Chapter 448 (1/2)

Jiang Chen swears that this is absolutely the most spectacular fireworks he has ever seen.

If not in virtual reality.

Smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.

The Rockets whine and roar, as if the sky bow to the distance. In just 20 seconds, 320 rockets went out. Looking at the distant smoke, Jiang Chen can't help but praise.

”It's a pity we can't see the explosion.”

Cheng Weiguo quietly handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms. Just now he has set the battle command.

”Oh, by the way, and this thing.” Jiang Chen smiles and takes the tablet from Cheng Weiguo's hand and looks at the battlefield.

……

Break the bridge.

Crouching behind the bunkers, the mutants, armed with machine guns, were ready to face the NAC soldiers' position across the river. Yesterday, NAC's men tried to build a pontoon three times, but they were all suppressed by their shells, machine guns and recoilless guns.

The mortars and electromagnetic guns on the other side caused them a lot of trouble, but it didn't matter. All mutants have no doubt that as long as they stick to it, the first thing they can't consume is these stupid human beings!

”They're about to hold on! We have plenty of ammunition, we are stronger! When the cold winter comes, they will die

Standing at the rear of the position, the mutant commander, dressed in a suit made of dead claw skin, brandished his machine gun and roared at his comrades crawling in the battle position to boost their morale.

In the mutant society, clothing often symbolizes strength and status. Only the warrior who alone defeated the dead claw. Is qualified to wear its skin on the body as a war robe.

”What is that?”

But at this time, a mutant squatting behind the anti tank gun roared in a gruff voice and pointed his finger to the black spot in the sky.

”Maybe it's their little toy. Don't panic. We have air defense machine guns and EMPs. ”

Muttering rudely, the mutant commander pulled the telescope off his chest.

The toy in his mouth naturally refers to NAC's hummingbird UAV. When an EMP gun grenade is found, and the UAV falls to the ground like an electric fly, no one is afraid of these gadgets any more. When confronted with a UAV, they would fuze the EMP grenades, although EMP would also disable the red dot sight on their guns. But no one cares.

Mutants don't need to aim, mutants just need to vent fire!

His ugly eyebrows huddled together. The commander adjusted his focus and looked at the black spot in the sky.

Bang.

The telescope in his hand fell to the ground. As the mutants around him looked at him puzzled, his ugly face gradually distorted.

”Lie down!”

Roaring, he's in the confused sight of the mutants. To the side of the foxhole.

But it doesn't make sense

Boom boom!

The rain of death fell on the overwhelming rockets, and the mutant people, who were stuck in the trenches and bunkers, witnessed the purgatory like scene in horror, as well as their comrades and their flying limbs.

The explosion covered every inch of soil, plowing through the mutant's position, leaving a pile of tattered weapons and charred limbs and broken arms. Rocket coverage detonated ammunition boxes in trenches and foxholes, triggering a second explosion. The trench was a mess of flesh and blood.

A round of washing is over!

But the mutant's nightmare is not over.

With the jet of the vortex engine, the power armor crossed the river first. The engineers ran forward and placed a floating bridge for the tanks to pass through. Followed by soldiers in mechanical exoskeletons and tanks roaring with engines.

With steel plates hanging on their chests, thousands of mutants with machine guns stood up from further positions and rushed frantically towards the river. They fired and pushed forward in an attempt to regain control of the river bank. Some of the mutants even fired flat with mortars, or even ran with self exploding bombs.

And lead mutants with power hammers. Unless it's facing the 50. Otherwise, with their armor and resilience almost invincible, they ignore the barrage of bullets and roar toward NAC's position.

However, before they had run to the middle, they were shocked to find that the distant rocket would roar again

……

The thick smoke in the distance, dotted with ruins of the wasteland, like the nib of a pen, point by point, sketching the rugged curve.

The Rockets continue to rise, then fall, and rain of death on the distant mutants.

The shrapnel couldn't cut through the armor of the leaded mutants, but shattered their internal organs and brains. Even though the resilience of mutants is terrifying, they can not escape the fact that they are creatures.

In the face of NAC fire, the mutants were much more cautious. They huddled in the foxhole, pulling the dense positions apart in an attempt to respond to NAC shelling in a loose formation. There are no more than two ideas that keep them going.

They don't have much ammunition left!It's just the last madness!

However, it turns out that this is just wishful thinking.