When the sound of the Type 02 heavy machine gun stopped, Shen Rusong subconsciously looked back and saw several ghosts surrounding the machine gun position. With an explosion, black flooded the wall. The corner of Shen Rusong's mouth twitched a few times. Want to run with all my strength.
"Squad leader! Help me!"
Shen Rusong stopped in a hurry, mud splashed, and five or six meters away, someone called him, it was Yang Qi! Half of his body was pressed into the ruins of bricks and tiles, and he begged Shen Rusong for help.
"I'm here! The monitor is here!"
Shen Rusong rushed over, pulled out the engineering shovel, and dug into the rubble frantically. He suddenly burst out with a huge force that he had never seen before in his life. He forcibly lifted up a huge piece of reinforced concrete and dragged Yang Qi out with his broken leg. He grabbed his pants and lifted them heavily onto his shoulders.
Behind the scenes, black tide surged.
After struggling to run out of the north gate of the base, the two of them were the last ones. Shen Rusong kicked hard and saw the cavalry who had boarded the rotor transport aircraft get off their horses and tried their best to save the only remaining mounts. At this time, the remaining The war horses are all thoroughbreds that are not intimidated and oppressed by natural enemies, and their will is not inferior to that of their masters!
The transport plane was about to take off, kicking up dust all over the sky. In the rising and falling black tide, who could see Shen Rusong and the three of them?
There was another violent earthquake, and Shen Rusong fell to the ground, struggling to crawl with his hands behind his back. Nearby, hundreds of dying dark ghosts screamed, with reddish-brown insect flesh inside their tattered and disintegrated carapace.
Sword roars and dragon howls sounded, and heavy objects hit the ground. In front of Shen Rusong's eyes, the pure white flames disappeared, and the golden-orange flames wrapped around the claw-marked body. The mecha held the chain sword high, and the armor's heart turbine burst out with flashes of light, collapsing. On the side of the camp, a dragon with one of its heads cut off was entangled, and its neck was separated, revealing countless bone spurs and barbs inside.
Gray blood and golden flames intertwined in Shen Rusong's eyes, the mecha raised its sword to stab, the sonic boom of the fighter planes when they turned around, and the heavy mist of the dragon's evil tumors exploding.
The small sulfur spring base was all turned into ink. In the fierce halo splashed by the battle between the mecha and the dragon evil, countless dark ghost beetles crossed the stacked walls until they reached this circle of stone buildings that had stood for decades. It collapsed, and in the vast smoke, deformed species rushed out one after another, and were quickly killed by heavy firepower from the air.
Shen Rusong stood up, stumbled and slipped, but he still fell down after holding up his hands. Shen Rusong endured the pain, grabbed Yang Qi's backpack strap with one hand, turned around, and trotted towards the evacuated aircraft group.
"Wait!" Shen Rusong shouted.
An armed helicopter loaded with soldiers lifted off and the helicopter's profile lights flashed red and green, like fireflies gathering here, picking up fire and flying away.
The Type 80 was still firing. Yang Qi had broken his leg but his hand was still good. He was still whimpering and howling and shooting in vain at Kuroshio. The recoil made his shoulders tilt. This time the magazine was empty and he threw it away. The gun was pressed into the soil with his palm, forcing Shen Rusong to stop.
"Squad leader! Let's go!"
Shen Rusong didn't look back, dragging him, dragging him, even if he was carrying him, dragging him, or lifting him! Any comrade must be taken away! any brother!
His forehead was covered with mud marks, sweat stains and blood stains, and beneath them were Shen Rusong's round almond-shaped eyes. He staggered across the sea of blood and corpses piled up by the corpses of dark ghosts. Missiles were flying in the sky, and the clouds were dense and dispersed. His gun had been fired long ago. The ammunition was empty, either taken away, or discarded on his own, but the glorious purple military medal on his arm was still firmly embedded in his sleeve.
He stepped through the bloody water with steel-clawed military boots, golden-orange flames swept across the sky, and there was light behind Shen Rusong. The great perpetual motion engine sprayed out four light-wing-like airflows, carrying the "Shanwen Armor" into the air. All the mounted gun emplacements of the main battle mecha were opened, and the bright blue plasma cannonballs sank into the gray air like raindrops. In the fog, the night sky is cloudless at the moment, and it is still like thunder!
The electric spot lightning danced on the body of the dragon, eroding its body into countless fist-sized holes. Each round of plasma bombardment was enough to destroy a company and melt the armored vehicles into scrap metal. The earth was just a picture in front of the plasma state. Rice paper that cannot withstand heavy ink beads.
The gray fog continued to disperse, covering half of the base, and the sky was half gray and half gold.
The confrontation between the flame stream and the gray mist, the unparalleled main battle mecha fighting against the most powerful creation of this era, the sun, moon and stars were eclipsed, the sky collapsed and the tsunami, the wind and thunder, Shen Rusong's thin back melted into the black tide, Can't help myself.
Walking among the corpses, the half-chewed war horses screamed miserably for their owners, the ghosts were making "coo-chi-chi" sounds, the helicopters were leaving one after another, and a new batch was still coming. , the fluid-shaped missile dragged through the brilliant tail flame, plunged into the gray mist, and exploded into pieces of beautiful ice mist.
The liquid nitrogen tank exploded and the temperature dropped sharply. In just ten seconds, the scorching heat caused by the thermobaric bomb turned into severe cold. Frost condensed on the surface of the titanium alloy of the mecha. As the mecha held the sword and jumped, the engine overloaded. With a surging sound, hail fell from the sky and hit Shen Rusong's helmet.
"Keng!!!"
Blood was flying in the gray mist, the tip of the chain sword was raised from time to time, the blue of the plasma cannon and the red of the thermobaric bomb overlapped back and forth, and the teeth made a sore sound when the sharp claws scratched into the metal mecha. The turbine blades accelerated, white light burst out again and again, and there was a dull sputtering sound of flesh and blood. They all continued behind Shen Rusong's back.
Shen Rusong wielded the engineering shovel, slashing at the dark ghosts blocking the road. There were too many beetle segments blocking the way, and the sharp edges scraped the skin and flesh of the two people. Blood kept flowing from Shen Rusong's mouth. He stared at the person in front of him. The light is not far ahead! If you have a little more road, you can go back! You can go home!
A squirming dark ghost breathed its last, and the upright limbs fell. Shen Rusong narrowly escaped, but Yang Qi dragged him directly from the surface of the sharp blade-like limbs, cutting the flesh with the sharp blade, and cut open most of the flesh of his forearm.
Shen Rusong continued to move forward regardless, until an obstacle blocked his way. He roared sadly and half-knelt on the ground.
Shen Rusong's grip on the armed belt couldn't help but loosen. He lost his breathing mask. He had been breathing radiation poisonous gas for an unknown amount of time. His eyes were red and his orifices were bleeding. He patted his chest and opened his mouth wide but couldn't scream.
The mecha wrapped in golden-orange flames melted away all markings and stealth coatings in the fire, revealing the original color of the silver-white titanium alloy. Just as the neuron control system of the mecha said, the pilot endured the burning flames. Under the pain and tenacity of will, the mecha's movements remained unchanged. It grabbed Long Ni's head with both hands and pressed it in front of the jet port.
The "Mountain Armor" polished off all its armaments, even resolutely removing redundant components. As the system was stripped off step by step, the mecha became thin and tall, like a Kingsguard with its armor removed, with extra wind at both ends of its wrists. The cold armor leaves come out, the layers are extended and connected, the chain sword!
