Chapter 769

"Hit all those things out!"

Almin didn't come empty handed to support them this time. Randall gave them a mace

After giving the order, almin turned back and fought again, slashed at a green skin and threw the headless body back to the city.

Thunder Eagle joined the war with the roar. The fire net composed of automatic gun, heavy explosive gun and rocket tore the panic green team, but this is not its really terrible weapon.

Under its wings, 16 missiles are ready to launch.

With a whistling, the Rockets broke off the wings and went straight for the green skin.

When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas broke the missile body, and then a large number of yellow and green gas roared out. At the moment of contact with the air, it ignited the most deadly fire of death in the galaxy.

Phosphating missile, this is Randall's final means to almin.

In the blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorous fire washed the earth outside the parapet like a tsunami. The insurmountable fire wall kept catching groups of green skins and turning them into fly ash in a few seconds.

The temperature of the flame is so high and the gas is so deadly that ordinary people can't stay in the city. They can only wear gas masks and leave the parapet.

No more green skin climbed the ladder, and the ladder on the wall was quickly pushed away from the wall or cut to pieces.

Almin was not happy when he watched the rest of the orc barbarians being driven out of the battlefield. He knew that his cards had been exhausted, but there was no doubt that the green side had known the location of the raid on the city gate. The next raid on them would only be more deadly.

"We've got it!"

Almin shouted loudly, loud enough to ensure that everyone could hear him when he raised the bloody sword.

Many soldiers began to cheer, but most of them could only clench their fists and hit the position on their heart, or make an eagle salute.

"Hades will never fall!"

Eric responded to him in the distance and watched his soldiers raise their guns to celebrate the victory, but the number of soldiers who could do so was even fewer than when they first defeated the green skin on the wall.

Almin knew this more clearly

"May the emperor save us."

He had never seen such a turbulent enemy, such a huge number.

We will lose.

That's what he thinks at the moment.

Unless the commander of the war can come back.

The image of the head of the war in his mind restored his strength.

"We will stick here until the commander returns."

He held his breath and said that the firmness in his voice came from the faith he really believed in.

"Boss, our guns can't start."

Archimedes, a big technology bully, said wrongfully in front of the bone breaker.

It took a little while for the bone crushers to realize what the big technology bully said was broken - their artillery troops in the rear did not respond to those precious cannons, although the human parapet was almost completely exposed in front of them.

In fact, the real plan of the bone crusher is not those boys.

Boy, there are as many as you want. Even the terrible flame of human beings doesn't surprise him. He's even very satisfied, because he knows that the more powerful things are, the fewer they are. If human beings use those weapons in advance, they just sit on the ground and wait to die.

But the artillery's misfire surprised him.

This time he personally presided over the Hades siege, on the one hand, because they directly transmitted it to the nest. On the other hand, although he missed the most valuable goal during his last adventure, the beast Archimedes still got a lot of good things, such as the accurate transmission technology mastered by ancient ulano oak.

The bone breaker knows that the war situation is in danger, so he urgently needs big technology to make some good things that can turn the situation around, and manufacturing those good things requires very huge resources, so he must occupy this nest.

"Damn it, I'll see what's wrong."

The bone breaker suddenly pushed the bodyguard around him and ordered:

"Keep fighting when the fire goes out. Don't stop, okay?"

Before leaving the artillery position, the bone breaker heard a noise.

"You damn thief, stole my shell!! come back! 100... No, 300!"

"But blow the shiguge! There are a hundred there, and I borrowed fifty from you. Do you know the number? You still owe me a hundred last time!"

"A thief is a thief! You've drunk me. It's not a loan! You stabbed me in the eye with an iron bar!"

"That's what you asked! I said you agreed to give it."

"Shit, you wear a pair of pants with those blue faced ghosts!"

"I've had enough of this nonsense. You'd better start showing respect for me."

"Or what?"

"So!"

When the bone breaker walked in, he saw two mechanics fighting. One of them hit the other on the chin and cracked his fangs.

Then the other didn't want to be outdone. A wrench hit the other party's forehead and immediately spilled blood.

They beat each other harder and harder. They beat each other with their greatest strength. The fart essence obediently made way in front of the two quarreling green skins.

With an old punch, the one holding the wrench flew out and landed at the foot of a figure whose head and shoulders were higher than the confrontation mechanic.

"Go away, you fool."

The battered mechanic roared and still grabbed his bloody wrench with one hand.

When he stood up, he realized who the figure was and his chin relaxed.

"Who's your name, fool?"

The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the trunk like chest of the war leader.

"Are you two destined not to be technicians?"

The bone breaker continued, approaching the two cowering oaks.

"Why do you fight like a fart?"

The one who fought fiercely responded first, which saved his life.

"All the shells here are used up, and the guy hid himself!"

He said in a hurry and kept away from each other.

"This... This..."

The mechanic holding the wrench stammered, and the melon seeds in the cerebellum struggled to think about how to tell a lie.

When he tried to reply, there was no chance.

The giant mechanical claw on the right arm of the bone breaker first slowly rose, and then fell unstoppably. In a terrible creak, he cut the mechanic in half.

The wreckage fell to the ground and blood splashed on the living.

The guy tried to move, but like a parent reaching out to the wrong child, the bone breaker grabbed each other's shoulder board with his bloody claws and kicked him away.

"Waste."

The warlord murmured:

"Why are there no shells!"

"This --"

The half kicked mechanic stammered.

"Boss, the guy carrying shells in the back hasn't come for a long time. We can't help it. It's OK to make some bullets here. It's too slow to make shells."

"Then hurry to check it for me! Why!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The mechanic got up and walked away.

But the bone breaker felt a little uneasy for some reason.