Chapter 126

They walked out bravely.

It's stupid to go out.

A man ran towards the place where the searchlights converged. He was not very fast, but his position was very coquettish. None of the howitzers fired by the tank's main gun hit the target, and at most it rained mud on the black shell of the target.

The 12.7MM caliber bullets flew through the air, occasionally bouncing off dazzling sparks on the armor surface.

Before the grenades and rockets left the chamber, a white light flashed in front of them, and death and destruction followed one after another.

Is that thing an Iron Guard robot?Only a ghost can believe it!
When a laser beam shines on the turret of the 85-II main battle tank, the commander presses the launch button of the smoke bomb.

poof, poof, poof, poof...

White flames bloomed outside the wall, forming a six or seven meter long shelter.

The people inside thought that this would resolve the crisis, but with the next breath, the chassis swayed.The driver reported bad news - the track was damaged.

The commander began to pray, praying that the accompanying infantry unit would do everything possible to kill the enemy.

When the smoke screen was blown away by the wind, the firefight outside also stopped.

"Victory? Did you kill that thing?" the commander asked himself.

At this moment, the smoke screen that had not completely dissipated at the rear of the car was smashed by a black shadow, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the field of vision.

"It's over!" The captain and driver felt chills.

The flanks, rear, and turret of the tank are relatively weak compared to the frontal armor.

However, what puzzled the people in the car was that the enemy paused behind them and did not give them a fatal blow. Instead, they moved to the front of the car and slowly raised the dual grenade launcher that was still smoking on their right arm.

"What is he going to do... what is he going to do?" the driver exclaimed.

After driving the tank for seven or eight years, he has never seen such a hard-headed guy. Instead of stabbing the chrysanthemum, he chose to force it from the front. That is the strongest part of the tank. Although the health of the tank is not very good after a long time, It is not equipped with reactive armor, but it cannot be penetrated by small and medium-caliber howitzers.

"This guy, is he using us to test the performance of weapons?"

The captain suddenly woke up when he heard the driver's shout, but unfortunately everything was too late.

call out!boom!
The car body shook for a while, the instrument panel burst into dazzling sparks, and the surroundings ping-pong.

boom!
The strong light penetrated the cockpit, and metal fragments rushed in, smashing the captain's body into blood.

The ace weapon used by Yuancheng City Defense Force to take down Maxim Cannery is over...

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In the woodland far away, Sanpao's face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, and he complained habitually.

"That should be our trophy... That should be our trophy... This lunatic, he can obviously capture that tank."

"Now it's a pile of scrap iron, scrap iron that no one wants, is there such a prodigal? No woman would like such a guy!"

Zang Feng was not afraid of revealing his position, so he lit a cigarette and put it near his mouth to smoke, looking up at the night sky covered with dark clouds.

Just like Tang Yan said, there is no need for three people to appear in this battle, not even cover.

General Wang was as excited as a baboon, walking back and forth between the big tree on the left and the modified pickup truck.

"That thing is mine, you hear that, that thing is mine..." He was referring to the 5-4 armored combat suit.

Sanpao spat: "Are you so sure that Tang Yan will use it for you?"

General Wang had a determined expression on his face: "Even if I lick the soles of his feet, I will definitely get it."

Sanpao recalled the card game between General Wang and the aircraft leader four months ago. The loser had to lick the creaking hole of the winner's designated partner.Knowing this, he and Zeng Hua haven't eaten the food made by General Wang for more than half a month.

The cook was not lying when he said that he licked the soles of Tang Yan's feet, he could really do it.

Zang Feng sucked a few puffs on his cigarette, then turned his head to look southeast of Maxim's Cannery.

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"Did you all see it just now?"

Under the slope where the bushes were, several people wearing gas masks nodded repeatedly: "I saw it."

"Remember to testify for me when you get back." Song Xiangning threw aside the withered grass cloak used for camouflage, picked up the sniper rifle on the ground and walked towards the parking place of the jeep.

Wang Ming's instructions to him were to check the battle outside the Maxim Cannery and play by ear.

The "mechanism" here doesn't just mean remembering the battle process between the Pandaren Legion and the Kite City Defense Army, and then returning to Gem City to tell them what happened here, who won and who lost, but also includes deduction at the right time. Pull the trigger on the man who brought unrest to the Jewel City.

They were happy to see Luo Zuoming die, but they didn't appreciate Tang Yan's contribution in this matter.

Song Xiangning returned to the jeep and started the engine, turned around in the wasteland, and drove towards Gem City.

Maxim's Cannery disappeared into the rearview mirror, and his blood was still boiling.

If it's possible...if it's possible...he really wants to spit thick phlegm on Wang Ming's face, and tell some old men to kill that man by himself, and don't come to trick them, the soldiers of Gemstone City.

From today onwards, even if the sky falls, he will not be an enemy of that guy.

Song Xiangning observed the expressions of his companions in the back row through the rearview mirror, and thought that he was not the only one who had such thoughts.

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At the same time, in a warehouse in the northwest corner of Maxim's Cannery where various discarded parts were piled up, a person holding a low-light telescope came down from the ladder leading to the attic.

Not far away was a blanket that had been lifted, and there was a passage extending downwards on the concrete floor next to the blanket. A dozen heavily armed soldiers stood beside the passage, all watching him eagerly, waiting for the order to attack.

The snipe and the clam compete for the fisherman's profit, or the praying mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind...

This is what he said before Huilian left.

Rubbing his hands together, he crossed his fingers and pushed his palms outward, making a crackling sound of joints. He shook his neck again, and there was another sound like popping beans.

After doing this, the man walked towards the secret passage: "Well...it's windy at night, so I still need to pack some clothes."

The soldiers outside the secret passage and the soldiers inside the secret passage looked at his retreating back with confusion in their eyes.

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When the front of the Type 85-II main battle tank was violently torn apart by the Punisher grenade, a dark green military truck drove out of the back door of Maxim's Cannery and fled northwestward with billows of dust.

In the shed behind the military truck, Wang Puzhao sat on the bench on the right near the driver's cab and bowed his head in silence. The injury on his shoulder hadn't been treated in time, and blood was still pouring out.

Facing him sat a few soldiers, who were more or less wounded, and their expressions were similar to his, a mixture of frustration, panic, and bewilderment.

A company of troops, and something as big as the Type 85-II tank, was defeated by one person, and less than one-fifth of the people escaped alive. Who would believe such a thing?
However, this kind of thing that will be responded to "you are bragging" is actually happening in front of you.

Scattered corpses, collapsed walls, over-fired motorcycles, collapsed tanks... These scenes representing the failure of the expeditionary force are not far behind the rear of the car. Hunting sound.

Deputy company commander Pang Hongfei stood up while resisting the shaking from the vehicle body while grabbing the handrails on the roof.

In his right hand he held a black box with a big red button in the center that looked like it might be some kind of detonator.

"Tang Yan? Bah! You can't get what I, the people of Yuan City, can't get."

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