Yes, on the hill opposite, along with the group of big lizard cavalry, weren't there three chariots? Although the shape is really awkward, it looks like a low-quality assembly toy, and there is no wholeness at all.
Engineering beauty, but that ion cannon is definitely not a lie.
"Also, there really are tanks!" Asher Stein rubbed his eyes to make sure that his eyes were not lying, and then he said to the congressman in the car in stunned silence: "Damn it, Mr. congressman,
This is a community colony, right? Why do the indigenous people here have weapons like chariots? Has no one taken care of them? "
Congressman Jiang Yudong was already shivering in the car, but when he heard this, he cursed: "Niang Xipi, your sister! You have told me not to imitate my speech...and, besides, our community has its own national conditions here,
This, this has nothing to do with you!"
"It's already related to me! Mr. Congressman, my duty is to protect your safety. If possible, I can also protect the safety of other people, but the prerequisite must be within my ability. Mr. Congressman, we only have two choices. Chapter 1
First, your RV is a Kodo 3 type ordered from the Alliance. It is equipped with armor and energy shield. It should still be able to withstand a few rounds of ion cannons. Now break away from the team and rush towards Tulon. It should be
It can be carried through. Secondly, if you hesitate here, then you and everyone will be blasted into the sky by the cannon."
"I, I, I..." Councilor Jiang Yudong was hesitant. Of course he was moved, but he still couldn't say what he wanted to say about leaving so many old, young, women and children behind and running away on his own.
After all, these people are all together because of him.
After all, they are all votes!
"Yeah, Mr. Congressman is really a particular person. Anyway, I'm not from Earth. If not, I'll be the bad guy..."
Before the mercenary finished speaking, the shortwave communicator in front of him rang twice. Before he could open it, a girl's voice came directly: "Mr. Stein, you don't want to escape again, do you?"
"
"...Nonsense, nonsense, how can the mercenary thing be called an escape? Oh wait, you hacked my terminal again!"
"One million, please stay and protect us!" The girl made a decisive decision to kill.
"Uh, Alliance Star?" Everyone is from the Alliance, so it's unlikely that it's the community's Blue Star Coin.
"No, Imperial Golden Dragon!"
"This, this..." Ash's heart was moved, but as a mercenary who had experienced many battles, it took him half a second to struggle out of those golden cuties, and said seriously: "Frey
Miss Delica, I am beyond my capabilities. In comparison, you should hurry up and get in this car, there are still people here..."
This is my car! The congressman thought.
"1.5 million!"
"Miss, this is really not a question of money. We..."
"Two million, and if you don't agree with me, the Supernatural Management Bureau and the Guerrilla Association will revoke your adventurer license!"
"Little girl, you are going too far with your deception! I am an upright person, and the alliance government is not run by your family, so why should the association and management..."
"You evaded taxes! You didn't report the secrets you recently obtained from the Qiming ruins truthfully!"
"...Hmm, wait! Didn't you get a share of the secret item I got?" Isn't this just hush money? Why don't you, a little girl, not follow the rules?
"I am a minor, so I am going to write the application report truthfully now. Even if it is a few days late, will someone really pick me as a minor, right?"
Asher Stern was speechless. He looked at Mr. Congressman in the car. This greasy middle-aged man who was trembling with fear just now was actually grinning. He was really smiling. He was proud of himself.
The future adventurer of the galaxy was actually eaten to death by an underage girl. He suddenly felt miserable. He sighed, put another box in for his extra-large pistol, and then took it off from behind.
A long gun.
"At least... there are more than two hundred riders. The key problem is the three tanks. If normal, there should be more heavy weapons. Well, after all, they are sand people, so it's not necessarily possible."
The mercenary touched the metal tube the size of a flashlight on his waist and felt a little relieved. There are only one or two hundred people in the convoy here who can hold guns. If there is a fight, they are not without the strength to fight, but the casualties are...
...This little girl's movie is really annoying. I wonder if I, the "enthusiastic Master Ash", don't want to see the tragic scene of his wife being separated and his family being destroyed?
In any case, although the refugees present were in a state of embarrassment and panic, they were, after all, gun-toting mobs operating plantations and mines surrounded by the hatred of a group of indigenous people. They finally acted under the command of several prestigious cowboys such as Kelvin.
It was naturally too late to form a car formation, but young adults with guns could still climb onto the roof of the car and occupy a shooting spot.
Then, there was a burst of shooting sound like fried beans. None of the sand people on the opposite side fell off their horses.
It's too early to shoot! Idiots! Ash cursed secretly.
Fortunately, the sand people on the opposite side were not that good either. They charged from a distance and started shooting at the same time.
In the first minute of the war, the two sides engaged in a fierce "shooting", but in the end no one was injured or killed.
Ash moved the muzzle of his gun, slowly aimed at the tank running at the front, and gently pulled the trigger. The sandman who was cheering loudly with half of his body exposed had his head smashed like this.
The three tanks stopped, a little frightened by such a long-range sharpshooter. They began to move their muzzles in preparation for bombardment. In fact, the convoy had already entered the range of the ion cannon, and it was just the ripened sand.
The quality of civilian combat drivers is limited, and there is really no guarantee that they can hit accurately at such a distance.
But no matter what, the tanks were indeed ready to fire. Asher Stein also threw his long gun in the car, raised his large pistol, and put his right hand on the "flashlight" on his waist.
Then, there was only a fluctuation in the air flow, and the mercenary saw a bright light group passing through his sight, followed by a loud "Boom!"
What was blown into the sky was not a vehicle in the convoy carrying spice cargo or civilians, but a tank of the Sand People. The triangular turret flew up from the square chassis, circled and hit the ground, hitting the ground.
Four or five sand people cavalry were caught off guard and captured the "horse".
The tanks of the Sand People were stunned, the Cavalry of the Sand People were dumbfounded, and even Ash on the opposite side was stunned. Then a second later, he quickly confirmed the ballistic direction of the ion cannon, and raised his spear.
I scanned it with my sight, and then I saw the sneak attacker on the mountain ridge at the three o'clock direction, more than one kilometer away from the sand people's team.
It was also a tattered tank that looked like loose building blocks. There were people looking around, and it was unknown how many magic soldiers were ambushing it.
"Bush u push u push u! Push u push u push u! Push u push u push u!" A dense burst of energy sounded from a place closer to the sand people, which should be the sunken shadow of a mountain. It was like a strong wind.
The crimson energy beam, like a torrential rain, fell into the formation of the Sand People's Army, and all they saw was a wave of people turning on their backs!
"Aha! No matter who it is, it's one of our own!" Ash was happy. He picked up his large pistol and pulled the trigger towards the chaotic enemy group. What spewed out of the barrel was not bullets or laser rays, but
A missile the size of an index finger. This is a portable missile produced by Alliance Fuyuhara Industries. It is extremely powerful and has a moderate range. The most important thing is that this thing can be fired with special firearms. Of course, what Ash just stuffed into the pistol was not a bullet clip.
, but the missile warehouse. A box of six missiles bought together only costs 50,000 in total. You deserve it. Originally, a single missile would have cost 10,000.
A small missile exploded next to a tank. Although it did not destroy it in one fell swoop, it completely interfered with its driving route. It scurried around in a crooked way, knocking over several sand troopers, and finally hit it head-on.
On another tank.
The ambusher's tank began to advance, and started firing a second time as it advanced. Its ion bomb hit the side armor of a tank this time. It still did not completely destroy it, but it successfully destroyed its power. It tilted
He lay spread out on the spot, twisting his turret in vain.
Another tank struggled to escape from the impact site, leaving behind its unpowered comrade. After just a few steps, it was caught in the fire by an energy beam from another direction, and was instantly submerged in a red flash.
Ash fired another missile in that direction. When he saw the flames and explosions, he felt relieved and picked up his spear again and started shooting at the sand people one by one who had completely lost their fighting spirit.
"You will reimburse me for the missiles later! They cost 50,000 yuan per missile! What I charge is the cost price. This is the Alliance's top quality product!"
The congressman was ready to get angry when he heard "50,000 for one shot", but when he heard that it was produced by the alliance, he could only shut up angrily.
The cowboys and team members have also begun to achieve results. They are now very happy. What they thought was a hard battle has now turned into an ordinary hunting game. They are quite experienced in this aspect.
Through the aiming device, Ash vaguely saw many more figures shouting and shouting in the ambusher's position. It seemed that they were preparing to charge, but they were kicked and punched back by another person.
"The enemy has lost his fighting spirit, shouldn't he charge now?" Ashi was a little confused.
Anyway, it wasn't until the sand cavalry fled in all directions and completely escaped everyone's attack range, and until the last tank was named and destroyed, that the ambushers appeared in front of everyone.
"Yes, who is he..." The councilman still didn't get out of the car, still holding his small self-defense pistol, and carefully asked Ash, who was observing with the sight.
"The alert can be lifted, it's your security team." The mercenary put down his gun. Although he relaxed his vigilance, his face was still full of confusion. It's hard to believe that the earth's security team can actually fight so well?
"Oh, the security team!" Congressman Jiang Yudong was full of energy. He suddenly changed from a frightened woodchuck to a arrogant curly baboon. He opened the door and jumped out of the cart. He stood there with his head held high like a compass.