Chapter 1372: Don't know whether to celebrate

"In the past three years, our battle puppet robot technology has also been continuously improved and developed. In fact, the battle puppet robots used to explore and maintain law and order and the battle puppet robots used in the decisive battle are completely two concepts. ":(/

  Looking at the battle puppet robots in the distance, the saint of the Jiuyou faction had her eyes on the eyepiece of the artillery team, her face was indescribable surprise.

  In her eyes, the new combat puppet robots of the Ailanhill Empire are all made of steel, protected by a gorgeous magical defense barrier outside, and they are using the Ailanhill Empire standard large-caliber assault rifle.

  They are stronger and smarter than the previous battle puppet robots. The only thing that makes people criticize is that they are still so dull and sluggish compared to troops of other races.

  However, the huge number makes up for the shortcomings in this area. They are not the devil terminator, but a cheap solution to replace the traditional light infantry.

  "Tututu!" With a 10mm caliber assault rifle in both hands, it is completely scanned and aimed by the chips and sensors in the body. It has built-in low-light sensors and natural light sensors. These robots can fight in any weather conditions.

   Not far away, on the other side of the bullets, the swordsmen of the Heavenly Sword God Sect wearing white clothes or dirty white clothes are desperately destroying these **** enemies.

   Flying swords fly horizontally everywhere, blocking the flying bullets, or flying forward fast, hacking those puppet robots that are walking step by step in the wilderness.

  The saint saw with her own eyes a puppet robot's shoulder was cut and flew out by an oncoming flying sword, and then the robot fell straight and seemed to have no effect.

  In the next second, there will be a new battle puppet robot, lighting up the magic defense barrier that protects itself, and stepping forward to fill this loophole.

  A rocket passed over these battle puppet robots, shrouded in the white-clothed swordsman team's position, and instantly exploded and shook the ground underneath, causing the saint who was watching the battle to frown.

"It's good to get used to it. The power of the new type of explosives is too great, and the area affected is also wide. This is already a low-power version of taking care of one's own offensive echelon." Marvin was somewhat proud of introducing the artillery of the Ailan Hill Empire. rocket missile.

  In the eyes of the Saintess of the Nine Yous School, the shock is not a bit of a star. She saw it with her own eyes that a flying boat of the Heavenly Sword God Sect that flew in for reinforcements was hit by some fire-spitting weapons from the Ailan Hill Empire, and it fell into a mountain not far away in heavy smoke. Behind the post.

  Now, she saw with her own eyes the rumbling noises that she had heard in the tent, what it was like.

   Frankly speaking, she thinks this is a waste of energy. The battle should not be like this, at least it should be aimed at the enemy, not at the ground underfoot, or even a tyrannical catharsis of the air.

  But she couldn't say it, because she was also inspired by the battle before her: she felt that this might be another path, a development path of group fighting.

  "The battle here may be over soon. Their defense has been penetrated. Soon we will move forward to our headquarters." Marvin said with some regret.

  Because he saw an M4 tank with a designation on the turret and a hollow golden eagle on the side of the car body. The magical defense barrier was on. The artillery spouted out tongues of flame, ran over the soft ground and appeared on the opponent's position.

  He knew that the opponent seemed to be over, and all that was left was sporadic resistance from the residual strength, which would not affect the outcome of the battle at all.

  After all, things were beyond his expectation. A white-clothed swordsman who survived by chance suddenly jumped up, controlled his flying sword, and suddenly attacked the M4 tank from the side.

  This flying sword plunged into the top of the M4 tank from top to bottom, directly piercing the fragile rear cooling grille and destroying the tank’s engine.

  A flame burst out. It seemed that the flame inside the engine ignited the gasoline in the tank. Within a few seconds, the fire expanded out of control.

  No one opened the hatch of the tank and escaped, because the puppets inside did not have the procedure to abandon the car. They were still turning the turret at the last second, looking for the enemy to attack them.

  In this way, the M4 tank was paralyzed in the flames, and I don’t know why it didn’t explode in the end. It lay across the white-clothed swordsman's position, so lonely it burned, like a pile of campfires deliberately placed there.

  Coincidentally, while watching this battle, the saint of Jiuyou Sect happened to see the swordsman in white who jumped up and made meritorious services.

  The swordsman in white who had destroyed an M4 tank had not seen his own results before he was shot through his head by a bullet from the other side.

  The shattered skull, with brains and blood, flew away in an instant, and the picture was so beautiful that people were full of the urge to vomit.

Although the swordsman's war is cruel, it is still elegant. Even if they were engaging in massacres, they would not deliberately create such a scene.

However, the war of the Ailan Hill Empire was obviously not prepared for more ornamental value. When a white phosphorus incendiary bomb exploded and a white-clothed swordsman was screaming and tumbling on the battlefield with thick smoke. The saint of You Sect finally couldn't help but withdraw her gaze.

  She really feels that her stomach can’t stand it a bit. Fortunately, she just came out to watch the entire battlefield and didn’t eat anything, so she didn’t have the capital to vomit at this time.

  But she still felt that something was rolling in her stomach, and the acid in her stomach could rush into her throat at any time.

"Okay! It ended unexpectedly. The fortified battle here ended with our army's complete victory." Marvin also retracted his gaze, because he saw a black flag held high by the puppet soldiers and walked into the white clothes against the wind. People have just garrisoned on the ground.

  More puppets carried their weapons and moved forward step by step. Next to them, another M4 tank drove forward without any haste.

  It seems that those in white who fought fiercely just now do not exist at all. These puppet soldiers did not cheer, nor did anything change.

  They just keep moving forward, giving way to the puppet behind them. And the puppets behind them are next to each other, almost endless.

  "This! It is the war of the Ailan Hill Empire!" Marvin made an introduction gesture and introduced the saint of the Nine Nether School: "Victory is easy, I don't know whether to celebrate..."