One Thousand Five Hundred and Forty-Four I'm Coming

"Huh!" The howling energy shells swept across the battlefield, and directly hit the shiny magic runes, bursting out with a deafening explosion.

The fire illuminated the night sky, and an electromagnetic tank of the Ellandhill Empire was burning beside it, and there were still corpses of grenadiers lying in the open space next to it.

And in the distance, on the watchman's position, the corpses of the sweepers lying on the ground and the remains of the burning destroyer can also be seen everywhere.

Several grenadiers with various weapons bowed their waists and ran quickly past the wreckage of a Destroyer tank that had been paralyzed earlier. The flames on the wreckage of this tank have been extinguished, and the bodies of several killed sweepers are still on it.

"Are you ready?" A grenadier asked his comrade through a communicator in a cold crater.

"Ready!" His comrades gave him an affirmative answer.

While answering, he had already carried the bazooka on his shoulders. This is a one-time bazooka, the kind that can be discarded after shooting.

Through the infrared sight, the grenadier carrying the bazooka pointed the powerful weapon in his hand at a distant target, and pulled the trigger to fire in the next second.

Dazzling light bloomed, dragging long thick smoke, and the rocket hit a Destroyer tank that was crawling forward from the side.

Then there was a huge explosion, and the Destroyer tank had a tragic explosion, and one leg was even blown out, falling far away.

"Boom!" Just as the grenadiers left the position where they fired and attacked, the sweeper's attack covered the crater.

The dense energy bombs hit the vicinity of the bomb crater, setting off pillars of dirt and smoke. The dust fell and hit the power mechs of several grenadiers who had already escaped, making a weak tinkling sound.

"There's a car coming!" Leaning on the ground, feeling the shaking of the ground, a grenadier raised his head and said to his comrades behind him.

The comrade nodded his head slightly, and handed the bazooka in his hand to the shooter behind him. The shooter inserted the fiber optic cable on the rocket launcher into his wrist, and connected the sight of the rocket launcher with the sight on his power armor.

With the development of the power armor, a series of changes have taken place in the weapons of the Alan Hill Empire. For example, the sight is now basically integrated on the power armor, and there is only one indicator on the weapon.

The advantage of this is that the aiming fire control is handed over to the power armor that does not need to be discarded, and weapons such as missiles, rockets and rifles do not need to be designed and installed with expensive aiming equipment.

This effectively saves costs and improves the combat effectiveness of the troops. After integrating various weapons and equipment, it becomes easier for individual soldiers to control weapons.

After the connection was completed, the shooter nodded slightly, then lay down on the edge of the crater surrounded by some corpses, and aimed the rocket at an approaching Destroyer tank not far away.

Afterwards, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and another rocket flew towards the target with lightning speed.

"Boom!" Another huge explosion sounded on the battlefield,

Another advancing Destroyer tank was destroyed by the anti-tank team of the Irish Empire on the way.

The anti-tank team attracted more attacks this time, and just as they had time to find a new cover and jump in to avoid it, dense energy shells fell on their surroundings.

A huge air wave blew against the steel armor outside the sturdy power armor, and the flying sand and stone hit the armor with crackling sounds.

"I was hit... Take the extra bazooka... Get out of here!" The voice of the assistant shooter came from behind the two people. When they turned their heads, they found the last assistant shooter who fell into the crater It was all blood.

An energy bullet hit his body and passed through his ribs. Then the cannonball should have exploded behind him, and the energy of the explosion penetrated the armor's defense layer and pierced the clone soldier's internal organs.

"..." Without saying anything, the rifleman in charge of the cover took a bazooka with blood from his companion, and hung it behind him in obscurity.

The deputy shooter who handed out the bazooka had his palms drooping weakly and fell to the bottom of the crater.

The shooter knelt down on one knee, pulled out a grenade from his waist, pulled out the safety and pressed it under his companion, then picked up another rocket, and pointed at the rifleman who was covering him. look at the head.

Taking advantage of the gap between the attacks, the two of them jumped out of the crater, bowed their waists and got behind the wreckage of another Destroyer tank that was still burning with small flames.

The rain of bullets that had just stopped came again, and several energy shells hit the place they had just passed, turning up the sky-high soil.

"Tug, chug!" Leaning on the wreckage of the Destroyer tank, the covering rifleman fired skillfully, knocking down several sweepers approaching from the other side to the ground.

He withdrew the magazine of the electromagnetic rifle, inserted the magazine back to his waist, then took out another new magazine from the side, and inserted it into the rifle: "We are surrounded!"

While he was speaking, a hand grenade exploded on the way, and a flash of flame was fleeting.

It was the grenade that had just been pressed under the corpse and was activated and detonated because the insurance bounced off—obviously, some sweepers turned the corpse over, and it was finally disposed of together with the corpse.

"Have you ever thought about going back?" The shooter carrying the bazooka pointed the rocket at the army of sweepers who were attacking behind him, and pulled the trigger.

"Are you kidding me?" Picking up his rifle, he sneered at the rifleman who kept shooting in the distance, and did not stop shooting.

Rockets exploded in the crowd of sweepers, consuming the bodies of several sweepers. At the same time, the shooter removed the last rocket hanging behind the rifleman. He didn't connect the wire either, but directly snapped off the cover of the launcher in front, pulled the safety of the last grenade and threw it in.

"I'll take a step first!" Holding the bazooka in his arms, he strode forward along the way he came. Behind him, the rifleman was still shooting, without even turning his head.

"Boom!" The huge explosion knocked away the approaching sweepers, and the mud hit the armor of the rifleman who was shooting, and he also emptied his last magazine.

He took the grenade from his waist, pulled the safety, and the clone lifted his mask: "I'm coming!"

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