Chapter 1370
My Empire Chapter 1370
2021-01-23
Chapter 1370 1372 I don't know whether to celebrate"For three years, our Battle Puppet robotics, Continuous improvement and development. In fact, the Battle Puppet robots used for exploration and policing and the Battle Puppet robots used in the final battle are two completely different concepts.”
Looking at the Battle Puppet robots in the distance , the Saintess of the Nine Nether sent his eyes to the eyepieces of the artillery mirror, and his face was indescribably surprised.
In her eyes, the new Battle Puppet robots of the Alanhill Empire are all made of steel, protected by a splendid magical defense barrier, and they use Alanhill Empire standard large-caliber assault rifles in their hands. .
They're tougher and smarter than previous Battle Puppet bots. The only thing that is criticized is that they are still so dull and sluggish compared to the troops of other races.
However, the sheer numbers make up for this, they're not devil-busters, just a cheap, alternative solution to traditional light infantry.
"tú tú 學!" Holding a 10mm caliber assault rifle in both hands, scanning and aiming entirely by chips and sensors in the body, with built-in low-light sensors and natural light sensors, these robots can be used in any weather conditions. fight down.
Not far away, on the other side of the bullets, the Swordsman of the Sword God Sect in white clothes, or dirty white clothes, are desperately destroying these damned enemy.
The Flying Sword flies around, blocking incoming bullets, or flies forward and slashes at the puppet robots that are walking step by step in the wilderness.
Saintess saw with his own eyes a puppet robot's shoulders being slashed by a Flying Sword, and then the robot fell straight and seemed useless.
The next second, the new Battle Puppet droid, lighting up its magical defenses, stepped forward to fill the hole.
A flurry of rockets passed the Battle Puppet droids and shrouded the white clothed Swordsman squad's positions, and the instant explosion shook the ground beneath them, causing Saintess, who was watching, to frown.
"Just get used to it. The power of the new type of explosive is really too great, and it affects a wide area. This is already a low-power version that takes care of your own attacking echelon." Ma In Literature there is some pride The introduction to the artillery rockets of the Alanhill Empire.
In the eyes of Nine Nether's Saintess, the shock is not a little bit. She saw with her own eyes that a flying boat from the Sword God Sect, which was flying in reinforcements, was hit by some weapons that spewed fire tongues in the tail section that suddenly jumped up from the Alanhill Empire, and fell into a mountain not far away with thick smoke. behind the post.
Now, she saw with her own eyes the rumbling noises that she had heard in the tent.
To be honest, she felt it was a complete waste of power. Fighting should not be like this, at least it should be aimed at the enemy, not at the ground underfoot, or even a tyrannical catharsis aimed at the air.
But she couldn't say it, because she was also inspired by the battle in front of her: she felt that this might be another path, a development path for group fighting.
"The battle here may be over soon, their defenses have been penetrated, and soon we will move our command forward." Ma In Literature there is some regretful openings said a word.
Because he saw an M4 tank with a serial number painted on the turret and a hollow golden eagle emblem outlined on the side of the hull, the magic defense barrier lit up, the gun spewing flames, running over the soft ground, appear in the opponent's position.
He knew that the opponent seemed to be over, and the rest was only sporadic resistance from the remaining power, which simply would not affect the outcome of the battle.
In the end, things were beyond his expectations. A white clothed Swordsman who survived by chance suddenly jumped up, controlled his Flying Sword, and suddenly launched an attack on the M4 tank from the side.
This Flying Sword plunged into the top of the M4 tank from top to bottom, directly piercing the fragile tail section radiator grille, and destroying the tank's engine.
A flame burst out, it seems that the flame inside the engine ignited the gasoline in the tank, and within a few seconds, the fire expanded out of control.
No one opened the hatch of the tank to escape, because the puppets inside had no program to abandon the car. They were still turning the turret at the last second, looking for the enemy to attack them.
Just like that, the M4 tank was paralyzed in flames, and for some reason it didn't explode in the end. It was lying across the white clothed Swordsman's position, burning so lonely, like a bonfire that had been deliberately placed there.
Coincidentally, when Saintess of the Nine Nether faction was watching the battle, he happened to see the white clothed Swordsman who jumped up and made a contribution.
The white clothed Swordsman, who destroyed an M4 tank, was pierced through the head by a bullet from the other side before he could see the result of his battle.
The shattered skull, with its brains and blood, flew away in an instant.
The Swordsman's war was brutal, but it was still graceful. Even if they are engaged in massacres, they will not deliberately create such a scene.
However, the war of the Alanhill Empire was obviously not prepared for more ornamental value - when a white phosphorus incendiary bomb exploded, a white clothed Swordsman rolled and screamed on the ground covered in thick smoke. When the picture appeared, Saintess of Nine Nether finally couldn't help but withdraw his gaze.
She really felt that her stomach was a little bit overwhelmed. Fortunately, she just came out to watch the whole battlefield and didn't eat anything, so she didn't have the capital to vomit at this time.
But she still felt that something was tumbling in her stomach, and the acid in her stomach could rush to her throat at any time.
"Okay! It ended unexpectedly. The tough battle here ended with a great victory for our army." Marvin also retracted his gaze, because he saw a black flag held high by the puppet soldiers , went against the wind to the position where the white clothed man had just been stationed.
More puppets moved forward step by step with weapons, and beside them, another M4 tank drove forward either fast nor slow.
It seems that those white clothed people who resisted fiercely just now simply do not exist. The puppet soldiers didn't cheer, and nothing changed.
They just kept moving forward, making way for the puppets behind them. And the puppets behind them, one by one, have almost no end.
"This is the war of the Alanhill Empire!" Marvin made an introduction gesture and introduced to Saintess of the Nine Nether faction: "Victory comes with no difficulty, I don't know if I should celebrate it or not. ..."
(end of this chapter)