Chapter 1339: Small Village Fights Again

"Are they crazy? In this case, they are still attacking!" Outside the village of No. 157, the troops under the command of Harrod, who had not fought for more than a day, ushered in a new round of enemy attack. .

  The difference from the last time is that this time the opponent seems to have invested hundreds of people and has a large reserve team.

  The battle entered a white-hot stage from the very beginning. Harrod, who was already ready to attack, had to retreat to the 157 village defense line again.

   "I don't know if they are crazy, but they came to die! We can fulfill them!" The non-commissioned officer next to Harold leaned on the bunker and shouted loudly.

   "Cloud Explosion Bomb!" Not far from them, in a crater, a soldier who had just finished filling shouted loudly.

He raised the launch tube, put it on his shoulder, and squeezed the launch trigger in the distance. A white smoke burst directly into the distant wheat field, and then a deafening explosion sounded, followed by a white cloud. Mushroom clouds rose into the sky.

   "Wow!" A flying sword rushed out of the white smoke and directly smashed a low wall beside the village. The immense power caused the heavy armored grenadiers of the Ailan Hill Empire who were shooting behind the low wall to evade one after another, all with gray heads and faces.

  A heavy armored personnel carrier started shooting frantically on the other side of the village, and huge bullet shells fell one by one beside the crawler tracks, hitting the soft soil with white smoke.

  The tracer bullet became a fire net, directly covering the attacking position of the white swordsman in the distance. There was blood fog everywhere, and sparks collided with gold and iron everywhere.

   "Ammunition!" A heavy armored grenadier flew off the magazine on the assault rifle, then drew a new magazine from his chest, inserted it into the gun and pulled the bolt and shouted loudly.

  He only has two magazines left, and if he hits like this with high intensity, he will soon run out of ammunition.

The    shouts hadn't flew far before they were masked by the roar of a series of rocket engines.

  The officer lying on the back of the bunker curled his neck, and at the same time, he held down his fellow robes who wanted to get up and fired: "Smart cluster rockets! Be careful to hide!"

   Above his head, a series of white smoke quickly passed by, and the rockets with huge projectiles suddenly disintegrated and scattered over the wheat field.

  The densely packed smart ammunition immediately scattered like a celestial flower, directly covering all the wheat field targets.

  At a height of more than ten meters from the ground, these smart ammunition suddenly exploded, cracking against the ground, and sprinkling steel ball fragments like raindrops.

  In an instant, after a crackling sound in the whole wheat field, it calmed down immediately, and there was no more movement.

   "Wow!" After the silence passed, another flying sword rushed out of the wheat field and hit the outer wall of a crumbling house, leaving a basin-sized hole in it.

  In the wheat field, many swordsmen in white clothes jumped up again and rushed to the nearby village.

  How many times have you attacked? No one cares, because from the moment these people come here, the main theme here is a killing.

  A wheeled armored vehicle smashed the debris behind it. Before the dust was scattered, the hatch behind the armored vehicle opened quickly.

  The battle puppet robot rushed out of the cockpit with supplies on its back, and carried the iron box full of ammunition to the designated position.

  The third puppet had just walked a few meters away, when a flying sword pierced its head, it fell weakly, and the ammunition box carried by both hands fell out a long way.

  "Your ammunition!" In the "rain of bullets", a puppet put down two boxes of ammunition boxes full of magazines, and then unloaded a backpack from behind him. There are magic spar energy in the backpack, as well as grenades and two individual cloud explosive bombs.

  After putting down these supplies, the puppet soldier picked up the assault rifle hanging on his chest, aimed at the distant target and pulled the trigger.

  In addition to being responsible for transporting supplies, it also needs to cover the target to replenish ammunition, buy time for the main force, and destroy the enemy as much as possible.

He opened the ammunition box and hung a magazine on his chest. When the soldiers of the heavy armored grenadier of the Ailanhill Empire were ready for battle, the puppet robot that had been firing continuously was hit by the flying sword. Turned into a pile of broken wreckage.

   "Suddenly!" Without even looking at the wreckage around him, the heavily armored grenadier once again picked up his assault rifle, and madly poured ammunition against the enemy in the distance.

  A flying boat landed on the reverse **** of a small hill several hundred meters from the wheat field, and the white-clothed swordsmen full of the flying boat poured out of the cabin under the loud shouts of the leading swordsman.

   "Help me!" A wounded man lying on the open ground, with his blood-filled hands grasping the doorman who was treating him, crying in pain.

  More wounded people have lost consciousness. Their white clothes are covered with blood. Some have no arms, and some have no legs.

  More people have many holes in their bodies and lie there motionless. Only a few people were bandaged, and outside the makeshift shed, there were still many dead bodies that were too late to deal with.

   "Ah!" A white-clothed swordsman screamed hoarsely, his right leg was still attached to his body, but the wound was huge and bones were visible, blood spewed out continuously, and even splashed onto the people around him.

  The white-clothed swordsmen passing by the wounded had pale faces. Under the urging of the high-ranking swordsmen, they crossed this small mound and rushed into the wheat field that was no longer visible.

  When they saw the sight before them clearly, their faces became paler: Where is the battlefield, it is clearly hell!

   Around the densely packed bullet craters, there are corpses in white that are no longer visible in their original colors. These corpses spread all the way to the front of the small village where there were only ruined walls not far away, and there were some embarrassed swordsmen fighting in the middle of the corpses.

  The oncoming tracer hit the flying sword of automatic defense, splashing sparks. The swordsmen, who were startled by the sudden attack, joined the battle in a muddled manner.

Another battle broke out abruptly. Behind the white-clothed swordsmen shouting and rushing towards Village No. 157, a flying boat was hit by a missile just after it took off, billowing smoke, and plunged into the distance. Horizon.

  Farther away, on a mountain peak floating in the air, a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky, and the surrounding clouds were once again blown away, forming a spectacular white circle.