Chapter 749

"Green kill jar!!!"

The first boy who found the enemy's vehicle immediately roared at his throat, almost making him lose his voice.

In terms of appearance, the killing can is a small okunda. The lower end of the cylindrical body is equipped with piston driven short legs, and both sides are electric saws and big guns.

Of course, because of the size, the weapons that can be carried by the killing can are half less than that of oak fearless. However, the real difference between the two is that the driver of the killing can is not a violent green boy, but a timid fart.

For this reason, people can often see killing cans in groups on the battlefield. The green boy's character has been dragged. When he is fearless, no one is a bird. It's more difficult for them to cooperate than to go to heaven, but the fart essence is different.

They have been pushed and kicked by boys since they were born to survive in the cracks, so they deeply understand the principle of teamwork and often act together in twos and threes.

So sometimes they are more deadly than the average green fearless.

"Commando!!!"

Soon, MEC's roar came to mind, and then rushed out of the rear of the line of defense dozens of people with iron head cages, chains and shackles, almost deformed muscles.

They are one of the killer maces of MEC's survival in the nest. They are called medicine people. By injecting a large number of hormones and exciting drugs, their physical functions are far beyond ordinary people, but the price is that their brains degenerate to the degree of almost wild animals.

Originally, he had hundreds of such medicine men, but they were constantly damaged in the fierce battle. Now this is the last batch.

Whether they can survive or not, the blood hook Gang no longer exists in a sense.

"Go! Get rid of them!!!"

With a howl, the medicine people launched a wild charge. Their arms were replaced by rotating chain saws, just pure killing machines.

Similarly, the killing cans didn't come alone. A large number of boys rushed out from them and soon fought with the medicine people.

"Solve those iron pimples!"

The drug man's weapons pose little threat to the killing cans. Their trunk like bodies are full of buzzing sawteeth and clattering pliers. Oil smoke is emerging from the crude welded engine block on their back. The chain saw can only wipe sparks on their yellow armor.

The only thing that can slow them down is the bodies on the ground.

Suddenly, a rocket hit a mecha, instantly penetrated the eyes of the mecha skull and exploded inside.

The soldiers cheered.

But there are at least five moving, and the killing tanks are all launched by three as a team. This time, two teams appear on the battlefield.

"Go, go, go!"

Soon, a group of soldiers with improvised incendiary bombs began to move quickly along the trench towards the killing machines, and the killing cans seemed to be aware of it and began to fire wildly around.

"Fuck you!"

One of them was a little far away from his comrades in arms. The soldiers who caught the opportunity solved it in groups of five. Then they lit a incendiary bomb made of glass bottles and liquid combustibles and smashed it at the machine.

The moment the glass was broken, the fire spread, two of them directly hit the killing tank, and the flame flowed into the mecha along the liquid.

A few seconds later, the screams of fart spirits sounded. They beat the shell of the mecha desperately, but they couldn't get out.

Finally, all the sounds disappeared. Although it didn't fall down, it had been completely burned into a piece of scrap iron.

"Another one! Kill it again!"

The successful soldiers immediately turned to the next target, but the killing cans were already on guard. They defended each other's sides and kept suppressing the solved human soldiers with machine guns.

At the same time, they also fired rockets on their shoulders, setting off a whirlwind of death in the trenches.

"Pinch Ma Ma! Fuck you -"

A soldier saw the opportunity and raised the incendiary bomb to throw, but noticed that his killing tank immediately rotated his waist and the big gun on his arm shot fiercely.

In an instant, the bullet broke the soldier's palm and incendiary bomb, and a fireball exploded and wrapped the soldier in it.

"Ah, ah --"

The ignited soldier rolled into the trench. His comrades in arms tried to rescue him, but he was instantly knocked down by a flying grenade.

The battlefield became more and more cruel.

"Ow, ow, ow --!"

A medicine man saw the chain saw sword into the body, tore it like logging, and then was clamped by the killing jar with the pliers of his right hand.

The rapidly rotating saw blade first sawed off the medicine man's arm, and then sawed into the struggling medicine man's stomach. However, under the action of various irritant drugs, the medicine man's vitality was extremely complete. It struggled hard, and constantly knocked the chain saw of the other arm violently on the head of the killing tank, knocking it out of a deep pit, and constantly spilled blood from the armor crack.

Finally, before he died, the medicine man forced the chain saw into the crack knocked out by it, and then the two killing machines stopped at the same time.

"Ah! Burn you!"

A soldier nearby ignited another mecha with his flamethrower, and the shell of the mecha immediately burned.

It stumbled forward, seemingly calm, and grabbed the soldier with two mechanical claws before he reacted.

The sharp pliers went straight through the soldier's chest and his weapon fell off.

The worn joints of the mecha made a harsh friction sound, raised him and pierced him.

The dying soldier raised his hand, opened the pull ring of the grenade with his mouth and shouted:

"For the emperor."

The violent explosion ignited the fuel tank on the ground, and the flame devoured the soldier and his murderer.

Another flamethrower also stared at one of the remaining two killing cans. He tried to get close, but he was focused on his head by stray bullets and fell to the ground like a pile of vegetables.

The impact of his body and the convulsion of his nervous system made his hand tightly press the trigger on the flamethrower. The flame tongue like a spear licked in all directions, scattered like the arc of an inflammatory prison, and ignited the three nearest soldiers.

They twitched in the flames, their arms swinging painfully.

The soldiers panicked and dispersed.

"Shit!"

MEC cursed. Although his brain had been blurred by various drugs, he still saw it,

When the soldier died, his fingers stuck to the flamethrower trigger.

The fuel pipe of the flame injector was pressed by the body and swayed back and forth, just like a burning snake.

Soon, two more people were ignited by the fire. The fire burned a sharp conical scar on the muddy concrete road until it ran out of fuel.

And the last one.

"Kill!"

MEC rushed to the killing jar at full speed and held up the chainsaw sword, while the mecha tried to catch him with its pliers.

At the moment of contact, a set of blades cut deep into his left arm.

For a moment, the arm holding the hook flew high.

The pain could not be sensed by the nerves. MEC was completely paralyzed. He roared and stabbed the eyepiece on the head of the mecha with the chain saw sword again and again.

For a moment, sparks splashed everywhere, accompanied by the stench of green blood, and the limbs of the mecha trembled constantly.

Suddenly, MEC felt something strange in his abdomen. He lowered his head and saw that he was gripped by pliers and almost cut off by his waist.

He wanted to laugh, but the blood blocked his throat uncontrollably.

Finally, his hand touched the grenade that had always been around his waist. The moment he hooked the pull ring, he seemed to wake up from the paralysis of drugs.

Then without hesitation, he jerked off the pull ring——