I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 448: 166 BMWs flying in the sky
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Jiang Chen swears that this is definitely the most spectacular firework he has seen so far.
If it does not count that time in virtual reality.
The thick smoke suddenly covered the launch vehicle.
A lot of rockets roared, screaming and projecting far away like a bow and arrow. In just 20 seconds, 320 rockets poured out. Jiang Chen couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the smoke column that was moving away.
"Unfortunately, you can't see the explosion effect."
Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms. Just now he has set the combat command.
"Oh, yes, there is this thing." Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo, and looked towards the battlefield.
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Broken bridge.
The mutant huddled behind the bunker was holding a machine gun, and was ready to deal with the NAC soldiers on the other side of the river. Yesterday, NAC people tried to build a pontoon three times, but they were suppressed by the shells, machine guns and recoilless guns on their hands.
The mortars and electromagnetic guns on the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, but it was nothing. All mutants have no doubt that if you keep going, it is these stupid human beings that can't be consumed in the first place!
"They are about to persevere! Our ammunition is sufficient, and we are stronger! When the winter comes, it will be their death!"
A mutant commander standing in the back of the position, dressed in dead claw leather and sewing clothes, brandishing a machine gun in his hand, roaring loudly to his comrades prowling the fighting position, encouraging their morale.
In a society of mutants, clothing often symbolizes strength and status. Only the warrior who defeated the Deathclaw alone is eligible to wear its skin as a battle robe.
"What is that!"
But at this moment, a mutant crouching behind an anti-tank gun roared loudly and pointed his finger at the black spot on the horizon.
"Maybe their little toys, don't panic. We have anti-aircraft machine guns and EMPs."
Muttering rudely, the mutant commander ripped off the telescope in front of his chest.
The toy in his mouth is naturally a NAC hummingbird drone. When an EMP grenade was found and the drone fell like an electric flies, no one was afraid of these gadgets. . When they encounter drones, they pull off the fuze of the EMP grenade. Although EMP will also cause the red dot sight on their firearms to fail, nobody cares.
The mutants do not need to aim, the mutants only need to vent their firepower!
Ugly eyebrows huddled together, the captain adjusted the focus, and looked intently at the black spots on the horizon.
Yeah.
The telescope in his hand fell to the ground. As the surrounding mutants looked at him puzzled, his ugly face gradually twisted.
"Get down!"
Roaring, he pounced on the side foxhole in the confused eyes of the mutants.
However, this does not make much sense ...
Booming!
The overwhelming rocket dropped the rain of death, and the mutants clinging to the trenches and bunkers witnessed in horror like this scene, as well as the comrades-in-arms and their flying limbs.
The explosion of fire covered every inch of the soil, and the plowed ground seemed to run over the mutant ’s position, leaving a pile of broken weapons and scorched broken arms. The coverage of the rocket detonated the ammunition boxes in the trenches and foxholes, triggering a second explosion, and the blood in the trench was blurred.
A round of scrubbing is over!
But the mutant ’s nightmare is not over.
The vortex engine sprayed and the power armor crossed the river first. The engineers ran forward and placed a pontoon through which the tank could pass. Followed by soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons, tanks roaring with engines.
A steel plate hung on his chest. Thousands of mutants with machine guns stood up from positions farther away and rushed frantically toward the river. They opened fire while advancing, attempting to regain control of the river bank. Some mutants even fired mortar barrels and even ran violently with self-explosive nuclear bombs.
There are also leaded variants holding power hammers. Unless they are facing the fifty-type electromagnetic cannon, their armor and resilience are almost invincible. They ignored the guns and rain, and roared towards the NAC position.
However, before they reached halfway, they were shocked to find that the rocket in the distance roared again ...
......
The thick smoke in the distance is dotted with ruins filled with ruins, like a nib that outlines the rugged curve.
The rocket blasted off continuously, then fell, and rained death on the distant mutants.
Flying shrapnel does not scratch the armor of leaded mutants, but shatters their internal organs and brains. Even if the mutants' recovery ability is terrifying, they can't get rid of the fact that they are creatures.
In the face of the NAC ’s artillery, the mutants are more cautious. They curled up in the foxhole and pulled the dense positions away in an attempt to deal with NAC's shelling with a loose formation. There are only two ideas that motivate them to persevere.
There is not much left for their ammunition!
This is just the last madness!
However, it turns out that this is just wishful thinking.
Jiang Chen has a lot of rockets here, which is too much for them to imagine.
Facing the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the performance of the "Stalin Pipe Organ". Maintaining an output frequency of 40 rounds per minute, 8 BM-21 rockets fired for the first time, covering the positions of the mutants at a wide angle. At the same time, the First Corps also stopped the pace of the attack under Jiang Chen's orders and stopped to enjoy the performance of the explosion symphony.
The flare flashes continuously on the tablet ’s screen. Continued artillery fire caused a large number of residential buildings that had been in disrepair to collapse and buried mutants who were curled up alive. Although landmark buildings such as the Jiashi Sports Center remain standing, they also look precarious from the outside.
The bombing continued for more than an hour, and the entire downtown area of the city was as messy as a bulldozer.
Just tired of being shaken by the screen, Jiang Chen put the screen back in Cheng Weiguo's hands.
Looking at the fire in the screen, Cheng Weiguo secretly stunned.
To be honest, he really didn't expect this old weapon to have such a terrible fighting power.
"It's so shocking." Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo lowered his tablet in admiration.
"How many have been thrown?" Jiang Chen asked casually.
Cheng Weiguo glanced at the pile of empty wooden boxes and roughly estimated: "About 5,000 were fired."
Is it only five thousand? Fifteen thousand is left.
Jiang Chen smashed his mouth and squinted at the smoke column 14 kilometers away.
Wait, five thousand?
Calculate carefully, a rocket is $ 2,000, and a 30 rocket is $ 60,000, almost a BMW.
Thousands of rockets were thrown out.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a flesh pain.
Although he is not short of money, watching these 166 BMWs flying in the sky is still very painful!
......
In the Jiashi Sports Center.
Bo Yu sat gloomily on the chair, and the explosion that he couldn't get away from his ear made him extremely irritable.
Sitting opposite him was Troy, the leader of the mutant, and his face was as murky as he was now.
"What now?"
The church at dusk helped them to blow up the bridge, provided them with a lot of arms and materials, and brought the information that "the heterogeneous tide is erupting in Wanghai City, and these people can't hold on for long."
However, the last one is clearly Miao Bao.
He did n’t know if there was an outbreak of alien tide in Wanghai City, but this group of humans clearly does n’t seem to be able to hold on for long.
"I said earlier that we should retreat to the west strategically. These people are not easy to deal with. The businessmen in Hangzhou are better bullied by comparison." Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.
"The mutants will not retreat, and we will never compromise like inferior humans. We will tear them up, and then stuff them into the meat grinder and pour into the incense." Troy grinned cruelly.
Is it? Is n’t it the Lao Tzu human who is sitting in front of you at this moment and has supported you for so long? I really thought that with a long head, I was just a thing.
Bo Yu sneered in his heart, but said nothing in his mouth.
Because he knows that this is not the time for infighting. Moreover, a few hours ago, his judgment was actually more inclined to win on the side of the mutant, otherwise he would not sit here.
The NAC soldiers watched, and the clamor of gunfire continued. Retreat is definitely not possible, and it is impossible to say that leaving the bunker now is a death, even without rockets, it is impossible for two legs to outperform the tank. Abandoning the bunker and waiting for the mutants and the church at dusk is a massacre.
Is the mountain exhausted?
This is not the first time he has experienced this situation.
When he was first sacked by the gendarmerie in the Northern Union, he also fell into a similar situation.
The only difference is that at this moment he is not without a ray of vitality.
Bo Yu looked at the ring on his hand.
The blood crystal reflects the charming and dangerous glare under the light.
"When exactly will you send your people?" Troy rudely said.
His people are constantly dying, but his allies haven't moved a bit yet.
Looking at the face reflected by the blood crystal mirror, Boyu said softly.
"Don't worry, it's fast." (To be continued.)