Chapter 181 Old Photos Belonging to Us
For some mechanical races, death is just a short sleep.
High-level mechanical creatures will upload their consciousness data to the headquarters every month to prevent various accidents.
One death only means they lose one month's data.
So in the requirements of this mission, it was written [Kill An Lan once], instead of killing An Lan completely.
The mechanical soldiers below who were fighting with the members of the North Wind Organization were not qualified to back up data. If they died, they were really dead, and the mechanical factories could mass-produce more warriors.
"Bang!"
Su Xia fired a small-caliber special bullet, successfully hitting the fleeing An Lan, and making a hole in his body.
An Lan's body was unstable and he swayed a few times, almost falling on the spot.
After a series of battles and accelerated escape, this part of his body had little energy left, and it was only a matter of time before he was caught up.
He simply stopped running away and turned to rush towards Su Xia, activating the self-destruct sequence.
"Beifeng, we'll see you later!"
He roared and his body suddenly exploded in the air close to Su Xia, creating a terrifying shock wave visible to the naked eye.
Countless burning metal fragments fell from the sky, like a beautiful rain of fire.
Su Xia activated the psychic shield and was not hit too hard.
"An Lan, see you later."
Su Xia breathed a sigh of relief and felt a lot more relaxed.
An Lan was the first level 4 creature he met in this world. He was so high and mighty at first, but now he was forced to self-destruct by him.
After the battle, his mechas were not too damaged, but the ammunition was basically used up, so he needed to go back to Boss Shu for replenishment. Overall, it was much easier than the last battle with the level 4 Zerg.
…
In the suburbs of Coral City, which is very far away from here, the huge triangular mechanical creature suddenly stopped. After a moment, it turned around and returned to the city at a faster speed.
In the mechanical base, all mechanical creatures were waiting, and even their daily work was temporarily put aside.
After seeing the giant triangular mechanical creature, countless low sighs were heard in the base.
"Alas, Lord An Lan was defeated. The firepower of the rebels is not weak."
"Not even a bit of coordinate information was sent back to the base, which means Lord An Lan was completely destroyed. Let's notify Lord Yu Tuo."
"I received a coordinate here."
One of the square box-shaped robots suddenly spoke and connected itself to the projection system inside the base.
Soon, a huge light blue three-dimensional projection map appeared in front of many mechanical creatures.
This is the wilderness map between Coral City and Waste Armor City. All the roads are marked with dark blue curves. On one of the roads, a red dot is flashing.
"The one who sent me the coordinates was an F-3 combat robot. I looked up the corresponding number in the database and it turned out to be the subordinate that Lord An Lan trusts the most."
"The guy who likes to think?"
"Yes, it's him. He's not dead yet. Could it be that he only has half a head left?"
“…”
All living things still remember the night when Commander Beifeng escaped from the laboratory.
The thinker with only half a brain left was the topic of conversation among many creatures in the base for a long time.
"Send out all the scouts to search for Lord An Lan's fragments. I hope those damned rebels won't do anything to Lord An Lan's fragments."
Inside the base, the mechanical creature in charge of temporary command spoke.
Not long after, countless flying mechanical units left the base and flew quickly towards the valley where the battle took place.
These flying units are all dual-form mechanical warriors that can change back and forth between combat form and biological form. Their appearance also has simulation functions. Although they are not as good as the clone modified by Yu Tuo, they win in quantity.
When the residents of Feijia City heard the sound, they looked up and saw countless bionic mechanical birds flying across the sky.
"Something bad has happened."
"Is there going to be another war?"
Since the end of the war, Feijia City has never sent out so many scouts at one time.
Everyone realized that soon there might be news that would shock the entire Feijia City and even the entire southwest region.
…
At this moment, in the valley.
All the mechanical soldiers who were preparing to attack the artillery positions were destroyed, without exception.
The air was filled with smoke, most of the valley was on fire, the air was mixed with the smell of various burnt materials, and the ground was covered with craters and debris.
Above the valley, the North Wind’s official losses were slight, with players proving their worth by dying repeatedly.
"Go down there and see if anyone is still alive."
They all walked towards the valley below, remaining vigilant and paying attention to possible attacks at any time.
It is true that some people are still alive, but they are all injured.
Of the more than fifty researchers, only about .
Half of someone's body was crushed under the rolling rocks, and blood dyed the ground red.
“Ah…ah…Mom, Mom…”
He wailed in pain, his face covered with tears and snot, and he collapsed in agony and despair, calling out for his mother.
Some people were luckier and were only slightly injured. They hid in the craters and shivered, silently repeating things like "the shells will not fall in the same crater".
Of the more than one hundred human soldiers, only a dozen were still alive, and most of the dead did not even have intact bodies.
They were holding weapons and hiding behind countless rocks, and everyone's face was extremely pale.
"Don't shoot!"
Suddenly someone shouted, and a white flag made of torn cloth stretched out from behind the rock.
When the wind blew, the tattered white flag fluttered back and forth, looking funny and ridiculous.
"Don't shoot, we are all human!"
"We can't kill each other!"
"We surrender..."
There were a series of noises coming from behind the pile of rocks, and several more ridiculous white flags were raised.
The confidence of these soldiers had been shattered by countless artillery fire. They didn't even have the courage to resist. Some were even frightened to the point of urinating.
Almost all of them joined Feijia City as soldiers as part of the human race's surrender camp after the war between the two races ended. They had never experienced a major war. At most, they followed the mechanical warriors to encircle and suppress some rebel bases, and all the battles were favorable.
They were attacked so badly that they couldn't even see where the enemy was. Their friends around them died one by one, and most of them collapsed.
"We don't want to do that either. We just want to make a living. If we don't become soldiers, we won't even have enough to eat..."
They hid behind rocks and begged for mercy.
But Mo Zheng and others saw the bodies of the remaining soldiers on the ground and recognized the familiar badges on the bodies.
The soldiers here also participated in the last encirclement and suppression of the Beifeng Organization.
"It's you!" Mo Zheng was furious. "You killed my friends and slaughtered my compatriots, and you still want me to let you go?"
"No...we were forced..."
"Take up your weapons and die like a warrior!"
Mo Zheng roared angrily. He still remembered the hideous grins of those damn soldiers.
At that time, he fell to the ground seriously injured and could only watch the people around him being killed one by one. The feeling of powerlessness and hatred penetrated deep into his bones.
Cheng Pingan was worried that something might happen if they delayed too long, so he immediately waved to everyone, "Go! Kill them!"
"yes!"
A group of players rushed to the front, and the rest of the Old North Wind organization also took action.
Before long, all the remaining soldiers died begging for mercy and wailing in pain.
Next came the researchers who were still alive. After everyone cleaned up, all of them were shot dead, and no one survived.
Cheng Ping'an had everyone checked very carefully. As long as the bodies were still intact, they had been shot twice in the head, and there was no possibility of resurrection.
Those mechanical soldiers were not spared either.
Cheng Pingan warned earnestly: "Check carefully, the robot is very tenacious and can survive with only one head."
After the artillery fire, more than twenty mechanical soldiers were badly injured and unable to climb up to the top of the valley to join the battle, so they remained in the valley.
They were the last group that still posed a threat, and now they have all been eliminated one by one.
Only half of the last mechanical soldier's body was left. He climbed up the hillside bit by bit from the bottom of the valley, as if he wanted to catch a glimpse of today's dawn.
But Blue Light did not give him this chance and smashed his head at the last moment.
“Crack!”
Blu took out a specially made psychic weapon and chopped off the head of the broken head.
He took a deep breath, walked up the valley, and lifted it high.
The light blue psychic solution flowed down his arms. The strong wind over the valley made his robe rustle. He shouted loudly, "It's over. We won!"
Perhaps it was because of overuse of his throat from commanding the artillery position for a long time that his voice became a little hoarse.
But his voice was still transmitted to the entire valley, echoing in the valley for a long time.
“We won!”
“Haha, I win!”
“…”
At this moment, cheers of victory resounded throughout the valley.
The members of the North Wind Organization shouted loudly in exhaustion and pain. Even the players who did not belong to this world were excited and hugged each other to celebrate this hard-earned victory.
Mo Zheng, Mo Zhan and others had red eyes. Thinking of their compatriots who died in the battle that night, they couldn't help but shed tears.
"We have avenged you..."
Little Liu An, who was not yet an adult, also wiped away his tears, held high the flag of the North Wind Organization, and waved it vigorously on the battlefield of blood and fire.
Su Xia came back with a few barely intact fragments of An Lan, and some broken mechanical heads, including the Thinker with only half a head left.
“Crack!”
He used a hard metal rod to pierce the Thinker, then pierced through several metal fragments of An Lan and the remaining mechanical heads, and then tied the metal rod to a long wooden pole.
During this process, the Thinker roared in shame and frustration, asking Su Xia to give him a quick death.
“Kill me… Kill me…”
But Su Xia didn't respond at all. He just took the wooden pole and poked it hard, inserting it into the gap between the rocks above the valley.
He took the flag of the North Wind Organization from Xiao Liuan's hand and put it aside, then called everyone over to take a photo.
"Come up, leave a souvenir and go. The mechanical scouts should be here soon."
Su Xia asked another member for an ordinary jet pack, then tied a camera to it, set a countdown, and remotely controlled it to fly over the valley ahead.
The dawn in the sky was as red as if it had been dyed with blood.
Everyone stood above the valley, with the bloody dawn as the background and thick smoke rising beside them.
Although many people's equipment was torn to pieces, they were covered in scars, their faces were covered in stains, and their bodies were covered in blood, they were still smiling happily.
The tall black mecha stood in the center of everyone, carrying a giant mechanical gun separated from its body, and was very dazzling in the morning light.
Su Xia was at the front, Cheng Pingan and Lan Guang were on his left, and the two brothers Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan were on his right.
Behind them, the flag fluttered in the wind, and next to the flag was a string of mechanical heads inserted diagonally.
"Click! "
The camera flashed, freezing all people and objects in the photo.
This is the first group photo since the establishment of the New North Wind organization.
We may experience countless wars in the future, and the people in the photos will leave one by one, but as long as the human race does not perish, their figures today will be remembered forever by future generations until the end of time.
