In the cockpit, Shi Chen and Suye Mulan were both pale due to serious injuries and blood loss. Through the light screen, they looked at the frightened Nanshan garrison who only kept firing at the mecha with their guns. However, the infantry's

In addition to leaving white marks on the external armor, firearms can also cause any substantial damage to the mecha.

Shi Chen glanced at Suye Mulan beside him, but the latter had no intention of leaving anyone alive for torture, and said coldly: "Kill them all."

After hearing these words, Shi Chen no longer hesitated.

Shi Chen would never show mercy to those who wanted to kill him.

The folded lower limbs of the mecha that had been stationary for a moment suddenly shook. The huge body jumped up in mid-air, collapsing the roof floor. The tracks were retracted in mid-air, and two mechanical legs that had been suppressed for a long time popped up, like restraints.

The long-awaited flying dragon finally spread its wings, flipped over with a harrier leap in mid-air, and punched the Nanshan garrison who were gathering in the corridor to shoot.

Amid a horrifying muffled sound, accompanied by flying blood and minced meat, a circle of spider cracks appeared on the damaged spiral staircase that had been ravaged by the mecha's tracks. Finally, it could no longer bear the super speed of the mecha.

With a heavy blow, it collapsed completely.

Deafening loud noises could not be heard in this shopping mall. Under the steel fist of the mecha, the spiral staircase collapsed one floor after another, like dominoes being pushed.

In mid-air, another robotic arm equipped with a Gatling machine gun was raised, and the wildly rotating muzzle sprayed out gunfire representing death and a flying metal storm, tearing the human body that fell from the rooftop into blurs.

of blood clots.

...

Just as the small team approached the rooftop, the Baiyang rebels, who were not so lucky, also encountered a fierce battle.

After the team led by Hua Xuanfei personally blew up the viaduct leading here, the Nanshan garrison completely gave up their motorcycles and rushed towards the RT-Mart shopping mall on foot. Therefore, they had just carried out the simple

After the fortifications were restored, they encountered the first echelon of the Nanshan garrison.

Bullets whizzed past her head. Hua Xuanhui held a standard assault rifle collected from the corpse in both hands and leaned against a simple defense made of rice bags blocked at the entrance of the supermarket. She lowered her head and remained motionless, but there was anxiety and regret in the corners of her eyes.

But it betrayed her feelings.

Although he has had many interactions with the Imperial Army since his family was defeated and he joined the Baiyang Rebel Army, due to the huge difference in fighting styles and equipment strength in the past, most of them were auxiliary guerrillas to complete the mission and escape for their lives.

host.

Therefore, this is the first time that she has led an army to confront the regular army of the empire head-on. She is not afraid of death, but is afraid of compromising her brothers and sisters who are following her because of her wrong decision.

Listening to the sound of gunfire and the muffled grunts or screams of being shot from time to time, her heart felt twitching, followed by deep self-blame.

If it weren't for her greed and insistence, she wouldn't have brought the brothers into such danger.

There is a bundle of thunderbolts tied with linen on her side. It is not a homemade thunder tube made by the rebels, but a magnetic storm grenade from the Imperial Guard. She only hopes that it can create a breakthrough for others and how many people can escape.

indivual.

When she thought that she was very likely to die here, she couldn't help but get angry at the man who couldn't resist the temptation and drove her to take risks.

Hua Xuanfei struggled for a while, and then took advantage of the gap between gunfire to shoot a shuttle outside the door. After hiding back in the fortification, she took out the communicator, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, hoping that the man could fulfill his promise at this time.

promise.

However, there was still no response from the communicator.

Hua Xuanfei's regretful look fell in the eyes of the migrant worker man beside her. She asked sadly: "He still didn't reply?"

Hua Xuanfei gritted her teeth and nodded.

Just as Hua Xuanhui was silently thinking about her options, she suddenly heard a loud shout from the man next to her.

"I'll break it off, you go first!"

The migrant worker man stood up from behind the riddled defense fortifications bravely and roared. He held the heavy machine gun mounted on the rice bag with his thick arms and began to spray out bright flames.

This heavy machine gun began to make a low beeping sound, and the large-caliber barrel was semi-automatic and high-speed loading. Its firepower was second only to the Gatling machine gun, and it quickly suppressed the firepower outside the mall.

The low impact sound of loading and unloading was heard continuously, and countless sharp, high-speed bullets were fired violently from the thick barrel, hitting the dilapidated buildings outside the shopping mall heavily.

Walls constantly shattered and craters appeared, like a straight line of death. Immediately, the bodies of several Imperial Guardsmen were swept away by this depression, and their bodies collapsed with bleeding flowers, and then they collapsed.

However, the heavy machine gun is not the Gatling known as Metal Storm after all. There are things it cannot suppress after all.

The dull and huge sound of gunfire was suddenly replaced by a more terrifying roar, and the only one who could suppress the heavy machine gun on the battlefield was Gatling, the king of guns.

If Hua Xuanfei hadn't pulled the man to the ground in time, he might have been shot into a gourd of blood.

Three imperial mechas appeared at the entrance of the long street, heading here, roaring, and the ground trembled slightly. Beside the mechas, there were dozens of imperial garrison soldiers carrying cold machines, silent and commanding.

The man started to charge with suffocation.

It was the semi-mechanized combat company she had sniped at the overpass.

Hua Xuanhui looked at this scene, and her mood became even worse. She silently scolded Shi Chen with a few curse words such as ungratefulness. She subconsciously licked her pale lips, and found that there was slag on her lips caused by the explosion.

The grains were a little sweet, and I suddenly realized in silence that this was probably because it was stained with the blood of my comrades.

Is this God's punishment for going his own way?

What was originally thought to be a rescue battle without too much risk turned into a positional battle with the most horrific casualties! The target of the battle was the garrison, one of the most elite troops in the empire! Faced with this kind of equipment, it was obviously more powerful than ordinary troops.

Many of the enemies are equipped with mechas. How can these rebels, who have little actual combat experience and lack heavy weapons and equipment, be able to block the opponent's charge?

This semi-mechanized force moves at an extremely fast speed. Once they get close to the shopping mall, the collapse of this simple fortification, which is not a line of defense at all, will only happen in an instant. By then, even if she sacrifices her life for her brothers to cut off their retreat, they will not be able to escape.

His fate may also be worrying.

Just when she was feeling a little desperate because of her own inference, she suddenly heard a familiar scream, and her expression suddenly changed drastically.

"Get down!" She pulled Qimao to the ground next to her, who was about to stand up and fire an anti-armor rocket launcher, and dragged the two of them toward the side.

Just a moment later, the original defense fortification was turned into a sea of ​​​​fire mixed with electric snakes by a grenade. After taking a few quick breaths, Hua Xuanhui's face became paler as she leaned against the shelf.

The bundle of magnetic storm grenades used as a trump card had detonated along with the previous explosion.

Without those, even the hope of a final resistance has completely disappeared.

Qimao, who was beside her, had already turned pale and said with trembling lips: "Sister...are we...going to die here today?"

Qimao's voice was not loud, but in the empty shopping mall that seemed quiet after the explosion, it was very clear. The dozen or so surviving men all looked over with complicated expressions.

Hua Xuanhui wanted to say something, but after a while, she didn't need to say anything anymore.

The afterglow of sunlight at the entrance of the supermarket was covered by a huge shadow. Three Panshi mechas smashed through the burnt black rice bags that were left in front of the mall, and they filed in, trembling in the shape of a cross. There were more than a dozen imperial garrison troops standing on the machine.

Next to A's mechanical leg, he pointed the black muzzle at the remaining Baiyang rebels.

Just when the mecha's triple muzzle was spinning, intending to harvest the rebels inside, the entire shopping mall suddenly started to tremble.

The majestic loud noise couldn't help but come from above the head, and the sound became louder and louder. The emperors had to be on guard and pointed their guns at the stairway where the sound came from.

The sound finally broke through the barrier on the last floor and fell in front of everyone, just like piercing the window paper.

It was a mecha, a rock mecha kneeling on one knee. The muzzle of the rotating gun was still emitting smoke from embers. Along with it, there were smashed gravel and cement, and a rain of blood and corpses all over the sky.

It fell on its body, dyeing its mottled body red, as if it was wearing a bloody battle robe.
Chapter completed!