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Chapter eight hundred and sixteen finally online

 Ash huddled against the wall, carefully observing in secret, watching the blue light flashing on and off in the other person's eyes.

The robot who claimed to be Summers aimed the ion cannons on his two arms at the two people in the corners of the hall, but comforted him in a gentle tone: "If you surrender now, you can actually get an exaggerated deal."

.After all, we and the Alliance are good-neighborly and friendly allies, and the two of you have special status, so naturally you will not be harmed."

The ranger pursed his lips, and there was indeed a hint of intention.

To be honest, when his force field shield was blown away by an ion cannon from the robot, he was already thinking about how to surrender gracefully.

The reporter lady said: "My status is special, but you are not. Mr. Ash, you are just a ranger and a private security guard. You have no official status."

The ranger's face suddenly stiffened again, as if it had been smeared with paste.

However, Summers added: "As far as I know, you and Commander Yu are friends, and you will not be harmed even for his sake. However, Mr. Asher Stein,

If you continue to resist, how long can your friendship last?"

The ranger nodded subconsciously.

"When did you become his friend? At most, it was just that you accepted his employment during the Tulong battle last time." The reporter lady added: "The God-chosen champion is not a good man. After the Tulong incident,

He shot and killed several Chinese citizens without hesitation! Weren't you at the scene at the time?"

Can you two make an agreement before continuing the fight? Brother Ranger wanted to leave the game in tears for a moment.

But at this time, even if he wanted to escape, he had no way out. Because, clear footsteps came from the door again.

Isn't it? You actually have an ambush! Sure enough, intellectuals like you are poisonous!

Just as the ranger said this, he suddenly discovered that the robot claiming to be Summers was also a little nervous. Although he couldn't read the robot's expression, he could see that the other person turned around and took a few steps back, using his huge body to

The entrance to the ruins was blocked, but the muzzle was pointed at the discovery of the source of the footsteps.

Then, a strong body that showed no fear in the face of the robot appeared from the door.

It was a troll wearing armor, an exaggerated helmet, and a gorgeous ribbon cape. He looked like a majestic rooster. He was carrying a Gatling cannon and holding it upside down with one hand.

Holding a windmill-like double-headed machete.

Warlord Sazaka? The database from another body quickly informed him of his identity.

"Wow hahaha, someone actually came before us." The famous troll general opened his battle ax and laughed: "But, as the saying goes, it is better to come early than to come..."

Before he finished speaking, the robot had already raised its ion cannon and fired at him first.

"Let's take care of the looters' offal first, and then talk about anything else." He said loudly, and the electronic lights in his eyes immediately turned red.

Ya Xiu thought to himself that your schizophrenia breaks down really fast, and the positions between the enemy and us change too quickly, but before he could say a few words, the reporter in the other corner of the stone hall had already pulled out a pistol.

, fired at the huge figure enveloped by the ion beam, but what was shot out were miniature missiles as big as pencils.

Two people and one robot have been fighting for so long, but they still haven't completely decided the winner. A big reason is that neither side is willing to be cruel. Even if it can't be regarded as the end of the battle, at least it can be regarded as harmonious and friendly.

Even so, no one on either side thought that this troll could be dispatched with just a little more use.

The troll picked up the double-edged machete and flicked his wrist, making it dance like a windmill. In an instant, he blocked all the whizzing ion beams in front of him. The discrete plasma splashed on the ground, turning the solid soil into

It became a liquid wrapped around the arc.

At this time, the pencil-sized missile had already whizzed over. Immediately afterwards, it suddenly scattered before it came into contact with the enemy's body, turning into countless small steel balls and bombarding the troll head and face.

This time, Sazaka could not avoid it no matter what. However, he did not even subconsciously dodge or defend, allowing his huge body to catch these steel balls. His body like a mountain remained motionless.

, just like mountains facing a strong wind.

But he only heard a series of clanking sounds. The steel balls didn't seem to hit the flesh, but hit an iron wall directly. He raised his head amidst the deadly bullet rain and blazing energy, revealing his

The ferocious smile was like a beast cornering its prey.

"Hey, I originally wanted to solve the problem peacefully."

In a trance, a shadow flashed out from behind him, but it was a tall sandman covered in pitch black scales. He was holding an alloy spear wrapped in a decomposition field in both hands, and was wearing a seemingly simple exodynamic skeleton.

, but there is a Gatling cannon and a coil that is beating with an electric arc hanging on the shoulders.

"Electromagnetic pulse?" the robot said in a loud voice.

Although it was still a typical machine stick pronunciation with no fluctuations, for some reason, Ash could hear the other party's wavering. He just took a deep breath and rushed to the sand citizen with a flash of force field.

The sword struck directly at the opponent's neck. At first glance, this was a very cruel killing move, but in fact it was just a feint.

No matter whether the opponent is preparing to dodge or resist, the light blade can change the pulse cannon at any time and hit the opponent's shoulder.

Almost at the same moment, the reporter lady also ran out of her hiding place. She did not have the convenient psychic skills of Ash's force field jump, but she had already dodged to the side of the troll with a tactical roll.

In the process of rolling, she also completed the action of changing the magazine. Judging from her skillful look, it was obvious that she had done it many times.

The two sides, who were clearly fighting to the death just a few minutes ago, now behaved like warriors who had fought together many times.

"Very good, every story like this should always have a final battle, so that it can have a sense of ritual and epicness. I like stories like this very much." The troll general stretched out his hand and laughed, his small eyes behind the goggles

He seemed to flash an interested smile, then raised his machete and smashed it with the robot's impact drill.

"Boom!" With such a huge roar, the footsteps of both of them seemed to sink into the ground.

Facing this robot that was a head taller than him, the Troll General did not lose at all in the wrestling match.

Taina Mohn still went around to his side and fired all 20 bullets from a magazine into the gap on his side that lacked armor protection. However, these bullets, which were enough to penetrate the skin of a rhinoceros, all hit him.

It hit the troll's body, but seemed to have hit the armor plate of a chariot, deforming and falling to the ground.

"But who can see the ending of the story?" The troll laughed.

"The end of Cyborg's unparalleled warrior, the Troll's blood-furious war madness, Tomitelli's Great Khan's loyal general, Silver Heart's running dog, and the famous Sazaka Hale is coming.

!" Dr. Warren murmured and sighed as he looked at the planet as beautiful as topaz outside the porthole.

He did not lower his voice this time. Therefore, the staff in the cab were immediately amazed that their boss had so many names, which they had never heard of before.

Grain hen

At this moment, Dr. Warren, who has returned to low-Earth orbit, is commanding his subordinates to operate the transport ship to avoid the attacks of defense satellites, while retreating towards the back side of the "moon" next to him. Of course, he has not forgotten to continue to pay attention to what is happening on the planet below.

War situation.

From the perspective of ordinary crew members, especially the trolls, the best development at present is of course for our side to achieve a complete victory, defeat the Earth's army on the ground, make a big profit, and then everyone can escape.

If you think about it this way, Dr. Warren's attitude is too pessimistic.

In response to the questions from the people below, Dr. Warren couldn't help scolding: "You idiots! Can't you see that we are actually at a disadvantage now?"

Everyone is confused. These technicians responsible for operating the ship are considered intellectuals among the predators, but they are not smart enough to understand the battle situation.

In their view, we have been attacking and the other side has been retreating on defense. What's more, the Allied forces broke through the mountain pass, and our own soldiers also drove the enemy from the first line of defense to the second line. Now they are already far away from Tulong.

Less than 300 kilometers away. Isn’t this evidence that our side has the upper hand?

"You only see the front line, don't you see the losses? Can't you see that we can't attack anymore?" Dr. Warren said angrily.

"Uh... Doctor, when I was taking online classes with General Huitan, the alliance's art of war professor told me that battle reports can deceive people, but battle lines cannot!" A bearded demon pilot cautiously suggested.

He questioned, but although his tone was polite, his eyes could not hide his arrogance.

Dr. Warren looked at this guy for two seconds, then took out his pistol with a blank expression and fired a capacitive bullet at the guy's head.

The long-bearded demon pilot covered his head and fell down with a howl. Then he twitched like a fish that had just been pulled ashore, and there was a burst of noise in the ship. Fortunately, this foul-mouthed guy was just a deputy.

Driving, even if he died on the spot, it would not affect his driving, and he would not cause any trouble.

The ship just swerved and braved the artillery fire from the New Yumen Orbital Defense Satellite, and finally hid behind the moon of New Yumen. The people on the ship were relieved a little.

Only then did Dr. Warren have time to think about what he had just seen and heard: "...are the Earth's marines so capable of fighting now? Well, no, it's not that they can fight, but they use reasonable methods.

Defensive tactics!”

He is very aware of the fighting prowess of those Myshandar trolls. They are all veteran bandits who have participated in at least three plundering campaigns. They are all physically strong, ruthless and equipped (at least by the standards of plunderers).

He is well-trained, truly capable as a soldier, and he has also taken some violent drugs.

Such a troll veteran can definitely take down half a dozen empire or alliance marines.

The doctor originally thought that thousands of these powerful trolls, combined with twenty Silver Heart Sons chariots, could easily tear a slit in the direction of humans.

But in fact, the predators led the army of sand people, but they were beaten to death in front of the human defense line, like an invincible rhinoceros charging into the swamp.

"No, it's a revolutionary land warfare tactic!" He said to himself again.

This is indeed a tactic that Dr. Warren has never thought of. Trenches, interception nets, mines, traps, and firepower configurations that maximize efficiency.

When he thought about this, he suddenly realized that he was indeed standing at a historical node, and he suddenly got goosebumps all over his body.

"General Sazaka, you didn't lose unjustly! However, you probably didn't want to win Tulong in the first place. Now that you can become the background of a historic event, you should be able to rest in peace, right?"

At this point, Dr. Warren should be able to tell, even if he was belatedly aware, that the Sazaka Warlord had no intention of taking down Tulon. In other words, when his side was placed at the northern foot of the mountain by the other side,

When the artillery fire forced them to land near the hills 400 kilometers away from Tulon, it was no longer possible to capture Tulon.

However, he still landed all the troops under his command without hesitation.

So, why are you doing this? Dr. Warren was still puzzled, but he could no longer think about it. At this time, a signal of gravity well vibration appeared at the edge of the distant galaxy, and then, an ugly ship

.The battleship, which had no sense of design and was full of green skin but had to be painted in true red, jumped into this galaxy with murderous intent.

Dr. Warren quickly patted his face, tried to cheer up, and said to his panicked subordinates: "Don't worry, General Sazaka has anticipated this. It's time to implement the next plan. Turn to X221,

A178, G445 cosmic point, uses the gravitational slingshot of the New Yumen to accelerate and leave the local system at the highest cruising speed!"

"Doctor, the energy on the ship is only enough for five jumps at most. This is the result of us removing the capacitor batteries of the other two ships." The chief engineer said with a grimace.

"I know, I know, but no matter what, let's think about how to escape now."

When the armed merchant ship rolled and crawled out of the earth-moon orbit of Xinyumen and fled towards the gravity well in the distance, the Scarlet Throne was like a lion that had eaten enough prey, taking steps that it would never recognize.

Stepping forward, he swam to the sky above the new Yumen in a swaggering manner.

Yu Lian on the ship also quickly received the news that a medium-sized armed merchant ship was escaping. However, just like a lion after eating and drinking, it will never chase a fleeing rabbit. The Scarlet Throne

He didn't bother to waste energy on that small boat. The real prey worthy of his attention were all on the surface of Xinyumen. All he had to do was drive the battleship to low-Earth orbit and fire a few cannons at the enemy's positions.

.

Washing the ground with neutron bombs will of course affect friendly forces, but for such a large warship, there are still many weapons that can be used for long-distance orbital bombing.

"Analyze where the enemy headquarters is? Also, determine the location of Sazaka. Once you find it, you don't need to notify me. Just use the ion cannon to evaporate the guy." Yu Lianda said.

The crew immediately began to work nervously. After all, the Scarlet Throne is a dreadnought ship used for decisive battles in outer space. The radar capabilities of the two defense satellites are much stronger. It only takes a few seconds to conduct a survey of the battlefield.

Holographic scanning. You should be able to find the big fish in the enemy formation quickly.

Immediately afterwards, Colonel Zamen, who was in the hangar, also reported to him: "All marines have boarded the cabin and are ready to launch landing operations at any time!"

This old brother had a tone of eagerness and dissatisfaction, but he was much more domineering than when he fought with the Star Eater before. Compared with the huge monster like the Star Eater that stretches for hundreds of kilometers, he is obviously more interested in torturing food.

Somewhat interested.

This is understandable! Only hardcore players can experience the fun of Souls-based games, but no matter what kind of player they are, they will definitely not be able to resist the urge to rush into the enemy formation and mow the grass on easy difficulty.

However, Yu Lian said: "Don't worry, let's fire the cannon and plow the ground for a few rounds first."

"Ah, this..."

Colonel Chaimen was a little uncomfortable with Yu Company's style of play, but the latter had directly connected to the signal at the other end of the hangar: "Colonel Dutt, wait until the three rounds of bombardment are completed, and then let the fighter jets set off."

There are three teams of Ghost fighters in the hangar equipped with the so-called P-type, which is a general-purpose model that can perform combat missions in both space and the atmosphere.

In a war, the bombardment should be completed, the planes should be bombed, the planes should be bombed, the artillery should be bombed, and the infantry should just follow closely and clear the ground.

Of course, this kind of gameplay will definitely make traditional warriors like Colonel Zamon feel the sadness of being abandoned by the times, so I still can’t go into too much detail.


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