The civilians of the recycling town spent three years building up a small team, and equipped each member of the guard with firearms.
Then, they now see the power of these firearms.
For the prepared Green Forest, these things are no more painful than a "heavy rain".
A dozen giant men with industrialized prosthetics formed a staggered formation and rushed toward the town.
Tajibur was the most arrogant among all the Green Forests. He stood in the center of the team, but specifically asked his younger brothers to make way for him, so he opened his arms and trotted forward with a wild laugh.
Several tongues of fire took the initiative to spray into the green forest. Several people in the escort team had a little bit of tactical awareness and knew that they wanted to attack the local leader.
But this awareness cannot make up for the gap in combat power caused by martial arts level.
Tajibur just shook his upper body and dodged most of the bullets. Even if a bullet occasionally hit him, it only hit him at a large angle and could not cause the proper damage to the armor.
Some people who don't understand martial arts may think that as long as the enemy's speed is used to estimate the maximum possible dodge distance of the opponent, and then a "distance" is drawn using the opponent's position as a point, and random attacks within this distance are enough,
Restrain the warrior's prediction.
But this is at best a misunderstanding among non-martialists.
The minimum time for the bullet to be reloaded, as well as the direction and magnitude of the recoil after the firearm is fired, are actually fixed. The weight and arm strength of a cyber warrior are enough to overcome the recoil of medium-sized firearms.
In addition, the cyber warrior's nerve reflexes are enough to keep up with conventional bullets.
Many times, what laymen call "random shooting" can be traced in the eyes of gun warriors. If the secret manual practiced by gun warriors contains the code of relevant plug-ins, his system can even automatically mark those attempts.
The guy who "hits a random fight" and directly uses computing resources to make predictions.
A spark flew out of Tajbul.
But at this time, he had marked all the "not bad" guys through the martial arts auxiliary plug-in.
If Tajibul's martial arts goes further, the information output by more plug-ins can even be handed over to his subconscious for "human brain judgment". And when this "plug-in internalization" and "algorithm internalization" reach a certain level, the martial artist
There is more information that can be processed in an instant, and the "number of people" is no longer insurmountable. Only warriors who have practiced to this point can truly be "unparalleled on the battlefield."
And this kind of warrior can even reach the passing line of external skill of "crossing the first level of heaven and earth".
Tajibul didn't dare to aspire to that level yet. But he was more than capable of beating these villagers.
He saw the green forest turn into a black whirlwind, and he rushed forward like this. He folded his arms in front of him, protecting his fragile head parts, and just like that, he crashed through the fortress built by the people of the town.
Then, this guy stretched out his hands like lightning and twisted the left and right hands of the two gunmen respectively.
Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his left foot and kicked with lightning speed, kicking a guard guy away and splitting him in two.
The gunman on the right side of Tajibur could no longer care about his teammates, picked up the shotgun that had been prepared on the ground, and fired a shot at Tajibur.
"Quickly clearing all enemies on both sides of the trench" is a classic use of the shotgun.
Unfortunately, this is only a war for Homo sapiens.
Tajibur covered his prosthetic eyes with his arms as fast as lightning. The direct hit from the shotgun only made his body sink, and he assumed a "relaxation" posture. At the same time, some of the shotgun blasts seemed to have scraped off the protective coating on his body.
But that's all.
Tajibul was a little depressed: "The resources found in your town are hundreds of years out of date? Do you know any serious warriors?"
As he said that, he casually pinched the shoulder of the guy who raised the shotgun, used a slight force, and tore half of his body off.
A burst of white noise suddenly erupted from the gunman's synthesizer - a common problem when low-level speech packets cannot correctly handle strong emotional expressions.
Tajibur jumped into the air again and crushed a gunman's legs with his foot.
At this time, the charging giants also arrived at the battle line. These green forest gangsters raised their chainsaws with grins and cut through the town's defenses like rotten wood.
Tajibur shouted loudly: "Young men, don't kill anyone, do whatever you want. If you accidentally kill someone, just make a sound and we will call for help immediately."
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" He was responded to by uniform cheers.
The mayor was really anxious. He held up the largest-caliber gun in the village and shouted while retreating: "Are you really careless? Silver drive shaft Leif died in our town! They all died.
In our town! We..."
Tajibur laughed loudly, picked up a gun and shot the guy's left leg.
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Screams and footsteps drowned Soroa. People in the settlement were running for their lives from one end of the town to the other, and some were even running towards the garbage mountain.
Soraya thought of his younger brother who was mostly made of flesh. He kept thinking about "areas in the garbage mountain that can be kept warm" in his mind, and his actions were actually half a beat too slow.
——Ah... damn... I didn’t run away...
There were already several green forest minions wandering around the area where Soraya was. They relied on the strength of their prosthetic bodies to kick open the house, then sawed at the people inside a few times, and then searched for available resources.
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These guys all have guns, and their marksmanship may not be as good as those of the gunmen in the town... No, maybe their marksmanship is far better than...
——How to escape now...
——It’s better than…
A terrible thought came to mind. Maybe it would be good to become Lu Lin like this. Lu Lin was also a warrior. Although people in the town said that Lu Lin could no longer be counted as a human being, the personality of the Green Lin people was completely subverted. He could not be counted as the guy in the past, which was equivalent to death.
Just... just... just...
Although this is scary, Green Lin is also a warrior...
Green Lin is also a warrior...
It's almost like death...
Two thoughts intertwined in Zoroa's mind, leaving him in a dilemma.
What broke the calm was the disgusted voice of Zoroa.
"I want to join the Green Forest! I want to join the Green Forest!"
Soraya's father cried out like this. A wound had been made on his body by the chain saw and the sword, and blue blood was trickling down. But this man could no longer care about much.
It seemed that ethanol was still working in his mind. As soon as he said "join the Green Forest", he lost a lot of scruples and shouted loudly: "I want to join the Green Forest! I join the gang!"