Jiang Chen swore that this was definitely the most spectacular fireworks he had ever seen so far.
If it is not counted as the time in the virtual reality.
The rolling smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.
Rockets whizzed and shot towards the distance like bows and arrows all over the sky.
In just twenty seconds, three hundred and twenty rockets were poured out.
Looking at the smoke pillars gradually moving away in the distance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but exclaim.
Unfortunately, there is no explosion effect.
Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms. He had just set up the combat command.
Oh, by the way, there's this thing.Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo and looked at the battlefield.
……
By the broken bridge.
The mutant curled up behind the bunker held the machine gun and waited for the NAC soldiers' positions across the river.
Yesterday, NAC people tried to build a floating bridge and attacked 3 times, but they were suppressed by the shells, machine guns and recoilless cannons at their hands.
The mortars and electromagnetic guns on the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, but that was nothing.
All mutants have no doubts, that is, as long as they persist, the first thing they can't consume is definitely these stupid humans!
They are about to be unable to hold on!We have ammunition, we are stronger!When the cold winter comes, they will die!
Standing behind the position, the mutant commander in dead clawed leather sewn clothes, waved the machine gun in his hand and roared loudly at his comrades crawling in the combat position, encouraging their morale.
In a mutant society, clothing often symbolizes strength and status.Only the warrior who defeated the Dead Claw alone is qualified to put its skin on his body as a battle robe.
What is that!
But at this moment, a mutant squatting behind the anti-tank gun roared in a rough voice and pointed his finger at the black dot in the horizon.
Maybe it's their little toy, don't panic.We have air defense machine guns and EMP.
Muttering roughly, the mutant trooper pulled off the telescope on his chest.
The toy he mentioned naturally refers to NAC's hummingbird drone. When he found an EMP grenade and the drone fell to the ground like an electric fleece, no one was afraid of these gadgets anymore.
When they encounter a drone, they will pull away the EMP grenade's fuse. Although EMP will also cause the red dot scope on their guns to fail, no one cares about this.
Mutants don’t need to aim, mutants just need to vent their firepower!
The ugly eyebrows squeezed into a ball, and the thousand-man adjusted the focal length and looked at the black dots in the horizon.
Bang.
The telescope in his hand fell to the ground.Just as the mutants around him looked at him in confusion, his ugly face gradually distorted.
Lying down quickly!
Roaring, he rushed to the fox pit beside him in the confused sight of the mutants.
However, this doesn't make any sense...
Boom boom boom boom!
The overwhelming rockets dropped the rain of death. The mutant people who were guarding the trenches and bunkers witnessed the purgatory scene in horror, as well as the flying limbs of comrades and their own.
The explosion of fire covered every inch of the soil, and the plow seemed to roll over the mutant's position, leaving behind a pile of broken weapons wreckage and scorched broken limbs.
The rocket cover detonated the ammunition box in the trenches and foxgloves, causing a second explosion, and the trenches were covered in blood.
The round of floor washing ends!
But the mutant's nightmare is not over yet.
The vortex engine was jetted, and the power armor was the first to cross the river.
The engineer ran forward and placed a pontoon bridge for the tank to pass through.
Following closely behind are soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons and tanks roaring with engines.
With steel plates hanging on his chest, thousands of mutants holding machine guns stood up from a further position and rushed towards the river frantically.
They pushed forward while firing, trying to regain control of the riverbank.
Some mutants even fired flat with mortar barrels, and some even ran wildly with self-destructive nuclear bombs.
There are also lead-formed mutants holding power hammers.
Unless they were facing the fifty electromagnetic cannon, they were almost invincible with their armor and recovery. They ignored the guns and rain of bullets and rushed towards the NAC's position.
However, before they could run halfway, they found in horror that the rockets from afar roared again...
……
The thick smoke in the distance embellishes the wasteland full of ruins, like a pen tip out the rugged curve bit by bit.
The rockets kept rising into the air and then fell, dropping the rain of death towards the mutants in the distance.
The flying shrapnel could not scrape through the leaded mutant's armor, but it shattered their internal organs and brains.Even though the recovery ability of mutants is extremely terrifying, they cannot escape the fact that they are creatures.
Faced with the NAC fire, the mutants became much more cautious.
They curled up in the foxglove, pulled away the dense positions, trying to deal with the NAC's shelling with loose formations.
There are only two ideas that prompted them to persevere.
There is not much ammunition left in them!
This is just the last madness!
However, it turns out that this is just a wishful desire.
There are many rockets here in Jiang Chen, which are too many to imagine.
Faced with the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the performance of the Stalin organ.
Maintaining an output frequency of 40 rounds per minute, 8 BM-21 rocket launchers fired in succession, covering the mutant's position at a wide angle.
At the same time, the First Corps also stopped attacking under Jiang Chen's order and stopped to enjoy the performance of the explosion symphony.
The fire flashed constantly in the screen of the tablet.
The continuous artillery fire caused a large number of already disrepaired houses to collapse, burying the mutants curled up alive.
Although landmark buildings such as Jiashi Sports Center remain standing, they look precarious from the outside.
After more than an hour of bombing, the entire downtown area of Jia City seemed to be run over by a bulldozer.
He was a little tired of being shaken by the screen, so Jiang Chen stuffed the screen back into Cheng Weiguo's hand.
Looking at the firelight on the screen, Cheng Weiguo was secretly shocked.
To be honest, he really didn't expect this old weapon to burst out with such a terrifying combat power.
Too shocking.Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo put down the tablet in his hand in admiration.
How many have you thrown?Jiang Chen asked casually.
Cheng Weiguo glanced at the empty wooden boxes and roughly estimated: About five thousand were launched.
Only five thousand?There are still 15,000 Ah left.
Jiang Chen smashed his mouth and squinted his eyes at the smoke pillar fourteen kilometers away.
Wait, five thousand?
If you think about it carefully, a rocket is $2,000, while 30 rockets are $60,000, which is almost a BMW.
These five thousand rockets were thrown out.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a pain.
Although he is not short of money, it is still so heartbreaking to see these 166 BMWs flying in the sky!
……
Inside Jia City Sports Center.
Boyu sat on the chair with a gloomy face, and the explosion that could not be driven away in his ear made him extremely irritated.
Sitting opposite him was Troy, the leader of the mutant, with his face as gloomy as he was.
What to do now?
The church at dusk helped them break the bridge, provided them with a large amount of arms, and brought information that the alien species was breaking out in Shanghai, and these people couldn't last long.
However, the last one is obviously a Miaobao.
He didn't know whether there was a wave of alien species in Shanghai, but the group of humans in front of him obviously didn't seem to be able to hold on for long.
I have said earlier that we should retreat strategically to the west, and these people are difficult to deal with.Businessmen in Hangzhou are better bullying in comparison.Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.
Mutants will not retreat, and we will never compromise like inferior humans.We would tear them apart and stuff them into meat grinders and fill them into sausages.Troy grinned and said cruelly.
Yeah?Isn’t it me a human being who has been sitting in front of you and helped you with such a long time?I really thought that a head was just a thing.
Boyu sarcastically said in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
Because he knew that this was not the time for internal strife.Besides, a few hours ago, his judgment actually tended to win by mutants, otherwise he wouldn't have sat here.
NAC soldiers were eyeing each other, and the noise of artillery fire continued.
Retreat is definitely not possible. Not to mention that leaving the bunker now is a death, and even without rockets, it is impossible for both legs to outperform the tank.
Giving up the bunker and waiting for the mutants and the twilight church is a massacre.
Is it a state of ending the road?
This is not the first time he has experienced this situation.
When he was wiped out by the military police of the Northern United District, he also fell into a similar situation.
But the only difference is that he is not without a glimmer of hope at this moment.
Boyu looked at the ring on his hand.
The blood crystal refracted a charming and dangerous light under the light.
When will you send your people?Troy rudely said.
His men were constantly killed, but his allies were not moving at all.
Looking at the face reflected by the mirror of the Blood Crystal, Boyu whispered.
No hurry, it's soon.
If it is not counted as the time in the virtual reality.
The rolling smoke suddenly obscured the launch vehicle.
Rockets whizzed and shot towards the distance like bows and arrows all over the sky.
In just twenty seconds, three hundred and twenty rockets were poured out.
Looking at the smoke pillars gradually moving away in the distance, Jiang Chen couldn't help but exclaim.
Unfortunately, there is no explosion effect.
Cheng Weiguo silently handed the tablet back to Jiang Chen's arms. He had just set up the combat command.
Oh, by the way, there's this thing.Jiang Chen smiled, took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo and looked at the battlefield.
……
By the broken bridge.
The mutant curled up behind the bunker held the machine gun and waited for the NAC soldiers' positions across the river.
Yesterday, NAC people tried to build a floating bridge and attacked 3 times, but they were suppressed by the shells, machine guns and recoilless cannons at their hands.
The mortars and electromagnetic guns on the opposite side caused them a lot of trouble, but that was nothing.
All mutants have no doubts, that is, as long as they persist, the first thing they can't consume is definitely these stupid humans!
They are about to be unable to hold on!We have ammunition, we are stronger!When the cold winter comes, they will die!
Standing behind the position, the mutant commander in dead clawed leather sewn clothes, waved the machine gun in his hand and roared loudly at his comrades crawling in the combat position, encouraging their morale.
In a mutant society, clothing often symbolizes strength and status.Only the warrior who defeated the Dead Claw alone is qualified to put its skin on his body as a battle robe.
What is that!
But at this moment, a mutant squatting behind the anti-tank gun roared in a rough voice and pointed his finger at the black dot in the horizon.
Maybe it's their little toy, don't panic.We have air defense machine guns and EMP.
Muttering roughly, the mutant trooper pulled off the telescope on his chest.
The toy he mentioned naturally refers to NAC's hummingbird drone. When he found an EMP grenade and the drone fell to the ground like an electric fleece, no one was afraid of these gadgets anymore.
When they encounter a drone, they will pull away the EMP grenade's fuse. Although EMP will also cause the red dot scope on their guns to fail, no one cares about this.
Mutants don’t need to aim, mutants just need to vent their firepower!
The ugly eyebrows squeezed into a ball, and the thousand-man adjusted the focal length and looked at the black dots in the horizon.
Bang.
The telescope in his hand fell to the ground.Just as the mutants around him looked at him in confusion, his ugly face gradually distorted.
Lying down quickly!
Roaring, he rushed to the fox pit beside him in the confused sight of the mutants.
However, this doesn't make any sense...
Boom boom boom boom!
The overwhelming rockets dropped the rain of death. The mutant people who were guarding the trenches and bunkers witnessed the purgatory scene in horror, as well as the flying limbs of comrades and their own.
The explosion of fire covered every inch of the soil, and the plow seemed to roll over the mutant's position, leaving behind a pile of broken weapons wreckage and scorched broken limbs.
The rocket cover detonated the ammunition box in the trenches and foxgloves, causing a second explosion, and the trenches were covered in blood.
The round of floor washing ends!
But the mutant's nightmare is not over yet.
The vortex engine was jetted, and the power armor was the first to cross the river.
The engineer ran forward and placed a pontoon bridge for the tank to pass through.
Following closely behind are soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons and tanks roaring with engines.
With steel plates hanging on his chest, thousands of mutants holding machine guns stood up from a further position and rushed towards the river frantically.
They pushed forward while firing, trying to regain control of the riverbank.
Some mutants even fired flat with mortar barrels, and some even ran wildly with self-destructive nuclear bombs.
There are also lead-formed mutants holding power hammers.
Unless they were facing the fifty electromagnetic cannon, they were almost invincible with their armor and recovery. They ignored the guns and rain of bullets and rushed towards the NAC's position.
However, before they could run halfway, they found in horror that the rockets from afar roared again...
……
The thick smoke in the distance embellishes the wasteland full of ruins, like a pen tip out the rugged curve bit by bit.
The rockets kept rising into the air and then fell, dropping the rain of death towards the mutants in the distance.
The flying shrapnel could not scrape through the leaded mutant's armor, but it shattered their internal organs and brains.Even though the recovery ability of mutants is extremely terrifying, they cannot escape the fact that they are creatures.
Faced with the NAC fire, the mutants became much more cautious.
They curled up in the foxglove, pulled away the dense positions, trying to deal with the NAC's shelling with loose formations.
There are only two ideas that prompted them to persevere.
There is not much ammunition left in them!
This is just the last madness!
However, it turns out that this is just a wishful desire.
There are many rockets here in Jiang Chen, which are too many to imagine.
Faced with the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the performance of the Stalin organ.
Maintaining an output frequency of 40 rounds per minute, 8 BM-21 rocket launchers fired in succession, covering the mutant's position at a wide angle.
At the same time, the First Corps also stopped attacking under Jiang Chen's order and stopped to enjoy the performance of the explosion symphony.
The fire flashed constantly in the screen of the tablet.
The continuous artillery fire caused a large number of already disrepaired houses to collapse, burying the mutants curled up alive.
Although landmark buildings such as Jiashi Sports Center remain standing, they look precarious from the outside.
After more than an hour of bombing, the entire downtown area of Jia City seemed to be run over by a bulldozer.
He was a little tired of being shaken by the screen, so Jiang Chen stuffed the screen back into Cheng Weiguo's hand.
Looking at the firelight on the screen, Cheng Weiguo was secretly shocked.
To be honest, he really didn't expect this old weapon to burst out with such a terrifying combat power.
Too shocking.Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo put down the tablet in his hand in admiration.
How many have you thrown?Jiang Chen asked casually.
Cheng Weiguo glanced at the empty wooden boxes and roughly estimated: About five thousand were launched.
Only five thousand?There are still 15,000 Ah left.
Jiang Chen smashed his mouth and squinted his eyes at the smoke pillar fourteen kilometers away.
Wait, five thousand?
If you think about it carefully, a rocket is $2,000, while 30 rockets are $60,000, which is almost a BMW.
These five thousand rockets were thrown out.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel a pain.
Although he is not short of money, it is still so heartbreaking to see these 166 BMWs flying in the sky!
……
Inside Jia City Sports Center.
Boyu sat on the chair with a gloomy face, and the explosion that could not be driven away in his ear made him extremely irritated.
Sitting opposite him was Troy, the leader of the mutant, with his face as gloomy as he was.
What to do now?
The church at dusk helped them break the bridge, provided them with a large amount of arms, and brought information that the alien species was breaking out in Shanghai, and these people couldn't last long.
However, the last one is obviously a Miaobao.
He didn't know whether there was a wave of alien species in Shanghai, but the group of humans in front of him obviously didn't seem to be able to hold on for long.
I have said earlier that we should retreat strategically to the west, and these people are difficult to deal with.Businessmen in Hangzhou are better bullying in comparison.Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.
Mutants will not retreat, and we will never compromise like inferior humans.We would tear them apart and stuff them into meat grinders and fill them into sausages.Troy grinned and said cruelly.
Yeah?Isn’t it me a human being who has been sitting in front of you and helped you with such a long time?I really thought that a head was just a thing.
Boyu sarcastically said in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
Because he knew that this was not the time for internal strife.Besides, a few hours ago, his judgment actually tended to win by mutants, otherwise he wouldn't have sat here.
NAC soldiers were eyeing each other, and the noise of artillery fire continued.
Retreat is definitely not possible. Not to mention that leaving the bunker now is a death, and even without rockets, it is impossible for both legs to outperform the tank.
Giving up the bunker and waiting for the mutants and the twilight church is a massacre.
Is it a state of ending the road?
This is not the first time he has experienced this situation.
When he was wiped out by the military police of the Northern United District, he also fell into a similar situation.
But the only difference is that he is not without a glimmer of hope at this moment.
Boyu looked at the ring on his hand.
The blood crystal refracted a charming and dangerous light under the light.
When will you send your people?Troy rudely said.
His men were constantly killed, but his allies were not moving at all.
Looking at the face reflected by the mirror of the Blood Crystal, Boyu whispered.
No hurry, it's soon.
![[Science fiction] Zombie Survivor (I) - The end of the world, heavy mouth](/templates/nvshen/themes/img/thumb_1.png)