Chapter 947： Disruptor

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Then, the driver of the two Phantom armed shuttles found that there were two such missile vehicles, but it was not another missile vehicle that intercepted the two air-to-surface missiles, but two humanoid mechas that had climbed halfway to the ridge. .

They are not tall, only a little over 3 meters, they look very weak, and they walk very strangely. Because the target is small, the direction of travel is different from that of the guided missile vehicle, and coupled with the cover of mountains and rocks, the early warning radar of the Phantom Armed Shuttle did not detect it immediately.

I found it now, but unfortunately it was too late.

The flash of air-to-surface missiles has not faded. The Hellfire anti-aircraft missiles from Goliath armed robots pierced the rapidly dispersing clouds of smoke and successively hit the Phantom-class armed shuttles suspended at low altitude.

Flames quickly formed from the rear of the fuselage, swallowing the cockpit like a big wave. The Monya soldiers inside, with their loyalty to the emperor, love for the country, and desire for justice, turned into lifeless corpses with only anger. Falling from the sky on the black wilderness, it became a shameless ashes in the war.

The demise of the Phantom armed shuttle and long-range firepower has greatly reduced the pressure faced by Bunyan Clive and others, and also brought them hope. However, hope and confidence cannot prevent the passage of life. Some have fought before. The severely wounded crew struggled on the line of life and death, moving further and further toward the abyss where the **** of death lived.

Sergeant Faulkner Lauber leaned back behind the bunker, did not respond to the call of the communication channel, and remained silent to Bunyan Clive's call. Yes, he was waiting for death, ignoring any sound coming from outside the pinna, enjoying the peace of the last moments of life, and waiting for the darkness to slowly erode his vision.

He learned from the conversation between his colleagues in the communicator that the reinforcements had arrived, and that the distant tanks and the armed shuttles in the sky had been destroyed. He was happy for this, so there was nothing unwilling to do so. It was just that he was dissatisfied with his wife and children at home. Bad father.

If it weren't for that person to fall in love with other women, his mother would not be depressed, so that she would die early and disappear from his life, leaving only those photos that were sad once seen once.

He hates that person... But why at the end of his life, all the original feelings of anger and hatred are gone, but instead he misses the old man who was blocked by him countless times?

Maybe... this is life, right? Death is terrible, but in a sense, it is also a kind of relief and relief.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he felt something falling down with his body, slow and fast, slow and urgent.

Death comes naturally, not as scary as imagined...

But just as the darkness swallowed him, and his consciousness gradually fell into silence, a light suddenly split through the darkness that enveloped life, tore through the faint sky, turned into a warm hand, and fished his never bottomless abyss. Up.

His eyesight regained clarity and consciousness returned. He felt the weight of his body, the reality of his limbs, and the faint tingling of his wounds. After this, he saw the hand that pulled him out of the abyss of death...No, to be precise, it was a beam of light, a somewhat dazzling silver-white beam of light drowning him.

It is warm and soft, like a mother's care and a lover's comfort.

Then, he saw a white figure entering the scope of the beam of light, and he heard a gentle voice coming from behind the helmet, "Soldier, now is not the time to be lazy..."

The slightly blurred face left his sight, and a faint tingling came from the broken right leg.

Being able to feel the exhaustion of the spirit, the pain of the body, and the resurgence of strength show that he is still alive and not dead.

The white figure left him and walked towards the trench ahead.

After a few breaths, Faulkner Lauber sat up, like a zombie, staying in place for a long time.

Of course he is not a zombie, but he doesn't believe in what happened before him, and he doesn't know what emotion to use to treat it-the newborn right leg.

In fact, not only the right leg, but also the outer armor of the right leg has been restored as before, as if dreaming.

He stretched out his right hand and touched it, not a dream, but a clear touch.

He tried to move his right leg, but he didn't do what he wanted.

He was not depressed, not lost, but very happy, very surprised, and wanted to cry...

That leg is not moving because of damage to the internal power system, and it is difficult to drive the heavy metal boots with human power alone. In other words, the new boots exist only to avoid exposure of his legs to the harsh external environment, and are not original parts of Lancer II power armor.

The light falling from the sky left his body, and the sound of air jets from near to far.

The chief sergeant was awakened by this scene. He looked up and saw a 40-meter-long aircraft slowly moving forward. The light from the propeller illuminates its white painting and also illuminates the large red cross at the bottom of the hatch.

He knew very well that this was definitely not a medical aircraft dispatched by the Red Cross. The charity organization did not have such strength and would not be able to treat the wounded while dropping one after another on the ground battlefield. It was completely different from the Star Alliance Marines and Soldiers of the Munya Marine Corps.

The reinforcements are not from the 42nd and 87th Fleet? Who would it be? Who can safely break through the gravitational chaos zone of the wandering planet and send troops to the ground battlefield?

This thought turned around in his mind, and he suddenly remembered a person, and the picture in his memory became clearer and clearer.

"It's him, it must be him... he came to save us..." He couldn't help himself, and did not hide his excitement and joy.

"Old man, it turns out that you are not dead." Bunyan Clive's joyous voice came from the communicator. While rejoicing, there was also a hint of doubt.

"I should have died, he...he saved me."

"Who is he... you are talking about those who support us..." Bunyan's voice stopped abruptly. It was not the enemy's artillery that interfered with the conversation between them. It was something dazzling like the sun falling from the sky. Illuminate the entire front line.

The night was blown away, and the blades rotating around the core photosphere and the dark blue crystals on the surface of the blades planted mottled light and shadow on the black rocky ground. Through the phantom constructed by the rotating metal blades and light, you can see the burning core...It is not as dazzling as the sun, it was originally a small sun, but the tyrannical light and heat are blocked by external equipment and cannot be used to affect the surroundings. The environment has too much impact.

Not only Bunyan Clive stayed in place, but the crew who survived by chance also looked at it and its beauty with a dull face.

"It's Tang Fang... it's Tang Fang! He came to save us." Faulkner said loudly.

They were shocked by the name, shocked by the sun-dazzling device. But think about it carefully, in such an environment, who can save them from fire and water, who can create miracles and wrestle with death? There is only the man in the Dilar Star System who gives many people courage and confidence.

Typhoon missiles dragged out a faint rainbow in the night sky, and landed on the devastated frontline battlefield. The explosive force broke the rock formations, leaving a large pit on the hard ground. Next to it, the Monya soldier in the Earth Knight power armor was thrown into the sky. , The gravel crackled against the thick metal armor.

In the whisper of the engine, an inconspicuous light shot down from the air, like a Pisces swimming around, leaving a faint smoke trail in the night sky, falling on the rugged ground next to the front wheel of a saber-toothed tiger a1 reconnaissance vehicle, erect. Fire and black smoke wrapped in countless fine sands and lifted into the air. The Sabre-tooth Tiger a1 reconnaissance vehicle weighing several tons was lifted by the air wave and rolled all the way, hitting heavily on the raised rock not far away.

The driver of the car was completely pressed under the car and couldn't move. The gunner slipped from the car, and his hands were planed on the ground. After a few breaths, there was no sound. Behind the saber-toothed tiger ai armored vehicle is a small team of Marines. The front rollover accident did not affect them much, but the high-speed fragments produced by the recoil rocket explosion seemed to be smashed into the wooden cones, turning the three people in front into spewing blood. Iron sieve.

Only one person reacted in time, relying on Ulikmi's shield to block the high-speed fragments, and was not blown away or killed. When he escaped the kiss of death, looked up and saw the scene baptized by two recoil rockets, he sat down on the blood-stained rocky ground with a thud.

Just now, under the absolute suppression of the Jaguar light tanks, the unihorned rhino heavy tanks, and the 4 Phantom armed shuttles, the crew of 42-301j was suppressed and could not raise their heads. The number of deaths and injuries rose straight, and the trenches were stained red with blood. .

The Munya Marines only need to rush through the battlefield and cross the trenches to easily harvest the enemy, blow up or seize the weapons and equipment trapped in the Halberd-class light cruiser.

This was originally an easy task, and Munya had the upper hand. But when many people hadn't figured out the situation, the long-range firepower point was taken off, and 4 Phantom armed shuttles crashed.

The situation at the scene reversed. They were attacked by missiles from the rear and lost several armed vehicles in a row. Now he was hit by rockets from the air, killing many people. What is even more unacceptable is that the slight roar of the engine can be heard, and the micro-detector of the power armor, and even the on-board radar of the Sabre-toothed Tiger series of chariots, cannot scan the enemy from the sky, let alone fight back.

The commander has asked for help from his superiors, asking them to hold on for a while, but is this useful? Don't even know where the enemy is.

At this time, many Munya Marines saw the small sun that landed on the forefront. Its light was so dazzling, it expelled the darkness that enveloped the entire war zone, and its light was so charming that it hit like a sea tide. The long night of the lost planet.

The rotating blades slowly turned, and the light sphere moved slightly. The little sun that ignited the entire battle zone and illuminated human eyes reached the front line and directly faced the Munya Marine Corps, which had already been slightly chaotic.

"It...what is it? It...what is it going to do?"

"Bomb? Nuclear bomb? Or a super flare?"

"Fight back, fight back...whatever it is, there is nothing wrong with destroying it."

The noisy sound reverberated in the communication frequency band, the voice from the commander interrupted the soldiers' discussion, and then the sound of guns resounded in the night sky.

There are also a few saber-toothed tiger series armed vehicles. There are many soldiers wearing Earth Knight power armor or Guardian Knight power armor, ranging from 12.7mm caliber firearms to Gatling machine guns to vehicle rockets, just like a surprise attack. The heavy rain hit the area where the disturber was.

The front line that had just been covered with light was tainted by gunpowder.

Bullets flew over and brought up the wind to disrupt the gunpowder smoke, but could not cover the light in the middle. It was not the light from the explosion of a warhead, it was the light of the sun that dyed gun smoke into gold.

The people of the Munya Marine Corps could not see the scene behind the gunpowder smoke. Bunyan Clive and others, hiding in the trenches, were fortunate to witness the amazing scene ahead.

The three swirling leaves flared outward, and the dark blue crystals on the surface radiated a faint glow, overwhelming the red flames and black smoke generated by the rocket explosion. The core sun's rays were brighter, and a golden brilliance flowed across the surface of the disturber, intertwined. It becomes a phantom completely composed of energy matter, leaving the body like a soul shelling, passing through the smoke cloud in front, turning into a beautiful fireball, and approaching the area where the Munya Marine Corps command vehicle is located extremely quickly~www. novelhall.com~ With a loud bang, terrifying flames swept across the entire area, like the sun falling from the sky, setting off an indescribable wave of flames over the vast wilderness. The night faded at this moment, the darkness hid in the depths of the cave shivering, the hot air wave wrapped the black fine sand and spread to the surroundings, the air current overturned all the saber-toothed armored vehicles and threw the marines into the sky. , The power armor made of alloy steel is like a piece of paper ignited by fire, quickly dissolving in the eroding light, even the sturdy shield of Ulikmi cannot escape the bad luck of incineration.

Power armor is still so, you can imagine how the driver inside will end up.

The area where the command vehicle was located was directly transformed into a steelmaking workshop, hot iron leaching on the ground, huge deep pits filled with slowly cooling magma, occasionally one or two bubbles floated, bringing up a sudden bright flash.

Including 42-301j Captain Bunyan Clive, and Faulkner Lauber, who walked over with one leg, were all frightened by the golden sphere wrapped in a rotating blade in front of the trench.

What the **** is this? How does it have such power? That is simply a small nuclear bomb, no... a small nuclear bomb can't form such a powerful thermal kill. The power of nuclear bombs in the thin atmosphere of wandering planets is far less powerful than that of ordinary resident stars. Even if the heat radiation is increased, it is not as harmful as the heat energy produced by the small sun.

It created a pool of magma directly on the surface of this icy planet.

"God." Someone suddenly sat on the ground, leaning on the trench wall with his back, and drew the Holy Cross with his hands on his chest.

Fortunately, Little Sun's goal is the Munya Marines. If they were replaced, everyone in the trench would have been reduced to ashes. (To be continued.)

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