1639 Vest

Hill felt that he might really be dying. When Sun Rui helped him lift the slightly deformed steel plate on his body, he saw black blood.

This set of powered mechas is not the most advanced mechas of the Alan Hill Empire, and it looks like that.

After finally breathing in fresh air with a smell of gunpowder, Hill could finally feel the severe pain from his body.

"You have wounds on your body! But it doesn't look like a big deal!" Sun Rui forcefully helped Hill tear off the armor that was pressing on his arm, exposing his hand.

"It hurts me to death! You don't need to comfort me anymore, I know I'm going to die." Hill felt that he was really going to die, and he felt that Sun Rui was comforting him.

Hearing what Hill said, Sun Rui lifted the mask on his face and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to comfort you, you really only suffered some minor injuries..."

Hearing what his good friend said, Hill was taken aback for a moment, and then he finally mustered up the courage to look at his torso.

Looking at it, he felt that it might be better for him to die—although he looked very embarrassed, his body was indeed protected by the power mech.

Most of the blood came from a stone that pierced through the connection of the steel plates, and also pierced Hill's side ribs. Although; a lot of blood was shed, but there were no vital organs there.

Even Hill didn't feel that an extra hole in this place was a fatal injury that was difficult to treat.

He even felt that it would be more appropriate for him to tear off the medical kit, press the wound with a hemostatic kit, and then wrap a few bandages on it, rather than call a medical soldier.

"Cover me! I'll bandage myself!" Hill moved his arm, sat up from the power mech that had lost power, and turned to touch the medical bag on the mech's waist.

He tore off his earphones, and his messy hair was all glued to his forehead from sweat—his appearance was not ugly, because he was a higher-level demon, not that low-level subspecies.

However, on this battlefield, there are existences uglier than low-level demons, so everyone is no stranger to demons.

"You'd better wear earphones... The explosion of the shells may hurt your ears!" Sun Rui poked his head, looked at the position of the attacking sweepers in the distance, and then retracted his head to warn Hill. .

Hill waved his hand, pulled out the things he needed from the first aid kit, gritted his teeth and pressed them on his wound.

It was a kind of instant pleasure of killing bacteria with drugs, making Hill's whole body seem to be sublimated in an instant.

After a short period of sourness, he was grateful. I thought I was dead, but looking at it now, I was quite lucky.

"If you don't die today! You will definitely get the medal you want!" Sun Rui checked the ammunition on his weapon, and said to Hill who was wrapping bandages on himself.

The medal he was talking about was the Higgs Planet 11 Service Medal, which would be awarded as long as he persisted in fighting here for 30 days.

This medal is a commemoration and encouragement for other soldiers of the empire, but for the demons, it has another important meaning.

With this medal, one can live in the Alan Hill Empire with equality and freedom as a citizen of the Alan Hill Empire.

This is the favor given by the empire, and this is the only way for them to redeem themselves! As the former enemy of the empire, if the demons want to integrate into this big family, they must do more and better than others!

Before Hill could say anything else, Sun Rui put on the mask on his face, picked up the electromagnetic rifle in his hand, and started attacking the distant target.

Even swordsmen, on such a tragic battlefield, gradually discovered that their flying swords were actually far less useful than the electromagnetic rifles in their hands.

Therefore, most of the time, they are more willing to use electromagnetic rifles to attack when the enemy is far away, to reserve their own strength, and wait for the enemy to approach before using the flying sword to fight the enemy at close range.

And these swordsmen, after being strengthened by mechas, made up for their own lack of combat power and became stronger.

The watchman commanders also began to discover that the swordsmen strengthened by iron armor and electromagnetic rifles were no longer the swordsmen of the "Heavenly Sword God Sect" they had faced.

These difficult opponents are as powerful as the grenadiers of the Ellandhill Empire at a long distance. When fighting at close range, they have a frontal attack with a lightsaber in their hands and a sneak attack with a flying sword from other angles. It can be said to be a strong pervert.

After the bandage was wrapped, Hill felt as if he had come to life. He tried to twist his body, and felt that his state seemed to have recovered a lot.

So he climbed out of the paralyzed power mech, looking for a handy weapon to help Sun Rui who was fighting hard.

"Boom!" Just as he was looking down for his weapon in the trench, a black energy ball landed on the edge of the trench not far away, splashing mud all over the sky.

Hill squinted his eyes, and there was another buzzing sound in his ears. He really misses the earphones that protect his hearing so much now, but it's a pity that those things are broken now.

"There are too many of them! Damn it!" Sun Rui threw off the magazine on the gun, pulled out a new magazine from his waist and filled it, and turned to Hill and shouted: "Help me find your ammunition ! I'm about to run out of bullets!"

"Okay!" Hill didn't hear what Sun Rui said at all, but he still made a gesture to Sun Rui, indicating that he was looking for a weapon.

He thought that Sun Rui wanted him to find a weapon to help him, so he answered "yes" in a ghostly figure.

"There are too many of them! I can't stand it anymore!" Seeing more and more sweepers on the opposite side, Sun Rui shouted loudly again.

This time, Hill, who had slightly recovered his hearing, heard Sun Rui's shout clearly. He bent down and pulled out his long sword from the floating soil, and made a good gesture to Sun Rui: "Come on! No matter how many of them there are, I will be here with you today, and we will fight to the end..."

Just as he was speaking, a black shadow passed over his head, and rushed towards the place where the sweeper was like a bolt of lightning.

Immediately afterwards, there was a second black shadow and a third black shadow, followed by dozens, hundreds of such black shadows, passing by the positions guarded by Hill and Sun Rui.

This black shadow is even uglier than the sweeper opposite, as if it came from hell, it is simply a demon in a nightmare. It was also the first time for Sun Rui to see such a thing, so he even forgot to continue firing for a while.

That's a demon dog... a demon dog wearing a...bomb vest...

Seeing these familiar figures, Hill seemed to recall how the demons ruled the world back then. He grinned—we demons, in terms of quantity, there are not many!

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Today Long Ling was finally able to eat a little something... It's not easy, I never thought porridge was so delicious.