Chapter 68： monster

(Book friend group 125657915, small A greets you. Okay, I will control the hand of the codeword in the future and quit those H metaphors~ cry~)

Most of the people ran away, and some were still resisting. The empire’s treatment of deserters with ordinary status might think of factors such as unfavorable war situation and large enemy forces, and would not be held accountable or punished lightly. After those powerless civilians, the harsh punishments and cruel methods of their methods have reached a heinous level.

Just like James, the Judge's grenade whizzed past his head, and the metal nail hit the edge of the trench, raising a puff of gravel, and falling on him like rain.

Even if I was afraid, hesitated, regretful, at a loss...All kinds of emotions accumulated in my heart, and the soles of my feet were already a little soft. Stepping on a hard rock is like stepping on a ball of cotton.

He wants to run, but he can't run. That would ruin the rest of his life and also harm his family.

stay to fight? What to use Use this **** "M-506 saber reform"? Can't even shoot through the enemy's power armor!

James turned his head and glanced at the snipers in the rubble, and suddenly envied them, not the 27MM "Thor's Fury" heavy sniper rifle in their hands, but envious of their firm and crazy hearts.

These guys are just a group of servants. They are bloodthirsty and calm, just like fierce lone wolves on the ice sheet, indulging in hunting games.

The more Biao Fei's blood, the more violent in their bones can be awakened, the more tyrannical opponents, the more tenacious in their souls can be aroused.

Just like now, everyone has escaped, but Bradley Eddie in the gravel, he is indifferent and still sticks to his post with due diligence.

James is not familiar with him, this kind of person is destined to be with blood and fire, and with indifference as company.

Bradley Avery’s rank is captain, and he is at the same level as the company commander. He has served for a full nine years, but it is strange that he has reached the age of retirement, but he has not bid farewell to the army and returns to normal life. Plan.

He has few friends, and never communicates with his family. Some people in the company called him a madman, and some people said he was a fool.

James was also puzzled. However, at this moment, looking at the guy who was covered with black charcoal in the cracks of the rock pile, there was a sudden flash of understanding in his heart.

Once on this bloodthirsty road, there is no more chance to withdraw. The desire for blood and killing is like a curse, no matter where they go, it will affect them like tarsus maggots. Compared with civilized society, perhaps the army and the battlefield are their best destinations.

Bradley fired, and a fire burst out from the gap between the rock piles, and the powerful recoil made the fine stone chips fall straight down.

About 1,300 meters in front of 　　, a small dog leaping on the edge of the trench, avoiding the rifle shooting, suddenly exploded a ball of green body fluid, flew horizontally, and hit a boulder hard.

"Hit!" Somehow, James was determined, as if he didn't dare to go out at night when he was a child, and had to be accompanied by someone. Bradley's presence allowed him to find a sense of security.

was hit by a 27MM bullet, and one of the puppy’s right leg was blown into two pieces. It could no longer jump and jump to show off that terrifying mobility! James gave Bradley a distant thumb.

However, in the next scene, his heart was suddenly chilled, and the sense of security he had just given birth was like a candle in the wind, instantly extinguished.

A giant tank the size of a tank wandered freely on its six slender and skinny feet, and sprayed a mouthful of mucus at the lingering puppy. The meridians spread, the bones were remodeled, and the crippled puppy stood again. Getting up... It just stood up like that, and twisted its ugly head, and let out a roar in the direction where the bullet came.

Although there is no medium for sound transmission in a vacuum environment, James seems to be able to hear its roar, like a **** hound, making people fearful.

Compared to him, Bradley was obviously more calm, the fire flashed, and another shot.

This time, it was no longer its hind legs that exploded, but the ugly head. The puppy may be a little bit less accurate in the state of exercise, but it is a pity that it stops barking and demonstrating recklessly, then it has only one end, death!

As a sniper, he has killed hundreds of enemies and shattered countless heads. How can the mental quality of ordinary soldiers be comparable?

Bradley got up from the gravel, picked up the "Thunder God's Fury" that was about the height of his body, jumped down the trench, and sneaked towards another hidden spot.

He is like a ghost, the ghost carrying the death sickle, silently and tirelessly harvesting the enemy's life.

James swallowed, hesitating to catch up, suddenly, a black shadow passed over his head.

looked up, it was a guy with a body length of nearly forty meters and many eye sockets. He remembered that the fixed-point railgun at the base was paralyzed by these ugly guys, and then cut into a pile of steel trash by those guys wearing golden armor.

At first he was worried that this big guy who was big enough to be comparable to a frigate had other abilities. Later, as time went on, he discovered that they could not only spit out "organic shells" and paralyze large fortifications, they could not be used against mobile vehicles. It poses a threat to ground infantry.

James felt a little rested, and he just slipped back into the trench. Suddenly, the big guy who seemed harmless to humans and animals opened his abdominal sac, and his muscle tissue pulsed, as if excreted, he spouted three **** of mud.

The muddy flesh fell on the ground, splashing a circle of flying sand, and then he saw a very strange scene. The fleshy flesh covered with energy tumors on the body shook for a while, and a grotesque head was drilled in the middle, followed by three-stranded steel forks with sharp claws.

They kept shaking their mud-like lower body, with the help of their claws, they squirmed quickly to the edge of a trench, and then fell in.

James thought that when they reappeared, they might have two more feet, or they might have a pair of wings, or they might grow a barb. The facts disappointed him. Perhaps they were really lumps of shit, and after a tumultuous leap and startled a few soldiers, there was no movement.

The big guy in the sentimental sky uses the trenches as latrines!

He turned his head and continued to look at Bradley.

The calm and sophisticated sniper has changed positions and buried himself in a pile of armored vehicle wreckage. "Thunder God's Fury" stands up again, **** is harvested, and will be staged again.

At this time, a soldier stumbled and ran from a distance. The boulders and rocks were broken into bones under the heavy metal boots and thinned into sand.

James frowned unconsciously. He didn't want to see the deserters, even though he understood them in his heart.

The soldier's direction of flight is also very bad. Bradley is right on his walking track. God knows if this will attract the eyes of the enemy and expose the location of the sniper.

"Gaunt, stop, don't run anymore." According to the number on the power armor, James recognized his identity.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Time passed every second, and there was no echo from the communicator. As for "Gunter," he still ran wildly, as if he hadn't heard of it.

"Huh?" James' eyebrows were twisted together, and when he was about to do something, the sudden scene in his field of vision almost didn't disperse his soul.

"Gunter" stopped after all, but the place where he stopped was very strange, and his movements were even stranger.

The right arm of the original metal structure was twisted and changed, and three sharp claws were quickly formed, and then they were inserted into a pile of burnt metal plates at lightning speed, and Bradley was concealed in it. Too cold.

The anger of "Thor's Fury" died down, as if Bradley's body was getting colder.

"How can this be? Why is this? God, what kind of monster is that!" James only felt his legs become weak, and suddenly sat on the ground.

A monster that can transform into a human being and disguise at will, what a terrible ability this is! In vain, he thought it was a pile of shit, it turned out that his head was filled with a pile of shit.

Bradley died like that, silently. James closed his eyes lightly, his heart beating like the roar of Hong Zhong Dalyu in his ears.

The monster in the sky dropped three **** of flesh at first, what about the other two balls? Also, the monster is not one head, there are three heads, will the others do the same?

The figures of several deserters who had just rushed out of the trench and rushed around suddenly flashed in his mind.

"It's over... it's over, it's all over..." James sighed up to the sky. There are strong enemies on the outside, and detailed work lurking inside. There is no suspense about the outcome.

"With... company commander, what is that? My god... my god... ah..."

"Hu Feng, what are you doing? Put down your gun."

"Lieutenant Nickel, you...you are not...ah..."

"……"

There was a stern cry from the communicator James looked at the night sky with his eyes blankly, and the battleship's gunfire ignited the outer void of Nami Star, as dazzling as a cluster of flowers.

The universe is a free port, where you can fly and gallop, but it is not a huge cemetery, where countless lives, countless years, and countless ambitions and hopes are buried.

"James? Oh, God, you're still alive!" A voice full of surprise came into the pinna.

Familiar tones, familiar terms, and the familiar "God", Graham, who is a chatter and a magic stick, as a company commander, he didn't even die.

Turned his head to see him walking towards him, James tensed his nerves, because he thought of one thing, no one can prove that the guy in front of him is the real Graham.

"Stop, don't come over."

He stood up hard against the wall, turned the muzzle, and pointed to Graham's chest.

"OHSHIT! James, it's me, Graham, your dear and respectable company commander?"

"You are a company commander? How do you prove it!"

"James, are you crazy? Look at God, wake up."

"No, I'm not crazy." James sighed faintly, "Because I know that God can't save us!"

……

A spine needle of the thickness of a water urn passed by astonishingly, and the two of them trembled and felt the darkness before their eyes, and a huge shadow fell from the sky.

That is an R50 "One-horned Rhinoceros" main battle tank. (Today is this chapter, I have to deal with some personal matters.)