Dream Guide

When Anderson held the handle of the cannon, it felt like he was holding a fishing rod. Each shell fired was a fishhook, and the trail was a fishing line invisible in the sun.

The muscles on his face were twisted, as if he had hooked a great white shark while fishing. The great white shark had just killed his lover, and now he was going to break its fangs, smash its belly, and make her pay for it with blood.

The hatred of losing his lover and the excitement of catching a big fish were intertwined, making him crazy. He seemed to see dark red blood, broken fish flesh, and snow-white belly of dead fish rolling in the waves.

I have never had such an enjoyable fishing experience!

"Ah, hurry up! Come on, Boris! Make the bullets go faster! I'm going to smash these sons of bitches!" Anderson yelled at Boris, who was helping him manually fake the shells and turn the belt.

"Do you fucking think I'm an electric motor?" Boris scolded, "Either you release the bomb, or I'll shoot!"

"I'll do it, I'll do it!"

Anderson gave up his position to turn the ammunition belt, and replaced it with Boris to control the shooting.

Ta da, da da da da da...

The delivery speed of the cannonballs was indeed a little faster than before.

"You must be accurate!" Petru shouted, holding the Soul of Fire in one hand and the telescope in the other. "We don't have many cannonballs!"

"Don't worry, it's enough to beat these bastards into mud! Hahaha..." Boris laughed crazily, his eyes widened like bells, and the muscles on his body and face trembled rhythmically.

A 30MM caliber artillery shell hitting a person can directly interrupt the person's waist. What's more, the M789 high-explosive bomb also has explosive power, with a killing radius of more than 5 meters.

From the telescope, Petru could clearly see the miserable situation of the Itesa people in front of the altar, and because the soul of fire could call upon the spiritual power of the island, he could actually use his spirit to track the traces of the cannonballs, just like he did in Tubuai It's like tracking bullets on the island. It's a pity that I can't control this cannonball, otherwise I can hit the enemy more accurately.

The Itsa people had no idea what was happening. They only heard a clicking sound, and then something invisible came with a sharp whistling sound. Immediately afterwards, their companions fell down one by one, and a puff of smoke exploded on the ground.

A Uracan man nervously took off his bow from his back, attached a wooden arrow and pointed it at the void where the sound came from, shouting "Devil!" in their language. However, before his arrow was shot, he felt something hit his chest hard, but he was not knocked away and still stood upright. He looked down and found a big hole in his chest. The hole was big enough to penetrate a person's head, and the heart and lungs disappeared out of thin air.

There was a bang and an explosion behind him. He wanted to turn around and see what had shattered his chest, but he couldn't move. He saw a companion on the left front, looking at him with frightened eyes.

The man was bowing and holding up his spear. From that direction and height, you could just see the hole in his chest. Then, the man's hand holding the spear suddenly disconnected from his body, a cloud of blood mist rose up, and the severed arm flew over diagonally, just passing through the big hole in his chest.

He was lucky. After his chest was blown open, his brain had not had time to die, so he finally saw how the "devil" killed people before he died. Although he still could not see clearly what the "devil" looked like, maybe the devil had no chance at all. It just doesn’t look like it.

But he was also unlucky. Compared to his brother who had his brain blossomed immediately, his death was relatively less pleasant. Before he died, he had to watch all kinds of scenes of the tragic death of his clan members and endure incomparable pain.

At the moment he fell, he wanted to ask their god why he had given up on his people and the devout Itsa people who had been protecting Ramla for thousands of years were finally destroyed in the hands of the devil. .

However, he could no longer make a sound. He only saw three suns in the sky, as if laughing at his stupid way of dying. Finally, his bow broke into two pieces when he fell to the ground, and the arrow on the fully drawn bowstring finally shot out crookedly, toward the sky.

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Although the bombs are fed manually, the shooting speed of the M230 cannon is still very fast. When the crow flies, the 500 rounds of artillery shells are almost gone. Crazy Boris and Anderson fired the last few shells with ferocious faces before finally stopping with satisfaction.

They abandoned the machine guns, which were out of ammunition, and went down the mountain to join the others.

When Aoki came to the square in front of the altar, he saw a tragic picture:

There were stumps of limbs and broken arms everywhere, blood stained the land red, and vague and difficult-to-identify parts of flesh could be seen everywhere, leaving people with no place to start.

Less than one-tenth of the more than a thousand Itesa people survived, and most of them were missing arms and legs and had lost their combat effectiveness. They were lying in a pile of dead people, with dull expressions and empty eyes looking at the sky. If you didn't distinguish them carefully, they would be almost the same as dead people.

This unilateral massacre that spanned the civilization era made the Itesan people completely desperate. The invisible bullets and terrifying lethality convinced them that the devil had come to the world and that God had given up on them.

The priests rushed frantically into the pile of dead bodies, looking here and there.

Cubata hugged half of the Itsa man's head and knelt down crying bitterly. Half of the head was missing, and the remaining eye was still open, full of fear and helplessness.

Bartus was lying on the ground, holding many broken internal organs in his hands, and his whole body was shaking.

The Bigwindi roared to the sky, raising their arms to the sky, shouting and questioning their god in Itsa language.

Seeing such a scene, even the executioners who had just carried out the massacre couldn't help but feel horrified. Anderson, Boris and Petrou stood stiffly on the edge of the slaughterhouse, a little unable to believe that this was what they had just done. Especially when they saw Mrs. Larry and Alice still alive, these men who had experienced war and killing almost collapsed.

The three Itesa priests turned around and looked at the man who had just been negotiating and describing to them the beautiful life in the distant legendary world of Unab.

Their faces were full of confusion, regret, and anger...

How accurate God’s prophecies are! These are not humans, they are demons! The demon pretending to be an envoy defrauded the sacred staff, and then pretended to negotiate to gain their trust, just to make them relax their vigilance.

The priests stood up slowly, the muscles on their faces twisted with anger, as if many snakes and insects were crawling on their faces. Their eyes shot out with hatred and anger, seeming to burn everything down. A strange sound roared from their hoarse throats, like a horn that awakened a sleeping dragon.

The surviving but desperate Itesan people woke up at the sound of the horn and stood up one after another. Even those who had broken arms or legs, as long as they were still alive, stood up.

They supported each other and slowly moved closer to the priests, forming a disabled team of about a hundred people. Their eyes shot out with the same anger as the priests, their faces twisted into devilish looks, their spirits and wills slowly unified, and at the last moment, they finally condensed into a formation.

A huge amount of spiritual power emanated from them, along with the permeating smell of blood, sweeping over them!