Chapter 1542
My Empire Chapter 1542
2021-10-15
Chapter 1542 1544 I'm here"Huh!" The howling energy shells swept across the battlefield, directly It hit the shiny Magic Talisman text with a deafening explosion.
The fire lit up the night sky, and an electromagnetic tank of the Alanhill Empire was burning next to it, and there were grenadier corpses lying in the open space next to it.
And in the distance, on the Watchers' positions, likewise can be seen everywhere the corpses of the Sweepers lying on the ground, and the remains of the Burning Destroyer.
A few grenadiers, armed with various weapons, hunched over and trotted past the wreckage of a previously paralyzed Destroyer tank. The flames on the wreckage of the tank had been extinguished, along with the bodies of several killed sweepers.
"Are you ready?" In a crater that had cooled down, a grenadier asked his comrades through the intercom.
"Ready!" His comrades gave him the affirmative answer.
While answering, he had already carried the bazooka on his shoulders. This was a one-off bazooka that could be thrown away after shooting.
Through the infrared sight, the grenadier carrying the bazooka aimed the powerful weapon in his hand at the distant target, and pulled the trigger to fire in the next second.
In a dazzling burst of light, dragging a long plume of smoke, the rocket hit the side of a destroyer tank that was crawling forward.
Then a huge explosion sounded, and the Destroyer tank exploded so violently that one of its legs was blown out and landed far away.
"bang!" The grenadiers had just left the position where they had opened fire when the sweeper's attack covered the crater.
The dense energy bullet hit the vicinity of the crater, setting off a plume of muddy smoke one after another. The dust fell and hit the kinetic mecha of several grenadiers who had already escaped alive, making a faint sound of ding ding dong dong.
"There's a car coming!" A grenadier leaning on the ground, feeling the ground shaking, lifts the head to his comrades behind him.
The comrade-in-arms nodded slightly and handed the bazooka in his hand to the shooter behind him. The shooter inserted the fiber-optic wire from the bazooka into his wrist, connecting the bazooka's sight to the one on his powered mecha.
With the development of power mecha, a series of changes have taken place in the weapons of the Alanhill Empire. For example, the sights are now basically integrated on the power armor, and there is only one indicator on the weapon. .
The advantage of this is that the aiming fire control is handed over to the power armor that does not need to be discarded, and those missiles, rockets, rifles and other weapons do not need to design and install expensive aiming equipment.
This effectively saves costs and improves the battle strength of the troops. After integrating various weapons and equipment, it becomes easier for individual soldiers to control weapons.
After the connection was completed, the shooter nodded slightly, and lay on the edge of the crater surrounded by some corpses, aiming the rocket at a destroyer tank that was approaching not far away. .
Then, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and another rocket flew towards the target with lightning speed.
"Bang!" Another huge explosion rang across the battlefield, and another advancing Destroyer tank was destroyed halfway by Alanhill Imperial's anti-tank squad.
This anti-tank squad attracted more attacks this time, they just had time to find a new bunker to jump in to avoid, and the densely packed energy shells landed all around them.
A huge wave of air blew against the steel armor outside the sturdy power mecha, and the flying sand and gravel hit the armor with a crackle sound.
"I was hit...Take the extra bazooka...Get out of here!" The sub-shooter's voice came from behind the two people, and when they turned around, they found the last flip. The sub-shooter who entered this crater was covered in blood.
An energy bullet hit his body and passed through his ribs. Then the shell should have exploded behind him, the energy of the explosion piercing the mecha defenses and piercing the clone trooper's guts.
"..." Without saying much, the rifleman in charge of covering took a bazooka with blood from his companion and hung it behind him in obscurity.
As for the sub-shooter who handed out the rocket launcher, his palm dipped weakly and fell to the bottom of the crater.
The shooter one-knee kneels, took out a grenade from his waist, pulled the safety cover and pressed it under his companion, then picked up another rocket and aimed it The rifleman who was covering himself nodded slightly.
The two of them took advantage of the interval between the attacks and jumped out of the crater, hunched over to the back of the wreckage of another Destroyer tank that was still burning with small flames.
The rain of bullets that had just stopped came again, and several energy cannonballs hit the place they just passed, turning up the sky.
"tú tú tú tú!" Leaning on the wreckage of the Destroyer Tank, the riflemen who covered it skillfully swept away several sweepers who approached from the other side and knocked them to the ground.
He took off the magazine of the electromagnetic rifle, inserted the magazine back into his waist, then removed another new magazine from the side and inserted it into the rifle: "We are surrounded !"
While he was talking, a grenade exploded on the way, and a flash of fire was fleeting.
That was the grenade that had just been pinned under the corpse, which was triggered and detonated because the safety bounced off--obviously, a sweeper flipped the corpse and was eventually disposed of with the corpse.
"Have you thought about going back?" The shooter with the rocket launcher aimed the rocket at the army of sweepers who were besieging him behind him, and pulled the trigger.
"What are you kidding?" Holding up his rifle, he sneered at the rifleman who kept shooting in the distance, and didn't stop shooting.
The rocket exploded in the crowd of sweepers, engulfing several sweepers. At the same time, the shooter removed the last rocket hanging from the rifleman's back. He also didn't connect the wire, but directly opened the lid of the launch cylinder in front, pulled the safety grenade, which was also the last one, and threw it in.
"I'll go first!" He held the bazooka and strode the meteor along the way it came. Behind him, the rifleman was still shooting without even turning his head.
The huge explosion of "bang!" swept away the approaching sweeper, and the dirt hit the rifleman's armor. He also emptied his last magazine.
The grenade was removed from his waist, the safety was pulled off, and the clone lifted his mask: "I'm coming!"
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