Joey, Tang Feiyang and other anti-government members, who escaped by chance, looked at the disabled poisonous sickles scattered on the hillside with blank expressions.

The killing machine that had just forced them to a dead end turned into a bunch of iron lumps that could not move in a blink of an eye. Those strange armored soldiers were too powerful, just like a personal turret.

The same scene also appeared on the north slope. The survivors sat on the ground, looking at the vastness of poisonous locusts around them, like garbage thrown by the wind after passing through the border for a long time. They turned their heads and looked at the mysterious soldiers who had come out halfway. The smell of gunpowder was still lingering on their bodies, and pieces of gravel were shattering under their feet. "KaKaKaKaKa..." It was so harsh under the burning flames of the hunting.

"You... are you?" Grant licked the blood on his lips and said in disbelief.

"Hehe, that wine can't be drunk in vain." Hausen patted his shoulder and said carelessly.

Grant looked at Joey, Tang Feiyang, and then at the other companions who had escaped the death disaster. He nodded and said solemnly "Thank you".

"NO, NO, NO, NO, don't thank me. If you want to thank him, thank him, our leader." As he said that, he turned around and pointed to Tang Fang behind him.

Head, is he the leader of this army? So young? Grant was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, looked at Tang Fang with a grateful look and said, "Thank you for saving us."

"You don't have to be polite." Tang Fang glanced at Hausen and turned around and said, "You can call me Tarosa."

One Taros, one Tarosso, and one Tarossa... Are they making me happy? Grant's face twitched a few times, and a hint of ugly smile: "Hello."

"I'm not busy with greetings, let me deal with these guys first." After saying that, Tang Fang asked him to go forward.

"Bang." The glass cabin of a poisonous sickle was opened from the inside, and the three pilots crawled out in a panic look. Just as they were about to escape, Monroe jumped out of nowhere, and the W-505 saber assault rifle in his hand crossed, "Dadada..." quickly swept out a row of bullets.

"Bastard, I want you to pay your life."

"Puff puff puff puff!" Large groups of blood burst out behind the three drivers, and blood crisscrossed on the ground and gathered into a river.

Seeing this scene, the other poison sickle drivers dared not go out to die, and planned to huddle in the glass cabin and not go out. They thought to themselves: "When Jia Sier saw this scene, he would definitely send poison locust clusters to rescue him, and there would naturally be a chance to get out of trouble."

Their ideas are good, but the reality is terrible. The poisonous locust clusters are all lying on the north slope.

They waited for a long time, but did not wait for support, but instead welcomed the greetings of the robbers. Grenades exploded outside the glass compartment, "Crack..." cracks spread, and the glass compartment "rattled" and broke into pieces. Then, another Grenade of Judgment pierced, exploded with a bang, and countless pieces sputtered around. The originally crystal clear glass compartment became a blood storage vessel for the slaughterhouse in a blink of an eye, reflecting a circle of bright red under the sunlight.

This example tells the few remaining drivers of the poisonous sickle that they will die when they go out, and they will die when they stay. Despair spreads on their faces, and the mockery, sneer, ridicule, and cheerfulness have all disappeared, replaced by fear of death and desire for life.

But no one pity them, the raiders don't understand, Monroe, Joey and others won't!

The killing soon ended, and none of the 30 poisonous sickle drivers survived. The anti-government armed men who escaped from the tiger hugged each other and expressed their joy in the form of crying or praying to the sky.

Grant walked to Grey's side, brushed his palms across his cheeks, his eyes slowly closed with anger, but the grin at the corner of his mouth was still the same.

He came to Marni again, squatted down slowly, straightened the young man's body, and then gently put his hands on his chest.

"Grey, Marney, Louis, Yang... Don't worry, I will continue to walk unwaveringly until the last drop of blood is drained. This decadent dynasty will eventually perish."

"Well, I will definitely do it." A faint voice came from behind. Grant turned his head and saw that Tang Fang had come to him at some point.

"You don't need to comfort me." Grant sighed: "I know in my heart that this is difficult. But there must be someone on this road. If you don't level the rugged and split the thorns, the successors will struggle. This is the obligation of us pioneers and the responsibility of our predecessors."

Tang Fang looked at him with a look of surprise. He had admired Grant very much in the bar. After hearing this, he felt a sigh of relief. If the senior executives of the empire could have more people like him, perhaps there would be less wars, less blood, and less tragedy in the world.

"Don't worry, this day will not be far away, I promise you."

His voice was not loud, and there was no ups and downs. The rhythm of Gong Shang Jiao Yuhui. However, when he heard Grant's ears, he felt infinite magic power, which made people feel an indescribable sense of trust.

Is it my illusion? Grant shook his head. The origin of the three people is indeed a bit mysterious, especially the equipment of those heavily armored soldiers is much better than that of the imperial soldiers. But what can this be done? Infantry alone is absolutely impossible to compete with the Empire's fleet of space fleets.

"Okay, let's go, the enemy's reinforcements will arrive any later."

Grant swept across the dead companion's body with a reluctance, sighed heavily, turned his head and followed Tang Fang to walk on the road.

Eleven raiders and five machine gunners had surrounded three trucks. Jasser was taken by a raider and threw them on the ground like a chicken. As well as assistants in white coats and operators of poisoned locusts were driven to the hot road that was exposed to the sun.

As for Irving and his teammates, they have become a bunch of dead bodies at this moment.

Walton and five other remnants of the North Slope saw that Grant had nothing to do, and all rushed up, hugging each other and gently patting their backs.

Tang Fang looked at them from afar and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. In Tang Yan's memory, he had experienced countless battles of all sizes, but he had never seen such a scene. In the military's troops, interpersonal relationships were very cold, and selfishness was the principle of every soldier and a life-saving technique.

In the battle of tough battles, you must learn to hide behind your comrades. In the battle of attrition, you must endure loneliness. The weapons, food, and even their bodies in the hands of dead teammates may be the capital for you to survive.

Coleclaf I implemented the style of Maxwell Stewart, the founding emperor of the Empire, very thoroughly, and it was almost integrated into the bones of military generals and even grassroots soldiers.

The army has fallen and politics is even more corrupt. What supports the Stewart family now is nothing more than the cold blade of the "Celtic" holy sword and the fear of death of the subjects.

"Tarosa, what should he do?" Aros held the Paladin M5 in his hand and pressed it against Jasser's forehead from close range.

"Huh?" Tang Fang was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Aros was calling him: "Who is he?"

"It seems like a doctor, and those murderous machines were made by him."

"Oh." Tang Fang nodded and walked to Jia Sier.

Jasser changed his handsome style in suits and ties before. His clothes were wrinkled and covered in dust: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I am a military designer, I can develop many, many weapons for you. Aren't you going to overthrow the dictatorship of Corklaf I? Advanced weapons and equipment are necessary. Please spare me, I will work for you."

"Develop new weapons? Work for me?" Tang Fang smiled coldly. He was carrying the interstellar system and could use him to help research weapons. What a joke. It's okay to bully ordinary soldiers. When encountering robbers and machine gunners, it's not enough to even plug the teeth.

Furthermore, it was forced by the situation to come to Crotan. Even if he had a good impression of Grant, he was willing to help him. However, once, it would be fine twice, and he would not be able to bear it if he had too much. After all, he still had to go to the Megal star system and find a way to pick up Tang Lin and Tang Yun, and he had no time to spend time with them here.

It's better to sell his favor and give him to Grant.

"I don't need it." Tang Fang took the Paladin M5 in Aros's hand and threw it to Grant: "I'll leave it to you, whether to kill or leave it to you."

When Jaser heard this, he quickly turned his begging eyes to Grant: "Don't kill me, I'm useful... I'm useful..."

Grant took a deep breath, and suddenly, his wrist trembled, and a "bang" sound was heard. The 50-caliber bullet passed through Jasser's forehead, lifting his head away, and spilling bright red on the truck's armor plate.

"I agree, the brothers under the Nine Springs won't agree."

"Brother-in-law, kill well." Joey bit his lower lip tightly, looking relieved.

Only Walton understands the pain in Grant's heart, an intellectual who is proficient in military machinery manufacturing and has a deep research on military weapons. If such a person is well used, he will definitely be a trump card.

As the leader, Grant must act rationally. However, if Jaser is left behind, how can he face the brothers in the wilderness of the north and south slopes? Therefore, even if he is reluctant to leave, he must do so.

"Let's go, the enemy's reinforcements are coming soon." With one shot, Grant led his men to the town.

Monroe glanced at the assistants: "Where are them?"

"Kill." The answer was Tang Fang. As his voice fell, silver lights ejected from the muzzle of the C-14 piercing hand, and thunder and lightning penetrated the heads of the assistants like lightning. In a blink of an eye, six more corpses were added beside Jia Sier.

"You go first, I have to go to the north slope for a while." After dealing with Jaser and others, Tang Fang took Hausen and Aros to the north slope and put the two dead machine gunmen into the system space.

When Namixing was at the time, he discovered that whether it is a living or a dead three-parent unit, it can be recalled back to the system space, which has brought him some convenience. At least he doesn't have to worry about the equipment of the human unit being captured and cracked by the empire, and then copying the same equipment to deal with him.

"Okay, it's okay, we should go back too." After saying that, he waved his hand to the two of them, turned around and walked towards the town.

On the way, he took the opportunity to put his energy into the system space, intending to send SCV to repair the damaged Ma Runjia. However, when he finished giving the order and was about to withdraw, his eyes swept over the resource reading in the upper right corner and was immediately startled.
Chapter completed!