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　　 "Puff puff puff..." Pieces of splashing gravel hit his back, and the hot pain spread to the surroundings. Grant gritted his teeth and a trace of blood dripped from his lips.

　　 "Joy, flying, don't look back, run."

In front of him, there are two young people around 20 years old, one is the brother of the deceased wife, Joey, and the other is the youngest son of Uncle Tang, the king of hawthorn. They are running and looking back at the poisonous sickle that is pressing behind them, fearing. It bloomed on their faces.

　　 This made Grant think of Gray, his **** profile, the comforting smile at the corner of his mouth, and his last sentence, "Don't forget our agreement."

　　 His eyes were blinded by tears for a moment, even if he was over 30 years old, no longer young, no longer angry, no longer full of pride. Even if he was mentally prepared, he had already erected his tombstone in advance of his dead wife's grave. But at this moment, in the face of the sacrifices of his companions, and thinking of their smiles, tears are streaming down like an unstoppable spring.

　　 He hates his cowardice. As a commander, he cannot face death calmly, or sacrifice wisely. He is not a qualified commander. But, go to his mother's **** commander, if he can, he really hopes that it is him who fell on the ground, stayed still, and looked at the blue with empty eyes.

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

Inside the poisonous sickle, a fierce-looking military soldier sent him a mocking look, like a cat-playing mouse, and shot a grenade behind the three of them, watching the splashing gravel and mud hit them and land on them. Over their heads.

　　 Grant smeared his entire face with tears, it was like giving the sickle drivers a shot of stimulant, and the whole person went crazy.

　　 "Tutu Tutu..." The explosion exploded behind the foot, and the shock caused by the bullet hitting the rock came from the sole of the foot. Grant couldn't hear the poisonous sickle driver's laugh, he could only see their violent faces with a trace of playfulness.

　　 Not far away, a figure fell, splashing blood mixed with a large amount of sand and gravel scattered, and under the blazing sun, it reflected a dazzling red.

That was Marni. He had an older brother, Mikhail, who had been in the army for 8 years. He was accidentally injured by a friendly army and exploded a leg in the year he was about to retire. He was forced to retire and sent back to Crotan. Hometown.

　　 As for compensation, there are very few, only 50,000. Michal didn't want to let his dependent brother follow his own way, and used the money to buy out the military officer in charge of recruiting, which made Marni escape the disaster of military service.

In order to save money for Marni to go to college, the impoverished Mikha dragged his crippled body into the military's drug research institute and became a tester. At the cost of overdrawing his vitality, he earned that little bit in the eyes of the imperial nobles. It seems a trivial salary. Because only in this way, he can earn his brother's tuition faster if he loses a leg.

　　 Since then, Marney has never seen his brother again, just like he would receive gifts from his brother every Christmas. At Christmas that year, he received the last gift from his brother. A check with the eye-catching "ten thousand yuan" on it is as red as blood.

　　Marni didn't go to university, because of his academic qualifications, he couldn't change his fate, let alone save his brother's life. In this country, what you can see is more oppression, bullying, and the sad and helpless eyes of the poor.

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

Grant looked at Marney's body that fell to the sky and muttered to himself: "Marney, see your brother, help me apologize to him, I didn't take care of you...Of course, if you are lonely on the road, you can do more wait a second."

　　 The bullet's rate of fire is faster, and the flying stars splashing from the glass cabin are like tin foil floating back and forth in the wind.

　　 Grant seemed to see the faces of his passing companions, they were smiling at themselves, so brilliant, like the warm sunshine in spring.

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

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

If it were in the past, he would sneer and point to their faces and say: "This thing is too heavy, don't want me to carry it by myself." However, at this moment, he can't say anything. It reaches his throat, but There was only a weak choking.

The drivers of the poison sickle may be tired and crooked, their pupils gradually shrinking, and their eyes become gloomy and cold. As the joystick is gently lifted, the slightly reddish muzzle points towards the exhausted ammunition, but still mechanically buckles. Grant on the trigger.

　　……

　　 The corpse that fell to the ground, the poisonous sickle that jumped like flying, the unmanned fighter plane that swept the sky, and the blood that splashed around...

Watching the scenes of the war that flashed quickly on the monitor, Jasle, dressed in a decent suit and uniformly waxed, was sitting on the leather sofa in the truck command room, shaking the special brew in the goblet with his right hand. Brandy, humming a local tune that no one understands, and enjoying the fun of "Poison Sickle" and "Poison Locust" with a comfortable face.

　　 These two weapons are his proud inventions. Looking at the combat weapons that jump vertically and horizontally, he is like a mother watching his child, so focused and proud. Of course, there is kindness.

　　 As for the corpses that were thrown by the explosion, the blood splashed through the body by bullets was selectively ignored by him.

　　 "Lieutenant Owen? How about, are my children cute?"

　　 "Can...cute?" Owen took a glass of wine from his assistant, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Doctor, these are all your inventions?"

　　 "Well, you can say so." Jia Sil took a sip of wine and pressed a green button on the touchpad beside him.

　　 In the center of the imaging system, a picture flashed on a slightly larger monitor.

It is the scene of the North Slope. A simple missile launch vehicle composed of pickup trucks and missile launchers fell sideways on the hillside. Smoke billowed into the air, flames were hunting, and the high temperature refracted the sunlight into light patterns, like a water curtain, blurred Sight.

The corpses of different clothes and colors collapsed on the **** covered with gravel. Some of them were blown off by MINI missiles, some of their heads were lifted, and some of them were opened by shrapnel. There were bright red holes. The blood ran across the ground, and in a blink of an eye, it was steamed dry under the scorching sun, leaving only crisscross crisscross stripes.

　　 Sporadic flames flashed, it was only the few remaining hostile militants who had returned pale and weak. A row of bullets flew past and hit the "Poisonous Locust" armor, wiping out a ball of sparks.

　　 "A bunch of craps!" Jasir frowned, his face becoming more impatient. "Poison sickle" and "Poison locust" are his darlings. As a parent, seeing a child hurt will inevitably feel distressed, even if it is just a trivial abrasion, it is still unacceptable.

　　 At this moment, Lieutenant Owen asked a very uninteresting question, "Doctor? Why didn't you dispatch these combat units in time when we were attacked?"

　　 Jasir squinted at him and said coldly: "What does your life and death have to do with me?"

　　 Owen’s pupils suddenly widened, and with a shake of his right hand, most of the wine in the glass overflowed. What kind of indifferent guy is this Jasir, is it that in his eyes, except for those inventions, nothing else is important? The soldiers around who fell to the ground were all his own, and they sacrificed to protect him on the truck.

　　 lunatic, really a lunatic, a lunatic who regards human life like a must. Owen shivered and looked at Jasir, who was dressed in fine clothes, as if he were looking at a **** demon in human skin.

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

　　 "Yes." The assistant behind agreed, walked to the communication station, and gave Jasir's instructions to each combat unit.

　　 Irving swallowed the drink in his mouth with difficulty. The brandy was full of fruity fragrance, but at this moment it was so bitter. He turned his head and looked at the monitor.

　　 On the northern slope, poisonous locusts gathered in a circle, enclosing the remaining five armed men in a small col, and hundreds of black barrels were locked on the target.

　　 On the southern slope, the poisonous sickles also began their final cleanup. They leaped high and threw down the enemy in front of them, pressing down the machine gun slightly and pressing on the target's skull.

　　 As long as the trigger is squeezed, their heads will be like a bursting watermelon.

　　 The poisonous sickle driver behind Grant seemed to know what he was thinking. He lifted the joystick and jumped directly in front of Joey and Tang Feiyang. The dark tube turned horizontally, and the ridicule of the driver's mouth became more intense.

　　 Grant turned his head to see this scene, his body shook involuntarily, the 7.92mm LG-301 apostle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a muffled noise.

　　 An annoyance of powerlessness, helplessness, and incompetence filled my heart. How many times he told himself over and over again that if he wanted the lives of those two young people, these **** machines had to cross his body first.

　　 As a leader, as a commander, in addition to leading them forward to search for light and warmth, he must also have the consciousness to use his body as a shield for those followers who choose to trust him.

　　 Bleeding is nothing, and pain is nothing. Even death, in his eyes, is no different from sleeping. If it was him that died, he could face Serena with a smile, face Gray, face Marni, face all the companions who died in this battle when he was under Nine Springs.

　　 But why, why these **** didn't let him do what he wanted. There are 116 people in the entire team, and now there are less than 10 people left, with 90% casualties. His heart was dripping blood, but, facing the current scene, all the struggles were so futile. Hope, the hope that hangs on my lips all day, at this moment, it is like a cloud in the sky, visible but hard to reach.

　　 The driver smiled, like an arrogant cockfight, raised his head proudly, and finally sent a sneer at Grant, reaching out and pressing the button of the machine gun.

　　 "Suddenly..." Dazzling tongues of fire spurted out.

　　 "Joy!" Grant yelled, only to feel a wave of grief and anger in his chest beating his heart like a wave, his lower lip had been bitten by him, and the blood slid down the corner of his mouth.

　　 He really wants to fight with each other, but...why? warm bodies? Or is it the "apostle" that the shot on the ground can't even shoot through the opponent's glass shell?

　　 "Selena, I'm sorry, I..." Grant said silently in a daze.

　　 However, the conversation was only halfway through, and suddenly stopped. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Joey stood not far in front of him, well, the completeness could not be complete. Next to him, Tang Feiyang sat on the ground, lifted his **** forcefully, moving back inch by inch.

　　This...Does the enemy still want to continue to insult him? Or... they want to catch it?

　　 Grant raised his head and looked up. The poison sickle was like a drunk who had been drunk, twisting and shaking left and right.

　　 A silver light flashed across, and with a "boom", a fire ignited where the suspension system of the poisonous sickle and the load-bearing chassis met. Like a camel crushed by the last straw, amid the inexplicable screams of the driver, the body of the poisonous sickle was like a house washed down by rain, and it fell to the ground with a scream.

　　 "This...what happened?" Grant looked around blankly.

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

　　 It's Monroe, **** it, didn't you tell him not to come back? Why not listen to the order. He was about to scold him, and suddenly, a strange color appeared behind Monroe.

"It's... they?" Grant saw Aros, Hausen, and Tang Fang in the middle: "Why did they come? What happened to the soldiers in power armor next to the three? "

　　 "Boom, boom..." When he was stunned, there were several explosions. He turned his head mechanically, and saw that the other nine poisonous sickles scattered across the southern **** almost instantly suffered the same blow as the poisonous sickles in front of him.

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

　　 Most of them huddled together, their cheeks stuck to the glass and pressed into a meatloaf. Their expressions are even more weird, the mocking color at the corners of their mouths has not faded, and there is already a hint of panic in their eyes.

The remaining four poisonous sickles blasted countless bullets madly at a famous looter. However, the fact is unpredictable. The scene that just happened to them was staged again, but this time the protagonist was changed. Become those **** bears.

　　 12.7mm bullets fell on the looters like a gust of wind, the sound of gold and iron humming was endless, sparks scattered, and a famous looter was pushed down by a huge force and sat on the ground.

However, just when the poisonous sickle pilots thought they had successfully shot the enemy, they acted like that, hit a roll, and stood up from the ground. Then, one grenade from the quadruple grenade on their arm It shot out from the launcher, hitting the cockpit and burst into a ball of silver-white flashes.

　　 "Crack, crack..." Cracks appeared in the high-density glass alloy that the drivers were proud of, and the spider webs generally spread around.

"Boom, boom." There was another dazzling white light, the load-bearing chassis and leg suspension system were hit hard, the sharp sirens sounded, and the red light on the dashboard flashed on their bewildered faces, like a sickle of death. Projection.

　　 In just a few breaths, nine poisonous sickles became lame under the call of the judge's grenade. From a distance, they looked like thin-legged insects on the verge of death, unwillingly kicking them.

　　 The driver of the last poisonous sickle panicked, and when he moved the poisonous sickle back, he would activate the jumping skill to avoid this place of right and wrong.

　　 Never thought, with a "boom", a grenade exploded on the load-bearing chassis, and the 12.7MM revolving machine gun was blasted into a ball of steel fragments. The joystick has been lifted, but what made the three soldiers in the cockpit shocked was that the poisonous sickle was like a glutton who had eaten its stomach and ran countless times in the hut with weak legs. Let alone jumping, even walking is reluctant.

　　 "How is it possible? How is this possible! What are those grenades made of? Why do they have this effect?" The three people's minds were filled with numerous question marks.

　　 Reality did not give them too much time to think. Several looters approached from the surroundings, the front of the arm flashed fire, and the joints of the four legs of the poisonous sickle lit up with several flashes. Then, it was like an old man who accidentally slapped his foot, sitting on the ground.

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

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

　　 Jasir stood in front of the monitor array, yelling like crazy looking at the image from the poison sickle onboard camera. The hairstyle he had carefully combed was messed up, and the tie on his chest was also torn apart, leaning on one side crookedly.

　　 The assistants were hiding far away, not daring to take a mouthful, Owen's face turned pale, and the hand holding the cup was trembling slightly. Where did this troop that suddenly broke into the battlefield come from? Why rescue those anti-government militants? What is the relationship between the two?

　　 "Order the poisonous locusts to go to the south slope, and you must make these guys regret and regret!" Jasir turned his head and waved his hands vigorously, with a serious and serious expression, as if the soldier was an impassioned statement by the handsome man before the expedition.

　　 "Bo...Doctor." A female helper pointed at the monitor behind him.

　　 "What?" Jasir gave her a sideways glance and turned to look behind him.

　　 He was stunned with just one look. Nine guys wearing power armor and holding large assault rifles launched a surprise attack on the poisonous locust swarms.

　　 A ray of silver light shot from the muzzle, hitting the circular abdomen of the poisonous locust very accurately. The carbon steel alloy armor ~www.wuxiahere.com~, which could withstand bullets below 10mm, was directly exploded and exploded into a fireball engulfed with fierce flames. It fell crookedly from mid-air and fell to the ground causing a series of explosions.

　　 "There are only 9 people? Just 9 people want to challenge the poisonous locust swarm?" Jasir picked up the communicator at hand and yelled: "Blow them up, blow them up!"

　　 Without his instructions, the remote control team has begun to control the poisonous locusts to counterattack.

　　 The MINI missile flying all over the sky is like a fish swimming underwater, pulling out a long smoke track, showing the sky overwhelming, and flying towards the 9 machine gunmen.

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

　　The stimulant-injected machine gunmen are as vigorous as a jungle cheetah. They dodge one MINI missile after another during the tossing and jumping. Every time they turn around and roll, they don't forget to throw a flare behind them.

　　 The unique capacitance control system of the C-14 "piercer" Gauss assault rifle provides them with powerful shooting accuracy. Almost every time the trigger is pulled, a drone bursts into flames.

　　 Jasle stared at the monitor blankly, leaping on his left cheek and leaping on his right cheek. He shivered every time a poisonous locust fell, and every time a group of flames ignited, he made a strange cry.

　　 In the end, his face has been distorted and unhuman, and his voice is even more surly and harsh, just like a night owl.

　　 In just a few minutes, 100 poisonous locusts became a pile of steel trash underground. As for the 9 machine gunners, 2 died and 2 wounded. (I didn't step on the brakes this time, Da Zhang 5000+, no more at night.)