Chapter 605: Robot’s Thoughts

Two large cities were covered by flames of war. The slave survivors who escaped from the factory ran desperately in the rubble and cement ruins. Many survivors picked up the guns dropped by the dead humans but didn't know whether to fire at the robots. Occasionally, some survivors shot the robots in a daze, and then they were shot to death.

Some survivors escaped from the city like a devil's cave, and some survivors stayed here...

At the intersection where bullets were flying, a woman was lying in a pool of blood next to a collapsed building. The bright red blood dyed the cement concrete red. The breeze blew, and the woman's hair was still swaying in the wind.

"Wuwuwu... Wuwuwu... Mom... Wuwuwu..."

Beside the dead woman, there was a little boy over two years old sitting on the ground crying. His dirty little hands kept pushing the woman, but the woman didn't move. Cement slag kept flying around the little boy. It was the dust stirred up by the stray bullets hitting the concrete. Now the little boy was in the middle of the constructed soldiers and mechanical soldiers. There was a stream of light flying over his head! The sound of bullets cutting through the air flow was endless!

Among them, one combat robot stared at the little boy for a long time, and the boy couldn't come over by himself after shouting continuously, so the combat robot made its own decision...

"Cover me!"

After saying that, the combat robot got out of the ruins of the building, bent down and rushed towards the little boy in the hail of bullets. He was constantly shot while running, but fortunately the bullets were bounced off by the armor bevel and he was not injured.

After drilling through the concrete wall and over the broken car, the combat robot quickly and flexibly came to the side of the intersection with a machine gun and suddenly jumped to the bomb pit where the little boy was. After drilling into the bomb pit, it quickly raised its gun and fired to kill several surrounding constructed soldiers. The combat robot's shooting skills are much better than these modified humans.

"Young human! Get ready to leave here now! It's dangerous here!"

"Woo woo woo..."

The child was still crying, wiping his tears with his hands, making his face dirty and covered with dust.

Bang bang bang! Three bursts of fire killed a constructed soldier who rushed over. After analysis, the combat robot believed that the young human's IQ was not perfect, so he could not distinguish the situation, so he simply decided to take the little boy away. After continuous strafing, the constructed soldiers in the opposite building were unable to raise their heads, and then they immediately turned around to grab the little boy.

"Woo woo... Mom..."

The combat robot exerted force, but the little boy still held the dead woman's sleeve tightly and refused to let go. This pull actually pulled the dead woman up. You can imagine how much strength a two-year-old child needs to do this.

"Young human! Let go!"

The combat robot shouted and fired continuously. Its mechanical soldier comrades behind also fired fiercely to cover and even called for air support. The combat robot had no choice but to use the bayonet of the gun to cut the woman's clothes, and quickly ran to its own position with the little boy in its arms. During the running process, the surroundings were constantly hit by bullets, and even the back armor was clanged and hit by three bullets.

"Mom..."

Boom! Smoke and dust rose from the bomb crater where the woman's body was. A shell exploded and shattered everything...

Using the smoke and dust to cover the combat robot, it quickly ran into the bunker, secretly rejoicing that it had finally saved a weak young life. It opened its arms in joy, and the scene in front of it froze the combat robot's mechanical eyes. The little boy had stopped breathing, and his brain was damaged and dead after being hit by shrapnel from a shell. Even if there were nanorobots, they could not save him. The tears in his eyes were still there, and his little hands were tightly grasping a torn sleeve.

"Why..."

The computer of the combat robot Spark holding the little boy's body was in chaos. The scene of the little boy crying and pulling the woman's sleeve was constantly replayed. He had saved him, but why did he die?

There was a huge explosion outside and the sound of a building collapsing. A fighter robot dropped a high-explosive bomb on the building, burying all the constructed soldiers inside. The combat robot still sat in the corner and stared blankly at the body of the little boy in his arms, which was gradually getting cold and stiff. The whistling of the fighter and the explosion did not move this combat robot in a strange state.

The cold mechanical hand slowly raised, and the dark gray mechanical fingers slowly touched the little boy's dirty face full of tears, gently wiped off the dust, and finally slowly brushed his eyes to let the little boy close his eyes...

"What's wrong with you?" asked the combat robot comrade next to him.

The combat robot holding the body of the little boy said nothing. After the outside calmed down, he walked out with the body and returned to the bomb crater where the little boy was found. The mechanical hand dug the soil, put the little boy in the pit, and then buried him. The combat robot thought that the woman was the little boy's mother and the child should be with his mother.

Standing quietly in the bomb crater for a while, the combat robot took the machine gun and followed the team to continue the attack, but if someone observed carefully, they would find that this combat robot had some more human-like actions, such as being careful not to step on the bodies of the survivors on the ground...

The war continued.

At a military airport outside the city, the Galaxy Guardians quickly occupied the airport after landing with the mechanical soldiers. They were flexible, agile, and had strong perception. The members of the Guardians earned enough points during the attack. As animals who rarely travel abroad, they took the opportunity to take pictures here.

While playing, the raccoons saw the famous Type 52 bomber of the Eagle Empire. This big guy, known as the Stratospheric Fortress, has eight jet engines and a bomb load of about 30 tons. It is definitely a large-scale bombing weapon.

"Squeak~" The little raccoon whose fur had not yet fully grown pointed at the Type 52 bomber, his eyes eager to try.

The other seven little raccoons nodded vigorously.

The four big cats wanted to take the opportunity to take a nap, Feng Xiaoer lay on the ground with his tongue out and panted heavily, and only eight little raccoons wanted to play with the new big toys. Fortunately, after checking, they found that the bomb bay was already full of conventional bombs. Maybe they were planning to bomb the mechanical army, but they didn't expect to be captured before they even took off. The excited little raccoons went to get the refueling truck and happily refueled the bomber. It can be foreseen that another suicide attempt is about to begin.

As for whether the bomber had undergone maintenance inspection or whether it was suitable for flying, the raccoons didn't care. Since they couldn't play with space battleships for the time being, it was still good to play with bombers. After refueling, the raccoons wearing headphones and goggles climbed onto the bomber. The outrageous thing was that they read the downloaded Type 52 bomber operation manual while climbing...

The cockpit was very large, and a group of raccoons sat in their respective seats, and the mechanical soldiers kindly helped the eight raccoons clear the runway and turn on the runway lights.