1323 Suddenly so Quiet

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"Tug-chug!" Harold raised his assault rifle, pointed at the white-clothed swordsman who was dodging and moving in the distance, and pulled the trigger.

A row of bullets shot out, covering the opponent in an instant. The opponent's long sword that protects the body deftly blocks left and right, deflecting most of the bullets.

A bullet passed through the flying sword, but it didn't hit the swordsman. It scraped the opponent's scalp and flew directly into the distance.

In Harold's view, the other party was as difficult to deal with as an armored vehicle, but the anti-tank missile would also be detonated in advance by that guy's flying sword. He had already fired a missile to try it.

Fortunately, the white-clothed swordsman caught in the line of guns from all directions now only has the power to parry and has no power to fight back.

The opponent's terrifying flying sword, which seemed to be a missile, could only be used for defense, and it was too late to spare time to attack.

If the white-clothed swordsman had some more combat experience, he would find a shallow pit and lie down on the ground, and then command the flying sword to attack, it might be more difficult to deal with.

It's a pity, for some reason, the other party didn't lie down, but was blatantly dressed in white, exposing himself to almost all the firepower.

Playing handsome? Harold didn't know what to say. He could only change a window, raised his weapon, and continued to pour his ammunition at the target.

"Tu Tu Tu Tu!" It was another short shot, and the bullet was once again blocked by the annoying flying sword.

However, this time the swordsman in white was not so lucky. His flying sword helped him block most of the attacks, but some bullets still passed through the almost impenetrable line of defense.

One bullet was blocked by the spirit shield, and the other bullet directly hit the white-clothed swordsman's abdomen, causing him to slow down suddenly.

After all, this is a 10mm caliber ammunition, and the stopping effect is naturally very powerful. The white-clothed swordsman who was hit staggered, clutched his stomach, knelt down on one knee and stopped moving forward.

The swordsman in white suddenly looked in the direction where Harold was, and the flying sword around him also rushed towards Harold with lightning speed.

Harold's power armor responded immediately, and the whole person moved his position extremely fast.

The flying sword crashed through the outer wall of the house where Harold was hiding, and was directly inserted into the ground of the house, and there was no more movement.

And outside the house, the white-clothed swordsman kneeling on one knee had also been shot into a sieve by bullets from other directions.

"It's really difficult!" Harold looked at the dust that hadn't cleared away, and the flying sword stuck not far from him, snorted, and picked up his assault rifle again. Pulled the trigger towards the distant slope.

There, there were several white-clothed swordsmen approaching, but this time, because there were no landmines to stop them, their advancing speed was faster.

"You really treat us like persimmons!" Harold murmured softly while shooting. Then he tore a grenade from his chest, and threw it forcefully in the direction of those targets.

His arms are mechanical and supported by an exoskeleton. The throwing distance and accuracy are very scary. The grenade flew to the target precisely, and exploded in mid-air close to the target.

The prefabricated fragments all over the sky directly covered the target, but soon several white-clothed swordsmen rushed out from the dust of the explosion. Although they looked a bit embarrassed on the outside, they did not suffer fatal injuries.

However, an armed helicopter then fired a series of cannonballs at these white-clothed swordsmen.

The tracer bomb hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of white smoke, and the white-clothed swordsman shrouded in the white smoke became even more embarrassed. Their flying swords can barely block 10mm caliber bullets, but they can't withstand the ravages of machine guns anyway.

this time,

Only two swordsmen in white rushed out of the white smoke and continued to approach. As for whether the remaining swordsmen in white were dead, no one cared.

After being hit by a 20mm machine gun, even if he didn't die immediately, he would probably just lie on the ground and wait for death.

Seeing the two swordsmen in white rushing into his line of defense again, Harold pressed the communicator and ordered: "Stop them with light weapons! Then use cloud bombs!"

In all directions of the village, countless gun lines converged on the two swordsmen in white. They could only grit their teeth and manipulate their flying swords, blocking the incoming bullets left and right.

And behind the remaining wall of a collapsed building directly in front of them, a grenadier stuck his assault rifle back to his chest, and picked up a thick bazooka from his feet.

He plugged a power cord on the bazooka into his power armor, the aiming device on the bazooka was powered on, the screen lit up, and the self-test data began to refresh.

"Goodbye!" The soldier carried the bazooka on his shoulders, and aimed the bazooka that had completed self-inspection at a distant target.

When the launch reminder on his screen turned green, he pulled the launch trigger, and a wave of air was ejected from the tail of the bazooka, blowing away the broken bricks and tiles behind him.

"Cloud Explosion Bomb!" While pressing the button, he loudly reminded all nearby comrades in arms.

And the individual cloud bomb did not rush straight to the target, but rose suddenly, first climbed rapidly and flew into the sky, then suddenly turned and swooped down to the ground.

It dragged a long white smoke, and exploded in the sky the moment it was about to hit the target.

The huge explosion sound shook the gravel on the ground, and then the spreading blast wave blasted all the floating soil on the nearby buildings into the sky.

The whole village trembled in the terrifying explosion, and all the soldiers of the Alan Hill Empire who were hiding in the ruined walls shrank their necks subconsciously.

Although their ears were protected by active noise-canceling headphones, and their bodies were protected by power armor, they still remained in awe of such a terrifying weapon.

A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the entire battlefield seemed to quiet down after such a loud noise. There was no more sound of machine gun fire, nor explosion of grenades or landmines.

A piece of broken white clothing fell in the wind, covering the still hot soil, and then was blown up by the wind again, falling to a farther place.

Anyway, everything was strangely quiet, as if the battle here had ended.