Chapter 439, extinguishing hope
Forward, forward, with heavy steps forward.
The high-pile car obstacles were easily pushed down, very easily pushed down, but the airborne soldier in the front row, the tall airborne soldier wearing heavy power armor, raised the huge shield in his hand high, and hit the piled cars in front of him heavily, and they collapsed.
Rockets, RPGs, heavy machine guns, the heavy firepower network composed of these things opened fire in an instant, engulfing the entire battlefield. The diffused gunpowder and dust became the light white mist that rose. This group of city police didn't even know where to find some old flamethrowers.
The hot flames, the terrifying temperature, accompanied by the courage boosted by shouting.
But, the effect was not very good.
The heavy figures rushed out of the flames and smoke easily. The unburned solid gasoline was still attached to the armor surface of these guys. The flames did not stop them. Suddenly, violent rage sounded around these heavy figures. The ammunition equipped by the pioneer tank was not only the steel needle shells that were dedicated to breaking armor.
In a panic, a driver loaded the tank's shells incorrectly and fired them crookedly.
This was an air-blast bomb used to eliminate low-threat targets. Such an explosion was just a breeze for these space airborne soldiers wearing power armor.
The flames went out in this huge explosion, and the scarlet electronic eyes and the charred armor shell appeared on the field.
It was a desperate scene, but it was not the most desperate scene.
These space airborne soldiers began to fire, and the huge guns in their hands included everything in front of them in an almost indiscriminate way.
As the absolute elite of the Rat Empire, these guys naturally would not fool with their weapons. The magic-accelerated shotgun was just the most common one in a series of weapons.
Soul shock bomb, anti-psychic heavy tower shield, that is, the giant shield that can take a steel needle shell, tearer machine gun, lava flamethrower, small psychic beam gun, and earth-shaking mortar.
Well, a bunch of scattered things, you just need to know that those rat engineers have almost invested their greatest energy in this power armor plan.
Armed to the teeth, really armed to the teeth.
The terrifying machine gun with a caliber large enough to be called a cannon is worthy of the name of tearer. The city police of the gerbils who are hit will be torn into two halves directly. Lava flamethrower, in fact, this is not a standard flamethrower, but a special type of howitzer. They fire that special grenade. After hitting, it suddenly explodes and engulfs everything around it, turning it into a small hot lava block.
How can this not be considered a flamethrower? After all, the guys hit were directly roasted and carbonized. It was a completely orthodox flamethrower. From the strategy of this weapon, you can see the cruelty of the rat engineers.
The defense line of the sand rats and their equally fragile selves were easily sent to the sky by the soldiers of the rat airborne corps.
Only the small nuclear explosion could stop these guys from advancing, relying on the nuclear batteries buried under the obstacles and the mushroom clouds rising up.
The rats have never been exposed to nuclear energy, and their distorted technology tree makes them not like a real space race in many ways.
But this is a small problem. Even if it is a nuclear weapon, it is not necessarily better than the equally cruel destroyer, and the terrible collateral damage of nuclear radiation is not so effective for the rats.
Those rat engineers encountered difficulties in cultivating the power armor hosts. They found that after cultivating these castrated super rats to a certain extent, it was difficult to further stimulate their physical vitality.
These royal engineers of the Rat Empire thought that they were still a little different from the crazy guys in the hands of the temple priests. They were decent people. Even in war, they did not need so many unintelligent and disorderly monsters.
Reason, stability, yes, yes, yes! Perfect, perfect!
Well, such requirements are really rare. Perhaps it is because their real works are actually those expensive power armors, and these super rats as power armor pendants, they only need to take on the responsibilities of pendants.
Perhaps in this idea, their requirements for these super rats are rationality, stability and perfection.
But recently, they have fallen into a bottleneck. No matter how much the rats are strengthened, they are just rats, poor flesh and blood composed of protein, and brittle bones mixed with calcium, phosphorus and collagen.
Poor, with these things as the basis, no matter what kind of creation, they are dissatisfied, not strong enough, not perfect enough.
Of course, it may also be the lack of some very important attributes as filler and inspiration, perhaps nuclear energy, atomic energy, these radiation can bring some new inspiration to those crazy guys.
These small nuclear bombs can only hinder the steps of these tall monsters.
In the extreme high temperature, the terrifying radiation, after the most vulnerable part of this extremely expensive power armor is damaged, the life support system is damaged, even these super ratmen who have undergone transformation, they are difficult to resist and survive in such an extremely harsh situation.
But they can only block them. These airborne corps guys are a group of elite soldiers, not cold weapons. They are good at war and can also avoid danger.
Just a few nuclear explosions have taught these guys to avoid and start looking for small nuclear devices buried on the battlefield.
These elite soldiers are learning very fast.
If it happens one or two more times, these small nuclear devices they buried will be completely ineffective.
How long has it been? This battle has just started for less than half an hour!
Of course, these gerbils also have weapons that can decide the outcome in an instant. Those serious super nuclear weapons, once fired, the small sun will rise in this city for a moment, and these terrifying enemies will be swallowed up in an instant.
But what is the price? What is the price? The price is that these soldiers who stick here and their hope to rebuild Ernst, the progressive city, will also be sent to the sky.
Since the buried nuclear traps can't work, they can only use blood and flesh to stop this group of invincible enemies.
After only half an hour of fighting, this wide street has become riddled with holes, flames, craters, broken flesh, broken metal, and a mess.
After several small nuclear explosions, even though the equipment of the gerbils was almost all processed, the sound in the communicator and walkie-talkie became a little more blurred, and harsh noises and snowflakes appeared on all the electronic equipment on the field.
As for the ratmen, the power armor on the airborne super ratmen was not greatly affected.
Gears, steam, magic energy, the real electronic parts on this power armor are almost negligible, and even if there are, they are basically protected by this heavy armor, and they are not afraid of electromagnetic disturbances.
The ratmen are not unaware of magnetic fields and radiation, but they lack some key technology trees and have no way to stably create radiation and magnetic fields.
A city councillor climbed up the battlefield platform and stepped on the curved railing. On this battlefield, he wanted to raise his arms and shout, but the target was too conspicuous. In an instant, a beam of blue light crossed the sky and blew up the city councillor's head.
The headless body lost all movement and fell like a rag doll.
Unexpectedly, this did not cause fear among the city police and defense company employees, but instead mobilized their fighting spirit. These guys were always called "young master soldiers" by the residents of this city and the scavengers and wastelanders in the wasteland.
The former is a disgraceful term of dissatisfaction, while the latter is full of envy.
But it must be admitted that they regard themselves as defenders of this city. Perhaps it comes from years of propaganda. They believe that Enkos is the hope of this planet and the gerbils. They have more ideals and beliefs than those wastelanders who are hesitant and only care about the present.
Although faith and ideals are worthless on the battlefield at this time, they can indeed make them grit their teeth and persevere.
Another city councilor climbed up the platform and began to shout wildly.
"Warriors! Don't give up, don't retreat, behind us is the hope of Enkos and the hope of the entire gerbil civilization! Never give up! Never retreat!"
Another beam of light came, and the body of this city councilor also fell heavily to the ground, but the morale of these city police and defense company employees on the field was stimulated.
A city policeman hiding in the explosion pit, holding a bag full of grenades, suddenly jumped out and ran towards an airborne soldier when he moved forward.
"For Enkos!"
With a loud shout, the guy suddenly exploded, causing the airborne soldier holding a huge shield to stagger, revealing a flaw. His companions behind him did not let him down. A steel needle shell accurately hit the airborne soldier's left shoulder, a crack appeared, and the shoulder armor of his left hand shattered.
Followed by a rocket, the smoke dissipated, and the left arm of the airborne soldier holding a huge shield disappeared, but he did not fall down completely.
Still standing on the battlefield, an airborne soldier holding a ripper machine gun behind him pulled the trigger. With the crisp sound of tearing cloth, everything in front of him was torn apart quickly, until the barrel turned red and the bullets were all used up. Without any idea of reloading, he casually abandoned the huge machine gun in his hand and took off another huge black tube from his back.
The armless soldier lowered his head, and the guy behind him pulled the trigger. A dark object flew out at a very fast speed. With a loud bang, the high platform that the city councilors climbed twice turned into a ruin.
Amid the fierce shouts from the opposite side.
The war continued, but it became more and more tragic. Soon, it developed to the point where the pioneer nuclear tanks drove the engine overload and voluntarily crashed into it and exploded. Such a tragic scene appeared.
What made people despair was that these guys, these tall enemies, were still moving forward, they were still moving forward, they were still moving forward, even if they fell one by one, they never stopped, as if they could not stop these guys from moving forward anyway.
"Ah! You monsters, you devils!"
After the last Pioneer on the battlefield ran out of ammunition, it still resolutely rushed towards these tall guys.
With a loud bang, another small mushroom cloud rose, and a tall figure knelt on this tragic battlefield. At this moment, the winner of this battle was already obvious.
The figures of these expensive fighters of the airborne corps have become much sparser than at the beginning, but they still stand on this battlefield, and the gerbils who have lost all the Pioneer tanks, the defenders here, and the city guards, they can no longer cause any serious damage to the super rat warriors of the airborne corps.
Of course, the last straw that broke the camel's back was not just the destruction of the last Pioneer tank.
In the sky, the ratman airborne troops arrived, and under the escort of small ships passing over the city, one by one the ratman warriors jumped down from the transport ships hovering in the sky with weapons in hand.
This city and this area are currently too chaotic. These transport ships did not choose to land directly, but dropped the rat warriors in them from high altitude.
One by one, the rat warriors opened their parachutes and slowly fell in the sky, like dandelions floating in the wind, and became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The city council members who were eager to crawl out of the underground tunnel with the host were facing the tall rat warriors covered in blood and charred and the huge shotguns they raised.
In the huge noise, this guy and the host he was holding in his hand, the silver-white host that was still buzzing, were hit together and a pool of fragments were formed.
After the last gunshot in front of the Enkos Archives fell.
Just like that, just like that, everything was destroyed. The first city lord of Enkos, who walked out of the shelter and decided to save all the gerbils, might have thought that his ideals would stop and could not be passed on, just like Enkos, which has stood for four hundred years but has never lost its light.
But he did not do nothing. He left behind this high intelligence that survived the golden age without being polluted, and left hope.
But obviously, leaving hope is difficult, but extinguishing it is very easy.
That golden age of the gerbils, that once beautiful and prosperous era, it can no longer preserve even the last bit of afterglow.
But what does this mean to the rats? They don't care about the life and death and future of these natives.