"Charge up all my easy-to-fire particle cannons!" Dr. Yu took a big tonic, stared at the Wu clan flying closer and closer, and shouted angrily: "Fire!"

After being brave for a second, he was followed by a continuous cough... and he choked on his saliva.

Particle cannons are completely different from traditional thermal weapons.

It extremely restrains the existence of supernatural powers.

All abilities that can regulate the surrounding magnetic field and energy generation, once they come into contact with the high-energy particles in the particle cannon, the balance will be broken. Unless you control the fourth level of gene lock or other equivalent systems, there is almost no solution.

Today's Wu clan, let alone resisting a single cannon, would cause them to lose their ability to fly and fall heavily even if a particle cannon came within five meters of them.

In the area crossed by the particle cannon, it will take at least a minute for the magnetic field to return to normal, which means that during this minute, the Witch Clan can only rely on the purest physical power.

From the first shot, Dr. Yu's Yipai particle cannon was like fireworks, disrupting the magnetic field in various places in the air.

When the Wu clan stepped into this chaotic magnetic field, they would all be affected.

Dr. Yu turned all the wizards into angels with their faces on the ground.

On the big screen at the 404 base, there are several scenes that were purchased from other bases.

Some of the real-time comments above made Gang Biao and other Wu clansmen blush.

Brave and awesome: "This is the Witch Clan? Don't laugh to death. They are obviously the Shit Clan. Do you look like them on their faces?"

Ying Zheng 2110: "Human beings cannot be defeated by foreign races. In the face of human wisdom, all other races are inferior races."

The mouth-strong God of War: "With this strength, we captured eight bases, so the water content is a bit high!"

Anonymous account 10087: "I just had a chimera surgery not long ago, and now I want to take it out. Is there such a technology?"

Master Kato Yin: "Upstairs, chimerism is an irreversible genetic surgery."

Ordinary cowherd: "Those who perform chimerism surgeries are untouchables, and our people at Base 20 disdain to develop this technology."

Wolong from Base Zero: "Wow! Boss of the breeding base! Give me a bite of meat. The beef produced in your base is three times more expensive. I can hardly afford it."

Loyal working class 521301: "Is there a rich man upstairs? I can only eat synthetic meat..."

Brother Neihan's life without connotation: "There is actually a beauty in the Wu clan! Who is related to the top management of 309? I will pay 1 million general currency."

...

Various words that demean and insult the Wu clan appeared more and more as the barrage scrolled.

Gang Jun's temperament was polished very well by Zeng Haiyan, and there were no fierce emotions. This was because his red face could not go away, and his eyes would look at the barrage from time to time.

Other Wu clansmen were not so good-tempered. The empty beer bottles were thrown directly at the place where the barrage was displayed, and all kinds of yells and curses were heard on the scene.

Fortunately, the live broadcast barrage can be turned off. When Andre saw this, he immediately closed the barrage and announced: I will go slap the face of such a blind base another day;

Only then did the shamans gradually calm down.

With the bombardment of particle cannons, the Wu clan lost all the power they relied on, just like ordinary humans.

Although particle cannons are already very economical and practical, Base 309 stopped the particle cannons and started letting soldiers shoot with ordinary armor-piercing guns.

This will obviously be a massacre, a ruthless massacre of the Wu clan.

But as a former member of the human race, how could Wei Yi fail to anticipate the checks and balances that the 'economy' would have on humanity?

At that moment, all the Wu clansmen hid behind the obstacles, took out the armor-piercing guns they had collected, and aimed at the approaching soldiers.

During the back-and-forth between the two sides, Dr. Yu, as the real commander of Base 309, was forced to recall all the soldiers.

They are stuck with each other, and neither of them intends to continue to do it easily.

"Doctor, that group of witches seems to be able to absorb some particles. Although it can disrupt their magnetic field, it cannot deal a fatal blow to them."

"According to data, the Wu clan's ability to dodge armor-piercing guns is 200% that of ordinary people, and it is almost impossible to cause harm to them."

"Individual data analysis shows that after a stray bullet hits the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan begins to heal itself within just one second, and can move freely after three seconds."

Science lies in data. As the number of battles increases, the 309 base collects more data on the actual combat of the Wu clan.

A layman watches the excitement, an expert watches the door.

Dr. Yu is a little worried about the upcoming battle.

Things must turn against each other, and the Witch Clan's response to particle cannons is far more sensitive than ordinary armor-piercing guns.

Even for armor-piercing guns, the reaction ability is far better than that of humans.

This invincible species is as tenacious as cockroaches in the face of human class competition.

The lack of arms and legs is not a problem at all for them.

What's more, during this battle, the Wu clan did not suffer any real harm.

Different from the excitement of the scrolling barrage, the researchers on Dr. Yu's side were dejected.

"It's just a test of two weapons. We still have hundreds of them in our arsenal!" said a researcher new to the industry.

This statement made everyone feel even more depressed.

There are also levels between weapons, but the difference is just in the parameters of speed, lethality, accuracy, etc.

Although particle weapons are not the most advanced weapons in the 309 base.

But according to the parameters, this level cannot kill the Witch Clan, and higher-end weapons are nothing more than fig leaves.

After all, for humans in this era, particle cannons approaching the speed of light are already the ceiling of imagination, and further breakthroughs will be made unless an epoch-making genius appears.

The Wu Clan can predict the coming attack in advance just by relying on the influence of magnetic fields.

This mature form of the witch clan is so terrifying, it is simply not a power that humans should have.

"Surrender!" Dr. Yu suddenly said.

A large number of people below began to make a noise.

It's just that the top management of Base 309 is always composed of various scientific madmen, and within ten minutes, all the noise has stopped.

Everyone agreed with Dr. Yu's suggestion.

If the 309 base becomes serious and continues to fight, the two sides can exchange each other to the limit.

No profit, but the loss will definitely be gone.

But if we surrender and negotiate the terms of surrender, we might be able to find another way with the help of the Wu clan based on the technology of this era.

It doesn't matter who owns the administrative power. As long as the experimental base of Base 309 is preserved, Dr. Yu and others can still live a prosperous life.

It's a pity that you will be away from home and your life will be compromised.

People who were soldiers in this era were at the bottom of society, and the most important thing between them was brotherhood.

Several rounds of armor-piercing gun battles gradually put humans at a disadvantage, and the number of casualties among soldiers also gradually increased.

"Damn it! Damn the witch clan, my two sworn brothers are dead! Even if I die today, I still have to support a few people!"

"Chen Liang, no!!!"

There was a sound of shooting, and the human named Chen Liang fell like a hornet's nest in the battlefield.

Of the dozens of people who acted as forwards, only Li Ming is left.

To put it nicely, this position is called a striker; to put it worst, it is called cannon fodder.

There are only two minutes left on the countdown for the bomb in Li Ming's arms.

He felt that these two minutes were simply the longest two minutes in his life.

Cancer is not a terminal disease in this era. It can be completely treated and will never relapse. However, the treatment condition at the 309 base is that one person in the family needs to serve as a military forward for ten years.

This condition is almost equivalent to exchanging one life for another.

Soldiers really don't have to fight in peacetime.

But when you go out to mine mineral deposits, snipe the surrounding ferocious beasts, escort weapons to other bases, etc., you have to hang your head on your waistband for almost all tasks.

As the leader of all tasks, the striker had a narrow escape from death.

Now seeing helplessly the members of the forward team dying in front of him one by one, Li Ming wished he could stuff the explosive bag on his body into the mouth of the leader of the Wu clan.

After dodging a wave of armor-piercing bullets fired by the Wu tribe, Li Ming gritted his teeth and rushed out with all his strength: "Damn it! The worst he can do is not be a hero in eighteen years!!!"


Chapter completed!