Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 101 Comrade Comrades
Da da da……

It's not continuous shooting, it's precise clicking.

Three bullets accurately hit the Mr. Mercy robot under the spotlight.

Accompanied by a very brief spark, a non-serious explosion sounded, and Comrade Jiao's lower body flame injection device was stimulated to catch fire, unable to maintain a suspended posture, and turned into an iron lump on the ground.

"In ancient times, there was an envoy between two armies who fought without beheading. As a military officer, you are too unrefined."

"Cultivation...hahahaha." The squad leader smiled arrogantly: "People before the war are really interesting. What kind of government assistant robot is completely a mascot."

The soldier who came up from below came to convey the order of the company commander-do his best to recover the Mr. Handy robot code-named Comrade Jiao under the premise of protecting Al Jazeera.

That's why he aimed at the flamethrower and shot.Whether you are facing fierce beasts wandering in the wilderness, or mechanical lunatics wandering in the wasteland, if you have a high defense, it is difficult for ordinary weapons to kill the enemy in one blow. Broken legs and maiming are the most effective countermeasures.

However, his smile quickly disappeared.

The moment Comrade Jiao fell to the ground, a bloated figure rushed out from the dilapidated ruins on the other side of the street, without avoiding the light of the searchlight, and entered the warning area.

Boom, boom, boom...

The whole wall was vibrating, as if the person could break the road with one step.

As the team leader thought, Comrade Jiao did not come to Al Jazeera alone.But what he couldn't understand was that the enemy simply let it come to the door and let it become an iron sounding box that couldn't move on the ground. Why?
When the searchlight accurately captured the figure crossing the long street, his heart shook violently, and his eyes opened like copper bells.

Blue painted metal armor, golden full face armor, modular structure, fine riveting...

And a boxy, oversized rifle.

Is this P-43 power armor? P-50 power armor?Or have you only heard of the P-62 power armor that you have never seen?
No...not at all, as far as he is a power armor enthusiast, the power armor produced by China before the war is completely different from the equipment worn by the people here, and it is not so advanced and sophisticated at all. People have a sense of oppression with a sci-fi color.

"Look, what the hell is that?" At this moment, the people next to him also realized.

"Power... armor?"

"One person, he rushed over alone?"

"Concentrate on killing him!"

"..."

When the chaotic voice sounded from the wall, Tang Yan picked up the C-14 Piercer II Electromagnetic Rifle in his hand, looked at the lock mark on the HUD interface of the mask and said, "Let's play happily."

The light coming from within cast a flash of glitz in his eyes.

Before the soldiers defending Radio Al Jazeera pulled the trigger, the muzzle fire of the C-14 Impaler II electromagnetic rifle surged, and the flames stretched and stretched, and the light poured like raindrops on the iron, cement and wooden walls. .

With the continuous vibration of the receiver, the muzzle of the gun swept from left to right, and bullet holes spread across the wall like fast-blooming bouquets.

One after another, soldiers fell backwards with blood streaking to the sky.

Without exception, the bullets were shot in the head, and those who were lying on the wall were killed at most with just one shot.

Even if someone huddled behind the bunker, they could not survive, being sieved by the metal spikes passing through the wall.

The 95-type assault rifle has a magazine capacity of 30 rounds, and the drum magazine can hold 75 rounds, but the enemy in power armor outside the door fired more than 50 shots in one breath and still has no intention of stopping.

boom!boom!
Flames rose in the sky, which was caused by the detonation of the Type I automatic sentry gun on the roof of the Al Jazeera building.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
There were several crisp sounds one after another, and the searchlights used for warning lighting were also smashed to pieces.

The team leader was hit by five bullets and wanted to understand a problem while falling from the wall.

That man didn't need cover, he wasn't even interested in playing hide-and-seek with them, he just attacked from the front gate so brutally, and killed all the soldiers in a row by the front gate in less than half a minute.

In the eyes of that person, bunkers and the like don't matter at all!
The bullets fired by the Type 95 assault rifle can't even break through the defense of the power armor.

Pfft!
The squad leader fell to the ground, blood gushing from the hole in his chest.

He was not alone. There was a circle of corpses lying at the base of the wall, all of them were his team members. The Type 89 heavy machine gun deployed on the third-floor balcony of the radio station building did not fire a single shot, and the gunman met Hades before them.

"Or maybe Comrade Jiao...is just a tool he uses to mark and lock multiple enemy targets..."

"He's really ruthless..."

Before swallowing his last breath, the team leader thought that as an experienced veteran, he could fully understand the target's grasp of battlefield intelligence from the enemy's actions.

In modern warfare, intelligence and technology are fought.

Under the double disadvantage, it is basically impossible for the weak side to come back.

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After finishing off the soldiers at the main entrance, Tang Yan glanced at Comrade Jiao who was trying to prop up his body with three mechanical arms, and tried his best to speak in a calm tone: "Are you okay."

"I can't understand the feelings of those people. They were clearly deceived by Luo Zuoming, why they refuse to resolve the issue peacefully, they are really a group of fools."

Tang Yan said: "In the wasteland world, whoever gives them food, clothing, and clothing, they will be loyal to whom, and they will not distinguish between right and wrong, good and evil. Why do you want to be a human when you are happy to be a dog? It is very distressing to be a human."

Comrade Jiao succeeded. Without its propulsion device, it successfully supported its body with three mechanical arms, and its walking posture looked like a duck.

"Is this the so-called regression of human nature and moral decline?"

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance to negotiate." Tang Yan shrugged: "It doesn't make sense to walk in this world. If you want others to listen to your voice patiently, what you need most is not your mouth, but it."

He patted the C-14 Impaler II electromagnetic rifle in his hand.

"Treat your enemies as ruthlessly as the autumn wind sweeps fallen leaves, and treat your comrades as warmly as spring."

"You're so right."

Tang Yan's words reached its "core" ridge, and subconsciously raised the robotic arm to shout a slogan, but the center of gravity was unstable and it stuck in the crater, making a muffled impact sound.

"Luo Zuoming uses his power to continuously seize the wealth belonging to the people of the peninsula region. This is the face of politicians in evil capitalist countries. So my comrades and comrades-in-arms, you must keep your eyes open and recognize who is the enemy and who is the brother. "

He bent down, bent his legs, and extended a hand of friendship to Comrade Jiao.

A mechanical arm was raised and rested lightly on the palm.

He took its "hand" and got up from the crater, like a caring comrade sharing weal and woe.

"Tang Yan, you are really a good person."

Tang Yan didn't speak, but looked at the radio station building in the darkness ahead.

Comrade Jiao thought he was observing the enemy's situation.

But it wasn't, he was trying to suppress himself from laughing.

God TM comrades in arms, ghosts are comrades in arms with it.

From his promise to Comrade Jiao to appear on the stage to negotiate with the Al Jazeera guards to a strong attack to clear the obstacles ahead.

Everything he did was to win Comrade Jiao's favor.

The best way to get friendship is to lend a helping hand when your target is struggling and lost, isn't it?
It is impossible for Luo Zuoming not to be interested in Vault 1017. As the supervisor of Vault 1017, Comrade Jiao's top priority must be to capture it, not destroy it.So he wasn't worried at all that Mr. Renci would be blown up by the defenders. On the contrary, it could help him figure out the deployment of troops at the front door. Comrade Jiao's attack could bring so many benefits, how could he not make good use of it.

(End of this chapter)