Chapter 133 (1/2)
In the face of many soul divisions jumping down from the city, the infantry have accumulated thousands of years of fear of the soul division, which makes them a little shaken, but the political commissars with the highest consciousness under the shadow have followed the front line to cooperate with the comfort of the veterans who have completed the round the world voyage.
A little weak disturbance soon subsided. Zhang Dou, who is already a senior artillery, comforted his new partner: ”don't look at those soul masters when loading later. They can't get through.
Infantry and grenadiers cover the machine gunners, and the machine gunners cover us. We are the safest on the whole battlefield, so as long as we aim and blow him hard!
Just this guy, it's really done. The soul emperor has to die. I'll tell you, one of my most beautiful times, blasted the title Douluo into the sea!
That's really cool! The gun barrel is so thick that women can turn around if they get in, which is much more powerful than the one we use now! ” Zhang Dou, like a veteran in all the army, showed off his achievements with the newcomers, but it didn't delay him at all. He recited the trigonometric function table in his heart and skillfully turned the winch in his hand, as if the cannon had been integrated with him. He aimed at the most conspicuous eight ring soul duel.
In the surrounding artillery, those recruits heard Zhang Dou say that he shot the title Douluo into the sea. They thought he was blowing the air, but they were not so nervous. They all silently counted the trigonometric function table in their hearts and prepared to give a cruel blow to the invaders later.
The soul masters who rushed down from the city wall do not know what they are facing. They should only be heavy engineering machinery. Although it has great power, its accuracy is really worrying.
Even among the soul masters who jumped off the wall, there were some young soul masters who were only 14 or 15 years old. Their teachers even told them how to kill before they joined the war and how to avoid nausea after killing.
Their hands have never been stained with blood, and they will never understand the cruelty of modern war. Maybe they were still laughing before they went to the battlefield.
Laugh at each other, who will vomit first because of killing. Between words, there is cruelty in innocence, with infinite cruelty to the killed.
But from today on, everyone will understand that if you don't have the determination to die, you don't want to set foot on the battlefield. In an era when the caliber determines justice, bullets never deliberately avoid nobles and soul masters, but will attack officials.
Before they boarded the battlefield, they thought that ordinary people would only flee like sheep facing tigers, but after they really faced them, they were shocked to see that none of the soldiers on the scattered line fled. When the distance was still very far, they raised their strange iron rods and pointed their black guns at the soul masters like tigers descending the mountain.
No one realized what it was. Maybe someone took the black muzzle as a blow arrow used by the primitive tribe. In addition to toxins, it was not enough to be afraid.
But when the muzzle of those guns flickered with fire, they realized that it was too late. The high-speed projectile penetrated their skin, rolled in their bodies in their stunned eyes, stirred their internal organs into pieces, and then exploded a huge wound behind them.
Weak physique was even hit by the impact of bullets like a broken sack, and fell to the ground. Life and death were unknown.
After a round of shooting, more than 20 soul masters fell down. Death and blood, smoke and steel, all kinds of flavors mixed together. Take a breath, and your stomach was like tumbling over rivers and seas.
Many people's eyes turned red when their friends died in the battle for many years. Most of the soul masters were righteous and affectionate people. Facing the death of their partners, they roared and rushed towards the sandal line.