The Earth People are so Fierce

When the airborne heavy-powered armored corps, under the guidance of the exploration team, cooperated with the armored airship to occupy a series of commanding heights and strategic points in the misty extremity, and clear most of the monsters, undead creatures and predatory spiritual plants After that, even larger mechanized troops also appeared in front of Meng Chao through offensive channels that were bombarded indiscriminately.

First came the galloping horses, with a deafening roar.

Then the spar was not fully burned, and the colorful smoke released, just like the snort of a furious steel beast.

Immediately afterwards, I saw one after another tens of meters high, towering trees with a thickness of three or five people, like ripe wheat ears, falling down in a wavy shape.

The fallen towering tree, together with the snakes, insects, rats and ants still dormant in the canopy and trunk, was crushed to pieces by heavy crawlers without any suspense.

Armored bulldozers, road rollers and fully automatic harvesters converge into a torrent of steel, representing the will of the earth and conquering the mysterious foreign land.

The bulldozer pushed aside the coke-burning trees, the corpses of monsters, and the gravel exploded from the ground.

The road roller presses the soft humus and mud into a tight passage for the army to enter and exit.

The harvester cuts down the withered vines and branches on both sides of the road, so that the small monsters dormant in the canopy of the tree can not hide, further expand the width of the passage, and even merge several offensive passages together.

All war machines are covered with three layers of composite armor, a layer of reactive armor is attached, and three to four fully automatic heavy machine guns are erected.

Even if there are monsters hiding in the mud trying to fight back, the greatest result of their futile struggle is nothing more than destroying a few pieces of reactive armor, and then, under the fire of heavy machine guns and crushed by the tracks, they become as thin as a cicada's wings. Fauvism graffiti.

When the construction machinery completed the pavement of the offensive channel, wheeled armored vehicles and rune machinery finally appeared on the scene.

They brought a hundred times more soldiers and firepower, like a raging silver flame, quickly swallowing the depths of the misty extinction, the ancient and mysterious land.

There are also several offensive channels specially prepared for the train artillery.

The automatic track-laying machine, which resembles an ancient steam locomotive, moves forward calmly along the flat road, and the railroad tracks appear neatly behind it.

Another group of engineers followed closely, well-trained swinging sledgehammers, and tamping the rails and sleepers.

In a short while, one by one simple tracks pierced through the base camp and the forefront inside and outside the misty extinct territory.

The train cannon is coming.

They are like the doomsday beasts in the tide of beasts, the sun among the stars, the well-deserved king of war!

Although due to the constraints of the terrain and environment, what appeared in front of Meng Chao was not the "Longwei Giant Cannon" with the largest caliber.

But even the sub-caliber train cannon makes people deeply appreciate another kind of "near-destructive oppression" that is different from the doomsday beasts.

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In particular, hundreds of artillerymen surrounded the train artillery, busy but methodically operating, and it made people feel that these giant artillery were not only the masters of war, but also the masters of everything.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Dozens of high-pitched siren sounds indicate that dozens of train guns are in place.

Under the guidance of Meng Chao and other exploratory team members, they advanced to the place where the topography of the tiankeng was the flattest and the foundation was the most stable.

It is only one step away from Tiankeng.

It is equivalent to directly hitting the muzzle on the temple of the monster civilization.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

On both sides of all the train cannons, there are more than a dozen solid support feet extended and inserted deeply into the ground to further enhance the stability of the train cannons before entering the "siege mode" with the maximum charge.

As soon as the supporting foot was deployed, the artillery immediately stepped forward, picked up the sledgehammer, and smashed the anchor under the supporting foot into the ground heavily.

If the rock on the ground is strong enough, they will use hammer drills and oversized rivets for secondary reinforcement.

After the reinforcement was completed, there was another series of tuned whistles, and there were bursts of gears and bearings rotating in the carriage mounted on the rear of the train gun.

The carriage quickly disassembled and combined into a small gantry crane.

The artillery was operating fluently, using a gantry crane to tow out the giant artillery shells with a diameter exceeding the height of an adult.

These huge shells with mysterious and complicated runes engraved on the surface are filled with ultra-high-purity spar.

The violent and unmatched psychic energy has nowhere to vent, and it is in a state of triggering every minute.

Therefore, during normal storage and transportation, they must be placed in the Mithril stabilized liquid, and spars of different properties must be inlaid around them, and magnetic field disturbances of different frequencies are used to neutralize them.

Before firing, not only must the Mithril Stabilizing Liquid and the spar of different properties be removed, but also the strong psychic will agitate its own life magnetic field, trigger the resonance of the cannonball, and make the cannonball in an "active state."

Meng Chao saw that many artillery officers had personally stepped into battle, standing in front of the shells, with one hand pressed against the offensive talisman array on the shell fuse, and the other hand pressing either on the eyebrows, or on the temples, or on the heart.

They closed their eyes tightly, their faces were pious, and they were muttering words.

It seems to be communicating with the artillery shells and must make a first hit and win the game.

The ordinary artillerymen have not yet awakened their extraordinary power, but they also followed the officers in silent meditation, gathering their brain waves together, turning them into ruinous beliefs, and integrating them into the runes on the shells.

Putting it on the battlefield of the earth, this may be quite a ridiculous scene.

But the alien world is originally a place where consciousness can change reality and energy can determine matter.

As the artillery’s brain waves continued to release, converge, and agitate, an incredible scene took place.

The runes engraved on the surface of the bullet casing seemed to have input invisible energy, and one after another began to shine, and the light became brighter and brighter.

In the beginning, only the rune text body turned bright silver or pale gold.

Gradually, the rune seemed to break out of the shell and float into the air, forming an octagonal three-dimensional rune array. Outside the originally huge cannonball, an unpredictable and unpredictable energy layer was formed.

At this time, the cartridge case had become almost glassy translucent, and the spar filled in it seemed to be liquefied and turned into magma about to erupt.

Even Meng Chao, who was standing hundreds of meters away, could perceive huge waves of psychic energy rushing toward his face.

The center of his eyebrows and eyeballs seemed to be pricked by hundreds of silver needles, and he subconsciously squinted his eyes.

This is the most stressful moment.

The cannonball has been activated and the psychic energy is about to erupt. If it is not launched within a very limited time, even if the cannonball does not explode in place, the psychic energy will leak out, breaking the artillery’s genetic chain by means of super radiation. All sacrificed in vain in an extremely tragic way.

This is the experience that mankind has learned through countless blood and tears on the road of researching and developing the "Lingzi Giant Cannon".

With the glow of the artillery shells, dozens of artillery phalanxes seemed to be lashed severely by the invisible leather whip, and immediately accelerated their movements.

Thousands of artillery were neatly aligned. It seemed like thousands of fingers of the same person. It only took less than a minute to complete the loading, fine-tuning and locking.

"04, prepare to—"

"09, prepare to—"

"013, prepare to—"

The head of a train gun was raised, representing the battle flag of "preparation is complete, the enemy's position can be locked, and it can be fired."

Another artillery soldier was waving the skull flag representing danger, blowing vigorous whistles around the train gun to remind everyone to withdraw beyond the cordon.

Ordinary artillery must wear special radiation-proof lead suits and helmets against psychic ripples.

Extraordinary persons above the rank must also agitate psychic energy, strengthen their flesh and blood, and even form a psychic defense layer on the body surface to resist the impact of the roar of the giant cannon.

On the head of the train cannon, flags of different colors are alternately raised and lowered.

There was an artillery holding a spar loudspeaker, shouting hoarsely: "Ten! Nine! Eight!"

The train cannon began to vibrate.

The supporting feet that had just been nailed to the ground, the rivets continued to rotate, rise, and were even pulled out of the ground abruptly in the increasingly intense vibration.

The runes engraved on the barrels also shined one by one, turning the originally black barrels into red-hot glass, and into luminous tubes.

Under the lingering flames, the ancient weapon, the train gun, that had appeared as early as the First World War in the Earth Age, became like a legendary electromagnetic gun, full of gorgeous and mysterious future colors.

at last--

The last battle flag with a flaming skeleton painted, fell heavily.

The muzzles of dozens of train cannons spouted hurricanes at the same time.

Shining hurricanes, roaring hurricanes, burning hurricanes, hurricanes that destroy everything and destroy everything!

At that moment, Meng Chao didn't hear any sound.

Even beyond the artillery positions, the sound of armored airships dropping bombs, bulldozers crushing, and the roar of soldiers on the wider front all disappeared.

On the silent battlefield, there were only beams of light that were as majestic as the pillars of a towering temple, piercing the burning sky and throwing them into the depths of the tiankeng.

It wasn't until the depths of the tiankeng that flames and smoke of gunpowder erupted everywhere like a volcanic eruption, and the aerial jungle hundreds of meters above and below was curled up in the smoke of gunpowder.

Rao Meng Chao used psychic energy to strengthen his eardrums, and he still felt that his ears were slammed by the impact drill, and it seemed that a hundred small bugs were squirming in the ear canal.

It took a while before he realized that it was winding blood.

All ordinary soldiers and transcendents on the entire front were deeply shocked by the mighty artillery. They temporarily stopped fighting, looking for the source of sound waves, shock waves, and psychic storms.

When they reacted, this was the patron saint of Dragon City-when the train gun fired, the shock of tearing the eardrums suddenly turned into ecstasy, and the slight sting of the psychic storm on the skin turned into a stick. The strong heart booster made them more excited and ferocious, fighting with the panicked and disintegrated monster remnants.