Silent Crown Chapter 776: Friendship lasts forever

The situation is urgent.

The supervisor roared on the dock with smoke in his voice. The pressure from the front line, the tight logistics, the urging of the headquarters, the command of the commander, and the pressure from the overwhelming pressure made this group of guys almost crazy. Action Naturally, it will no longer be polite.

There is no time to explain one by one.

"Get up, get up, get up!"

These guys stepped on the pedals and rushed into the cabin, kicked open the door, and one by one pulled the group of seasick newbies off the bed after squinting in the middle of the night, and several military police followed them with buckets. The latter splashed them awake.

In the sour smell of the vomit, the supervisor pulls up the nearest person:

"Name! Serial number! Which formation is from?"

The blind left eye rolled up the white of his eyes, which made Xinding's expression twitch, instinctively straightened up and saluted, and replied loudly: "Second Lieutenant Charles Forbes, number s7-2287, the sixth formation of the Royal Orchestra !"

The supervisor tore off a large row of epaulettes, spit on his mouth, patted him on the shoulder, and stuck.

"Okay, now you are in the fourth squad of the third tank mixed team."

The supervisor did not waste a second, nor did he give him a chance to be stunned, kicked him out of the cabin with one foot: "Disembark and disembark, pick up your terminal, and get on the car according to the number!"

Outside the cabin, someone swiftly stuffed an Ethernet terminal and three new redemption rifles into his arms: "Go, go! There are still people in line behind!"

Charles was at a loss, "But, where should we go?"

The distributor pushed him aside, just pointing to his forehead:

"Someone will tell you."

Soon, as the terminal was activated, a mechanical sound rang, and a thin illusion emerged in front of him, marking the path and direction on the material, urging him to move forward immediately.

In the chaotic flow of people, Charles stumbled in line according to the number, and moved forward involuntarily. When he got to the place, someone from the crowded crowd was waiting there, grabbing him, and pulling him. To the front water tank.

The sweaty commander points to the door of the tank:

"The last person is here, get in the car, hurry up!"

Charles moved forward numbly and wanted to get in the car, only to find that all the places in the tank were full, leaving him only half of the frame that had just been welded on.

"Am I sitting here?"

Charles' face blushed, "I'm a jazz!"

The soldiers in the chariot were stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"No one here cares whether you are a jazz or not."

The commander kicked him into the chariot, slammed the door shut, "Just bear it, you're a soldier!"

The chariot rushed forward, and amid the hoarse roar of the staff, it set off billowing smoke and drove to the battlefield.

"...Where are we... going?"

Amid the noise of machinery, Charles mustered up his courage.

"Frontline."

The captain finished smoking and said calmly: "We are going to occupy the city hall position and make a way for the people behind."

Speaking, he pushed the suspended ether ball equipped on the tank to Charles, "You are responsible for observing and aiming. The Asgardians are equipped with new weapons for the tank. If you are hit by a shot , The whole car is finished."

Speaking, he made an explosive gesture, "Boom~"

Charles shivered, thinking that the safety of the whole car is in his own hands.

"I...I..."

"Don't worry, everyone's life will not be in your hands, and I will still be there."

The middle-aged musician in the co-pilot position raised his hat to Charles, which was regarded as a salute: "Xin Ding, in what period are you in?"

Seeing this action, Charles's eyes lit up, "Phase 6! Charles, Class 3, Phase 6 of the Royal Conservatory of Music, sir, are you?"

"Phase II."

The middle-aged musician smiled triumphantly: "Just call me a screw. From now on, you will call it ‘Jazz’, come one."

Speaking, he lost a cigarette and rolled it.

Charles tried hard to suppress his impulse to oppose, and wisely accepted the kindness of the senior and this mocking nickname.

In the military, there is always a thigh, and when this thigh is still a senior of one's alumni, it is even more important to cherish it. If you don't know what is good or bad, it is boring to ask yourself.

In a few minutes, everyone is barely familiar with it.

Just as the screw was telling an **** joke to the funniest place, Charles heard a roar, and then the sky turned dark in front of him.

The entire chariot seemed to be overturned by a giant, and was rolled on the ground by the sudden impact, and finally after colliding with a shop, it overturned reluctantly.

Amid the sharp tinnitus, Charles's eyes were dark and he could only feel someone slap himself in the face.

The pain woke him up, and he saw Screw's face.

Screw breathed a sigh of relief, showing a reluctant smile, and turned back to shout to the captain:

"Good news, Xin Ding is still alive!"

In the pungent smell of the leaked coolant, the screw pulled him to get up from the ground, then kicked a dead corpse away and stuffed him into the driving seat:

"Bad news, the wrench’s neck is broken. The captain is in emergency repairs, I will be responsible for the weapons, you will drive the new Ding!"

Charles was at a loss for a long time, looking at the steering wheel in his hand, crying without tears.

"I, I won't!"

"Did you see the one under your foot? The red one is the accelerator, the blue one is the brake, you can just use one of the third gears!"

Amidst the roars, the good temper of Screw was gone. Seeing that he was still hesitating, he immediately yelled at Charles:

"Hurry up, Sir, no, that name has already died for you once. So hurry up, Xinding, there is no new nickname to replace you and die again, don’t hesitate, just save yourself Fate!"

Charles didn't dare to hesitate, stepped on the gas pedal reluctantly, his will was connected to the alchemy matrix behind the driver's seat, his gaze passed through the heavy armor, and he looked out to the battlefield.

"My God..."

At that moment, he just felt cold all over.

The flame, the city is bathed in flames.

Under the gray sky, roaring sounds one after another, the city is lying on the ground like a dying giant.

In the devastation, a convoy of water tanks for follow-up support roared forward, smashed through layers of shops and walls, ran over burning wreckage and ruins, and moved forward, putting the fortifications of the Asgardians one by one. Flattened.

Behind the tank, the 4th Corps followed closely, eating dust and crawling into the trench. He closed his eyes and poured bullets when he couldn't see the front. Anyway, as long as you pull the trigger, children will do too.

They fight and kill like children, and then die as funny as children.

After the skull was lifted by the iron plate, it looked like a rotten wine glass with a few small openings missing.

The brain plasm flies, smears on the broken wall, mixed with blood, dripping down.

Outline an oblique arc.

Like a smiling face.

"Come on, **** those Asgard bitches!"

The screw roared, Charles gritted his teeth, but the chill and fear rising from his heels made him scream, roar, and press the accelerator pedal to the bottom.

The chariot seemed to be drunk, staggering out of the ruins, drawing a strange arc, breaking through layers of walls and pillars, and then plunged into a big hole on the ground. Climbed out of the big hole like a ghoul.

The support team of the Asgardians rushed head-on.

"Hahaha, Xinding is doing a good job!"

The screw laughed, opened the hatch of the water tank, shook the handle of the runner, and lifted the heavy steel weapon up, and then stepped on the pedal to get out of the body half of the body.

"Friends of Asgard, how are you!"

In the next instant, the "Child of Vulcan" exhaled a vicious flame.

As the alchemy matrix was activated, the ether flowed, triggering a molten lead reaction, and the six-barreled redemption machine gun that was spinning frantically quickly ate into the bullet chain, spilling a rain of destruction.

The redemption weapon that this chain saw monk will modify based on the inspiration of "Hephaestus" has six barrels, thirteen layers of sleeves, and the sophisticated and complex mechanical design is sufficient to supply it with a steady stream of sprays. Spit out deadly metal bullets.

It’s like a flaming metal whip swaying. Everything it went by was simply cut off. In just five or six seconds, the group of reinforcements even took the people hiding behind the wall bunkers. Together they became dead bodies that couldn't be put together.

The best way for musicians to sense is that they can detect living things within hundreds of meters around them without blind spots. As long as they breathe, there will be ether fluctuations. As long as they are alive, there will be heart sounds.

No matter how messy the outside sounds are, it is the musician's instinct to distinguish these fine sounds.

As the water tank opened in the front, the army in the back bunkers also followed, and then launched a charge towards the Asgardian position.

The leading knight threw his two-handed sword into a change, and took off the heavy weapon behind his back. It was a huge steel cross. Along with the ether fluctuations, a void shield emerged from the cross skeleton, against it. The firepower of the Sgardians stepped forward.

The Ether Shield Mary mk-ii of the Knights was issued by the Royal Academy. Newton's proud work perfectly withstood the test. With the suppression of the screws, this position was quickly taken down.

The team made a short correction on the spot, sending the seriously injured people off the front line.

"Good job, b95!" The leading knight took off his lower armour and made a thankful gesture to the screw: "I have been beaten by these **** for half an hour!"

The screw lost a cigarette, and the probe asked: "How about the previous one?"

The knight sipped, "The group of guys set up a bombardment position on the city hall. If this nail can't be pulled out, the tank won't be able to drive through."

Looking through the screw probe, you can vaguely see the wreckage of the building, and a square full of potholes in the distance. Behind the square, there are rows of heavy ether cannons.

The ghost knows when the Asgardians completed the lightening of the ether heavy artillery. After the main artillery used on warships and large warfare installations was successfully miniaturized, a car was towed.

After forming the bombardment position, it can turn over the entire range of land like a ploughshare.

The tank they screwed just now was overturned by the shock wave of this thing. If it were hit directly, it would explode on the spot, and no one would survive.

Without a few minutes of rest, the knight's terminal made a harsh sound, and the knight spat.

"Damn, urging, urging people to death."

He waved goodbye, "Take care, my friend, we must take down City Hall before their Knights reinforcements arrive, and there is still an hour left.

I hope we can catch up with the Archangel Armor. This group of mischievous guys are not even willing to grant us the authority of a distortion-level musician..."

"Good luck, friend."

Screw also received the above order and got back into the car.

Soon, the cistern tanks rushed forward and gathered into the convoy of subsequent reinforcements.

The mighty torrent of steel ran across the streets, spreading destruction, like invisible shovel after another, eradicating all the small red dots marked on the map.

The encirclement net was gradually closing, and they finally launched an attack towards the city hall.

Under the cruel pressure of the countdown, the death order of the staff reached everyone's hands, and the general attack began!

Facing the destruction of the shelling position, a row of people rushed up, a row of people died, another row of people rushed up, and another row of people died...

The viscous plasma spread on the ground, gradually smearing the entire square into a fierce dark red, looking from the sky, it looks like a huge dining table.

The war's mouth chewed the flesh and blood, and spit out the broken remains.

It's devastated.

In the observation of the musicians, the scene of the battlefield was sent along the ethernet to all directions, the Privy Council, the General Staff, the front command, the south, the north, and even the depths of the dark world.

Finally, came to a water mirror in mid-air.

In the silence, the vague projection was shaking, and there was no sound.

The two viewers sitting in front were attentive. After a long time, they looked back and held up the tea cup in front of them~IndoMTL.com~ It is also a bitter medicinal tea. It is difficult to drink until the entrance and they begin to doubt life. .

"The children seem to be doing well."

Stone touched his iron skull and sighed softly, "Although he regrets aging, he feels comforted whenever he sees the brave figures of young people."

The people beside him sighed: "Do you feel relieved to see the younger generation grow up?"

"No, it's because they bleed on the battlefield, suffered the same suffering and suffered the same sins as I did."

Stone clicked his mouth, feeling the smell of iron tangling on the tip of his tongue, and smiled contentedly: "Watching the weak among them die and the strong survive...Only at this time, I will feel I have a companion and I am not alone."

"Ah, I understand, I understand!"

The old man named Caligula patted his thigh in excitement, and excitedly said, "It's like the first time I went to a party when I was a child, right?

The excitement of meeting new people is simply unforgettable! "

Speaking of this, the two old men looked at each other approvingly, as if they had met each other, Caligula touched his pocket, took out two small paper bags, and his smile became weird:

"Take a bite?"

"Okay!"

Shi Dong nodded happily.

The two old men representing Angru and the Winged People soak up the psychedelic on diplomatic occasions.

For a long time, Shi Dong rolled his eyes and sighed cheerfully:

"A rare good product!"

Like a booze confidant, Caligula laughed proudly: "I planted it myself, only the dark world can cultivate such a strong flavor! I will give you two packs later!"

"Good, good!"

Shi Dong clapped his hands happily: "May our friendship last forever!"

"Well, forever!" rw more exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading academy