Chapter 603 A Battlefield Like a Meat Grinder (1/2)

A bomber formation composed of twelve "Dragonfly" transport aircraft passed over the bombing area marked on the map.

The Pig Brothers, who were experienced pilots, were still the team leaders, piloting the lead aircraft in front, and the remaining eleven wingmen followed in formation.

Integrate flight parameters such as altitude, speed, angle of entry, wind speed, etc. into the formula to calculate the approximate bomb delivery distance. The lead aircraft sends a bomb release signal to each wingman, then opens the hatch, and the bomb release hand releases the bombs that have been installed on the rails one by one. Just slide down.

Although using a transport plane to move bombs is a bit ridiculous in every sense, the lack of accuracy can be made up for by quantity.

Aerial bombs fell like dumplings towards the city in the marked area, and soon balls of orange-red fire exploded between the abandoned roads and high-rise buildings.

Most of the tall buildings left over from the Age of Prosperity are extremely sturdy.

Even after two hundred years of weathering and a round of carpet bombing, most buildings still maintain their main structures intact.

There was only one 100-meter-tall building. The load-bearing structure was probably hit by an aerial bomb. It began to slowly collapse from a certain floor in the middle to the north.

Looking at the scene that looked like the ground was shattering that day, and the billowing dust that blew away the haze and floated hundreds of meters up, Brother Bing and Huo Zi, who was standing by the cabin window, couldn't help but click his tongue.

"I'm just going to... deal with a sniper?"

Although this is also done in reality, most of them involve throwing a guided missile or firing a few grenades.

It is rare to spend such money to send a bomber formation to deal with a sniper.

This is more or less like using a cannon to kill mosquitoes.

The unprofessional man snorted with a smile and made a joke in the communication channel.

"Use your little brain and think about it carefully. Will mutants use sniper guns? And it's such a heavy fog."

Brother Bing and Huozi slapped his head.

"Hiss... when you say that, I will understand."

He subconsciously brought it into reality. Of course, it is impossible to do such nonsense in reality, but this is in a game after all.

The group of guys hiding nearby and making small moves must be the little mice from the Torch Church. No matter what the hell they were up to, a slap in the face was the right thing to do.

The only thing that surprised him was that he didn't expect the NPC's thinking to be so clear.

The chatter from other players on the plane came from the communication channel.

"The fog is also too heavy and I can't see the situation on the ground at all."

"Can you blow that guy to death?"

"Then I have to ask the brothers on the ground to keep their eyes open and look for it!" Unprofessional Fanman laughed, tilted the control stick, and led the bomber formation back towards the airport on the ground.

After a pause, he continued.

"Let's think about how to land first."

Landing in fog was not difficult for him, but those rookies had a different story.

I hope there will be two fewer falls by then.

I hope the ground crew won’t scold me...

…

The hundreds of meters tall building was broken in the middle, and when viewed from the sky, it looked like a half-cut piece of tofu.

However, looking from the ground, it is a square mountain.

Even though the war zone was hundreds of meters away, the blown sand and stones still hit the heads of the warring parties and rained down again.

The violent airflow temporarily blew away the spore clouds floating in the air.

The mutant soldiers' eyes widened, and they opened their mouths unconsciously as they looked in the direction of the collapse of the high-rise building. They ate a mouthful of ashes without noticing at all.

What happened there? !

The players also stopped firing for a while, and couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the shocking scene.

"...Awesome, what if this was made into a CG bunker!"

"666!"

"It's such a bunker!" Shuke, who was driving a helicopter, complained in a fit of laughter and tears while reloading the machine gun. "First think about how to get past this level!"

Beta, who was driving a toy car, was lying next to him.

This brother was probably thinking that such a heavy fog would be fine, and planned to run over and show his hands to repair the car, but he was shot in the head.

He hurriedly stepped forward and pulled the person back, but the person's brain had been shattered and he was probably sitting at home in a daze at the moment, not knowing what was going on.

The Chimera armored vehicle broke down in the middle of the road and continued to fire at the mutant positions to provide suppressive firepower.

However, the mutants also learned well and no longer confronted them head-on. Instead, they hid in the alleys on both sides of the street and penetrated from both sides to surround them.

"By the way, why don't those plane pilots help us with their bombings?" He wiped the ashes from his face and cursed.

Shuke, who flew the helicopter, rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to go to the forum and have a bad mouth?"

Crouching on the other side of the street were the brothers of the Death Corps. Hearing their shouts, they laughed and made a joke.

"Remember to ask Brother Mosquito to close down your friends before dropping the bomb!"

"Hahaha!"

"What other functions does this game have?"

Although they were trapped in a dilemma, the players guarding here did not feel nervous at all.

Since the bombers helped them deal with the snipers in the distance, it meant that the command center had noticed their situation.

More support is on the way.

They just had to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

The brief rest was broken by a gunshot.

The two sides in the street fight resumed the exchange of fire, and flickering tracers shuttled freely through the narrow streets.

Are those green-skinned beasts really stupid? They managed to paralyze a fire-breathing iron box, so naturally they are not willing to let this guy go easily.

A hundred-man team that had been defeated from other fronts was quickly pulled here, and a group of growling mutants rushed towards it.

As long as they can open a gap in the alliance's offensive, they can save this defense line that is on the verge of collapse.

However, what stood in front of them at this moment was not just a broken down Chimera, but also an expanded centurion of the Death Corps.

Although the equipment of these guys is not as good as that of other corps, and their sequence levels are not outstanding, they are all ruthless characters who are not afraid of death.

And he is also a master of street fighting!

Each of them was armed with a spray gun or a submachine gun, and some were holding bolt-action rifles with bayonets inserted into them. They fought hand-to-hand with the mutant soldiers in the alleys.

The mallet-wielding mutant had just smashed an unlucky guy's skull, and before he could taste what it was like, a guy with a shotgun opened his skull.

Some players struggled with the mutants and simply detonated their explosives, and the two of them instantly turned into a rain of blood.

Even mutants who live a barbaric life of eating hair and drinking blood can't help but show a hint of panic in front of this barbaric fighting style.

These people are crazy!

The ten-meter-long alley was filled with broken limbs and corpses. The sticky blood and organs turned the place into a dark swamp, and the gunfire showed no sign of stopping.

Just when the battle between the two sides was getting intense, rapid and compact gunfire suddenly came from the other side of the street.

“Bang bang bang—!”

Thick and long bolts of lightning rushed towards the mutant who rushed out of the alley, and the knotted muscles instantly exploded into pieces of fragmented rain of blood.

"Roar--!"

A mutant with red eyes roared and threw the lit explosive bag in his hand towards the broken down armored vehicle.

The bulging explosive bag was the size of a school bag, and the outside was coated with black tar that could stick to the surface of the armor.

"Fuck!"

Shuke, who was flying a helicopter, cursed when he saw this. Without saying a word, he threw away the machine gun and rushed forward. He tore off the explosive package hanging on the armor surface and threw it to the ground.

Almost the moment he fell down, the fire from the explosion tore his whole body into pieces, making a clanging sound when he hit the armor of the armored vehicle.

If it were to detonate against the armored surface, 80% of even a tank would be destroyed, let alone a thin-skinned armored vehicle.

The mutant's eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out. He obviously didn't expect that in just three seconds, the iron box that was almost certain to die would be saved.

But there was no time for him to be surprised.

At the same time as the explosive pack exploded, a shuttle of armor-piercing incendiary bombs swept over it, instantly turning it into a puddle of minced meat.

"Shuke!!!"

Looking at Shuke who was blown up to nothing, Shrimp Pig Heart let out a howl of grief and indignation, rushed to the alley with an assault rifle and fired suddenly, but unfortunately he was shot alone.

The mutants saw another armored vehicle coming towards them and understood that they had lost their last chance.

The leading mutant howled first, and the minions who were lying behind the bunker and firing cursed and said harsh words and left the bunker and retreated.

Except for a few red-eyed guys who were still fighting furiously, most of the green-skinned animals retreated towards the southern defense line.

Seeing that the mutants began to retreat, Canyon's fugitive mole stepped on the driver and asked the brother to drive his car in front of the broken down Chimera, chasing the retreating mutant soldiers and sweeping two shuttles.

The hatch at the back of the car opened outwards, and the Elf King Fugui and Irena jumped out, spread out to the bunkers on both sides of the armored car and set up their guns.

One of the players who knew how to repair cars quickly ran to the broken down Chimera armored vehicle, carrying a toolbox.

After removing the body of the engineer whose head had been exploded, he used tools to open the hood and immediately started working with a wrench and screwdriver.

Leaning out half of his body from the turret, Mole looked up at the bombed city area and smacked his tongue.

Then he looked at the player who was repairing the car and shouted.

"How's it going? Can it be fixed?"

The player who was busy responded without looking back.

"There's a hole in the engine casing... I'll give it a try. It should be fine to move, but the power may have to be cut in half."

"Then I'll leave this place to you. Just drive back to the base if you can."

"OK!"

The player repairing the car raised the wrench in his hand and responded. Mole was about to retract into the armored car when the debtor of the Death Corps walked over with a rifle in his arms.

Before he could speak, Elf King Fugui opened his eyes wide as if seeing a precious animal, and said with a playful smile.

"Hey, Big Eyes?! Why are you here?"

Not hearing the underlying meaning, the debtor smiled with big eyes and said ostentatiously.

"Tch, I came here four days ago, okay?"

Irena looked back with a funny look on her face.

"I thought you lost contact."

"Get lost, you lost contact! Your whole family has lost contact!"

After understanding the guy's expression for a moment, the debtor rolled his eyes angrily, then looked at the mole who was sitting in the turret watching the excitement and shouted.

"Brother, we have taken on a new mission here, and we don't have enough manpower left. Can you help me when you have time?"

Thinking that Brother Chicken probably wouldn't be able to use him, and he was just completely crazy and having fun at the moment, Mole looked at him with interest and asked.

"What mission?"

"Support the brothers of the Burning Legion."

"Those monsters still need support?"

"That's the mission briefing. They encountered some trouble in the bombing area... They can't be contacted at the moment. The command team speculates that it is probably someone from the Torch Church who did it."

It seems that I am extremely lonely.

The Mole touched his chin.

"Is communication blocked?"

Debt-eyed: "Probably."

"Okay, I'll get a few people to join us."

With his index finger tapping his ear, Mole calmly ordered while looking at the map on the VM.

"Attention groups 2 and 4, there is a new mission, please go to the map point to gather immediately. In addition, there is communication interference in the target area and activate a backup contact plan!"

The so-called backup communication plan is to leave an infantryman offline at all times to serve as a human radio station and use group chat to exchange frontline intelligence.

Two neat answers came quickly from the communication channel.

"receive!"

Mole, who hung up the communication, didn't hesitate at all. He gave Big Eye a sign to follow, and shouted to the brothers on the street.

"You guys stay here for a while. My brothers from the Death Corps and I will go have a look and come back."

Holding his rifle and staring at the empty street ahead, Elf King Fugui turned his back to the Chimera armored vehicle behind him and shouted.

"Ook!"

…

at the same time.

In the urban area 600 meters away from the westernmost side of the front line, the streets that had been visited by bombers were in a mess. There were black craters and cracked walls everywhere, and a few clusters of unextinguished flames were swaying on the twisted steel bars and concrete. .

Several bloody corpses were cluttered on the ground. Judging from their appearance, they should be the alien species wandering in this neighborhood. They were caught up in the explosion just now, and only these little things were left.

Few organisms exposed outside the bunker survived.

After breaking open the broken metal door panel, the red tapir walked out of the ruins with black lines on his head. He greedily took a breath of fresh air, but was choked by the more pungent smell of gunpowder and coughed twice violently. .

"Damn that bastard!"

Fortunately, he had reacted quickly enough and he and his partner quickly evacuated to the stairwell with a strong structure, otherwise everyone would have been almost killed.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to scold the old man, only half-speak, and run away while he was patronizing.

In short, it is no longer safe here. We must retreat to a safe area first...

The moment he stepped on the street with his right foot, a warning sign suddenly came to his mind. The red tapir reflexively rolled over and hid behind the concrete debris on the roadside.

Almost as soon as he ducked behind the concrete wreckage, an arrow nailed the spot where he had been standing.

Seeing the arrow, Red Tapir glanced at the corner of his mouth with disdain, but the mocking expression instantly froze on his face before it stayed for 0.5 seconds.

From the corner of his eye, he vaguely caught a glimpse of a faint red light!

"Grass--"

There was no time to dodge, he only heard a "click" sound, and the arrow instantly exploded into a ball of fire, and the raging shock wave carried steel balls and shot them around.

The surging air waves hit the breastplate, and the red tapir, which had received a solid blow, felt its internal organs trembling.

Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, he still suffered some minor injuries.

Without enough time to deal with the wounds caused by the fragments, he pulled out the smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, then staggered to another safer bunker.

Clicking on the helmet's communication button, he roared in the communication channel.

"Tang He! Find me the archery guy! Tang He?"

There was no response on the comm channel.

Red Tapir's face froze, and he immediately realized that it was Arzu who had done this, and he cursed.

"What a dog-like old thing..."

That guy is probably planning to "let the dog out".

Those guys with underdeveloped cerebellums can't tell the difference between friend and foe, and will just randomly pick up moving objects and stuff them into their mouths.

He needs to get out of here as soon as possible!

On the other side, looking at the guy who dodged the fatal blow, a trace of surprise appeared on Fang Chang's face, but it was just surprise.

Want to run?

"Haha, look where you're going!"

At the same time after the bombing, he and Lao Bai, a total of twenty players, arrived in the area by helicopter and started searching.

Now that he has discovered the target's location, he must not be able to let this guy run away.

"Lao Bai... the person is right in front of me. He is confirmed to be an apostle of the Torch Church. The location has been marked on the map, Lao Bai?"

There was only the rustling sound of electricity in the communication channel.

Fang Chang looked slightly solemn.

Communication blocking?

"day!"

Cursing secretly, he took out another explosive arrow and put it on the bowstring of the Dawn Compound Bow. He lowered his body and pressed towards the bunker where the target was hiding.

Nearby teammates must have heard the sound of the firefight and are rushing towards the area.

He had to get there before the apostle escaped.

Hold that guy down!

However, at this moment, a deafening roar penetrated the fog, and gunshots were heard from the street not far away.

Fang Chang stopped involuntarily, looked over there suddenly, and then his pupils shrank to a point.

I saw a fat giant standing in the middle of the street. His right arm was a tentacle as thick as a python, and his left arm was a big hand made of steel.

The pieces of flesh on its body were like worms, twisting and swelling unconsciously, stirring up strange power in the gray-green mist.

The murderous dagger wielding two big fists of iron pots punched it hard in the chest, and the exhaust pipe on the shoulder blade also sprayed out tail flames accelerated by nitrogen.

However, this destructive power, which could knock over an armored vehicle, only caused ripples on the mountain of flesh made of maggots.

The fat giant let out a dull cry, but did not take a step back.

Faintly, Fang Chang heard the strange cry of Brother Shadagger.

"What the hell?! What the hell is this-"

Before he could finish his words, a tentacle as fast as lightning struck his chest, knocking him away like a baseball, and he fell heavily to the ground and lost consciousness.

Fang Chang stared at the monster intently and couldn't help but swallow.

"'Butcher'……?"

No--

This thing is even more curious than the fruiting body of the mutant slime mold in Qingquan City!

Not only is the size several times larger, but the destructive power has also obviously increased by more than one order of magnitude! It is somewhat similar to the evolved body in the previous wave.

Seeing the mountain of flesh moving towards Brother Shadagger, Fang Chang knew that he could not wait any longer and shot an arrow towards the monster's face without hesitation.

The explosive fire exploded in front of the monster's face, blowing its head into pieces and flying out.

Fang Chang was slightly startled when he saw this.

His explosive arrow only has a few dozen grams of explosive charge, which is probably a little more than an ordinary fragmentation grenade.

When did you become so awesome?

Just as he expected, things were not as simple as he thought.

I saw that the monster with its head blown off looked like it was nothing, and its huge body did not even sway.

Then, as if controlled by some autonomous consciousness, the squirming lumps of meat swarmed toward the shoulders of the mountain of meat like crawling earthworms.

In less than ten seconds, an abstract head grew again on the empty shoulders. And if you look closely at the blown-up remains, you can see that they are not skull fragments at all, but maggot-like pieces of flesh.

Some of them were blown apart, but many more were still alive.

Abandoned, they stubbornly twisted their broken bodies and climbed towards the mountain of flesh, as if they wanted to become part of that body again.

Seeing this incredible scene, Fang Chang's eyes widened.

What kind of outrageous black technology is this? !

And where did this guy come from? !

What made his scalp numb the most was not this——

Those empty eyes looked towards him.

Although there was a distance of tens of meters and a heavy gray-green fog, Fang Chang could clearly feel that he had successfully taken away the hatred of the BOSS.

The wavy, wriggling tentacles were like seaweed floating in the water, but he had seen how fast that thing moved.

Brother Shadagger, who took a beating, still hasn’t gotten up yet!

"Is this another BOSS battle..."

Fang Chang's eyes gradually lit up with fighting spirit. He took out another arrow with an orange label from his quiver and placed it on the bowstring of the mechanical compound bow.

It was a burning arrow that was concentrated with solid hydrogen and high-performance kerosene. It could easily create a fire field several meters wide on the ground.

Since explosion doesn’t work——

Then use fire!

…

In a building several hundred meters away from the bombing zone, Arzu stood in a different place and stared at the bustling city with an expressionless face, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect to be able to stop the Alliance's most elite troops with a mere servant, without even thinking that those guys were members of the Burning Legion.

Still, it's more than enough to create some chaos and help that idiot from the Tribunal escape.

Although he didn't really like those two fools who failed to achieve anything but failed, it would be a problem for him if they were caught alive instead of dying under the bombing.

I hope they can learn a little lesson from this failure and temper their exuberant self-confidence a little.

Their enemies are not easy to deal with, and are completely different from those idiotic natives.

That Vault 404, which even he had never heard of, might be more dangerous than companies and colleges.

The idiots in the Tribunal should have figured this out a year ago.

At this time, footsteps came from behind him.

An old man with a stooped body and wrinkles on his face walked behind him and stopped.

The old man's skin was dark green, and he was wearing a strangely patterned ceremonial robe.

You can tell by his appearance that he is a mutant.

However, just by looking at his appearance, no one could guess how long he lived.

Looking at Arzu's back, he sighed softly, lowered his eyebrows slightly and said.

"The Alliance's people are somehow endless, and our tribe has suffered heavy casualties. If this continues, we may lose this war."

Arzu looked back at the aging mutant, stared at the cloudy eyes, and suddenly said.

"Gomo."

"What's wrong."

"Do you want to restore the glory of Singularity City?"

There was a hint of confusion in that voice.

Gomo frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and spoke softly.

"I've never dreamed of it."

"Then advise your child for me."

Arzu withdrew his gaze from his face and continued to look at the dense fog-shrouded city in the distance. He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued.

"Let him hold on a little longer."

"Soon, the Son will grant him power comparable to that of the gods."