Chapter 1321
My Empire Chapter 1321
2020-12-30
Chapter 1321 1323 Suddenly so quiet"tú tú tú tú!" Harold picked up his assault rifle and aimed it at The white clothed Swordsman, who was dodging in the distance, pulled the trigger.
A row of bullets shot out, instantly covering the opponent. The opponent's body-protecting long sword flexibly blocked left and right, and most of the bullets flew away.
A bullet passed through the Flying Sword, but didn't hit the Swordsman either, rubbed the opponent's scalp, and flew directly into the distance.
In Harold's view, the opponent is as difficult as an armored vehicle, but the anti-tank missile will also be detonated in advance by the guy's Flying Sword. He has just fired a missile and tried it .
Fortunately, the white clothed Swordsman who was caught in the gun line in all directions, now only has the power to parry, and has no power to fight back.
The opponent's terrifying Flying Sword, which seems to be a missile, can only be used for defense, and it is too late to take time to attack.
If this white clothed Swordsman has some combat experience, it may be more difficult to find a shallow pit to lie down on the ground and then command the Flying Sword to attack.
It's a pity, I don't know why, the other party didn't lie down, but blatantly dressed in white clothed, exposed to almost all the firepower in front of one's eyes.
Awesome? Harold simply didn't know what to say, he could only change the window, pick up his weapon, and continue pouring his ammunition at the target.
"tú tú tú tú !" It was another short shot, and the bullet was again blocked by the annoying Flying Sword.
However, this time the white clothed Swordsman wasn't so lucky. His Flying Sword helped him block most of the attacks, but bullets still passed through the nearly airtight line of defense.
One bullet was blocked by Spiritual Qi's bodyguard, and another hit the white clothed Swordsman's abdomen, causing him to suddenly slow down.
After all, this is a 10mm caliber ammunition, and the stopping effect is naturally very powerful. The white clothed Swordsman who was hit staggered a bit, clutching his stomach, and stopped moving forward one-knee kneels.
The white clothed Swordsman suddenly looked towards Harold's direction, and the Flying Sword surrounding him suddenly charged towards Harold with lightning speed. .
Harold's power armor responded immediately, and the whole person moved his position at a very fast speed.
The Flying Sword smashed through the outer wall of the house where Harold was hiding, and was directly inserted into the ground in the house, and there was no movement.
And outside the house, the white clothed Swordsman on one-knee kneels had also been shot into a sieve by bullets from other sources.
"It's really hard to deal with!" Harold looked at the dust that hadn't dissipated, and the Flying Sword that was inserted not far away from him, and snorted picked it up again. His assault rifle pulled the trigger toward the distant slope.
There, several white clothed Swordsman were approaching, and this time, because of the lack of landmines, their advancing speed was faster.
"You really treat us like soft persimmons!" Harold whispered while shooting. Then he tore off a grenade from his chest and threw it forcefully in the direction of the targets.
His arms are mechanical, with the blessing of the outer skeleton, and the throwing distance and accuracy are very scary. The grenade flew precisely to the target and exploded in the midair close to the target.
A sky of prefabricated fragments directly enveloped the target, but soon several white clothed Swordsman rushed out of the dust of the explosion. Although they looked a little embarrassed, they were not fatally wounded.
However, then a gunship fired a series of cannonballs at these white clothed Swordsman.
The tracer bullet hit the ground, causing a cloud of white smoke, and the white clothed Swordsman shrouded in the white smoke became even more embarrassed. Their Flying Sword can barely stop 10mm bullets, but can't withstand the ravages of machine guns anyway.
At this time, only two white clothed Swordsman rushed out of the white smoke and continued to approach. As for whether the remaining white clothed Swordsman died, no one cared.
Being hit by a 20mm caliber cannon, even if you don't die right away, you'll probably just lie on the ground and cry and wait to die.
Harold watched the two white clothed Swordsman rush into his line of defense once again, held down the communicator and commanded: "Stop them with light weapons! Then use cloud bombs!"
In all directions of the village, countless gun lines converged on the two white clothed Swordsman. They could only control their Flying Sword with their teeth and block the incoming bullets from left and right.
And behind the remaining wall of a collapsed building they were up ahead, a grenadier put his assault rifle back to his chest and picked it up from under his feet. A stout bazooka.
He plugged a power cord on the rocket launcher into his power armor, the aiming device on the rocket launcher was powered on, the screen lights up, and the self-test data starts to refresh.
"Goodbye!" The soldier put the rocket launcher on his shoulder, and then aimed the rocket launcher that had completed the self-check at the distant target.
When the launch reminder on his screen turned green, he pulled the launch trigger, and a blast of air spewed from the tail section of the bazooka, blowing away the tattered bricks behind him.
"Cloud bomb!" While pressing the button, he loudly reminded all nearby comrades in arms.
And the single-soldier cloud bomb didn't rush to the target in a straight line, but rose abruptly, first climbed rapidly and flew into the sky, then suddenly turned and dived to the ground.
It dragged a long white smoke and exploded in the sky just as it was about to hit the target.
The huge explosion made the gravel on the ground jump, and then the explosion shock wave spread, blowing all the floating soil on the nearby buildings into the sky.
The entire village shuddered at the terrifying explosion, and all the Alanhill Empire soldiers hiding in the rubble subconsciously shrank their necks.
Though their ears are protected by active noise-cancelling headphones and their bodies are protected by power armor, they remain in awe of such terrifying weapons.
A mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the entire battlefield seemed to be quiet after such a loud noise. There was no longer the sound of machine guns firing, nor the explosion of grenades or mines.
A fragment of a shattered piece of white clothing wafted in the wind, covering the still-hot dirt, and then blown up again and dropped further afield.
Anyway, everything is eerily quiet, as if the battle here is over.
(end of this chapter)