1372 I Don't Know if I Should Celebrate

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"In the past three years, our battle puppet robot technology has also been continuously improved and developed. In fact, the battle puppet robot used for exploration and maintaining law and order, and the battle puppet robot used for decisive battles are completely two concepts. "

Looking at the fighting puppet robots in the distance, the eyes of the saintess of the Nine Nether Sect were stuck to the eyepieces of the artillery mirrors, with indescribable surprise on their faces.

In her eyes, those new-style combat puppet robots of the Alan Hill Empire are all made of steel, protected by a gorgeous magic defense barrier, and they use a large-caliber assault rifle standard in the Alan Hill Empire.

They are stronger and more intelligent than the battle golem robots that came before them. The only thing that people criticize is that they are still so dull and sluggish compared to the troops of other races.

However, the sheer numbers made up for it, and they weren't demon terminators, just cheap, alternative solutions to traditional light infantry.

"Thuk Thuk!" Holding a 10mm assault rifle in both hands, the scanning and aiming are completely performed by chips and sensors in the body. Built-in low-light sensors and natural light sensors, these robots can fight in any weather conditions.

Not far away, on the other side of the flying bullets, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword Sect, who were dressed in white clothes, or in dirty white clothes, were desperately destroying these damned enemies.

Flying swords fly around, blocking incoming bullets, or flying forward rapidly, chopping those puppet robots that are walking step by step in the wilderness.

The saint saw with her own eyes that the shoulder of a puppet robot was chopped off by a flying sword, and then the robot fell straight down, seemingly useless.

In the next second, a new battle puppet robot lit up the magic defense barrier protecting itself, and walked to the front to fill the gap.

A wave of rockets passed over these fighting puppet robots and enveloped the position of the white-clothed swordsman team. The instant explosion shook the ground under their feet, making the saint who was watching the battle frown.

"It's good to get used to it. The power of the new explosives is too great, and it affects a wide area. This is already a low-power version that takes care of your own offensive echelon." Marvin introduced the artillery of the Alan Hill Empire with some pride. rocket missile.

But in the eyes of the Saintess of the Nine Serenity Sect, the shock was not even a little bit. She saw with her own eyes that a flying boat of the Heavenly Sword Divine Sect flying in for reinforcements was hit by some weapons with flame-breathing tails that suddenly jumped up from the side of the Alan Hill Empire, and fell to a mountain not far away with thick smoke. behind the post.

Now, she saw with her own eyes what the rumbling noises she had heard in the tent looked like.

Frankly, she felt it was a complete waste of power. Combat should not be like this, at least it should be a tyrannical catharsis against the enemy, not against the ground under your feet, or even against the air.

But she couldn't say it, because she was also inspired by the battle in front of her: she felt that this might be another path, a development path of group combat.

"The battle here may end soon, their defense line has been penetrated, and soon we will move our headquarters forward." Marvin said with some regret.

Because he saw an M4 tank with a serial number painted on the turret and a hollow golden eagle emblem outlined on the side of the car body. The magic defense barrier was illuminated. The artillery spewed out flames, rolled over the soft ground, and appeared on the opponent's position.

He knew that the opponent seemed to be doomed, and what was left was just sporadic resistance from the remaining forces, which would not affect the outcome of the battle at all.

After all, things were beyond his expectation. A white-clothed swordsman who survived by chance suddenly jumped up, controlled his flying sword, and suddenly attacked the M4 tank from the side.

The flying sword plunged into the top of the M4 tank from top to bottom,

It directly penetrated the fragile rear radiator grille and destroyed the engine of the tank.

A flame burst out. It seemed that the flame inside the engine ignited the gasoline in the tank. In a few seconds, the fire expanded and got out of control.

No one opened the hatch of the tank to escape, because the puppets inside did not have the procedure to abandon the vehicle. They were still turning the turret at the last second, looking for the enemy to attack them.

In this way, the M4 tank was paralyzed in flames, and for some reason it did not explode in the end. It was lying across the position of the white-clothed swordsman, burning so lonely, like a bunch of bonfires deliberately placed there.

Coincidentally, when the saintess of the Nine Nether Sect was watching the battle, she happened to see the white-clothed swordsman jumping up and making meritorious deeds.

The white-clothed swordsman who destroyed an M4 tank was pierced through the head by a bullet fired from the other side before he could see the results of his battle.

The shattered skull flew away with brains and blood in an instant. The scene was so beautiful that it made people feel the urge to vomit.

Although the swordsman's war is cruel, it is still elegant. Even if they were engaged in a massacre, they would not deliberately create such a scene.

However, the war in the Alan Hill Empire was obviously not prepared for more ornamental value-when a white phosphorus incendiary bomb exploded, a picture of a white-clothed swordsman rolling and screaming on the battlefield appeared with thick smoke all over his body Finally, the saintess of the Nine Serenity Sect couldn't bear to look away.

She really felt that her stomach couldn't take it anymore. Fortunately, she just came out to watch the entire battlefield and didn't eat, so she didn't have the capital to vomit at this time.

But she still felt that something was churning in her stomach, and the acid in her stomach might rush to her throat at any moment.

"Okay! It's over unexpectedly. The tough battle here ended with our army's complete victory." Marvin also looked away, because he saw a black flag, held high by puppet soldiers, and walked towards the white-clothed flag against the wind. People just stationed in the position.

More puppets advanced step by step with their weapons in hand. Beside them, another M4 tank drove forward without haste.

It seemed that those men in white who resisted fiercely just now did not exist at all. These puppet soldiers didn't cheer, and nothing changed.

They just kept moving forward, making room for the puppets behind them. And the puppets behind them are next to each other, almost endless.

"This! This is the war of the Alan Hill Empire!" Marvin made an introduction gesture, and introduced to the Saintess of the Nine Serenities Sect: "The victory came so easily, I don't even know whether I should celebrate..."