nutans replaced the pistol with a bullet, checked the sword, and then straightened the flag next to him, with blood stains and bright red fingerprints on the flagpole.
"I'll take people to clean up the following soldiers."
He looked at Silas as if telling a little thing.
"Defend the outer wall."
Suddenly a figure ran over and Nutans responded instinctively. He turned sharply and raised his hand.
But the trigger was not pulled, because he saw Peguedo.
"I received a letter from Master Jacqueline!"
"Jacqueline?"
"The message over Wuqiu, they have defeated the enemy, and the shadow is coming."
The two words made Nutans froze for a few seconds, then he turned to face Silas and other officers.
"change plan."
He said.
"Silas, you and I went back to the main building of the palace. The others were on the defensive line and notified me as soon as the situation outside changed."
He turned and strode away, walked through the gate, stepped over the cratered courtyard, and Silas marched towards the ruined Purple Palace.
Green smoke swirled in the air, and a pungent smell came from the artillery position.
He is now cherishing hope, and for the first time today, Nutans has tangible hope in his mind.
If anyone can solve the current dilemma immediately, or if he didn’t talk about what happened today, he will finally return.