Chapter 1864: Stair climbing theory
After driving for a few hundred meters, the two of them encountered a minefield on the street. The mines the size of an orange washbasin were densely and disorderly placed on the road.
The nun is optimistic again. In this way, besides the green skin, who else can step on Bray?
"It seems okay, we just need to bypass this minefield."
Faced with an extremely dense minefield, she suggested that the two abandon the car and pass through the ruined building on the side of the street.
"No, you think he is on the first floor, but in fact they are on the third floor."
Su Ming stopped the car and threw a few incendiary bombs behind him to seal the intersection, so as not to be harassed by the boys. Then he walked to the ruined window on the side, grabbed the wall, reached in for a few times, and found it. A very concealed booby mine, connected to a transparent tripwire, painted black like a ruin.
He pinched the tripwire and held the grenade to show the nun: "If you walked away from the ruins of a building because you avoided minefields, now you are already injured."
The armor-piercing effect of the orc's grenade is ‘uncertain’. When engaged in the blessing of the second sage of Mao, the interstellar warrior can be killed directly by a grenade. This refers to the Blood Ravens, which has the reputation of ‘power armor head’.
But if the second sage does not give face, he will not be able to penetrate the porcelain steel armor at all, which is similar to a firework, so it sounds like a sound.
"It's so insidious. It seems that I should pay more attention to them." The nun admitted her mistake frankly. The greenskins in the previous battle only showed bravery, so she subconsciously classified them as low-IQ creatures, but this Wrong: "Then we walk through the minefields. Anyway, the mines are on the ground. Just be careful and only step on the gaps between the mines. With our size and the size of our feet, we can pass."
"Well, now you enter the second floor, but people have reached the fifth floor." Su Ming put away the grenades he picked up, shook his head and said regretfully: "If we really want to act as you say, we will undoubtedly be in the minefield. You need to be careful, and your speed of action has slowed down significantly. If he installs a bang turret on the corner of the street, we will be strafed by the time, do you hide or not?"
The nun frowned. She couldn't make a detour, or go straight. Is it going to fly from the sky?
As if he was aware of her thoughts, someone directly denied:
"In previous battles, we saw all kinds of orc arms, but there was only one missing, and that was the explosive kid unit equipped with rocket guns and explosive packs. From then on, I thought it was the green leather leader who took them. Stay by your side and use it as a guard. If you approach the enemy leader through the aircraft now, you may be hit by various rockets in the next second and fall into the minefield. It is better to walk in by yourself now."
"Well, do you still have to dig a hole?" Since it doesn't work from the ground, maybe it's a way out from the ground.
Su Ming looked at the sea of fire behind the two of them, and then at the minefield in front of them: "We are humans and not bugs. We can dig tunnels quickly. Tunnel warfare is good for siege or defense. If it is too late, our enemy will run away."
"Okay, it's not the time for teaching and class, just say what to do, I'll listen to you." The nun was expressionless, she entered a state of detached peace.
Su Ming knocked on his breastplate, strangling and raising his mask like a mechanical device, he patted the nun's shoulder again: "The correct answer is—what you can’t do, just leave it to me, you’re afraid I’m not afraid of anything."
With that said, he turned and walked towards the minefield in a more careful way, and while walking, he drove all the green-skinned oversized mines and stuffed them into his pockets.
Sure enough, a few automatic turrets popped out of the rubble that was still smoking on both sides of the street. The twin large bangs would swing to the left and right with the brackets when firing. The caliber was visible. And great power.
But he was standing in the rain of bullets, letting the bullets that were thicker than his wrist smash dense sparks on his body, and turned around to face the nun, meaning:
‘Am I right? ’
The gunshots were too noisy, and the road was not wide, and dark clouds were pressing on the heads of sentient beings.
But in the sound and light echoing in the street, Eiffelard suddenly smiled.
It was the first time that she felt that someone could rely on. This feeling, even the monastery had never given her, was the kind of closeness between human individuals.
There are no rules and regulations, and there is no code of conduct. Which way he wants to go, which way must be smooth, this is really a manifestation of God.
"Hurry up, don't let the enemy run away!"
But she didn't say much about her feelings, just urged him to get glory.
Su Ming rolled his eyes. In fact, the real plan was to make the gun sound.
If you were a greenskin and the traps set up around your hiding place sounded, wouldn't you go to see what triggered the trap?
Standing here and letting the automatic cannon bombard indiscriminately, it wasn't for the concave shape or to test the defense of strangulation, it was originally intended to attract the enemy to appear on their own initiative.
So instead of rushing forward, he deliberately stepped on a few thunders, then found a garbage dump on the street and hid it.
There was a happy mood from the strangulation, indicating that the thunder exploded under the soles of the feet, and it was still itchy.
In the smoke filled with gunpowder, everything returned to silence, and the automatic guns also retracted because they could not find the target in the heat and smoke caused by the explosion.
"?" Eiffelal stood at the far corner of the street, in a daze by the fire wall triggered by the incendiary bomb.
Su Ming waved her hand vigorously and motioned for her to hide too. She then understood, turned over and got into the window where the mine was removed just now.
Sure enough, after a short while, a lot of **** turned around from the corner of the street, each of them holding a mine or a pile of ammunition, and cursing.
It seemed that they were a little scared, but faced with the BOSS's assignment, they could only reluctantly repair the minefield and load the turret.
Reality is not a game. The minefield must be re-arranged once it is used, and the live ammunition turret also needs to be reloaded.
As long as you kill all these **** and make some noise, the next time you will be the green-skinned kid, the next time the big tyrants should suspect that the mine or the turret is malfunctioning~www.NovelMTL.com~ And come by yourself.
At that time, Su Ming and him are fighting in the minefield, and Green Skin will know what it means to eat bad luck.
How to assassinate some assassins who are only about 1.2 meters tall and are as thin as ordinary humans? This is not a problem at all for professional killers like Death Knell.
He turned the strangulation into a rope, pretending to take the rope from his pocket, tied a slip knot, and then threw it at a fart who was burying his head.
The strangling tentacles accurately wrapped his neck, and then pulled it violently, and the fart was pulled into the dark place of the host's hiding place and ate it.
"Uh!"
After hearing the short cry, the surrounding **** looked around, but didn't realize that they were missing.
Strangling means that the green skin tastes like mushrooms, and the genes are not desirable at all, but the host has to play a ring, so just play.
It flew out again, and the goal was to load the turret to the unlucky one.
