Chapter 98 Reinforcement
"Puff puff..." Pieces of flying rubble hit his back, and the burning pain spread all around. Grant clenched his teeth, and a line of blood dripped from his lips.
"Joey, Feiyang, don't look back, run."
In front of him are two young people in their 20s, one is Joey, the younger brother of his deceased wife, and the other is the younger son of Uncle Tang, the king of the hawthorn. bloom on their faces.
This made Grant think of Gray, the bloody profile of his face, the comforting smile on the corner of his mouth, and his last sentence, "Don't forget our promise."
Tears blinded his eyes for a moment, even though he was in his 30s, no longer young, no longer spirited, no longer full of pride. Even if he was mentally prepared, he had already erected his own tombstone in front of his deceased wife's grave. But at this moment, in the face of the sacrifices of his companions, thinking of the smiles they once had, tears rolled down like an unstoppable spring.
He hated his cowardice. As a commander, he couldn't face death calmly, and he couldn't deal with sacrifice rationally. He is not a qualified commander. But, damn commander, if he could, he really hoped that it would be him who fell on the ground, standing still, looking at the blue sky with empty eyes.
He twisted his body, pulled the trigger with all his strength, and the bullets from the machine gun hit the glass cabin of the sickle like a shower, splashing countless sparks.
Inside the poisonous sickle, the fierce-looking military soldier gave him a mocking look, like a cat playing a mouse, and shot a grenade behind the three of them, watching the flying gravel and sand hit them and land on them. Above their heads.
Grant smeared his entire face with hot tears, as if he had injected a stimulant into the scythe pilots, and the whole person went crazy.
"Chutututu..." The explosion exploded behind the foot, and the shock caused by the bullet hitting the rock came from the sole of the foot. Grant couldn't hear the laughter of the scythe pilots, he could only see their violent faces with a hint of playfulness.
Not far away, a figure fell down, and the splashed blood mixed with a lot of sand and gravel scattered, and dazzling red was reflected under the blazing sun.
That was Marni. He had an older brother, Michal, who served as a soldier for 8 years. In the year when he was about to retire, he was accidentally injured by a friendly army, his leg was blown off, and he was forced to retire and sent back to Crotan. home.
As for compensation, there are very few, only 50,000. Michal didn't want his brother who depended on each other to go his own way, and used the money to buy off the army officer who was in charge of recruiting, which allowed Marni to escape the disaster of military service.
In order to save money for Marni to go to university, the impoverished Michal dragged his crippled body into the military's drug research institute and became a drug tester. Seems like a paltry salary. Because only in this way, with a missing leg, can he earn his younger brother's tuition faster.
Since then, Marnie has never seen his brother again, just like he would receive gifts from his brother every Christmas in previous years. That Christmas, he received the last gift from his brother. A check with "10,000 yuan" on it is as crimson and eye-catching as blood.
Marney didn't go to college, because his education could not change his fate, let alone save his brother's life. In this country, what you see is more oppression, bullying, and the sad and helpless eyes of the poor.
He wanted to tell Michal that what he lacked was not money, but freedom and dignity, but he couldn't even find his brother's grave.
Grant looked at Marney's fallen body and muttered to himself: "Marney, see your brother, help me apologize to him, I couldn't take care of you... Of course, if you are lonely on the road, you can do more. wait for me a bit."
The bullets fire faster, and the flying stars from the glass cabin are like tin foil floating back and forth in the wind.
Grant seemed to see the faces of his departed companions, smiling to himself, so bright, like the warm sunshine in spring.
They opened their mouths and spit out a series of notes: "Don't forget our promise."
Grant only felt a sore nose: "Ideal..."
If it was in the past, he would sneer at their faces and say, "This thing is too heavy, don't let me carry it alone." However, at this moment, he can't say anything, the words reach his throat, but Only the weak choked left.
The pilots of the poisonous sickle may be tired of playing, their pupils gradually shrink, and their eyes become gloomy and cold. With the slight lift of the joystick, the slightly red muzzle points to the ammunition exhaustion, but still mechanically buckles. Grant pulling the trigger.
...
The corpse that fell to the ground, the poisonous sickle that jumped like a fly, the unmanned fighter jet sweeping the sky, and the blood splashing everywhere...
Looking at the scenes of war that flashed quickly on the monitor, Jasell, who was wearing a decent suit with evenly and finely waxed hair, was sitting on the leather sofa in the command room of the truck, shaking the special wine in the goblet in his right hand. Brandy, humming a local ditty that no one can understand, and enjoying the fun brought by "Poison Scythe" and "Poison Locust" with a comfortable face.
These two weapons are his proud inventions. Looking at the battle weapons that jumped vertically and horizontally, he was like a mother watching her child, so focused and proud. Of course, there is also kindness.
As for the corpses that were thrown away by the explosion, the blood splattered like a spring by the bullets pierced through their bodies, he chose to ignore them.
"Lieutenant Owen? How are my kids cute?"
"But...cute?" Owen took a glass of wine from his assistant, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Doctor, are these all your inventions?"
"Well, you can say that." Jasir took a sip of wine and pressed a green button on the touchpad beside him.
In the center of the imaging system, a picture flashes on a monitor with a slightly larger screen.
It is the scene of the North Slope. The simple missile launcher composed of pickups and missile launchers fell on the side of the hillside. Thick smoke billowed into the air, and the flames were hunting and hunting. sight.
The corpses of different colors collapsed on the slope covered with gravel. Some of them were blown off by MINI missiles, some of their heads were blown off, and some of them were opened by the scattered shrapnel. Out a bright red hole. The blood dripped across the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it was steamed to dryness under the scorching sun, leaving only a criss-crossing dark red.
There were sporadic flashes of fire, which were nothing but the pale and feeble counterattacks of the few remaining hostile militants. A row of bullets flew past and hit the armor of the "Poison Locust", creating a cloud of sparks.
"A bunch of chops!" Jasell frowned, a little impatient on his face. "Poisonous Scythe" and "Poisonous Locust" are his darlings. As a parent, when you see your child injured, you will inevitably feel distressed, even if it is just a trivial scratch, it is still unacceptable.
At this moment, Lieutenant Owen asked a very rude question, "Doctor? Why didn't you dispatch these combat units in time when we were just attacked?"
Jassel gave him a sidelong glance and said coldly, "What does your life and death have to do with me?"
Owen's pupils instantly widened, and with a flick of his right hand, most of the wine in the glass overflowed. What an indifferent fellow this Jassel is, is it that in his eyes, apart from those inventions, nothing else matters? The surrounding soldiers who fell to the ground were all their own people, and they all sacrificed to protect him on the truck.
A lunatic, really a lunatic, a lunatic who regards human life as a must. Owen shuddered, looking at Jasir in bright clothes, as if looking at a hell demon in human skin.
"It's getting late, it's time to send those arrogant guys to hell." Jasell said casually.
"Yes." The assistant at the back agreed, walked to the communication station, and issued Jasil's instructions to the combat units.
Owen swallowed the wine in his mouth with difficulty, the brandy with a strong fruity fragrance, but this moment was so bitter. He turned to look at the monitor.
On the north slope, the poisonous locusts gathered into a circle, surrounding the remaining five armed men in a small depression, with hundreds of dark cannon barrels locked on the target.
On the southern slope, the poisonous sickles also started their final clearing operation. They jumped high and threw down the enemy in front of them at once, with the muzzle of the machine gun being slightly lowered and pressing against the target's skull.
As long as the trigger is pulled, their heads will be like exploding watermelons, with a big red flesh.
The poisonous scythe driver behind Grant seemed to know what he was thinking. When the joystick was mentioned, he jumped directly in front of Joey and Tang Feiyang. The dark turning tube swung horizontally, and the mockery at the corner of the driver's mouth became more intense.
Grant turned his head to see this scene, and his body couldn't help shaking. The 7.92mm LG-301 apostle slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.
An annoyed feeling of powerlessness, helplessness, and incompetence filled his heart. How many times he told himself over and over again that if he wanted the lives of those two young people, these damn machines had to step over his corpse first.
As a leader, as a commander, in addition to leading them forward to pursue light and warmth, you must also have the awareness to use your own body as a shield for the followers who choose to trust him.
Bleeding is nothing, pain is nothing, and even death, in his eyes, is no different from sleeping. If it was him who died, under Jiuquan, he could face Serena with a smile, face Gray, face Marni, and face all the companions who died in this battle.
But why, why did these bastards not let him do so. The entire team has 116 people, and now there are less than 10 people left, with 90% casualties. His heart was bleeding, but in the face of the current scene, all the struggles were so futile. Hope, the hope that has been on my lips all day, at this moment, like a cloud in the sky, visible but out of reach.
The driver smiled, like a proud fighting cock, raised his head arrogantly, and finally sent a sneer at Grant, reaching out and pressing the machine gun's fire button.
"Tudoo tug..." One after another dazzling flames spewed out.
"Joey!" Grant yelled, only to feel a wave of grief and anger in his chest beating his heart like a wave, his lower lip had been bitten by him, and blood slid down the corner of his mouth.
He really wanted to fight with each other desperately, but... why? warm bodies? Or is it the "Apostle" who can't even shoot through the glass shell of the other party on the ground?
"Selina, I'm sorry, I..." Grant said in a lost voice.
However, when he was only halfway through, he stopped suddenly. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Joey stood not far in front of him. Well, the complete cannot be complete. Tang Feiyang sat on the ground next to him, raised his buttocks hard, and moved back inch by inch.
This... the enemy still wants to continue to insult him? Or... are they going to be caught alive?
Grant raised his head and looked up, the sickle was like a drunken man who had drunk too much, swaying and swaying from side to side.
A silver light flashed across, and with the sound of "Boom", a fire lit up where the suspension system of the poisonous sickle and the load-bearing chassis met. Like a camel that was crushed by the last straw, the poisonous sickle's body fell to the ground with a squeak, like a house washed down by the rain, amid the panicked screams of the driver.
"This... what happened?" Grant looked around blankly.
Through the gap between Joey and Tang Feiyang, a person ran quickly from the end of the horizon.
It's Monroe, damn it, didn't he tell him not to come back? Why don't you obey orders. He was about to scold when suddenly, a strange look appeared behind Monroe.
"It's... they?" Grant saw Aros, Hausen, and Tang Fang in the middle: "How did they come? What about the soldiers in power armor next to the three? "
"Boom, boom..." When I was stunned, several explosions came in a row. He turned his head mechanically, only to see that the other nine poisonous sickles scattered on the southern slope suffered the same blow as the one in front of him almost instantly.
As a bloated soldier in black armor walked out of the shadow of the rock, one after another scythes crashed to the ground. The oval cockpit was like a glass cage, trapping the three-person military soldiers in it.
Most of them huddled together, their faces stuck to the glass, pressed into a patty. Their expressions were even more bizarre, the mocking color on the corners of their mouths had not subsided, and there was already a hint of panic in their eyes.
The remaining four poisonous sickles madly fired countless bullets at a famous looter. However, the facts were unpredictable. The scene that just happened to them was staged again, but this time, the protagonist changed. Become those big black bears.
The 12.7mm bullets fell on the looters like a gust of wind and rain, the sound of gold and iron symphony was incessant, the sparks scattered, and the looters were pushed down by the huge momentum and sat on the ground.
However, just when the scythe pilots thought they had succeeded in shooting the enemy, they did so, rolled and stood up from the ground, and then, a grenade shot from the quadruple grenade on their arms It fired from the launcher, hitting the cockpit into a cloud of silver-white flashes.
"Ka, ka..." The high-density glass alloy that the drivers were proud of showed cracks, and spider webs generally spread around.
"Boom, boom." There was another dazzling white light, the load-bearing chassis and leg suspension system were severely damaged, the shrill alarm sounded, and the red light flashing on the instrument panel shone on their bewildered faces, like a death scythe projection.
In just a few breaths, the nine poisonous scythes became lame under the greeting of the judge's grenade. From a distance, they looked like slender-legged insects on the verge of death, kicking and kicking unwillingly.
The driver of the last poisonous sickle panicked. He manipulated the poisonous sickle to retreat, and then he had to activate the jumping skill to avoid the right and wrong places.
Unexpectedly, with the sound of "Boom", a grenade exploded on the load-bearing chassis, and the 12.7MM rotary machine gun was blasted into a mass of steel fragments. The joystick has been lifted, but what shocked the three soldiers in the cockpit was that the poisonous sickle was like a greedy worm who had eaten a bad stomach and ran through the hut countless times, and his legs were weak. Not to mention jumping, even walking is reluctant.
"How is it possible? How is this possible! What are those grenades made of? Why do they have such an effect?" The three people's minds were filled with countless question marks.
Reality didn't give them much time to think. Several marauders approached from the surroundings, the front of the arm flashed with fire, and the joints of the four legs of the poisonous sickle lit up several groups of flashes in succession. Then, it sits on the ground like an old man who accidentally stabbed his foot.
The driver shook the joystick in his hand, but, in response to him, except for the colorful sparks of the leg joints, there were only a few figures on the sides that were getting closer and closer.
"What happened? How did this happen? Who were they? Where did they come from?" A sharp, manic growl came from the truck's command booth.
Jasell stood in front of the monitor array, shouting madly at the images sent back by the Scythe's onboard camera. His carefully combed hair has been messed up, and the tie on his chest has been torn off and put on one side crookedly.
The assistants hid far away, not daring to take a sip. Owen's face turned pale, and the hand holding the cup trembled slightly. Where did this army that suddenly burst into the battlefield come from? Why save those rebels, and what is the relationship between the two?
"To order the swarm of poisonous locusts to go to the south slope, we must make these guys regret, regret!" Jasil turned his head and waved his hands vigorously, his expression serious and serious, as if the soldiers had made an impassioned statement for the handsome man before the expedition.
"Bo... Doctor." A female assistant pointed to the monitor behind him.
"What?" Jasle gave her a sideways glance, then turned to look behind her.
With just one look, he was stunned. Nine guys in power armor and armed with large assault rifles launched a surprise attack on the locust swarm.
A trail of silver light shot out from the muzzle, hitting the circular abdominal cavity of the poisonous locust with great precision. The carbon-steel alloy armor that could resist bullets under 10MM was actually blown up directly.
"Only 9 people? Just 9 people want to challenge the swarm of poisonous locusts?" Jasil picked up the communicator at hand and shouted: "Blow them up, blow them up!"
Without his command, the remote control team has already started to control the poisonous locust to counterattack.
The MINI missiles flying all over the sky are like fish swimming underwater, pulling out a long smoke track, which is overwhelming and flying towards the nine machine gunners.
"Boom, boom, boom..." A series of explosions sounded, and the flying sandstorms lined up in a straight line and spread rapidly into the distance.
The stimulant-injected machine gunners are as vigorous as a jungle cheetah, dodging one after another MINI missile while jumping and jumping.
The characteristic capacitive control system of the C-14 "Puncturer" Gauss Assault Rifle provides them with great firing accuracy. Almost every time the trigger was pulled, a drone burst into flames.
Jasell stared blankly at the monitor, his left cheek twitched and his right cheek twitched. Every time a poisonous locust fell, he shivered, and every time a group of flames ignited, he cried out strangely.
In the end, his face was distorted beyond human appearance, and his voice was even more surly and harsh, like a night owl.
In just a few minutes, 100 poisonous locusts became a pile of steel garbage underground. As for the 9 machine gunners, 2 were killed and 2 wounded. (I didn't step on the brakes this time, Dazhang 5000+, no more at night.)