The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Because after the next machine gun hit the shield, one of his arms was directly knocked away, and at the same time, the shield flew away with a few fingers.

Facing the machine guns that continued to greet him immediately, he didn't have much left.

Just the body armor he was wearing, a DIY body armor with 12mm thick armor plates.

And after stimulating the blood power of the junior orc, compared with normal people, the flesh and blood body is tougher; but no matter how strong this thing is, it still seems to belong to the flesh and blood body.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, but Zhange didn't even feel the severe pain when several fingers were blown away.

Because at the moment the shield was smashed, another 20mm machine gun shot obliquely and stabbed at his chest.

Then it turned out that under the terrifying power of the 20mm machine gun.

No matter what is the 12mm bulletproof plate with amazing penetration that can hold the bullet of Guizi Yousaka; or what is the body that is far tougher than ordinary people after the power of blood bursts out.

It's useless, it's useless.

Because after that machine gun hit Zhange's chest.

Like a watermelon hit by a pistol, the middle part of Zhange's body exploded immediately...

Before he could react, the black doctor saw the battle song in front of him explode, and the flesh and blood splashed all over his body like rain.

There was also a sudden sharp pain in his chest at that time, as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer.

Immediately, after breaking an unknown number of ribs, the whole person was also knocked to the ground.

There are two types of warheads for the 20mm cannon, one of which is a bomb-charged, impact-explosive type that explodes as soon as it hits a target.

The other type is similar to the warhead of a bullet, completely relying on the impact force on the bullet to injure people.

And the one that hit the battle song just now belongs to the latter.

The 20mm caliber warhead carried a huge impact force. After blowing up Zhange's body on the spot, the rest of the force continued to hit the black doctor's chest, which also gave the black doctor a hard time.

As for why the black doctor was not blown up, it was because this guy was still wearing a green quality system armor.

One of the spoils after the island nation team that was wiped out last time.

The high-quality effect of the system's green armor is perfectly reflected at this moment, allowing the black doctor to avoid the tragic end of being blown up like a battle song.

Without any hesitation, as soon as he got up from the ground, the black doctor ran forward.

Even when he started to run, a stream of foul-smelling blood rushed into his throat, making him understand that just the impact just now caused him to suffer serious internal injuries.

Maybe even a broken rib had pierced the internal organs.

It's just that none of the above means that he can lie on the ground and stay still, waiting for rescue.

That way is fine in the modern plane, and it is the best way to deal with this kind of thing in the peaceful modern plane.

But right now, absolutely not.

Instead, the black Chinese doctor told himself that no matter how difficult it was, he must rush forward to save a child soldier like Zhang Quansheng.

Because such an opportunity was won by Zhange with his life.

Chapter 791 Between Life and Death (1) [Add 3/[-] for Xu Feng]

"My God! What did I see?

Is this yellow-faced Superman fighting our Uncle Sam's house?Please tell me, why even hitting them with a 20mm machine gun can't stop them? "

In the mouth of Lieutenant Justin, the pilot of the Mustang fighter jet.

Because he couldn't believe it so strongly, he muttered such a sentence.

The main reason is that until now, he was already in the process of climbing up with the fighter plane, and he took the time to turn his head to look at the ground, and then he happened to see the swordsman being blown up.

The black doctor was also knocked to the ground, but he got up from the ground in a blink of an eye and continued to charge forward.

Suddenly such an unscientific Changmin made him feel that the three views he had cultivated for nearly 30 years were shattered one by one at this moment.

(The first generation of Superman comics was born in Uncle Sam's house in 38, and it is quite famous, so the above statement is not a BUG)

For a moment, Lieutenant Justin became a little dazed after thinking about what happened to him in the past few days.

Mainly since a few days ago, in the communication channel between their pilots and the ground, ground troops have been calling them frantically almost all the time, requiring them to provide ground attack support.

Or to put it another way, in the current environment of uniting with Guo Jun and fleeing frantically.

The pilots of these air forces seem to be the hardest group of personnel.

Because they need to take off and land continuously, they will use a large number of aerial bombs, napalm bombs, as well as strafing bullets and machine guns to provide fire support and cover for ground troops.

But even so, those volunteer soldiers were still fighting despite the astonishing consumption of ammunition.

As a result, many air force pilots who participated in World War II and fought German sticks and devils have always been surprised in their hearts:

These volunteers, aren't they flesh and blood, and are they made of special materials?

Because in their view, often under their indiscriminate bombing, the positions are no longer suitable for normal human beings to survive in such an environment.

But after every bombing, there will always be someone who will continue to fire on the broken positions and continue to block those poor ground troops.

If based on their previous combat experience, with such an air strike force.

Whether it's Moustache's subordinates, those SS guards who claim to be fearless; or those devils who are brainwashed by Bushido and cut their stomachs at every turn.

The above-mentioned powerful Diran had already raised their hands and surrendered, or their entire army was wiped out.

But after encountering these volunteer soldiers, it is often the end of a pair of support, and soon they will receive reports from the ground troops.

Speaking of what, the enemy troops on the position appeared again, and they needed to attack again to cover them with firepower.

But the current scene just made Justin suddenly think of Superman, a more vivid adjective for these oriental men.

It's just that what the pilots of these soldiers don't know is that there is no superman in this world.

It's just some ordinary people who want to live a simple life for their wives and children, so that they can farm the land with peace of mind and dignity, such small wishes that they can't imagine.

Willing to risk everything, endure everything, and do superhuman things.

The exclamation from Justin's mouth was clearly transmitted to the ears of the other pilots above Pinebone Peak through the internal channel.

Perhaps it was those people who had seen so many similar scenes these days that they were so shocked that they fell silent.

The channel that had been buzzing with various driving sounds also began to quiet down.

That was when facing such an opponent, these proud sons of Uncle Sam's family in the sky felt so powerless for themselves and the advanced aircraft they were piloting.

Perhaps they have faintly realized that they will never be able to defeat such an opponent.

Even if they have weapons and equipment that are almost half a century more advanced than their opponents; the degree of industrialization has surpassed their opponents by an unknown number of years.

They even lost the courage to continue fighting in a short period of time...

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The ceasefire of the planes in the sky is naturally the best news for Hu Biao and others; it is a pity that such a calm was broken in a blink of an eye.

A gloomy voice, with the viciousness from hell, sounded in the pilot channel:

"I don't know if they are supermen, but I know that the squadron leader I respect the most, and my best brother, all died at their hands.

Therefore, even if they are supermen, they must be sent to hell. "

After hearing such a voice, everyone realized that this should be the pilot of the A-1 Skyraider, Second Lieutenant John of the 127th Air Brigade.

While saying these things in his mouth, John was already driving his plane with the 'AH236' livery, and swooped down towards the staggering figure on the ground.

When he was almost in position, he dropped a napalm bomb hanging from the left wing.

At such a time, the countdown in the heads of Hu Biao and others was already being counted to an unlucky number like '44 seconds' by the system with a cold mechanical sound.

The black doctor was about 22 meters away from where Zhang Quansheng was.

This is also the closest distance to Zhang Quansheng among the members of the Zhongzhou team.

It wasn't that Hu Biao and the others stood still and let the severely injured black doctor rush towards Zhang Quansheng alone.

Because when Hu Biao and the others were attacking the F9F Panther carrier-based aircraft, other aircraft had already swooped down and strafed and suppressed them forcefully.

While letting them dodge in embarrassment, it is impossible to move forward for a while.

Even at this moment, one could only see a huge flame immediately after a napalm bomb landed, directly enveloping the stumbling figure of the black doctor completely.

In the end, the figure of the black doctor disappeared into the flames.

It seems that the attempts of Zhange and Black Chinese Medicine could only end in such a regrettable way.

One of the missions in the third phase of the Zhongzhou team is about to fail, and they will soon face the severe punishment of killing ten people at random and not being able to revive...

"White Elephant, Old Hei, are you fucking giving birth? I'm out of anti-aircraft fire, and you're fucking firing."

In the hoarseness, Hu Biao cursed out such a sentence.

In fact, he also knew that in such a short period of time, he wanted to grab an M19 self-propelled artillery intact, and he drove to the top of the mountain to arrange it, lock the target and fire.

It takes a considerable amount of time, and it is far from being as simple as it sounds.

However, Hu Biao knows what he knows, and what he understands is what he understands. What's wrong with him cursing now.

As the commander of the team, he absolutely cannot see the ten people under him being wiped out forever.

Whether it is a veteran who has lived and died for many days, or a rookie who just joined this time, he cannot accept the consequences of being wiped out forever.

If so, he would rather die by himself.

With such an idea in mind, Hu Biao was ready to go all out.

Prepare to face the dense bullets that are constantly being shot down in front of you, and the fire dragon that is igniting because of the napalm incendiary bombs being dropped.

He rushed in desperately and rushed in front of Zhang Quansheng.

Even if he didn't know whether Zhang Quansheng could be saved by relying on some simple battlefield first aid methods that he had been temporarily trained a few times.

But no matter what, it was better than him not doing anything now, just hiding here and watching the players get wiped out.

Moreover!In his eyes, Zhang Quansheng was still a child.

However, at the moment when he got up, the AT beside him grabbed Hu Biao's body with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Just when Hu Biao thought he was talking about AT, he would yell "You are the commander, I'm here", but the little white-collar man said something else: