Chapter 450: Startling change (below)

Namat stared at the earth in the dawn.
At the place where the sun should rise, the ominous clouds hung on the sky, and the sky solidified into a cloud of brown and amber, slowly drifting against the wind.
The cloud was brighter than the sky, with a yellow-white color like the sand dunes deep in the desert exposed to the noon sun, and Namat could smell a certain scent in the wind, a scorched resin smell.
He felt that he should discover what changes, some kind of symptom that could fulfill his hunch, but how to distinguish these clues?
"Boss?"
Narmat awakened from his thoughts and looked to his left, his deputy was approaching, with a big gun on his body.
"What news?"
Namat asked the deputy, who shook his head.
"The two war gangs have come from the east, and they plan to give the stink guys a bit harder."
"I see, are the boys ready?"
"Oh, of course, boss."
Namat looked over the undulating stream, and the boys had gathered, facing the pale trace of the sun's position in the dust cloud.
The weapon in their hands shone in the morbid sunlight, the flag of the gang of war was hanging like a dying sail, and a group of scattered boys were walking towards them along the lemon-colored slope, led by a big guy, look The flag on his back should be a leader of the gang.
But Namat did not know the gang, nor the leader.
He turned his gaze back to the battlefield. Another thing that surprised him was that the gear boy actually took out his baby. A total of three Mao brothers all appeared.
The whistling dust was so heavy that their distant figures disappeared from view several times, and Namat could hear the occasional metal screams of their large and heavy racks.
They stepped through the unstoppable footsteps of the iron fist battle front, looking down on the heavy artillery and weapon platforms, and then moved side by side with the garbage cart of the steel face battle to the réndà army.
Boom~!
Soon, one of them fired first.
Namat lowered his telescope with a distorted face, and Mao Gezhan's pulsating light from his arm weapon was dazzling, leaving a bright afterimage on his retina.
"It will really show..."
He whispered softly, trying not to let the kids around him hear it.
Thick and shining beams of energy erupted from their muzzles, followed by huge meteors like meteors and heavy black shells.
The biped machines seemed to be smoking from head to toe, but that was just the dust falling from them, the dense tremor produced by the weapon recoil, and the heavy sand and dust that had accumulated on their huge body covered with steel plates before. Go down.
Namat could hear the shrieks and hissing of their laser weapons, and the short thunder of artillery, and those sounds rolled out of sync with the flash of bàozhà.
He had witnessed Battle of Mao Zedong in battle. The scene has always awed him. He was surprised by their amazing shooting speed and the colorful beams of water flowing from their arms and shoulders like a torrent.
In front of their slow pace, the earth began to wave and twist, giving rise to forest-like scattered yellow sand, as well as flying mud and tumbling fireballs.
The tremors and flashes of destruction spread like carpets in front of them, sending dark smoke and gasified sand into the pale clouds that followed the beasts, and Namat could feel the impact of their raids. Ruthlessly shook his internal organs.
The earth trembled.
The boys around him started cheering and shouting, and Namat could feel their longing. This kind of scene was enough to arouse the blood of the weakest Oak.
He could not wait any longer, otherwise he would risk losing his prestige, which was fatal to a boss.
Namat guessed how many screaming beasts would disappear in the first, second or third seconds.
He couldn't see clearly even in the telescope. He could only see the rolling dust, the unstoppable mad shock, and the sudden burst of chain fireballs spread all over and burned everything.
In an instant, he glimpsed a dark body that might be a giant crocodile rising from the fluttering bàopò, and then crashed down like a sunken sea boat.
The smell of gum has disappeared, replaced by ultra-high temperature gas, tank fuel, molten sand and burnt pungent smell,
The huge machinery continued to advance, stepping over the scorched earth left behind by their devastating firepower, as if several people were walking in a low mist.
Their bombardment did not stop. Behind them, the armored forces of the steel-faced gang began to move forward, and Namat heard the distant roar of the main gun firing.
In a short period of time, Brother Mao will come to the edge of the cloud and step into the pale cloud.
Since dawn, the ominous mask finally began to roll and shrink, as if the three giant war machines were a blast of wind from the desert, slowly blowing away the dirty cloud.
"ready to go."
Namat led his deputy and walked into the depression where the support vehicle was parked. The boys looked at him anxiously.
But he still felt a deep sense of anxiety as if he was heading for something, but it was too late to think about it now, he had to make a choice, and there was no way out.
"We are going west."
Namat pressed the map on a large stone and announced it to the surrounding leaders.
"West."
Everyone agrees that there is the direction of Wushan, and taking over there will be a huge and brilliant victory.
But the deputy shook his head.
"Boss, I am thinking, go down here, and walk from here, dry river bed, if they are too far north, we may be swept back."
"Oh, come on!"
Many bosses immediately coaxed.
"Everything is long over, except for the work of collecting corpses."
"Is it?"
The deputy pointed up.
"Have you seen the sky?"
"Go the sky!"
Namat spit at the ground, and the boss's vigour replaced the previous calmness.
"I mean, we can take a closer path directly to the scoundrel's den, I mean that."
The deputy still insisted on his own ideas.
"Okay, let's go!"
Namat told his old man.
"Wake them up and tell them where we are going."
The deputy ran over, shouting instructions, and the other leaders woke up and began to convey orders.
The boys stood up obediently, holding their weapons.
"Move!"
Namat shouted at them:
"Okay, farts, it's time to go!"
At this time, the battle is gradually reaching the top of the fierce battle. Mao Brothers and the armored forces fired at the enemy.
The scene of war turning the whole land into purgatory was extremely shocking. They slowly stepped into the cloud, and the garbage trucks of the steel-faced gangs followed their huge steps.
Kushbah couldn't imagine how many tons of dànyào were sent into the enemy's front. If a survivor survived, he would be surprised.
They crushed the enemy, they annihilated the enemy, they used an overwhelming advantage to thwart the efforts of the beasts to fight against the water.
In his gaze ~ EbookFREE.me ~ that grand performance has faded out of sight.
The support force composed of Mao Brothers and the heavy trucks disappeared into the clouds, and Kushbah could still hear them firing, see the flashes, and feel the distant muffled noises that bàopò produced again and again.
The storm, the cloud that smashed the fortification front completely in the early morning, was rolling and dissipating. Kushbaja imagined the monster-like smoke footprints on the molten ground covered with the corpses of veterinarians and reptiles.
"Action, action!"
The noise not far away suddenly broke his imagination.
"Stand up, you idiots! Go! Go west!"
The formation of the Iron Fist gang quickly surged, Kushbach was also preparing to join, and he was also eager for revenge.
At this moment, he raised his head and suddenly realized how dim the sky became...
15 o'clock second!