Chapter 96 Poisonous Sickle and Poisonous Locust

Who is this person?

Owen was startled and thought about it for a while, but then he remembered it. The man's name is Hassan Jasir, an Arab of West Asian descent.

He didn't know what was in the three trucks, but at the beginning of the mission, he saw Hassan Jasser get on the truck in the middle with his own eyes. Dr. Jasle.

Owen didn't know what kind of doctor he was engaged in, but this didn't prevent him from making a correct judgment. An old man in his 60s brought his research team to the battlefield? What is he going to do? This is tantamount to suicide!

"Dr. Jasell, I'm sorry, I don't have time to joke with you now. My mission is to escort you and your team members to Root Bay, not to send you to the battlefield to commit suicide."

"Lieutenant Owen, you underestimate us too." Jasir sneered: "Aren't you curious about what's in the truck? Today, I'll let you open your eyes."

As soon as Jasell's voice fell, Owen didn't have time to reply, only to hear a low and powerful sound of jets behind him. He turned his head to look, and the outer armor of the two front trucks was peeling off, and the nearly 18-meter-long rear compartment seemed to be in full bloom. Flowers unfold slowly.

Inside the carriage, a row of peculiarly shaped objects appeared in front of them. They have four slender, spider-like legs with eagle-like claws, and their toes and joints are made up of numerous shock-absorbing parts.

The main torso is divided into two parts, one part is a ring-shaped load-bearing chassis connecting the four legs, with lighting fixtures and multifunctional cartridges for launching grenades, smoke bombs, and signal bombs. The other part is the cockpit, with an internal space of about 12 square meters, which can accommodate 3 people. It is completely made of transparent high-strength glass alloy material, with a flat bottom and an upper arc, and the whole body is semi-circular. The plane is connected to the load-bearing chassis. The left, right, rear There is a 12.7MM slidable rotary cannon in each of the three locations, which can rotate 360 ​​degrees to form an all-round fire coverage network.

"OH, SHIT! What the hell is this." Owen couldn't help but burst out, it was the first time he had seen an armed vehicle like this.

"We call it a poisonous scythe." Jasle said triumphantly, in a tone that sounded like a mother who shows off to outsiders how good her child is, how good her grades are, how high her salary is, and her vanity is extremely inflated.

"Poison sickle?"

"Yes, ruthless like a viper, reaping enemies like a scythe."

As soon as Jasell's voice fell, the poisonous sickles stood up one after another, pressed their four feet on the ground, the joints were slightly bent, and the bounce system was activated. It flew out diagonally.

This jump is more than 100 meters, directly over the road guardrail, and landed on the gentle slope.

The slender legs of the poisonous sickle are cast from a special alloy with extremely high toughness. By matching various balance components, they form a self-adjusting suspension device. Even on slopes, they are as fast as tigers and wolves.

Owen was still surprised, only to hear the sound of jets coming from behind him. The outer armor of the last truck was also peeling off, and straight gaps were cracked in the carriage. The modules like honeycombs slowly stretched out. Flashing, one drone after another swarmed out like a swarm.

This is a balance-wing turbine helicopter that is only more than 30 centimeters long, with a round metal ball hanging below it.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of planes flew out of the carriage. Owen swallowed hard, his eyes shifted to the car body, and through the gap between the honeycomb modules, he vaguely saw a few people sitting inside the car,

They wear helmet-like devices on top of their heads, with rubber tubes of varying thicknesses sticking through them.

"Brain wave remote control?" He was stunned. Isn't this thing still in the experimental stage? Why did it suddenly come into use?

Jasell did not give an explanation, because the battle in the distance had already started. The poisonous sickle leaped several times in a row and appeared on the southern slope in a blink of an eye, shooting out rows of flames toward the hard-to-see places.

As for those turbo drones, they turned their heads to the north, like locusts filling the sky, spreading to the north slope in an overwhelming trend. At this time, the front side baffle of the round metal ball has been opened, and below the central high-power optical lens, a structure similar to a howitzer barrel slowly protrudes forward.

Then Owen saw an extremely terrifying scene. With the dense firecracker-like light on, hundreds of MINI-type missiles were fired from the barrel, like a wandering dragon, leaving a trail of curved and rotating smoke trails in the air. , plunged into the top of the North Slope.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A series of sounds came out, and rows of flames emerged like waves, and the explosions threw balls of stone chips, which fell from the air like rain, and hit the ground with a "thumping" sound.

After experiencing the initial surprise, a sneer slowly appeared on Owen's face: "Kill, kill, kill all this garbage!"

...

Unlike Owen's times, for Grant, this sudden change represented a great crisis.

The poisonous sickle was like a super kangaroo that fell from the sky, and the 12.7MM caliber bullets vented out, rolling up bloody storms one after another in the crowd.

There are only 60 people in the entire southern slope, including him. The 10 poisonous sickles are like agricultural harvesters. The casualties continued, screams were everywhere, and blood spread vertically and horizontally along the gaps between the stones.

Those are his brothers, brothers who share weal and woe. Just now, I was still enjoying the wine, talking about the battle of spirits in the early years, and the past. But now, in the blink of an eye, they all fell to the ground one by one, unable to move, speak, pat him on the shoulder affectionately, and call out affectionately, "Boss, have a cigarette. Pump." The icy corpse.

He had thought about casualties, and thought about parting, but he never thought it would be such a one-sided slaughter. A perfect ambush that was supposed to be guaranteed, turned out to be a shocking reversal.

Why? Why isn't that thing in the car, but this weird, deadly machine?

"Boss, no... it's not good, our casualties are heavy, the brothers can't stand it anymore." There was a hurried shout from the walkie-talkie, it was Walton's voice, and he was assigned to the North Slope to serve as the Combat Commander.

"Boom..."

"Thumbs up..."

The sound of the explosion and the roar of the guns were loud, and Walton's voice was drowned out by a dense rain of gravel. Owen raised his head and looked towards a poisonous sickle in front of him. The three machine guns turned back and forth with the rotating seats in the glass cabin, and the machine gun barrels spun rapidly, spraying flames around at a speed of 3,000 rounds per minute.

Rifle bullets can't break their defenses at all. The glass cabin looks weak, but it is actually much stronger than ordinary armored vehicles. In the face of rockets, they can escape safely with a single jump.

He turned his head and looked towards the north slope again. The locust-like drones were all over the sky, and the black layer was like a deadly plague gushing out of a Pandora's box, making people panic.

Those MINI missiles were like hailstones, and they were bombarding the north slope. The simple missile vehicles were like weak sheep without resistance in front of them. Fiery steel junk.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air. The screams of the companions, the calls for help from the wounded, and the noise from the walkie-talkie were all pale and powerless in the sound of bullets from the poisonous sickle.

In just three or four minutes, the original team of 60 people was already less than 20. The brothers were still stubbornly resisting, trying to gain time for the evacuation of the wounded. However, in the face of these reapers with powerful firepower and excellent mobility, their counterattacks are so weak.

"Monroe, go and tell old John, tell him to contact Montgomery, and prepare for a strategic retreat!" Grant grabbed the young man beside him and pushed him to the bottom of the slope.

Although it wasn't that thing in the truck, in the face of this combat machine and the small unmanned fighter jets flying like locusts, Montgomery and the others would definitely suffer a lot.

"Boss, then you..." the young Monroe said hesitantly.

"Don't mind me, let's go!" Grant glared at him viciously, grabbed the rocket launcher beside him, and ran towards a poisonous sickle on the left.

At the foot of the poisonous sickle, there was a young man who was shot in the shoulder. There was a layer of blood on his short hair, and the bright red liquid ticked on his shoulder.

It's Joey, the younger brother of his late wife Serena!

Grant picked up the rocket launcher and pulled the trigger with a loud roar.

When Serena left, she promised to take good care of Joey, at least, not to let him die in front of her.

The rocket pulled a smoke trail in the air and flew straight towards the target. In the glass cabin of the poisonous sickle, the driver facing Grant gave a sneer, raised the joystick, and the nearly four-meter-high behemoth flew up. While dodging the rocket, a "bang" landed on his right. side.

When Grant turned his head to look, a machine gun in front had locked his body, and inside the glass cabin, the corner of the driver's mouth curved into a mocking smile.

"Boss, be careful." A rough voice exploded in his ears.

Grant only felt a strong surge from his shoulders, his body lost his balance, and he fell to the right. As he leaned, he saw a tall figure taking his place.

Immediately afterwards, the muzzle flashed again and again, the tall back fell straight, blood poured out from his front chest, sprinkled on the hot ground, leaving a row of crimson.

"Grey!" Grant shouted, choked with grief and pity.

As if hearing his call, Gray turned his head with difficulty, a gratified smile appeared on his blood-smeared face, and said intermittently: "Boss... this day next year, remember... bring me a pot... a pot Old wine brewed by old John himself, and... and, don't forget our... promise..." The voice gradually faded.

Another companion was sacrificed. As for the poisonous sickle on the opposite side, the rifle bullet shot by Gray hit the glass cabin, but it only wiped out a few sparks, leaving a line of fine scratches.

Grant nodded with tears in his eyes, got up, and shouted to Joey, "Retreat, split up..."

...

When Grant led Joey and others to retreat, the roar of the locomotive echoed in the small block of the town.

"Hey..." With the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the ground, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and then, the door of the bar was slammed open, and Monroe, with a large mass of blood on his clothes, appeared in Aros and others. before.

"Old John, hurry up... inform Montgomery to take precautions, the information is wrong, that thing is not in the car."

"Monroe, what happened?" Seeing the blood on his body, Old John's hand wiping the cup shook, and he almost couldn't hold it and broke it.

Monroe wiped the sweat from his forehead with his bloody sleeve: "Alas, there are new military weapons hidden in the truck, and the leader is leading people desperately to resist, let me come back first to report."

"Bangdang." The cup fell on the bar, and there was a muffled sound, facing the suspicious eyes of Aros and Hausen. Old John didn't care to say more, turned his head to open a side door behind him, and rushed in.

Monroe picked up half of the leftover whiskey on the table, poured it into his mouth, turned around and walked towards the door.

Little Sam jumped off the bar chair: "Brother Monroe, I'm going too."

"You can't, stay here." Monroe scolded loudly, his blood-stained face a little grim.

"No, I'm going." Little Sam turned a blind eye, his eyes were firm and determined: "I'm going, I have to go, except for my brother, you are my closest and dearest people, I don't want to just watch it. You die, but you can't do anything by yourself. Brother Monroe, I don't want to hide, I'm a bystander, I'm one of you, even if I die, I'll stay by your side."

"Giggle, giggle." Hausen's five fingers were slightly bent, and the small square cup made a "giggle" sound. Aros sighed and looked at Tang Fang on the left: "Tang Fang, if it were you, what would you choose?"

Just then, he noticed that the young man's fingers on the sofa moved slightly.