Chapter 67 The Power of the Eye Bug

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One second, two seconds, five seconds... ten seconds, when Hodgson secretly wondered why the "Squid" missile had not reached the front line, a red light flashed on the video screen of the nearby launch auxiliary equipment, and a harsh alarm sounded. through the entire hall.

"Gunner, what are you doing? It's been 20 seconds, and the anti-aircraft missiles haven't moved. What's the matter with the alarm? If the system is overheating, then turn off the damn alarm program for me." Although Hodgson only A small civilian major, but the arrogance and coldness in the bones of the imperial nobles, what he learned can be described as vivid.

"Big... Captain, the missile launcher was attacked by an unknown source, and it has been... damaged."

"What? Attacked?" The gunner's words were like dropping an effervescent tablet in a pot of boiling water, and the entire fire control center boiled.

"Impossible, how is this possible! The missile silo is built in the rear of the frontline position, how can it be attacked? Unless the enemy is a god and can be teleported."

"Could it be that the equipment was accidentally overloaded and the system was out of control? Where's the maintenance person? Where is the maintenance person?"

...

"Look!"

Just when everyone in the room panicked and speculated about the cause of the failure, the scene under the surveillance camera on the outside of the fence caused everyone present to take a deep breath.

I don't know when, 8 ugly creatures appeared in front of the six missile launchers, and the dark green saliva spurted out of their mouths, landing on the missile launcher, forging the metal-ceramic composite material, The heat-resistant and explosion-proof barrel corrodes one after another with large holes.

Some missiles exploded in the shooting tube, and the chain reaction brought by the fragments and shock waves successively detonated the missiles in the nearby shooting tube. The launcher was like a box of inferior fireworks, bursting one after another from the inside out.

There were also several launchers whose lift beams and supports were broken, collapsed to the ground, and one after another "Squid" anti-aircraft missiles flew out, like drunken men in the night market in the early morning, swaying, swaying, or It crashed into the wall of the base and burst into flames, or rushed into the forward position, leaving countless screams and a mushroom-shaped sandstorm mixed with fragments, flesh, and gunpowder.

"How did they break through the frontier positions? Who can tell me?" Hodgson roared with a livid face.

No one answered, and no one could answer.

There are positions and fortifications on land, radars and satellites in the sky. How did they escape the all-round three-dimensional reconnaissance?

"Gunner, hit me back and kill these reptiles."

A group of 4 80MM anti-aircraft guns radiated fire nets towards the sky at a speed of 300 rounds per minute. The fixed-point orbital gun muzzles flickered with electric light. As the electromagnetic coils were warmed up and charged, the violent current bounced on the track. A dazzling arc of light. There are also those 120MM double cannon turrets, the circular base is slightly turned, and the black muzzle points to the cockroach group below the wall.

At the same time, the riots subsided, and the soldiers in the forward positions also recovered, and under the command of Graham, they gradually launched a counterattack. Anti-aircraft missiles, heavy machine guns, anti-aircraft machine guns, air mines, electromagnetic pulse bombs... All kinds of weapons form a dense fire network, facing the incoming king insects.

The artillery fire as dense as locusts hit the surface of the king worm, bursting into flames.

Bullets under 50MM can't do much damage to this rough-skinned behemoth.

The rotating warhead can break open the shell of the king worm, but the high-density flexible muscle tissue counteracts the impulse with high-frequency vibration, and then squeezes out of the body.

Even 80MM anti-aircraft artillery shells and ordinary small anti-aircraft missiles cannot effectively kill them. Except for the trauma caused by the warhead fragments, the high heat generated by the explosion is absorbed by the king insect tissue cells and converted into a small amount of nether energy, which in turn generates acceleration, making They are going faster and faster.

These king bugs are like balloons, they look stupid and bulging, but their defenses are outrageous.

Looking through the porthole, looking like a belly sac, watching the artillery fire explode near and far, turning into pieces of dazzling fireworks, Tang Fang slanted his body and leaned against the elastic muscle tissue of the king insect to make himself more comfortable. .

These muscle tissues have good elasticity and soft texture, which is comparable to the top sofa. Only he, Aros, and Hausen are among the large abdominal sacs nearly 30 meters long. Artillery, missiles, explosions, everything has nothing to do with them, if you have a glass of whisky, brandy, and a beautiful girl in your arms, this is simply a relaxing space journey.

Aros and Hausen also relieved their psychological discomfort and gradually adapted to their surroundings.

"This is simply the ultimate VIP experience!" Hausen said: "Tang Fang, this kind of thing can be developed into a special sightseeing aircraft, and we will make a lot of money for it."

"Hausen, you have a funny head? We are fighting! War!" Aros responded loudly.

Obviously, his words have no effect, the guy who is dedicated to dedicating light and heat to the tourism industry has fallen into the vision of a better future and cannot extricate himself.

Tang Fang didn't have time to pay attention to them, because the enemy's fixed-point rail guns were already ready to go. Across thousands of meters, you could see the lines of teeth and claws, and the high-voltage arc of a dragon.

Bullets under 50mm are difficult to penetrate the subcutaneous tissue of the king worm, and ordinary high-explosive warheads and fragmentation missiles cannot threaten the life of the king worm as long as they cannot hit the key points.

However, the fixed-point rail gun obviously does not belong to the category of ordinary weapons. The huge tower base, the elongated electromagnetic acceleration orbit, and the power supply of 40% of the entire base, all of which endow it with excellent killing ability. As for magnetic projectiles, Hugh said that frigates within 100 meters, even destroyers with a body length of 100-200 meters, or even cruisers with a length of more than 200-300 meters, can be made into a sieve under a single salvo.

The king insect is 36 meters wide and more than 60 meters long. Even if the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and the comprehensive defense is comparable to the armor of a battleship, it is difficult to get any good results in the face of magnetic projectiles carrying huge kinetic energy.

If the "Squid" surface-to-air missile is the shield of the logistics base, then the six fixed-point railguns are the spear of the logistics base.

The electric charges converge, and the powerful electromagnetic pulses form a rapid jumping electric light between the two rails, which quickly slides to the muzzle. The preheating is completed, the magnetic projectile is ready, and the fire control radar has locked the target. Next, the electromagnetic force will push the projectile along the narrow and long sides. The trajectory is shot out, and it is instantly accelerated to sub-light speed, and the huge kinetic energy will destroy all objects blocking its flight trajectory.

This is the trump card of the 3789 division, and it is also the end of the enemy.

Hodgson clenched his hands tightly, his lips were slightly pale due to the tension, and his eyes fell on the three eye bugs who had left the team and approached quickly through the monitor, although he could not understand why the enemy sent them to them. Muzzle, but, there is no doubt that the closer the distance, the more accurate the projectile and the more damage.

"Is it safe to lose the car? Hmph, any guy who dares to challenge the majesty of the empire will not die easily." Hodgson yearned for aristocratic life. Many times, he would deliberately imitate the demeanor and behavior of Edward, Francis and others. He is very obsessed with this feeling, as if subconsciously, he has regarded himself as a member of the aristocracy.

Honor, arrogance, fanatical patriotism...and so on, anyone who came into contact with him would describe it this way: "Oh, Hodgson, you were born an aristocrat, calm, graceful, and protective..."

Hodgson squinted his eyes, as if seeing the projectiles piercing through the bodies of those ugly flying insects, and the high temperature generated by the friction burned them into piles of rotten flesh. In this battle, a holy sword will be added to the medal table on his chest. , so that he will always be blessed by the emperor.

The turret is turned slightly, the elevation angle is fine-tuned, everything is ready, the gunner has pressed the fire button.

Reality is like a dazzling car model lying on the cab, scratching his head, holding his chest and hips, and making various sexy poses. Your eyes will only focus on the two balls in front of their chests, or the one below them. ditch, thereby ignoring something else.

For example, she may have athlete's foot, or hemorrhoids, and she has an average of 10 abortions a year.

Hodgson never thought that he would encounter this kind of thing. He was more angry than a beggar with a green hat. If it weren't for the public, he would maintain the graceful demeanor of the imperial nobleman Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face. already runaway.

On the monitor, the three-eyed worms withstood the intensive anti-aircraft fire. One second before the fixed-point rail gun was fired, six rounds of "organic cannonballs" were ejected from a distance of several kilometers.

Of course, for most of the soldiers, this reminds them of a word—“Shoot!” Because with their tortoise-like heads, no matter how they look at it, they have a strange sense of sight.

The "organic cannonball" has a diameter of 5 meters, and the body surface is covered with a thin, transparent, yet extremely resilient biological afterbirth. These chilling things fell on the two electric rails of the fixed-point rail gun. The afterbirth was broken, and the viscous organic tissue was like a magic seed in a fairy tale. In the blink of an eye, countless thick meridians were born, surrounding like spider silk Hold the rail gun, the tighter it gets.

These meridians are like the golden ropes of Taishang Laojun, and the fixed-point rail guns are like Sun Monkeys, tied up by five flowers and tied into zongzi.

So far, the change is still continuing. Those thick meridians slowly secrete a yellowish-brown mucus outward, along the gaps and textures of the equipment, infiltrating into the interior, and then changing from a fluid state to a flexible solid, which not only shields the magnetic force of the dual track. , and firmly bind the important components such as the base shaft, projectile compartment, and electromagnetic generator.

From a distance, the outside of the fixed-point rail gun looks like an ugly silkworm cocoon, not to mention firing the gun, even turning it around can't do it.

Six, a full six railguns were all wrapped in dumplings. Everyone in the fire control center stared at the monitor, and Hodgson's face was so heavy that it almost dripped with water.

The same scene also appeared in the base command room. Huo Qing only felt cold hands and feet, and wisps of chill poked down his spine. What the hell is that, a nearly 40-meter-long biological battleship, a terrifying creature that can paralyze a fixed-point railgun, where did they come from? How is this fight going?

I thought that the enemy had already shown all his strength, but he didn't expect that the opponent's means would be endless, and a sense of powerlessness emerged spontaneously.

The surface-to-air missile launchers were raided and all destroyed, and the fixed-point railguns were also tied to "chastity belts". The two major killers were scrapped and failed, and what could be expected next? 120MM automatic cannon turret? They are now being tossed back and forth by the six-legged reptiles that burrow up and down like gophers.

Air mine? Cannon? Anti-aircraft missiles? These weapons are limited in power, and unless the energy can be gathered into a bundle, even the shells of those balloon-like flying creatures cannot be shattered.

God, tell me how to fight this battle!

Although Edward is open-minded, it does not mean that he has no selfishness at all. To be honest, he really wants to see Huo Qing make a fool of himself, but at this moment, he hopes that the other party can turn the tide. Because, once the base falls into the hands of that strange enemy, God knows what awaits him.

escape? Don't be kidding, Walker Stewart is an out-and-out executioner who never kills.

Quiet, deadly still, so quiet that even the voice of the female officer YD's secretions flowing into her aunt's towel could be heard.

At this moment, the front position and the interior of the base formed a very sharp contrast. The king bug was already approaching, and the "black bear" and "mountain leopard" slid down along the long whiskers. Inquisitor grenades exploded in the trenches, shrapnel splattered, and sand filled the air. Rows of metal nails swept past, and some soldiers did not even have time to react. They were pierced by sharp needles, pierced through the flesh and blood, and finally shot out from the back, leaving a drop of blood on the ground.

A saber-toothed tiger anti-armor fighting vehicle sprang out of the trench, and the crawler belt of the rear wheel kicked up a piece of sand, which made it a target. One after another inquisitor grenade "bukkake" seemed to land on its face and exploded. One after another, the explosions spread from the bomb storage compartment. In a blink of an eye, the top cover of the chariot was lifted off, revealing the red-colored metal structure inside, and the driver's coke-like profile.

One worm after another was put down by the king worm, and the sharp bone spurs like steel nails pierced the backs of the soldiers who fled in a hurry, and then pierced through the front chests, and sank into the base wall unabated, collapsing and flying pieces of titanium steel plates. .

The two king worms flew directly above the wall with anti-aircraft gunfire, and the golden light flashed. In the blink of an eye, there were eight arrogant warriors dressed in golden battle armor on the wall. , the moon-white energy sword pierced through the sky, leaving behind a tinge of azure blue, which was more like dancing than killing.

The energy sword slashed, and the 120mm double cannon turret was like a ripe watermelon. It split into two and exploded. The violent shock wave shook the shell away. A fanatic tapped on one foot and rushed forward. Out, to the top, the body turned one by one, and the head and feet were on the top, a "flying immortal outside the sky", the blazing silver light ignited the entire void, and the core of the fixed-point rail gun wrapped into a dumpling sent out a wave of energy, two After breathing, it was like an explosion of a small nuclear bomb, spreading a dazzling round of light towards the battlefield.

In the flying debris, a golden shadow jumped vertically and horizontally, and finally a thick steel plate with a diameter of 4 meters was placed on the toes. A silver storm spread from the foothold, and countless cracks quickly radiated and spread toward the edge, and finally broke into several pieces.

The recoil force drove the fanatics, like a cannonball shining with golden light, obliquely stabbing towards the ground battlefield.

A machine gun bunker was following the battle plan that Huo Qing had made earlier, spewing tongues of flame at the machine gunners who kept sliding down. The light of the fire illuminated the road ahead, but not the god of death who fell from the sky.

The energy sword is like tofu with a sharp blade, and it easily sinks into the top of the bunker.

No pictures, no details, only screams from the communicator...

Similar scenes were staged all over the battlefield. Some soldiers huddled in the depths of trenches, some hid in the shadows of scrapped chariots, and some were blind, shooting all around.

They were like frightened birds, hurriedly avoiding those strange soldiers from the sky, no amount of cruel punishment could overcome the fear of death, and the roar of the officer in the communicator had long been ignored by them.

Run away, run away now, run away as far as possible!

The collapse is like an avalanche, from individual soldiers to parts, from parts to the whole line, the snowballs are getting bigger and bigger, and they are out of control. Because no one knows if there will be monsters rushing out from the ground and swallowing them up with dark green acid. They do not want to face the ferocious "mountain leopard", let alone encounter the "black bear".

There are also those aliens whose body is like a dog. Taking advantage of the terrain of the trench, they jump up and down, like the blood-devouring vicious dogs raised by the god of death. Once they are knocked down by it, death is the only result.

Of course, these are secondary, those golden armored warriors who jumped off the wall, they are the real death gods, the chanters of hell dirge.

In the face of howling bullets, and even machine guns and rockets, they never retreated, not even evading. An unknown blue light wave formed a high-energy shield on their body surface, which not only absorbed the thermal radiation generated by the explosion, but also bounced off high-speed fragments.

The fixed-point rail guns became a pile of scrap metal, and the 120MM double cannon turrets had half their heads cut off. As for those machine gun bunkers, they became natural coffins, burying their comrades and comrades in arms.

What to say to persevere, what to talk about counterattack! In the face of such an enemy, rushing up is to deliver food, they... they are simply an invincible division! (A group of book friends has been established: 125657915, waiting for all book friends)