"Phook all those things out!"
Arming came to support this time, but he didn't come empty-handedly. Randall gave them a killer weapon.
After giving the order, Armin turned around and returned to the battle, slashed at a green skin, and threw the headless body back to the city.
The Thunder Eagle joined the battle with the roar. Its automatic cannon, heavy bomb gun and rocket intertwined fire net to tear the panic-in Greenskin team, but its truly terrifying weapon was not this.
Under its wings, sixteen missiles are ready to be launched.
With a scream, the rockets left the wings and rushed straight to Green Skin.
When the first missile landed, the high-temperature plasma gas caused the missile to break, and then a large amount of yellow-green gas roared out, igniting the deadliest fire of death in the Milky Way at the moment of contact with the air.
Phosphated missiles are the ultimate means that Randall gave Armin.
In just a blink of an eye, the destructive phosphorus fire washed away the earth outside the guard wall like a tsunami. The unsurpassable fire wall kept capturing groups of green skins, turning them into ashes within a few seconds.
The temperature of the flame is so high that the gas is so deadly that no mortals can stay on the top of the city and can only wear gas masks and leave the guard wall.
No more greenskin climbed up the ladder, and the ladders that set up the city walls were quickly pushed off the wall or chopped down.
Armin watched the remaining Oak barbarians being driven away from the battlefield, but he was not happy. He knew that his trump card had been used up, and there was no doubt that the Green Skin side had already known the location of the raid at the entrance of the city. The next time they raided them would be even more deadly.
"We're holding on!"
Armin shouted loudly, loud enough to make sure everyone could hear it when he lifted the blood-stained sword.
Many soldiers began to cheer, but most people could do nothing but clench their fists and hit their own hearts, or perform the eagle ritual.
"Haddes will never die!"
Arrek responded to him from a distance, watching him as the soldiers raised their guns to celebrate victory, but the number of soldiers who could still do so was less than when they first repelled the greenskin on the walls.
Armin is more aware of this.
"May the Emperor save us."
He had never seen such a surging enemy, such a huge number.
We will be lost.
That's what he thought in his heart at this moment.
Unless the commander of the battle can come back.
The image of the leader of the battle in his mind restored his strength.
"We will stick here until the commander of the battle returns."
He said breathlessly, the firmness that accompanied his voice originated from the belief that he truly believed.
"Boss, our guns can't be fired."
Kimed, the great skilled beast, said aggrievedly in front of the Bone Brokener.
It took a while before the Bone Brokens realized that the savage said something was broken—their artillery troops located in the rear, the precious cannons did not respond, even though the human guardrail was almost completely exposed to them.
In fact, the real plan of the Bone Brokener is not those boys.
Boy, he had as many as he wanted. Even the terrifying flames of humans did not surprise him. He was even satisfied because he knew that the more powerful things were, the fewer things. If humans used those weapons in advance, they would sit and wait for death later.
But the silence of the artillery surprised him.
This time he personally presided over the Hades siege, on the one hand, because they teleported directly to the nest. On the other hand, although the last adventure made him miss the most valuable goal, the beast Kimed still got a lot of good things, such as the precise teleportation technology mastered by ancient Ulanohok.
The Bone Brokener knew that the battle was in danger now, so he urgently needed the big skill to make some good things that could turn the situation around. Creating those good things requires a huge resource, so he had to occupy this nest.
"Damn it, I'll go see what's wrong."
The Bone Broken Man suddenly pushed the bodyguard beside him and ordered:
"Soon the fire when it is extinguished, don't stop, do you understand?"
Before leaving the artillery position, the Bone Brokener heard the noise.
"You damn thief, you stole my shells!! Come again! One hundred... no, three hundred!"
"But you're going to be a sir! There's one hundred there, and I've borrowed fifty from you. Do you know the numbers? Last time you owed me one hundred!"
"A thief is a thief! You're not a loan if you get me drunk! You can even poke my butt in the eye with an iron stick!"
"That was what you asked for! I said you agreed to give it."
"Bad, you're wearing a pair of pants with those blue-faced ghosts!"
"I've had enough of this nonsense, you'd better start showing respect for me."
"Or what?"
"so!"
When the Bone Brokener walked in, he saw two mechanics drying up, one of which hit the other's chin with one blow, cracking his fangs.
Then the other one was not willing to be outdone. He slammed the other person's forehead with a wrench, and blood immediately splashed out.
The more they beat each other, they all used their best to beat each other, and the farts obediently gave way in front of the two quarreled green skins.
With a blow to the old fist, the person holding the wrench was knocked out and landed at the foot of a figure. The figure's head and shoulders were higher than the confrontational technician.
"Get out of here, you idiot."
The mechanic who was knocked away roared and still grabbed his bloody wrench with one hand.
When he stood up, he realized who the figure was and his chin relaxed.
"Who are you calling, idiot?"
The sound was like a landslide, sliding out of the chest of the war leader’s tree trunk.
"Are you two destined not to be like technicians?"
The Bone Brokener continued, approaching two cringing Oaks.
"Why do you guys fight like fucking sperm?"
The one who is more powerful in the fight reacted first, which saved his life.
"The shells here are used up, and that guy still keeps them privately!"
He said in a hurry and stayed away from each other.
"This...this..."
The mechanic holding the wrench stammered and struggled to think about how to lie.
When he tried to reply, there was no chance.
The giant mechanical claw of the right arm of the bone-breaker first slowly moved upwards, then fell down unstoppably, and cut the technician in half a terrifying creaking sound.
The wreckage fell to the ground and blood splattered on the alive body.
The guy tried to move, but like a parent who reached out to the wrong child, the Bone Brokener grabbed the other's shoulder board with his bloody claws and raised him and kicked him away.
"waste."
The warlord said in a low voice:
"Why are there no shells?"
"this--"
The mechanic who was kicked to death stammered.
"Boss, the guy who carried the shells behind hasn't come for a long time. We can't do anything about it. It's okay to make some bullets here, but it's too slow to make shells."
"Then check it out for me quickly! Why!"
“Yes, yes!”
The technician got up and left quickly.
Chapter completed!