Dragan suddenly reached out and patted his companion's thigh, causing Noval, who was wiping the tube of the double-equipped laser cannon, to glar at him. Dragan did not care, but raised his head to look at the sky, as if there was an invisible arc in the gloomy sky. "You hear... have you heard that scream. Uncle Noval?"

"What, I didn't hear... Wait, what's that sound?" Noval was about to scold Draggan for not doing his job, but he soon heard the screaming sound from the sky. They saw the lead-gray dark clouds at the horizon as if a white blood vessel directed straight to the royal city. As soon as Noval finished speaking, a thunderous explosion sounded like an explosion in the direction of the royal city, and the thick gray smoke containing orange-red flames in his body rose up instantly. However, this was not the end. Dozens of rockets dragged the white exhaust across the sky, and accurately plunged into the hell-like smoke and dust under meticulous calculations and mechanical manipulation.

The earth shook violently, and the strong wind spread out with the shock wave as the center of the castle. Noval, who was kneeling on the ground, shaking and falling on the hot barrel, but Dragan quickly pulled him in and avoided the first storm mixed with gravel. After the storm dissipated, Noval and Dragan then got up from behind the shield and looked towards the royal city through the dusty air.

The smoke and dust remained as solid as it was when it was rising.

"Let's go back and ask you to drink." Noval said while coughing, "What was that just now?"

"It's an offense." Dragan blew his nose a few times, patted his ears, trying to relieve the symptoms of mild tinnitus. Milos and his fiancée, who were on the same card, lifted up the camouflage tarp from the grass and ran towards the drag-type double laser.

"The monarch is starting to attack." Tiana said with a embarrassed look on her face, holding a radio call in her hand. Although Tiana initially signed up for the training class of the female soldiers of the Sofia Political Commissar, Milos also received corresponding teaching, which was basically considered to be a step away from the level of "common sense of life depends entirely on hearsay". However, due to the short training time, many military regulations cannot form subconscious actions for most Latovian militias. After receiving instructions from their superiors, Milos and Tiana should immediately notify Draggan and Noval in front of the checkpoint, but they dragged on until the attack began to explain this matter.

"Where is the captain's order?" Dragan asked.

"The order is still the same. The superiors think that there may be more royal deserters next, so we must continue to stick to the checkpoint." Milos rubbed his eyes into dust, "but the political commissar believes that deserters are likely to flee with hostages, so we have to bring the explosive machine gun up to block local vehicles and provide fire protection for the snipers."

"Sniper? Where are there snipers?"

"I'm a sniper, although it's temporary." Tiana pointed back at the black spear behind her back, then reached out to hold the helmet. It was a characteristic laser spear with an extremely precise optical scope. Although the load is small, each shot has extremely high power and can easily melt through glass and light armor plates. "My shooting score ranks third in the same period, and passed the psychological stress test. He is the most accurate person here. I promise that at least before the tank arrives, my shooting skills are definitely enough."

"The tank is coming here?" Dragan was excited, "What kind of tank?"

"How did I know?" Tiana shrugged.

If middle-aged people like Noval likes the rapid and steady firepower of the twin-mounted lasers, then young people like Dragan like the most are the super-heavy tanks of the Immortal City. Even if they stand dozens of meters away, the soldiers can feel the violent heartbeat and roar of the multi-fuel engine and fusion core of the hundreds of tons of steel beast. As long as you have seen it with your own eyes, you will suffocate for it. The super-heavy tank requires ten people to operate, covering the ability to cover the deadly firepower from medium to long range. Compared with the laser weapons they are using now, they are like a toy water gun and a high-pressure water gun. Only one tank can suppress all the armored units present with unparalleled firepower.

Dragan once saw it in the training camp, and after that he was obsessed with it, and even forgot the main battle tank he saw not long ago. He was sure that the upcoming tank was to help them block the road out of the city and prepare for combat operations to break into the royal city. He believed that this could make up for the small regret of not becoming a tank crew because of his failure to meet the standards in the performance.

Victor von Dum held his arm and watched the robotic arm slowly covered the leg armor with a roaring face carved on his knees on the mechanical structural interface of the artificial muscle cable, deafing the commander waiting outside the tent and the continuous sound of artillery fire. Before the breastplate was covered, the external potion tube of the survival system was linked to the interface of the soft seal ring of the neck armor, and the carefully prepared potion immediately filled the automatic syringe. The black insulated energy pipeline and data interface were connected to the energy management system and information processing center of the power armor in the correct order.

The only function of this giant machine assembled in Latovigna is to assist his monarch in wearing power armor. Although this wear method is quite troublesome compared to Tony Stark's power armor, the only advantage is that the armor plate of this power armor is very thick, can provide sufficient protection, and install many mysterious technologies. Hammurabi put Salomon's robe on the outside of the power armor. With the overwhelming scream of the robotic arm, the fragrant incense and the smell of engine oil, the exquisitely carved heavy shoulder armor was also installed on the power armor.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! After pondering for a moment, the built-in software activated the equipment in the golden eagle sculpture behind the head, briefly activated the protective force field, and the ozone smell of ionized air was instantly permeated in the air. After the system self-test completed the prompt sound, Salomon walked off the equipment platform. Every step he took, his body became bigger, and the power armor flashing with magical light also changed with his body changes. Until he walked to Victor von Dum, Salomon's height had exceeded the imperial guards waiting on the side. The hot air emitted by the body temperature maintenance system and the heat dissipation system slightly blew the corners of the holy skeleton cloak, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain now.

Victor von Dum used the second vision to analyze these spell structures nested together in the blink of an eye. As a high-level secret mage, he instantly analyzed this set of magic for combat. These spell structures have comprehensively enhanced power, agility, physique, intelligence and other attributes. At the same time, he also saw that Salomon's perfect application of [Triggering Technique] - a large number of spell structures were sleeping in the chain-style spell sequence at the moment they were constructed. None of them were redundant. Even if they did not carry weapons and did not use other offensive magic, just with this power armor, the combat ability that Salomon could exert was similar to a super heavy tank weighing hundreds of tons, or a war machine produced by the Mars Foundry.

Although he had heard of the Battle of Finbowent, Victor von Dum never expected that Salomon did not show all his strength in the Battle of Finbowent. Now this look is more for him, the commanders outside the tent and the soldiers of the future of Latovigna, Salomon believes that this is what he is, to help them improve their confidence and welcome the attack that follows NATO.

The Latovians need confidence, which is also what Salomon is most worried about. Through feedback from the political commissars, the initial war steps to gradually eliminate the Latovian royal forces achieved certain results, but he did not know whether the Latovians could still persist like him when facing NATO.

"They can." Victor von Doom looked up at his eyes that were emitting golden glimmers, and said in the most affirmative tone of his life, "I believe in them, and they believe in you too."
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