War in Heaven

"what……"

Lying in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, Crazy Evan slowly opened his eyes and held his forehead with his right hand. The brow was locked and asked: "Who just smashed me?"

"You fell yourself." Sam, who was sitting in the co-pilot, didn't look back, looking at the dark red earth ahead.

This fragile land may collapse at any time. Because the motorcycle is still charging, it can't be started. The Frankenstein also decisively abandoned the modified locomotive and turned to the off-road vehicle with some energy left, leaving the dangerous area quickly. .

The shocking "big collapse" picture before, made the Frankenstein make the decision to leave immediately. Fortunately, the collapse of the earth has not continued. The hint that Lin Chi has died has not appeared in the sight of Frankenstein.

According to the Frankenstein's inference, when he fell from this height, Lin Chi was still alive, and the probability of disability was as high as 95 percent. In the dark ground, once the disabled DEBUFF is obtained, it means that he can't come out again.

Next, the battle of the two-person squad was completed by myself and two followers.

In order to avoid the collapse of the earth below the wheel, the Frankenstein opened the car very stable, and there was no extra action. The off-road vehicle with unusually large wheels ran over the dark red soil and just woke up while driving forward. Crazy Evan once again opened up:

"Here... is Leningrad?"

"This is Mars." Frankenstein answered this question in a cold tone.

"Oh, yes, it’s on Mars... my master fell to the ground, right?" The blasting expert licked the remaining left eye, finally remembering the current situation.

"Yes." Frankenstein nodded.

"Comrade, do you think he will fall to the ground, discover the secret base built by the capitalist, find a huge robot inside, and then press the red button on the robot. '砰' will explode!" Crazy Ivan said with great enthusiasm.

"Your imagination is quite rich, but normal people should not press the red button." Sam looked back at the crazy Evan sitting in the back seat.

Then, they heard a dull rumble in the underground, and the body of the off-road vehicle bumped, like something exploded in the depths of the ground.

"what?"

Feeling the vibration from the underground, Sam’s brow screamed: “Don’t you watch the script?”

"Just guessing, guessing!" Crazy Evan's mouth is modest, but his face is already eye-opening, a smug look.

Unfortunately, he still couldn’t get proud of it for a minute, and he was poured a cold water by the Frankenstein:

"you guessed wrong."

"Why do you say that?" Crazy Evan looked up in disobedience.

"Because your master is still alive." Frankenstein said it.

During the talk, their off-road vehicles have already sailed out of the dark red plains and into the wasteland covered with gravel. Although I don’t know if the following is hollow, the solar car that has only been charged for a while has not been It’s electric.

"Damn."

Frankenstein rarely slammed his hand and pressed his hands on the steering wheel. Sam opened the solar panels folded on both sides of the car and began to charge the off-road vehicle.

Needless to say, in this uncovered bunker, once hostile forces appear, they will be discovered immediately. However, abandoning the car is definitely a more stupid choice.

Now, I can only wait for the car to be fully charged.

The off-road vehicle just stopped, and Crazy Evan slammed openly: "Oh, I suddenly thought of the past!"

"What is this time?" Sam got off the bus and looked around to prepare for the enemy that might come at any time.

"In the past, one of our allies would put a lot of explosives on the big trucks, and then forced the American captives they caught to be the drivers." Here, Crazy Evan looked into the distant horizon, and there was some nostalgia in his voice. It means: "Those Americans think they are terrorists. They don't even know that they drive their own people. The 'terrorists' in Americans are only responsible for remote detonation bombs..."

"This is indeed a terrorist act." Sam raised his eyebrows.

The voice did not fall, the distant land trembled again, and the dull roar was far and near. At the same time, the three men looked at the direction of the sound, and saw the outline of a giant truck appearing in the dust of the far end.

"You still don't talk better." Sam glanced at Crazy Evan and pressed his hand on the handle of the high-frequency knife.

It was a wild-looking horror chariot. The body was cast from dark red metal, with blood-stained spikes and rotating drill bits. In order to protect the driver, the cockpit at the front end of the car was welded with heavy weight. Metal plate.

The car behind the truck was transformed into a mobile war barrier with dozens of machine gun seats mounted and even two turrets that were removed from the tank.

Looking at the maddening red car from far and near, the Frankenstein also frowned slightly:

How did they get this kind of thing?

Judging from the shape of the chariot like a scrap iron, it is obviously not the equipment of the scientist, but the criminal tribe of Mars should not be able to get this kind of equipment...

The three people present were preparing to deal with this crazy big killer, and they heard the roar of industrial metal, which rang from the horn mounted on the body:

The other party's songs like the German chariot (Rammstein) are indeed in line with the wild style of Mars. In the low and magnetic hum of the lead singer, there is a laugh of a man:

"We are the 'wild pig tribe', goodbye, poor pity!"

"Hah, this level of enemies will be handed over to me..." Sam said that he was about to step forward, but he was stopped by the Frankenstein:

"I am coming." The command issued by Frankenstein is very simple.

"You... can you?" Sam raised his mouth and smiled a little, looking back at his unusually thin "master."

He has also seen the fighting power of Frankenstein, and in general is still within the scope of ordinary human warriors. Sam knows that his master is not at a level in terms of combat level.

It stands to reason that it should be more reliable. But Sam did not object, but stood side by side, bent a little, and made a "please" gesture to the Frankenstein:

"I respect your choice."

"Protect this car." Frankenstein pointed to the off-road vehicle parked in place.

"Give it to me." Sam nodded respectfully.

"These enemies are really interesting. My new bomb can blow them up!" Crazy Evan said that he would open the backpack and look for it. Then Sam was stunned with a knife handle, and the body leaned against the body of the off-road vehicle. The collapsed slipped down.

"This is your stage." Sam stared at the heavy truck that was galloping. The Frankenstein walked up the truck and put on his optical camouflage cloak, which was like an erased handwriting. Instantly disappeared into the air.

The driver of the truck apparently noticed that the enemy was invisible. The metal music being played suddenly stopped and was replaced by a nervous male voice:

"Idiot, this little trick can't stop the wild boar! The Revelation tells us that the wild boar is the master of this planet!"

"This is why you worship a pig?" Sam scorned and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing that his master has entered stealth, the swordsman is not idle, his feet suddenly force, striding to the truck, not able to rush to the front of the truck, several human-operated machine guns on the body The tower has already aimed at his body.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

The madman who is operating the machine gun, the face of the mask full of blue tattoos, a twisted smile, laughing and aiming at the enemy who is looking for a dead end, waiting to be in front of the car when preparing for peace. Anyone smashed into pieces.

But this time, things are not that simple...

Five pairs of heavy-duty machine guns with a firing rate of 4,000 per minute. Against the position of Sam, the large-caliber bullets with the thickness of the little finger poured out, and the gravel on the ground flew, and the dust that was blown temporarily blocked their sight. .

"Dead! Dead! Dead!"

The tribal members who shot were shouting in unison, like sinister cultists. The rushing forward truck broke through the smoke and ran over from the position where Sam had just stood. The tribal members on the side of the car looked down at the same time, and the shouting suddenly stopped:

--nobody?

They immediately realized that the suppression of the shooting just did not touch the enemy's hair. But the worse situation is still behind, the heavy body suddenly began to tilt to the right, the two wheels on the right left the body directly, rolled out towards the front, and made two irregular arcs.

"Before you open it, you should check if the chassis is broken." Sam's figure flashed and suddenly appeared behind the truck. The whole person turned out to be unharmed, and the high-frequency knife had already recovered the scabbard.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The members of the wild boar tribe have never been subjected to such teasing. One of them is anger burning. The tank turret installed on the back side of the carriage has also begun to rotate slowly, aiming at the position where Sam is standing.

boom!

The fiery fireball vacated and flew up with a deformed turret. The metal fragments from the explosion of the turret flew around at super high speeds close to the speed of sound, directly cutting off the nearest one. The head of the boar tribe member who operates the machine gun.

"Ah!"

Seeing the indestructible war barriers exploded, the tribe members who were operating the machine guns began to mourn, as if the supreme emperor had collapsed in front of his eyes and even the faith was destroyed.

When the "sacred" faith is broken, what follows is the deep hatred:

"Take him a corpse! Pay homage to our holy chariot!"

The machine gunners began to roar, the driver turned the front of the car, and made a big turn, rushing back toward Sam.

In the face of the red chariot that is on the way, Sam smiled and whispered:

"Come out, my summoned beast."

"I am not calling the beast."

With the cold sound, a machine gunner's head suddenly left the body, leaving only the headless corpse still bleeding in the machine gun tower. The gunman in the other machine gun tower was still not responding, and he saw that the headless body flew out of the seat. The unmanned machine gun suddenly turned his gun to aim at himself.

At the last moment of life, the bald man with a blue line on his face, with his sullen eyes, muttered to himself: "The evil spirit..."

In the muzzle of the super-high-speed machine gun, a two-meter-long fire broke out. The large-caliber bullet hit at a close distance, and the gunman was shot with a gun and became a fragment of the sky. The metal was mixed with flesh and blood to the rear of the car. In the past, it fell on the burning ground.

"God... betrayed us!"

I witnessed an incredible scene. Another gunman who was using a heavy machine gun nearby, while panicking and shouting, pointed the gun at the unmanned machine gun tower and did not hesitate to buckle. trigger.

The gunshots, the machine gunners on this war fortress, all entered a state of panic. They began to fire at various locations, but no matter how they rebelled, the massacre continued.

"Ah!"

A machine gunner who was aiming at the ground to open fire was cut open by the invisible killer. The cold wind of minus 20 degrees was poured into the trachea and instantly took his life. The man who was beheaded was the manipulator of another machine gun tower five meters away from the man.

"It is a **** of evil... evil spirits want to kill us!"

Under the attack of invisible enemies, members of the wild boar tribe began to mourn again. They were not afraid of enemies with entities, but executions by invisible opponents were clearly beyond the reach of these people.

As one of the strongest criminal tribes in Mars, unlike the wild wolf tribes, the wild boar tribes are taking the “Franksman route”. In order to improve the loyalty of members, thoroughly control these murderous criminals. After years of brewing, the leader of the wild boar tribe has created a "wild pig god", brainwashing in various ways, and turning believers into faithful believers in the "wild pig god"!

These irrational mad believers have long forgotten the "optical camouflage". After all, in their view, no one on Mars has their technical power except the evil heresy "scientist." because--

"Our weapons are given by the wild boar god! Don't be conquered by evil spirits-"

The machine gunman who shouted the words had not finished, and was caught by an invisible hand. He violently pulled out of the car and fell heavily on the rocky ground. At the same time, blood is started.

"The ridiculous belief of mankind... is really troublesome." Frankenstein whispered.

After receiving the message from the host via the radio, Sam laughed and turned and walked toward the off-road vehicle:

"Humans need spiritual sustenance, otherwise they will be very empty," he said.