Chapter 270

The task that Lu Chuan gave the tyrant was these tanks.

On the entire battlefield, these tanks are the most threatening. Their armor is not something that heavy sniper rifles can penetrate. Even the goddess of guns, Xia Min, can't do anything about it, even if it is a top gunner.

"boom!"

A tank opened fire, the barrel gurgling flames and the gun popped out of the chamber.

In an instant, near a licker, the shell exploded, setting off a large area of ​​sand.

One licker was torn apart and fell to the ground crippled, barely humanoid. A splashed stone pierced through its brain, causing its true cause of death.

The next moment, the tyrants finally arrived at the edge of these tanks.

With this kind of night, and a few tanks did not pay attention to these people, the tyrants easily appeared beside the tanks.

I only saw that they didn't look tall, but they were a group of six, surrounding a tank in front and back.

Like Zhao Gaofei, it turned out to be standing in front of the tank. Under the light, it showed its indifferent face without a trace of emotion, but it was just that the devouring meaning in its eyes made people feel frightened.

The driver of the tank had a fierce look in his eyes, and he wanted to drive the tank and hit it directly, crushing the opponent.

Zhao Gaofei bent down and grabbed the armor skirt in front of the tank. He was thin, but at this moment, a terrifying power broke out. The strength of his two arms exceeded almost five or six tons, so that the tank was slightly lifted away.

If it was just Zhao Gaofei, he would definitely not be able to do anything to the tank.

But the other five tyrants were also surrounded by them. They worked together at the same time and silently lifted the tank.

These tanks are just light tanks, and they are also old tanks from the 1970s and 1980s. The combat load is about 30 tons. The combined force of the six tyrants can completely lift it.

The driver didn't take it seriously at first, but the next moment, his eyes were so wide that he could hardly believe what he saw. The tank you are driving is actually rising?

"God."

In the sound of panic, he found that the tank had been lifted off the ground.

Such a terrible fact made him feel a sense of collapse. This is a tank, a big guy of nearly 30 tons, just being lifted up by someone? how is this possible?

Not to mention him, the loader, commander, and gunner in the tank were all stunned.

Immediately, before they could react, the tank was overturned by someone, the turret fell to the ground, and smashed into the sand below, and was turned upside down.

"Call command, our tanks were attacked, overturned, and lost. To repeat, our tanks were overturned and lost."

The captain called, his voice trembling.

This kind of situation is completely unprecedented. On the battlefield, his tank was overturned by someone, which is unbelievable. If he hadn't been experiencing this scene himself, he would have thought it was absurd.

Like a switch, with the report of the first tank, the second tank, the third tank...

Four tanks, almost front and rear, were overturned.

The four-legged tank has lost its meaning of existence. Many drivers don't even understand, how could this be? They just felt someone approaching, and the next moment the tank was overturned.

The power of tyrants is also violent. As soon as they get close to the tank, no matter whether the tank is advancing or not, they just use their flesh and blood to get close to the tank and do it directly.

The alienated arms are harder than alloys, so they can ignore the advancing tank's tracks, and just stick to the tank's tracks to overturn the tank.

The first generation of tyrants, their arms can be alienated and turned into sharp blades.

Of course, this kind of alienation, Lu Chuan dare not let them show, if it shows, it is no different from monsters. If there is no guarantee that there is no leakage, using their strength is enough.

The four tanks were overturned, and the tyrants did not attack the people outside, but rushed into the town like tanks.

The darkness gave them more opportunities. They rushed into the town, and as long as they were armed with weapons, they were the targets of their killing.

Facing the bullets, they carried it hard, allowing the bullets to burst into clusters of blood on their bodies.

Once approached, under the tremendous force, every blow sent the soldiers of these anti-armed forces flying out more than ten meters away. At the point of force, the bones were all shattered, the internal organs were smashed to pieces, and the place where it was sinking was actually a bloody mess inside and it couldn't die any longer.

Five or six tons of power, blasting people's bodies, is it a joke.

When it comes to power, the tyrant is the real humanoid machine.

The appearance is thin and small, but this is only the effect of its blessing under the pretender system. The real situation is that they are still the tyrant with a height of five meters, inheriting this supreme power.

Carrying bullets, he rushed into the group of soldiers, every punch was blasted out more than ten meters away with screams, and when it fell, it was already a mutilated corpse.

"Monster!"

Shouting in horror, it was already too late.

The killing is here, and anyone with a gun is a target of a tyrant. They don't matter if you are a rebel force, a mercenary, or a civilian, as long as you have weapons in your hand, you are the target of death.

Like robots, they execute this kind of order without any discount.

And the two hundred hellhounds are the real killing machines. They rushed into the streets and alleys, knocked down the soldiers inside, and bit down frantically. In just a few seconds, they could end the life of each other.

Occam and the others, who seemed to feel bad, panicked a little.

The current situation is really too mysterious, let's not talk about how these killed people are resurrected to fight, what the hell are these tall dogs that appear to be unknown?

From the feedback information, like the soldiers in front encountered an incredible change?

Perhaps because of their confidence, Occam and the others were located near the outskirts of town, and only on a building with several floors.

The Cerberus, who rushed forward, quickly locked on this goal.

"They're here, close the door."

"Shoot, shoot, kill them."

"Stop them."

The Cerberus that emerged was only a few at first, but soon it became a dozen. They rushed into the building and met the fire of the mercenaries here.

However, what made these mercenaries desperate and terrified was that they discovered that these tall dogs, even if they were beaten into beehives, they did not die, and they still rushed forward one after another.

When have they ever seen this happen? These dogs are like undead monsters.

By the time they reacted, it was too late.

The hellhounds that rushed over bite when they opened their mouths. The tall ones took a bite. Those who bit their necks even bit their heads off, and those who bit their hands and feet were all bitten off with a "click" sound.

Screaming, the mercenaries here struggled, but soon lost their breath.

"Bang!"

The closed door didn't play a big role. The power of the Cerberus, under the impact of their impact, shattered these doors, and then squeezed in desperately, even if it made them bloody.

With their gun marks, this moment is really like a demon from hell, bringing death.

Occam and the others would never have thought that their death was not under the gun, but in the mouth of this group of dogs. When the number of Cerberus barks exceeded dozens, it was impossible to stop them.

Five or six of the hellhounds that rushed in were killed, but all the people in the room were bitten to death here.

It can be said that they were overconfident, and just happened to be taken away by the Cerberus.

In front of dozens of hellhounds, their resistance was so powerless. Even when they died, it was hard to accept it, because they shot, but these tall dogs have immortality.

…………

This night, for the whole town, was a night of terror.

There were no civilians in the town, and every civilian was shivering at all kinds of screams. A bloody giant dog broke into their home, and some vicious people broke into it.

With no weapons in their hands, they could only hug together, waiting for the judgment of fate.

And it is precisely those who do not have weapons that can survive. As long as those who have weapons in their hands are greeted with desperate killings, Lu Chuan, the boss's orders, will be executed meticulously.

late at night.

Lu Chuan stood expressionlessly beside an armored vehicle, surrounded by zombies standing like ghosts. For Lu Chuan, the one-night killing was a huge loss, and the loss was in the hundreds of millions.

"Clean up the battlefield."

Lu Chuan gave an order, and all the zombies moved.

The corpses were gathered, and their weapons and ammunition were individually packed into a pile.

Several double anti-aircraft guns, because they were sent out by Cerberus, just killed people. The anti-aircraft guns are still intact, which is a very good harvest for Lu Chuan.

The anti-aircraft gun and the bullets with a large number of bases were taken away by Lu Chuan with a smile, and they were put into the storage space. After carrying them several times, the weapons and ammunition piled up into hills in the warehouse of the biochemical factory.

And the armored vehicles here can still be used, and Lu Chuan also took them away.

It can be said that any weapon that can be used is Lu Chuan's goal.

Pickups loaded with Vulcan guns, scattered rocket launchers, etc., from these large pieces to sniper rifles. All were taken away by Lu Chuan.

Except for the corpses, the useful Lu Chuan will not be spared in the sweeping of the battlefield.

Here, there are almost no living mouths to be seen.

Very simply, zombies are sensitive to life, allowing them to judge whether the other party is alive or dead. In addition, the zombies who executed Lu Chuan's instructions were brutal, as long as they were entangled, there was only a dead end.

The corpses were piled up one by one. When he saw the pile of corpses, Lu Chuan's face turned pale.

This time, the number of mercenaries who attacked the helmeted mercenaries exceeded 1,000, not to mention that there were almost 2,000 anti-armed forces, more than 3,000 people, a shocking number.

Lu Chuan knew that once this matter spread, the number of deaths in battle was enough to cause a global sensation.

It can be said that none of the people who participated in the battle this time were alive.

For some reason, Lu Chuan felt a little weak in his hands and feet, especially when facing the mountain of corpses composed of more than 3,000 corpses. Some blood was still seeping, and the ground was dyed red.

Zombies appeared behind Lu Chuan, and each of them was stained with a lot of blood. They witnessed this mountain of corpses, but they had no emotion, as if everything in front of them didn't exist.

But Lu Chuan couldn't do it, his heart was shaking.

Trembling, Lu Chuan knew that he had to deal with this mountain of corpses before dawn.

Without hesitation, with the thought, this mountain of corpses was bitten off, and one-fifth of it disappeared. The next moment, Lu Chuan appeared in the apocalypse. He rushed out of the biochemical factory and threw the large number of corpses into an open square.

Go back and forth until this mountain of corpses is emptied.

The blood stained on the ground was something Lu Chuan could not do. Anyway, there would be no human beings and no corpses in the dead. It was enough to do this. As a result, the outside world does not have enough evidence to prove anything, and even if they know anything, it will only be terrifying once a helmeted mercenary.

During the cleaning of the entire battlefield, in the case of using the storage space, there was almost nothing left except the blood and some minced meat on the ground. Excluding some of these features, it doesn't even make one think that a battle has been experienced here.

Apart from these, the lost zombies, under the order of Lu Chuan, the biochemical factory will evaporate them.

Those with serious damage, or those who are disabled or injured, use the time and space capabilities of the biochemical factory to repair them in time and space. This made Lu Chuan's flesh hurt. This kind of repair cost twice as much as usual, and it could almost create a new zombie.

But Lu Chuan couldn't bear to abandon these crippled zombies.

These zombies will be crippled and severely damaged. They all obey their own orders and abandon them. What is the difference between abandoning their comrades? No matter how much it costs, Lu Chuan is willing to pay for it.