The terrible canned murder was a monster that was invulnerable to the militia with only light weapons. They were surrounded by crazy green monsters, which were uglier and inferior than those who had rotors. They held rough spears and blades and strung the heads of killed men, women and even children on the flagpole, and their despicable little eyes were shiny red, and these creatures looked funny and disgusting when screaming and squeaking, communicating with each other in sharp voices.
Mel took two steps, leaned against the broken bunker, groping with his only remaining hands, and finally finding a grenade.
He knew he could not go back, and the only thing he could do was when the last defender here, he glanced at a wounded soldier who was struggling on the ground more than ten meters away. His waist was torn apart, his intestines and stomachs were spilled around him, and his young pale face was full of despair, as if he was calling his mother's name.
Mel hesitated for a moment, pulled off the security, threw it at the other party, and then leaned to the ground.
boom--
The wounded whisper disappeared, and Mel was not sure if the other party would thank him, but that was the only thing he could do.
Shaking his head and sitting up again, he found a pistol on the ground. It looked like an old antique and had a real ammunition, but it was better than not.
Mel raised his knees and lay on the cover, raised his gun and shot him in front.
Bang!
A little green monster fell down screaming, and the little beasts around it immediately jumped up like frightened, then chirped in anger and pointed to Mel's position.
Click click!
The murder can, which was emitting black smoke, then strided towards the bunker. The metal spikes on its body were covered with various human tissue wreckage, like some kind of disgusting totem. At the same time, the circular saw on its arm also began to rotate, making a harsh hissing.
Mel shot it one by one, but the bullets simply bounced away harmlessly on its metal body.
Finally, he stopped shooting and looked at the pistol.
One bullet is left.
Should it be left to yourself?
After thinking for a while, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger at the almost close killing tank, and shouted:
"Go to your fucking green skin!"
boom!
The shock wave caused by the violent explosion shook him back and fell heavily to the ground.
"What..."
When he tried to support his body in shock, he saw that the powerful murder can just now had turned into a pool of burning ruins, and what destroyed it was a crashed rotorcraft.
"this!"
Mel was stunned as the whizzing giant passed by his head. It was something that only appeared in the mythology.
The huge winged beast roared loudly, and on its back was a knight wearing exquisite exotic armor, holding a glittering spear, and carrying three flags behind it, a green rolled leaf flag, a white gold fire pattern flag, and a red blood-hand flag, rushing in the strong wind, creating a terrifying and majestic strange scene.
Not only Meer, but almost all the people who were panicked and sought refuge, saw this strange reinforcement coming, and the screams of the crowd erupted in the war cry of the horns of the Pterodes-
"What is this! Is the flying lizard? Or..."
The wide-eyed citizens lay on the burned buildings, crowded on the intact roofs, and stood on the guardrail, staring at the galloping winged dragon riders.
"Sir! Look!"
The lord of Hei Reef City, who was in a state of turmoil on the inner city guard wall, was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth. He was already desperate, thinking about whether to turn in or come to the city to sacrifice his life, and even his family arranged a ship, but he didn't expect that this would happen.
"Are they...reinforcements? Astral Army?"
Although Ryan is Astart's parent star, he is not very developed and not a military focus. The local residents' concept of the empire is also very vague. As the city lord, he only knows that the empire has a regular army called the Star Army.
The city lord looked up at the sky, then turned to look at the officers around him who were confused.
"Wait, are they not going to contact us?"
Officers look at me, I look at you, but I can’t tell you. The city lord could only wave his hand irritably:
"Waste! They are all a bunch of waste! Then wait until they finish fighting. The troops are prohibited from acting without permission... By the way, hasn't contacted Ryan New City yet? What does it mean to have no choice? Let the communications soldiers find a way! Isn't I asking for a question, I want to answer! Is the military ration in vain??"
Compared to human shock, the Greenskins were frightened. They were completely unprepared for such a sudden attack and never thought of facing such a devastating cavalry charge in the sky.
Although the green-skinned rotorcraft can bully unprotected ground forces at will, when they face the flexible and swift Wingdras Knights, they are as fragile as the humans attacked by them. When a crazy rocket explodes in a dazzling route, the roaring Wingdras rushed out of the haze. The Wingdras Knight raised the laser spear in his hand, and a bright white flash erupted from it. The Green-skinned Pilot screamed in frustration and angrily, and chose to jump to the plane and escape at the last moment.
The laser detonated the rotorcraft, and as its wreckage fell in the blazing flames, the green-skinned boy jumped to try to open the parachute.
A bloody mouth bit the green-skinned driver's body from the side, rubbed his razor-like teeth hard and shook his head hard in the screams. The guy's upper body was bitten and flew out.
Some of the shaking green-skinned rotorcraft tried to escape, but their speed was completely unable to get them out of the battlefield. The laser crossed the night sky and accurately hit their tails or propellers, or more directly, the barbarian pierced the rotorcraft's propeller with their hard claws, and pierced the screaming green-skinned driver with their hooked tail, picked it into the air, and threw it hard towards the ground.
At the same time, those canned killers finally faced sanctions. The winged dragon cavalry responsible for attacking them picked up the light missile launcher on the saddle. This individual missile launcher uses a complex sub-chamber missile bay to load different types of ammunition, such as armor-piercing missiles and plasma bombs. This design effectively reduces the need for ammunition loading. The ammunition in its internal ammunition bay is arranged very closely, making it possible to hold a large amount of ammunition in one launcher, making the weapon body small and easy to carry, almost with a star dart rifle.
Although those micro missiles are only the size of human explosive bombs, their power is not small, basically at the level of shells. Dozens of automatically tracked plasma missiles roar out. When the killing tanks struggle to hide in buildings and streets, they hit them at various strange and tricky angles, as if life was hitting them with various strange and tricky angles. While the plasma expanded, it turned them into burning iron cans wreckage.