When Mueller was a child, he yearned for the scene of a group of people happily opening tanks. Even when he was only six years old, his grandfather took him into the tank cabin. However, after he grew up and entered the military academy to study and actually experienced old tanks such as Riemanlus, he realized that a large number of people is not completely a good thing for combat, and the human loading that looks very "reliable" may not be really reliable.
"Lock the target!"
"Open fire!"
The long gun barrel turned to the Mercedes-Benz truck, and after pausing for 2 seconds, he let out a roar.
In an instant, the front of the huge truck was torn apart and then turned into a huge ball of fire. The green skins standing in the truck's bucket were all thrown to a height of dozens of meters or flew to somewhere.
"Enemy infantry cluster! High explosive bomb!"
"High explosion bomb, loading!"
"Open fire!"
As the car body shook slightly, a ball of flames rose in the distance, and the huge explosion impact instantly wiped off more than a dozen green skins and tore them apart dozens of them next to them.
The characteristic of green skin love is now a fatal flaw.
At the same time, the petrified lizards and the two-legged flying dragons also began to suppress the shooting. The death barrage they compiled swept across the earth and became a wall of destruction. Countless vehicles, the green skins were destroyed in the explosion and soared into the sky, while the tanks' tracks continued to crush forward.
Bombardment, strafing, destroy every green thing you see.
Faced with such a fierce iron fist, the green skins were directly beaten to the point of being dazzled. The light weapons in their hands could not threaten the other party at all, and the heavy weapons were fired before they could be used.
Of course, some green skins creatively lie on the ground and pretend to die. When the tank comes, they will use the big stick in their hand, namely the blasting tube.
Mueller's tanks rolled up the charred corpses all the way forward, and the ground covered with shells was full of corpses. Merriwether even joked:
"The feeling of grinding green skin is a bit different from that of grinding Tyron. They seem to be a little softer."
But suddenly, a half-charred figure suddenly jumped out of the pile of corpses, holding a thick stick with a semicircular head in his hand.
waaaaagh!!!!!!
Green skin roared, holding the stick and rushed towards the left side of the Iron Nail, as if he wanted to insert the blasting tube in his hand directly into the tank, and the tank could not react at all...
call--
A hot wave of fire engulfed the green skin running in the sunset. While the other party screamed, it also detonated the blasting tube, and the subsequent explosion blew it to pieces.
Hellhound armored vehicles moved forward steadily, cooperating with tanks to clean the battlefield. The fire waves they sprayed out of 100 meters involved all the green skins, whether alive or dead, into it. This terrifying infantry killer also cut off the last possibility of the green skins' resistance.
Realizing that something was wrong, the greens immediately wanted to escape to other places, but their wings had long been occupied by Chimera, Taurus, and infantry unloaded from the cabin. With the roar of lasers and heavy bombs, greenskin corpses running around like headless flies were everywhere, and their terrifying bodies seemed not so powerful in front of steel.
The greens who had no choice could only accelerate in the only direction without enemies, but at this time the auxiliary troops were not in a hurry to pursue, but just tried to clean the battlefield and ensure that there were no fish that missed the net.
On many fronts, such things are happening. The Greenskins do not have high-altitude reconnaissance and do not know what kind of death they are in. They can only be said to be driven away by fire. However, there is still one direction facing the greatest pressure, that is, the one where the main retreat of the Greenskins is also the position of the Greenskin boss.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Dagaowa stood on his boss truck that looked like a war fortress, holding a huge battle axe and making a roar. He was more than three meters tall and wearing heavy armor. He had a large caliber cannon on his shoulders and arms. He was a real human-shaped weapon. A fart spirit stood behind him, holding a battle flag with a thin iron rod.
Around the truck, there is a river rushing and a green-skinned ocean. In the sky, one of the few green-skinned fighters are entangling with human aircraft with the last bullets to ensure that the bombs, or that not many bombs fall into the charge team below.
This is the last chance, Dagao Won is very clear about this.
When he first came to this planet full of metal and planet, he thought he had a great fortune. With so many machinery and metals, he could become the most powerful war leader and start a terrifying waaagh! He beat up all the shrimps, as long as he got rid of those people in the red robe, of course it would not be difficult for them to solve.
But the old saying goes well, the slut always makes things go to the worst direction, and Mao slapped him hard when he was most proud.
He did have a great fortune, but he hit an eight-engine transport ship full of canned shrimps and big guys.
But he hasn't lost yet. As a bad and cruel boss, he dare not say anything else. His intuition to escape is still very keen, and he also knows that the environment on this planet is very complicated. Just find a corner to hide, what can those big shrimp guys do to him?
The only problem is that you must get out of the pursuit as soon as possible and get rid of the pursuit in this open area.
So he had to rush out and only then he could have a way out. For this reason, he took out all his wealth.
Behind the surging infantry wave, five Kyotos, all above six meters in height, stood five Kyotos, stepping on slightly shaking steps, and roars came from the oversized metal horns, inspiring the boys around to rush towards the enemy. At the same time, their dead-turning cannons and fried chicken rocket launchers were also continuously pouring out destructive firepower.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
Suddenly, a roar that penetrated the clouds and split the sun shocked the battlefield, and even those who were fucking Mao King Kong trembled.
The subsequent vibration of the ground was like a small earthquake. The butts were screaming and hugging each other, while the jumpers bounced up from the ground like balloons, and then stuck their tongues down.
In the continuous explosion fire, a giant war machine walked out in a sprint, as if it was the embodiment of some alien gods. A huge barrel-shaped body was covered with a huge square head, and countless guns and cannons were spread all over it. The rising steam and black smoke emerged from the huge smoke behind it, forming a cloud of mist. The artillery fire from afar was offset by the invisible ripples formed outside it.
This big-footed ancient giant rubbish originally fell along with a scrap ship, but it was not completed before. Instead, it was made by the technicians and used local materials and fought hard in the shortest time. Green skin often burst out with extreme power when facing extreme pressure.
Chapter completed!