Chapter 947 Disruptor

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Then, the drivers of the two Phantom armed shuttles discovered that there were two such missile vehicles in total, but it was not another missile vehicle that intercepted the two air-to-ground missiles, but two humanoid mechas that had already climbed halfway to the ridge. .

They are not tall, only a little over 3 meters. They look very weak and walk in an extremely strange way. Because the target was small, it was traveling in a different direction from the missile vehicle, and because of the cover of the rocks, the early warning radar of the Phantom armed shuttle did not detect it immediately.

I found out now, but it's too late.

The flash of air-to-ground missiles has not faded, and the Hellfire anti-aircraft missiles from the Goliath armed robot pierced the fast-moving smoke cloud, hitting the Phantom-class armed shuttles suspended at low altitude one after another.

The flames were quickly generated from the rear of the fuselage, and engulfed the cockpit like a big wave. The Monya soldiers inside, with their loyalty to the emperor, love of the country, and desire for justice, turned into dead bodies that were lifeless and only angry. Falling from the sky on the black wilderness, becoming a dim ashes in the war.

The demise of the Phantom armed shuttle and long-range firepower has greatly weakened the pressure faced by Bunyan Clive and others, and also brought them hope. However, hope and confidence cannot stop the flow of life. Some people who fought before The severely injured crew members are struggling on the verge of life and death, walking further and further towards the abyss where the god of death lives.

Master Chief Faulkner Lauber fell backward behind the bunker, not responding to the call from the communication channel, and silent to the call from Bunny Clive. Yes, he was waiting to die, ignoring any sounds that came into his ears from outside, enjoying the peace of the last moment of his life, waiting for the darkness to slowly erode his vision.

He learned from the conversation between his comrades in the communicator that the reinforcements had arrived, and that the tanks in the distance and the armed shuttles in the sky had been destroyed. bad father.

If that person hadn't fallen in love with other women, his mother wouldn't have been so depressed that she passed away early and disappeared from his life, leaving only those photos that made me sad once I saw them.

He hated that person... But why at the end of his life, all the original anger and hatred disappeared, and instead he missed the old man whom he blocked countless times?

Maybe... this is life, right? Death is terrible, but in a sense, it is also a kind of relief and relief.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and he felt something dragging his body down, from slow to fast, from slow to urgent.

Death came naturally, not as horrible as imagined...

But just when the darkness swallowed him and his consciousness gradually became silent, a ray of light suddenly split the darkness covering his life, tore apart the dim sky, and turned into a hand full of warmth, pulling him out of the bottomless abyss. rise.

His vision regained clarity and his consciousness returned. He felt the weight of his body, the reality of his limbs, and the faint numbness of the wound. After that, he saw the hand that pulled him out of the abyss of death... No, to be precise, it was a beam of light, a somewhat dazzling silver-white beam of light submerged his whole body.

Very warm, very gentle, like a mother's care, a lover's comfort.

Then, he saw a white figure enter the range of the beam of light, and he heard a gentle voice from behind the helmet, "Soldier, now is not the time to be lazy..."

The somewhat blurred face was out of his sight, and there was a faint tingling pain from his blown off right leg.

Being able to feel mental exhaustion, physical pain, and recovery of strength meant that he was still alive and not dead.

The white figure left him and walked towards the trench ahead.

After a few breaths, Faulkner Lauber sat up, like a zombie, staying in place for a long time.

Of course he wasn't a zombie, but he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him, and didn't know what kind of emotion he should use to treat it---the newborn right leg.

In fact, not only the right leg, but also the armor on the outside of the right leg has been restored.

As if dreaming.

He stretched out his right hand and touched it. It was not a dream, and the touch was clear.

He tried to move his right leg, but it didn't work, and the leg didn't move at all, as if welded.

He was not depressed or lost, but was very happy, surprised, and wanted to cry...

That leg didn't move at all because the internal power system was damaged, and it was difficult to move the heavy metal boots by manpower alone. In other words, the existence of the new boots is only to prevent his legs from being exposed to the harsh external environment, not the original accessories of the Lancer II power armor.

The falling rays of light from the sky left his body, and the sound of jet jets moved from near to far.

The Master Chief was awakened by this scene, looked up, and vaguely saw an aircraft of more than 40 meters moving forward slowly, the light from the thrusters illuminated its white paintwork, and also illuminated the big red cross on the hatch at the bottom.

He is very clear that this is definitely not a medical aircraft sent by the Red Cross. That charity organization does not have such strength, and it will not drop one after another on the ground battlefield while treating the wounded. Soldiers of the Monya Marine Corps.

Isn't the reinforcements from the 42nd Fleet and the 87th Fleet? Who would that be? Who can safely break through the gravitational chaos of the wandering planet and drop troops into the ground battlefield?

As soon as this thought turned in his mind, he suddenly thought of a person, and the picture in his memory became clearer and clearer.

"It's him, it must be him...he came to save us..." He couldn't help himself, and he didn't hide his excitement and joy.

"Old man, so you're not dead." Bunyan Clive's joyful voice came from the communicator, and while he was grateful, there was also a trace of doubt.

"I should have died, it was him...he saved me."

"Who is he... You are talking about those who support us..." Bunyan's voice stopped abruptly. It was not the enemy's artillery that interfered with their conversation, but something as dazzling as the sun fell from the sky. Light up the entire front.

The night was swept away, and the blades revolving around the core photosphere and the dark blue crystals on the surface of the blades cast mottled light and shadow on the black rocky ground. Through the phantom formed by the rotating metal blades and light, you can see the burning core... It's not as dazzling as the sun, it was originally a small sun, but the tyrannical light and heat were blocked by external equipment, unable to affect the surrounding The environment has too much influence.

Not only did Bunian Clive stay where he was, but the crew members who survived by chance also stared blankly at it and its beauty.

"It's Tang Fang...it's Tang Fang! He came to save us." Faulkner said loudly.

They were shocked by the name, shocked by the contraption that shone like the sun. But think about it carefully, in such an environment, who can save them from fire and water, who can perform miracles, and wrestle with death? There is only the man in Dilar Star System who gave courage and confidence to many people.

The typhoon missile dragged faint rainbows in the night sky, and landed on the devastated frontline battlefield. The explosive force shattered the rock formation, leaving a big hole in the hard ground, and the Monya soldiers in the power armor of the earth knight were thrown into the sky beside them. , The gravel hit the thick metal armor, crackling.

Amidst the humming of the engine, an inconspicuous light shot down from the sky, like a circling fish, leaving faint smoke trails in the night sky, and landed on the rough ground next to the front wheel of a Saber-toothed Tiger A1 reconnaissance vehicle, bursting into flames The flames and black smoke were wrapped in countless fine sands, and the Saber-toothed Tiger A1 reconnaissance vehicle, which weighed several tons, was blown away by the air waves, rolled all the way, and hit heavily on the raised rock not far away.

The driver of the car was completely pressed under the car and could not move. The gunner slipped out of the car pocket, planed with his hands on the ground, and fell silent after a few breaths. Behind the Saber-toothed Tiger AI armored vehicle was a small team of marines. The rollover accident in front did not affect them much, but the high-speed fragments produced by the recoil rocket explosion were like iron cones chiseled into a wooden board, turning the three people in front into gushing blood. iron sieve.

Only one person reacted in time, relying on the shield of Ulikmi to block the high-speed fragments, and was not blown away or killed. When he avoided the kiss of death, looked up and saw the scene washed by two recoil rockets, he sat down on the blood-stained rocky ground with a bang.

Just now, under the absolute suppression of the Jaguar light tank, the Horned Rhino heavy tank, and the 4 Phantom armed shuttles, the crew of 42-301j was so suppressed that they could not hold their heads up. The number of casualties rose sharply, and those trenches were stained red with blood. .

Monya Marines can easily mow down the enemy, blowing up or capturing trapped weapons and equipment in the Halberd-class light cruiser, simply by rushing across the battlefield and crossing the trenches.

This was originally an easy and comfortable task, and Monya had the upper hand. But before many people understood the situation, the long-range firepower point was taken away, and 4 Phantom armed shuttles crashed.

The situation on the scene reversed. They were attacked by missiles from the rear and lost several armed vehicles in a row. Now it was hit by rockets from the sky, and many people died. What is even more unacceptable is that the slight roar of the engine can be heard, the micro detectors of the power armor, and even the on-board radar of the Saber-toothed Tiger series tanks cannot scan the enemy from the sky, let alone fight back.

The commander has asked his superiors for help, asking them to hold on for a while, but will it help? They don't even know where the enemy is.

At this time, many Monya marines saw the little sun that landed on the front line. Its light was so dazzling that it drove away the darkness covering the entire theater. Its light was so charming that it hit like a sea tide. The Long Night of the Lost Planet.

The rotating blades rotated slowly, the light sphere moved slightly, and the little sun that ignited the entire theater and illuminated the human eyes arrived at the front line, directly facing the slightly chaotic Monya Marine Corps.

"It... what is it? It... what does it do?"

"Bomb? Nuke? Or a superflare?"

"Fight back, fight back... Whatever it is, there's nothing wrong with destroying it."

Noisy voices echoed in the communication band, the commander's voice interrupted the soldiers' discussion, and then the sound of guns resounding through the night sky.

There are still several saber-toothed tiger series armed vehicles, and there are still many soldiers wearing land knight power armor or guardian knight power armor, from 12.7mm guns, to Gatling cannons, to vehicle-mounted rockets. The torrential rain fell on the area where the interferer was located.

The front that had just been covered with light was again tainted by gunpowder.

The wind brought by the flying bullets disrupted the gunpowder smoke, but could not cover the light in the middle. That is not the flame from the explosion of the warhead, but the light of the sun that dyes the gunpowder smoke into gold.

The men of the Monya Marine Corps could not see the scene behind the gunpowder, but Bunny Clive and others who were hiding in the trenches were fortunate to witness the amazing scene ahead.

The three revolving leaves are slightly opened outwards, and the dark blue crystals on the surface radiate a splendor, overwhelming the red flames and black smoke generated by the explosion of the rocket. It turned into a phantom composed entirely of energy matter, leaving the body as if the soul had been shelled out, passed through the smoke cloud in front, turned into a beautiful fire bead, and approached the area where the Monya Marine Corps command vehicle was located at an extremely fast speed.

With a loud bang, terrifying flames swept across the entire area, just like the sun falling from the sky to the mortal world, setting off an indescribable wave of flames in the vast wilderness. The night faded away at this moment, and the darkness hid in the depths of the cave shivering. The scorching air wave wrapped up black fine sand and spread towards the surroundings. In the sky, the power armor made of alloy steel was like a piece of paper ignited by fire, and quickly melted in the light that eroded everything. Even the Ulikmi Shield, which is known for its sturdiness, could not escape the fate of being incinerated.

The power armor is still like this, one can imagine what will happen to the driver inside.

The area where the command vehicle was located was directly transformed into a steelmaking workshop, hot molten iron was flowing on the ground, and huge deep pits were filled with slowly cooling magma, and occasionally one or two bubbles would float up, causing sudden bright flashes.

Including the captain of 42-301j, Bunyan Clive, and Faulkner Lauber, who walked over with one leg, they were all startled by the golden sphere wrapped in rotating leaves in front of the trench.

What the hell is this? How does it have such power? That is simply a small nuclear bomb, no... even a small nuclear bomb cannot cause such a powerful thermal damage. The power of nuclear bombs in the thin atmosphere environment of wandering planets is far less than that of ordinary habitable stars. Even if the thermal radiation is improved, the heat damage caused by the small sun is not as high.

It created a pool of magma directly on the surface of the icy planet.

"God." Someone sat down on the ground all of a sudden, leaning his back against the wall of the trench, and drew the holy cross on his chest with his hands.

Fortunately, Little Sun's target is the Monya Marine Corps. If it were them, everyone in the trench would have been reduced to ashes. (To be continued.)

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