"Puff puff puff..." Pieces of splattered gravel hit their backs, and the scorching pain spread around them. Grant gritted his teeth and a thread of blood flowed down his lips.

"Joey, Feiyang, don't look back, run."

In front of him were two young men in their 20s, one was Joey, the younger brother of his deceased wife, and the other was the youngest son of Uncle Tang, the king of Hawthorn. They were running while looking back at the poisonous sickle that was pressing behind them step by step, fear blooming on their faces.

This made Grant think of Grey, his bloody side face, the gratifying smile on the corner of his mouth, and his last sentence, "Don't forget our promise."

Tears were blurred in an instant, even though he was in his 30s, no longer young, no longer energetic, and no longer full of passion. Even though he was mentally prepared, he had already erected his tombstone in advance before the grave of his deceased wife. But at this moment, facing the sacrifice of his companions, thinking of their former smiles, tears rolled down like an unblocked spring.

He hated his cowardice. As a commander, he could not face death calmly or treat sacrifice rationally. He was not a qualified commander. But, if he could, he really hoped that those who fell to the ground, remained silent, and looked at the blue with empty eyes were him.

He twisted his body and pulled the trigger with all his strength. The machine gun's bullets hit the glass cabin of the poison sickle like a sudden rain, splashing countless sparks.

Inside the poisonous sickle, a fierce military soldier gave him a mocking look, and like a cat-showing rat, shot a grenade behind the three of them, watching the splash of gravel and mud hit them and land on top of their heads.

Grant's tears were painted on his face, and it was like a shot of stimulant on the drivers of the poisonous sickle, and he became crazy.

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A figure fell down not far away, and the splashing blood mixed with a large amount of sand and gravel spread out. Under the blazing sunlight, a dazzling red color was reflected.

It was Marnie. He had an older brother Mihal who had been a soldier for 8 years. In the year when he was about to retire, he was accidentally injured by a friendly army and exploded one of his legs. He was then forced to retire and sent back to Crotan's hometown.

As for compensation, there were very few, only 50,000. Mihal did not want his younger brother who was dependent on him to follow his old path, and used this money to bribe the military officers in charge of recruiting troops, which allowed Marni to escape the disaster of military service.

In order to save money to support Marni to go to university, the penniless Mihal dragged his disabled body into the military's drug research institute and became a drug tester. He earned a little bit of salary that seemed insignificant to the eyes of the imperial nobles at the cost of overdrawing his vitality. Because only in this way, he could earn his younger brother's tuition faster, with one leg left.

Since then, Marni has never seen his brother again, just like in previous years, he would receive his brother's gift every Christmas. That Christmas, he received the last gift from his brother. A check with a striking "10,000 yuan" on it, as red as blood.

Marni did not go to college because of his education, so he could not change his fate and could not save his brother's life. In this country, what he saw was more oppression, bullying, and the sad and helpless eyes of the poor.

He wanted to tell Mihal that what he lacked was not money, but freedom and dignity, but he could not even find his brother's grave.

Grant looked at Marni's body that fell to the sky and murmured to himself: "Marni, when you see your brother, help me apologize to him. I was unable to take good care of you... Of course, if you are lonely on the road, you can wait for me for a while."

The bullet's firing rate was faster, and the flying stars splashed in the glass compartment were like tin foil floating back and forth in the wind.

Grant seemed to see the faces of his lost companions, and they were smiling at themselves, so brilliant, as if the warm sunshine in spring.

They opened their mouths and gently spit out a string of notes: "Don't forget our promise."

Grant felt his nose sore: "Ideal..."

If it were in the past, he would sneer at their faces and say, "This thing is too heavy, don't want me to carry it alone." However, at this moment, he could not say anything. When he spoke to his throat, he was only weak sobbing.

The drivers of the poisonous sickle may have gotten tired of playing, their pupils gradually contracted, and their eyes became gloomy and cold. As the joystick was gently raised, the slightly red muzzle pointed at the exhaustion of ammunition, but they still mechanically pulled the trigger.

...

The corpse that fell to the ground, the poisonous sickle that jumped like flying, the drone that swept the sky, and the blood that splattered around...

Looking at the war scenes that flashed quickly on the monitor, wearing a decent suit and evenly waxed hair, Jia Sier was sitting on the leather sofa in the truck command room, shaking the special-purpose brandy in the goblet with his right hand, humming a local song that no one could understand, and enjoying the fun brought to him by the "poison sickle" and "poison locust" with a comfortable look.

These two weapons were his proud inventions. Looking at the fighting weapons that were jumping and flying all over the sky, he was like a mother watching his child, so focused and proud. Of course, there was kindness.

As for the corpses thrown away by the explosion, the blood that was splattered like a spring through the body by bullets, he chose to ignore them.

"Lt. Owen? How about it, are my kids cute?"

"Cute?" Owen took the glass of wine handed over by his assistant, and his mouth twitched: "Doctor, are these your inventions?"

"Well, that's what you said." Jasser took a sip of wine and pressed a green button on the trackpad beside him.

In the center of the imaging system, a screen flashes on the monitor with a slightly larger screen.

It is a scene on the north slope. A simple missile launcher composed of pickup trucks and missile launchers fell on the hillside, rolling smoke and flames flew, and the high temperature refracted the sunlight from light patterns, like a water curtain, blurring the vision.

The bodies of various colors collapsed on the gravel slopes. Some of them were broken by MINI missiles, some were lifted away, and some were blew up by shrapnel, and some were made of bright red holes on their bodies. Blood flowed across the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it was steamed dry under the scorching sun, leaving only a series of crisscrossing red.

Scattered flames flashed by, and it was just a pale and powerless fight back by the only few remaining hostile militants. A row of bullets flew past and hit the armor of the "poison locust", creating a spark.

"A bunch of miscellaneous things!" Jia Sier frowned, with a little more impatient face. "Poison Scythe" and "Poison Locust" are his treasures. As parents, they will inevitably feel distressed when they see their children being injured, and even if they are just a tiny scratch, they still cannot accept it.

Just at this moment, Lieutenant Irving asked a question very ignorantly, "Doctor? Why didn't you dispatch these combat units in time when we were attacked?"

Jaser glanced at him and said coldly: "What does your life or death have to do with me?"

Irving's pupils suddenly widened, and his right hand shook, and the wine in the cup overflowed most of the time. What kind of indifferent guy is this Jaser? In his eyes, nothing else matters except those inventions? The soldiers around him who fell to the ground were all their own people, and they all sacrificed to protect him on the truck.

Madman, he is such a madman, who treats human life as a mustard. Owen shuddered and looked at Jaser, who was dressed in bright clothes in front of him, as if he was watching a hell demon wearing human skin.

"It's getting late, it's time to send those arrogant guys to hell," Jasser said casually.

"Yes." The assistant behind agreed, walked to the communication station, and issued Jaser's instructions to the combat units.

Irving swallowed the wine in his mouth with difficulty, and the brandy with a strong fruity aroma was so bitter at this moment. He turned his head and looked at the monitor.

On the northern slope, poisonous locusts gathered together into a circle, surrounding the remaining five militants in a small valley, with hundreds of dark cannons locking on the target.

On the south slope, the poisonous sickles also began the final clearing operation. They jumped high and threw down the enemy in front of them. The machine gun was slightly pressed down, pressing against the target's head.

As long as the trigger is pulled, their heads will be like bursting watermelons, and they will produce a big red flesh.

The driver of the poisonous sickle behind Grant seemed to know what he was thinking. When he raised the joystick, he jumped directly in front of Joey and Tang Feiyang. The dark pipe turned horizontally, and the mockery at the corner of the driver's mouth became a little more intense.

Grant turned his head and saw this scene, his body couldn't help but tremble. The 7.92MM LG-301 apostle slid from his hand and fell to the ground and made a muffled sound.

A feeling of chagrinding powerlessness, helplessness, and inability filled his heart. How many times he told himself over and over again that if he wanted the lives of those two young people, these damn machines must first cross his body.

As the leader and the commander, in addition to leading them forward and pursuing light and warmth, we must also have the awareness of using our own body to shelter the followers who choose to trust him behind the wind and rain.

Bleeding is nothing, and pain is nothing. Even death is no different from sleeping in his eyes. If he died, he could face Serena with a smile, face Gray, face Marney, and face all his companions who died in this battle.

But why, why didn't these bastards let him do what he wanted? The whole team had 116 people, and now there were less than 10 people left, with 90% casualties. His heart was bleeding, but in the face of the current scene, all the struggle was so futile. Hope, the hope that was always on his lips, was like the clouds in the sky, visible, but hard to reach.

The driver smiled, like a proud cock, raised his head arrogantly, and finally gave Grant a sneer, reached out and pressed the machine gun's strafing button.

"Tutututututu..." dazzling flames spewed out.

"Joey!" Grant roared, feeling a sense of sadness and anger in his chest slapped his heart like a wave. His lower lip had been bitten through, and blood slid down the corner of his mouth.

He really wanted to fight the other party, but...why? The flesh and blood body? Or the "apostle" on the ground that could not even ejaculate the other party's glass shell?

"Serina, I'm sorry, I..." Grant said silently with a loss.

However, he was halfway through his words and suddenly stopped. He rubbed his eyes hard. Joey stood not far in front of him, well, and could not be complete anymore. Tang Feiyang was sitting on the ground next to him, lifting his butt hard, moving inch by inch back.

Is this... the enemy still trying to continue insulting him? Or... they want to catch a living person?

Grant looked up and looked up. The poisonous sickle was like a drunken drunk, twisting and shaking left and right.

A silver light flashed by, and with the "boom", a fire ignited at the intersection of the suspension system of the Poison Scythe and the load-bearing chassis. It was like a camel crushed by the last straw. Amid the driver's inexplicable clamor, the Poison Scythe's body was like a house washed away by rain, and fell to the ground with a "sudden" sound.

"What happened...?" Grant looked around in confusion.

Through the gap between Joey and Tang Feiyang, a person quickly ran over at the end of the horizon.

It was Monroe, damn it, didn't you tell him not to come back? Why didn't you listen to the order? Just as he was about to reprimand, suddenly, a strange color appeared behind Monroe.

"Is it... it's them?" Grant saw Aros, Hausen, and also saw Tang Fang in the middle: "How did they come? What happened to the soldiers wearing power armor next to the three of them?"

"Boom, boom..." While he was stunned, several consecutive explosions came. He turned his head mechanically and saw that the other nine poisonous sickles scattered on the south slope were almost instantly hit like the poisonous sickles in front of him.

As individual bloated black-armored soldiers walked out of the rock shadow, one poisonous sickle after another fell to the ground, and the oval cockpit was like a glass cage, trapping the three-person military soldiers in it.

Most of them squeezed into a ball, their faces pressed against the glass, and they pressed into a meat pie. Their expressions were even more strange, and the mocking expression at the corners of their mouths had not yet subsided, and there was a hint of horror in their eyes.

The only four remaining poisonous sickles fired countless bullets at a raider like crazy. However, the fact is unpredictable. The scene that happened to them just now happened again, but this time the protagonist was replaced by those big guys like black bears.

The 12.7MM bullet fell on the body of the robber like a storm. The sound of gold and iron clashing endlessly. Mars scattered. A robber was pushed down by a huge force and sat on the ground.

However, just when the driver of the Poison Scythe thought he had successfully shot the enemy, they just let it go, and stood up from the ground. Then, grenades shot out from the quad-couple grenade launcher on their arms, hitting the cockpit and bursting into silver-white flashes.

"Crack, Crack..." The high-density glass alloy that the drivers were proud of appeared cracks, and spider webs spread around like they were.

"Boom, boom." Another dazzling white light was blowing, and the load-bearing chassis and leg-shaped suspension system were severely damaged. A sharp and harsh alarm sounded, and the flashing red light on the instrument panel shone on their blank faces, like a projection of the Grim Reaper's sickle.

In just a few breaths, nine poisonous sickles became cripples under the call of the judge's grenade. From a distance, they looked like thin-legged insects on the verge of death, unwilling to give in.

The driver of the last poison sickle panicked. When he moved back, he wanted to activate the jumping skill to avoid this place of failure.

Unexpectedly, with a "boom", a grenade exploded on the load-bearing chassis, and the 12.7MM rotary machine gun was bombed into a ball of steel fragments. The joystick was lifted, but what shocked the three soldiers in the cockpit was that the poisonous sickle was like a greedy person who had eaten his stomach and ran away countless times, and his legs were weak. Not to mention jumping, he was reluctant to walk.

"How is this possible? How is this possible! What exactly are those grenades made of? Why does this effect have this effect?" The three of them were filled with countless question marks.

Reality did not give them too much time to think. Several raiders approached from around, and a fire flashed in front of their arms, and several flashes of flashes appeared in the joints of the four legs of the poisonous sickle. Then, it was like an old man who accidentally sprained his ankle, sitting on the ground.

The driver shook the joystick in his hand, but in response to him, apart from the colorful sparks of the legs, only a few figures were getting closer and closer on both sides.

"What happened? How could this happen? Who are they? Where did they come out?" A sharp and manic roar came from the truck command room.

Jaser stood in front of the monitor array, yelling like crazy as he looked at the images sent back from the airborne camera of the Poison Scythe. His carefully combed hairstyle was already in a mess, and the tie on his chest was also pulled apart, and he was squintingly placed on the side.

The assistants hid far away and didn't dare to let out a breath. Owen's face turned pale, and his hands holding the cup were trembling slightly. Where did this army that suddenly broke into the battlefield come from? Why did they rescue those anti-government militants? What is the relationship between the two?

"I ordered the poisonous locusts to go to the south slope. I must make these guys regret it, regret it!" Jia Sier turned around and waved his hands vigorously, with a serious and serious expression, as if the soldiers were passionately speaking for the commander before going to war.

"Dr. Bo...Dr.." A female assistant pointed to the monitor behind him.

"What?" Jia Sier glanced at her and turned his head to look behind her.

With just one look, he was stunned. Nine guys wearing power armor and holding large assault rifles launched a sudden attack on the poison locust cluster.

Silver lights shot out from the muzzle, hitting the round abdominal cavity of the poisonous locust very accurately. The carbon steel alloy armor that could resist bullets below 10MM was directly exploded, exploded into balls of fire filled with raging flames, falling crookedly from mid-air, falling to the ground and causing a series of explosions.

"Only 9 people? Just 9 people want to challenge the poison locust cluster?" Jasir picked up the communicator at hand and shouted loudly: "Blast them to death, blow them to death!"

Without his instructions, the remote remote control team has already begun to control the poisonous locusts to fight back.

The MINI missiles flying all over the sky were like fish swimming under the water, pulling out a long smoke track, covering the sky and flying towards the nine machine gunners.

"Boom, boom, boom..." A series of explosions sounded, and flying sandstorms lined up in a straight line, spreading rapidly towards the distance.

The machine gunner injected with stimulants was as agile as a jungle cheetah. He avoided one MINI missile after another while he was swelling and rolling. Whenever he turned around, he still threw a flash of fire behind him.

The unique capacitive control system of the C-14 "piercing hand" Gaussian assault rifle provides them with powerful shooting accuracy. Almost every time the trigger is pulled, a drone will burst into flames.

Jia Sier stared blankly at the monitor, jumping on his left and right. Every poisonous locust fell, he shivered, and every ball of flames ignited, and he screamed strangely.

In the end, his face was distorted and his voice was even more perverse and harsh, like a night owl.

In just a few minutes, 100 poisonous locusts became a pile of steel garbage underground. As for the 9 machine gunners, 2 were killed and 2 were injured. (I didn't step on the brake this time, and the big seal was 5,000+, and it was gone at night.)
Chapter completed!