Kelvin held the White Crow rifle in his hand, aiming with full concentration, and then suddenly pulled the trigger. He saw a sandman who was riding on a velociraptor and showing off his power to let the others charge, fell down, and then he stopped.
My breath spurted out
"Hey, man, your marksmanship is really good!" Youyou, who was wearing power armor, praised loudly.
Anyone who can be a cowboy in Xinyumen will certainly not be too bad at shooting. After all, all those who are too bad are dead. But as long as you hone such good marksmanship, you can live well in Xinyumen, and you can be everywhere.
There are planters and mine owners vying to hire you.
However, Kelvin still missed the time when he was still in Galaxy. He graduated from a technical school and worked as a worker in a small parts factory in his hometown. The salary was not much, but he could live a very prosperous life in his hometown where prices were not high. The director of the factory was
Dad's old friend takes good care of himself and is willing to teach him mechanical repair and assembly techniques.
Kelvin's dream is very simple. When he is 40 years old, he can open his own accessories workshop. Of course, before that, he can be comforted by marrying a wife who is not beautiful but gentle and virtuous, has a son and a daughter, and can serve his mother in her old age.
His father, a track mechanic, died in an aviation accident when he was 10 years old.
However, the state-owned machinery factory established in my hometown during the era of Marshal Li collapsed. Because their main customer, the Community Deep Space Mining Group, decided to order more efficient and cheaper autonomous mining equipment from the alliance, and the Community government also stopped targeting heavy industry enterprises.
subsidies. The small factory where I worked, because it had been providing parts and maintenance services to the state-owned enterprise, of course had no choice but to close down.
The factory director waited for the bank to take away the factory buildings and equipment he had worked hard to save his entire life, and then ended his life in a small, secluded warehouse.
Kelvin is unemployed and his mother is seriously ill. Kelvin can only afford the most common medical insurance, but the insurance company tells him that his level of insurance cannot cover expensive genetic diagnosis and treatment.
His mother's illness lasted for three years, spending the house and pension left by his father. When the old woman passed away in the pain of poverty and illness, Kelvin, who had nothing, walked on the street in a daze.
After landing on the immigration ship, he came to New Yumen Star and became a promising cowboy.
Yes, maybe there really is a future. Because the boss is a good person. Although he is rude and irritable, although he speaks dirty words that he cannot understand, and although he always calls himself "Akai", compared to the glamorous and well-dressed big shots in his hometown,
We, the bank manager who took away the hard work of the old factory director, the insurance commissioner who made a lot of noise with a lot of incomprehensible clauses, and those government congressmen who announced the closure of state-owned enterprises in their hometown, are all more humane.
more importantly……
Thinking of this, Kelvin couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him.
The woman was applying engine oil to the White Crow rifle. Her five-year-old daughter held a magazine and loaded steel nail bullets into it. She said that she originally taught Chinese in a public school, and the man
After his death, the school was overwhelmed by the sudden emergence of private schools, so he took his daughter to the colony to try his luck...
Such a weak woman should be holding a book and a pen, how could she be holding a weapon?
The woman seemed to feel Kelvin's gaze, looked over and smiled.
Kelvin also wanted to smile back, but a big hand grabbed his collar and dragged him directly behind the bunker.
"Poof!" Sand and gravel flew everywhere where Kelvin was. Before he could get scared, Mr. Wang Yougui slapped him on the back of the head.
"It's a war, the little brat is dying!"
Come on, come on, it’s another dirty word that I can’t understand, but it’s really warm!
Wang Yougui ignored Kelvin, who was covering the back of his head and grinning, and said to Sergeant Youyou beside him: "Hei Wa! Will your junior officer come back for reinforcements?"
"Hei, Heiwa..." Youyou opened his mouth, thinking that this title was quite interesting, and said: "I have already informed the commander of the situation here. The rest depends on his judgment. He is a good guy, we
If there is real danger, he will definitely come back."
"Oh, I'll be back."
"But I don't want him to come back!" the big black man said again.
"Ah? Not coming back?"
"You're such a scumbag, you can't even rush 100 meters!" After fighting so many battles in the past few days, and winning all of them, the black sergeant is very bloated. Of course, everyone in Depot No. 12 is actually a little bloated.
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"Oh, I can't rush over..."
"I can't rush over! I can't rush over! If I rush over, I'll be the first one to go up and knock them all into small pieces!" The big black man patted the power hammer next to him.
Wang Yougui looked at Youyou doubtfully, and then at the enemies outside the valley. Based on his ten years of experience in militia training as a pacesetter, he felt that what Heiwa said was reasonable. He mentioned his "mirror box" and half-tested
After firing a few bullets, I saw the sand people on the opposite side retreating after leaving hundreds of human and animal corpses.
No matter how ferocious a fighting nation is, they cannot withstand such casualties! Moreover, they happened to be passing by and were not prepared to attack the enemy at all.
Well, it’s true that we can’t rush over! This side is indeed stable! The old man let out a sigh of relief, and then suddenly felt that he was also a hero.
This is exactly what happened. This group of about 200 sand people was the first and last enemy that everyone in the canyon encountered. This group of sand people patrols who were lucky enough to find the valley could not be contacted at all.
The commander could only wander around the increasingly chaotic battlefield, and was never heard from again.
The heavy artillery of Archie Highlands has begun its 30th round of bombardment. They blasted the Great Elder's camp into a sea of flames. They bombarded all the warehouses and chariot barracks they could find, and they also hammered away point by point.
Looking at the anti-aircraft artillery positions within sight. The air force of the police force, which had been suppressed in the city of Tulon for several days by the army of sand people, was finally able to leave the city arrogantly.
The guard's flying vehicle actually only has a Lynx-type armored airship, which is a multi-purpose transport craft that can only fly at low altitudes. It can carry ten motorized infantry and their power armor at a time, but it must not be loaded.
It can carry two tanks or four infantry fighting vehicles. Its speed and maneuverability are not satisfactory, and its armaments only include two Vulcan cannons and a honeycomb missile launcher.
To put it bluntly, it is said to be multi-purpose, but in terms of combat effectiveness and load capacity, it is only two knives.
The only advantage is that it has good airworthiness and is relatively cheap.
As for the drone, of course it is not the war weapon carried by the space carrier that is armed to the teeth and can charge against the barrage, but a kind of drone that is about one meter long, with a load capacity of no more than 20 kilograms, and can only carry up to three small bombs.
Or a Vulcan cannon for civilian use... Yes, this kind of Kingfisher drone is actually sold in the world after removing its weapons, and it is considered to be one of the few rare models of the community in the international "high-end" industrial product market.
Star product, mainly used for urban logistics and aerial photography.
Of course, the ground-to-air anti-aircraft guns used by the sand people are not serious high-end brands. They can be knocked out from workshops, but it is naturally not a problem to use them to suppress them.
However, these workshop products that constituted the first air defense network in the history of the sand people were turned into history one by one amidst the tulon defenders rushing out from the front and the roar of heavy artillery behind them.
As a result, the "air force" of the police force, which had been holding back its resentment in the city for most of the day, was dispatched in full force.
Sixteen airships formed eight standard combat units and launched a fan-shaped attack formation, passing over the advancing land forces and constantly sweeping the enemy. The hive missiles were really like super-large wasps.
They screamed and pounced on all the sand people's barracks, tanks, or firepower points within their guidance range, and then they always made an ear-splitting roar.
What quickly passed by the airship were one hundred and twenty Kingfisher drones from six drone command vehicles. One-third of these small flying vehicles were also equipped with Vulcan cannons, and the rest
Then they are all covered with bombs. They are said to be small bombs, which is also based on the standards of aircraft. In fact, this 6 kilograms, the smallest aviation bomb, can create a ten-meter radius as long as it hits the ground and explodes.
The above shock wave creates high temperature, vacuum and electromagnetic disintegration effects within this range. Whether it is life, mechanical body, or even energy body, it will bear a huge impact.
The Kingfisher drone drove its flight speed to the extreme and flew past the sand people's military formation in just ten minutes. It tilted all the bombs down like a joy, and then circled back to the city to load bombs for repairs and prepare to take off again.
.The first round of bombing was quite successful, but all I saw was that the opponent's camp was filled with soaring flames and deep craters. I was at a loss, screaming and rolling, and there was an endless stream of people crying and howling. As for the drones
, only three were lost, probably because someone slipped through the net and got lucky.
Most of the sand people either died in their sleep or just woke up. What they saw was the Shura Hell where their companions were being slaughtered continuously. They could not find weapons, comrades, or commanders. They could only
He fell into a daze and then died inexplicably.
"Where is Elder Heson? Where is Elder Heson?" The lords and chiefs could not even find their own guards, and could only shout for their only hope.
"Just now, the several rounds of shelling just now were directed at the Great Elder's camp."
"Sir, the great elder may have..."
"No, no, no, the great elder is an apostle of God. It is impossible for him to die! It is absolutely impossible for him to die!"
Regardless of whether these sorrows are true or false, at this time, even the most brainless lords and chiefs know that the situation is over.
Hanrat, the "King" of Montenegro City, jumped on the armored off-road vehicle he bought with a lot of money and was the first to leave the battlefield. He was the first leader of the sand people to escape from the battlefield, and of course he also set an example for the rest of the people.
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This is how the total collapse of the sand people began.