Chapter 263： Break through the cordon (6)

Broken limbs and arms flew randomly, blood flowing horizontally and horizontally, heralding the silver thread of death woven into a net on the top of the head. Gresham hugged a 12.7mm heavy machine gun and shot a series of bullets at the siege tank that had plunged into the door with a grimace.

Shoot a tank with a heavy armor with a machine gun? As long as a normal person would call him "crazy", only Elshorp knew that he was not crazy, just red eyes. When the five transformable fighters landed and shelled the head of the battalion commander of the 1st Battalion of the Military Academy Garrison, Gresham, who had received many favors from the battalion commander, fell into a state of madness.

If it were in ancient times, everyone was fighting with cold weapons, and personal bravery might boost morale and even cause a rebound in the situation. Unfortunately, this is not ancient times, and the weapons in everyone's hands are not large-blade bronze spears, and personal bravery is only equivalent to a flash of the vast sea of ​​stars. This is destined to be an era without heroes!

Alsop pulled away Park Young-ho in front of the communication equipment: "Major, hasn't the support from the Capital Military Region arrived yet?"

"Bah... Bah..." After the noise was heard for a long time, Felton's somewhat lonely voice sounded: "Ah... the communication with the reinforcements was suddenly interrupted, the specific situation is unknown."

Elshorp was silent. After a while, he sighed heavily: "Major, I believe you have also seen the enemy's combat effectiveness. The military academy...I'm afraid it won't be able to keep it..."

"I see." Felton replied faintly, and then disconnected from the communication.

Althorpe's face became a little gloomy, looking at Park Youngho, who was waiting for him to give instructions, just about to say something, a silver light flashed, and Gresham spouted a blood arrow from the back of his head, straight towards After falling.

"Gresham!" Park Young Ho rushed forward and shook his body. Gresham didn't react at all, his eyes wide open, staring hollowly at the sky, where fighter planes were hovering and smoke billowed into the sky, and then diluted into dots of floc.

In the cracks between the tanks, a machine gunner jumped and flew, avoiding the fire of machine guns and the bombardment of rockets, one by one flying and climbing on a chariot of fire. "Woo...", the locomotive engine let out a low and powerful roar, the chariot hurried forward, thick tires rolled over the wreckage of the defensive robot, and the entire body rose into the air, passing directly over the bunker.

Park Young Ho stared at the Chariot's chassis blankly, and forgot to shoot or exclaim. At this moment, a black shadow jumped down from top to bottom. When the body was still in the air, the muzzle tilted downward, and the flames flashed.

"Da da da da..." The dense silver light pricked a circle of plum blossom marks on the chest of the "Guardian Knight", and the blood was like overflowing water, instantly flowing all over the body.

"Boom." Park Yinghao fell on his back to the ground, his helmet cover opened, and he stared at the approaching shadow in the sky.

"Puff." Amidst the muffled sound, Aros landed steadily on the ground, with his feet just on Park Young-ho's chest, severely deforming the guardian knight's breastplate.

Elshorp panicked and sat on the ground, rushing to the side. However, except for piles of iron filings and bullet casings, there was scarlet blood flowing everywhere.

Gresham's gun rolled out of the bunker, Park Young-ho's gun was at Aros' feet, and his own gun was leaning behind his back. The more anxious he was, the less he could touch it.

Finally, Elshorp pulled out a pistol in a hurry, screamed frantically, and quickly pulled the trigger of the pistol.

"Boom, boom, boom." The small-caliber pistol bullets couldn't break the protection of the "Ma Runjia" at all, and they had no effect except for a few sparks.

Ignoring the flying bullets, Aros walked up to Althorpe in a few steps, stretched out his hand to grab his arm and twisted out, only to hear a scream of "Ah", and the pistol fell to the ground with a "clam".

"Where is the lighter?" Aros leaned forward to the face of Elshorp whose facial features were crowded, and said coldly.

In such an environment, Althorpe couldn't think quietly. He gritted his teeth and answered the wrong question: "Who are you?"

"Creditor!" Aros' muzzle slanted to the side, and with a "da", he shot a metal nail into Elthopwu's left arm that was scratching around: "Say, where is the lighter?"

Althorpe trembled in pain, and his face was pale without a trace of blood: "Wh...what lighter, you...who are you?"

Turning the mask upwards, Aros moved his face forward a few minutes: "The lighter, where is it?"

Althorpe's eyes gradually changed, from being at a loss to surprise, then to horror: "Is it you?"

He remembered that the guy in front of him was the one who bribed himself with a pure gold lighter more than a week ago. Unexpectedly, I didn't expect him to be among those who attacked the military academy. Since this old guy is here, that Asian boy must be a terrorist too.

"Da, da." The muzzle crooked again, and two pieces of metal were nailed into his right arm. Elshorp shook his body in pain, and let out a low growl in his throat: "In...in my... jacket pocket."

The blood flowed out through the holes in the power armor, mixing with Gresham and Park Youngho's blood that had lost its temperature, flowing all over the floor.

"Huh." Aros knelt down, knees against his chest, stretched his right hand down, pressed the lock button, opened the breastplate, and then turned out the finely crafted pure from the pocket of the uniform. Gold lighter.

As if the long-hungry addict got the "life-saving potion", Aros straightened up, letting the explosion roar behind him, the smoke was violently churning, and he stepped on Althorp’s chest with one foot, so he could take a leisurely time. Take out a cigar from the shoulder storage box, unscrew the head of the cigar with a butterfly knife, put it next to your mouth, and set it on fire.

"Papa, papa." He took two sips, and expelled a puff of smoke comfortably. Inadvertently, he tilted the muzzle. With a "da", the fire flashed, and the metal nail went into the forehead of Elsorp, leaving A little bit of blood red.

"Hu exhaling a long breath, he carried the c-14 piercing hand to his right shoulder, turned his head and looked behind.

The administrative building of the Lanna Military Academy has been razed to the ground under the bombardment of the siege tanks. The "Celtic" holy sword flag fell to one side, pierced by fragments, arrows, and gravel. Pieces of rags flew up and down with the smoke and air waves.

The sculpture of Kirklaf I fell to the ground, his body was cut at his waist, the golden skin was smeared with gray and black, and splashes of blood fell on "his" face, leaving spots and spots. Bloodstained.

The Duke of Yadan followed closely, and the golden head was knocked on the foot of Emperor Kirklaf, half of it collapsed, leaving only a fat right face.

The battle has come to an end, and the defense robots fell to the ground crookedly, and some were dismembered, sparks from parts and components shot out, and there was a burst of "cracking". Others twisted their bodies mechanically, like fish dying in the shallows.

There were occasional explosions and sporadic gunshots in the distance. It was the looters who cooperated with the machine gunners in the final clearance of the enemy's remaining troops.

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