Chapter 613: This is victory

"Boss! This and this!"
Under the leadership of two boys, he saw the "UFO" in a garbage dump outside the city.
Of course, its appearance is now different from before. After all, falling from the sky of a few hundred meters, it is almost impossible to keep it as it is, but Jinya can still see a complete metal wing and a huge engine nozzle.
From the appearance alone, this thing is not much different from the Rockets, and may be slightly shorter.
Many guys have been watching nearby for a long time. Obviously, they hope to find some good things from the wreckage. However, because this one already has a caretaker, and it seems that it is not very troublesome, they have not started.
After Jinya appeared, the trash guys groaned one after another, but scattered away.
As soon as the boss came, nothing happened to them.
Two Oaks were looking at the machine on the ground. They were both wearing black leather jackets with funny dangling caps on their heads. One of them crouched on the ground as if repairing, and the other kept kicking his ass.
"Shit, Hugo! You are shit! If you change the fire extinguisher to oil..."
Aware of the movement, Nauk immediately turned around and pulled out the pistol on his waist.
But when he saw that he was a big guy, leading a group of fierce and evil men, he immediately stepped back instinctively, but the gun in his hand was not put down.
He had always been worried about who would rob him of his things.
But Jinya smiled dismissively at the muzzle of the other party, and then cast his gaze behind the shoulder of the other party, the huge machine that slumped on the ground and smoked.
It was estimated that when the thing landed, the force was not small, and a 100-meter long gully was ploughed out on the ground. Various pieces of debris were scattered all over the dump. Its broken side wings also smashed a litter's den.
"During the day, did you fly past us?"
Jinya withdrew his eyes and turned his attention back to the guy who looked tenacious. Even in the face of so many kids, he seemed to guard the machine.
"Yes, I! That's right, it's everyone! This is I!"
"Before you answer my question."
Jinya knew that the other party must be afraid that he had robbed him of something. He also had this thought, but first he had to figure out what it was.
"What is it called."
The boss's hand pointed to the machinery on the ground. The boy hesitated for a moment. When he saw the fierce bodyguards of Jinya, he finally said reluctantly:
"I... I called it a plane, but also a bang machine."
"Can it fly?"
This is nonsense, but Jinya still wants to confirm it again.
The kid nodded.
"It's kind of interesting, you came from Arkham, right."
"Well."
Jinya greeted a bodyguard, muttered at him, and then shouted to the kid:
"I called a few mechanics to repair it for you."
"No, no! We ourselves..."
"Relax, I won't ask for your things. You can help today. There will be some good special projects at night. Come together."
The kid hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't refuse an invitation from the boss.
"now it's right."
Jinya smiled and turned to walk towards the city, but he stopped after just two steps and asked back:
"Forgot to ask, what is your name?"
"I am a dumb man."
...
The chaos outside Blackrock Castle has ceased.
The giant bipedal machine carried its owner through the dusty plains. It was a lonely deity, and it roared thunderously every time it stepped on the ground.
Maybe when the mission is completed, it will get a rest, but before that, it still strides forward with the fatigue of the wounded soldier.
The wind hit its pitted red skin, covering its shoulders with a layer of dust.
Every few hundred meters, it stops and trembles, the damaged gears and clogged pistons jingle.
Above its head, the sky appeared clear blue.
Guk, the king of Oak, looks at the dry land in Mao Jingang's eyes.
My kingdom.
He thought, suddenly coughing.
Beside him, many tall, hazy figures remained motionless, keeping their eyes on the landscape outside King Kong's eyes.
He had never thought that this would be the case when he returned home. Although the concept of home was so strange and incomprehensible to him, this was where he was born. It was the wind and sand that shaped him
The deck shook under his feet, and the machine of God stopped.
Guck glanced at the figures of Okimide and the two mechanic operators, who were busy in their seats, messy pipelines covering their faces, as if to put their eyes in front of others The same as hiding.
He didn't like this, but he didn't know why.
"what happened?"
Guk spoke after a few seconds:
"Why stopped?"
All the while, the arm lifted the line hanging from the ceiling, and Okimide showed his face, and the mechanical prosthetic eyes were flashing.
"Look."
Grak is staring outside through the armored glass in Vajra's eyes. His pupil is like a small red hole in a gray iris.
Guk followed the eyes of his loyal dog.
The morning mist disappeared from the ground and was blown away by a violent wind.
The body emerged from the faint yellow.
At that moment, he remembered the sea creature's back piercing the ocean, and then he recognized what he saw.
The spiral rust covered the body of the nearest tank~EbookFREE.me~ meandering through the notched metal, its tracks scattered on its sides and rear, at the last moment before it was destroyed Fall off.
There is a jagged edge hole in the twisted front inclined armor. Its turret hatch is still closed, but the main gun barrel has become a cluster of burnt black metal twigs.
He could see its exposed cabin covered with dust and exposed to the screaming wind.
Another tank emerged from the receding cloud, and the lines of its body were corroded and softened. On the side of it was another smaller vehicle, which was penetrated through the smooth openings on both sides of the turret-just like a A precise bullet penetrated the skull of an unfortunate man.
More wreckage appeared, squeezed together, or stayed alone with his fragments.
At a glance, he recognized more than a dozen paintings, and saw many things he had never seen before.
The heavy car body of the battle fortress lies beside many corpses and battle motorcycles.
Between the wreckage, the shrunken fart was distributed among the cluttered tank parts.
Many of Oke’s bodies looked almost intact. The baptism of flames washed away their logos. Many were still entangled with their enemies. It seemed to be frozen in the moment of death.
Cloud fog continued to recede, and the carpet made of death spread under the foot of God's machine.
In the armored raid last night, the rebels were defeated, the victory was only a finger away from them, the black stone almost fell, only the lower arsenal was still stubborn, and the flag at the top of the fortress had changed.
But the cold steel ruthlessly crushed their hopes and their lives.
"This is victory."
The King of Oak stared into the sea of ​​corpses that stretched dozens of miles away, whispering to himself.