Him and their stars

Kelvin held the White Crow rifle in his hand, aimed it with all his heart, and then pulled the trigger suddenly. He saw a Sandman who was riding on a velociraptor and showing off his power to others to charge fell down, and then he breathed out the breath he had been holding just now.

"Hey, man, that's such a good shot!" Youyou, who was wearing power armor, praised loudly.

Anyone who can be a cowboy in Xinyumen will certainly not be too bad at shooting - after all, all those who are too bad are already dead. And as long as you hone such good marksmanship, you will be able to prosper in Xinyumen. There are planters and mine owners everywhere vying to hire you.

However, Kelvin still misses the time when he was still in the Milky Way. He graduated from a technical school and worked as a worker in a small parts factory in his hometown. The salary is not much, but I can still live a prosperous life in my hometown where prices are not high. The factory director is an old friend of my father. He takes good care of me and is willing to teach me mechanical repair and assembly techniques.

Kelvin's dream is very simple. When he is 40 years old, he can open his own accessories workshop. Of course, before that, if he could marry an unattractive but gentle and virtuous wife, have a son and a daughter, and take care of his mother in her old age, she would be able to comfort her father, a track technician who died in an aviation accident when he was 10 years old.

However, the state-owned machinery factory established in my hometown during Marshal Li's era collapsed. Because their main customer, the Community Deep Space Mining Group, decided to order more efficient and cheaper autonomous mining devices from the Alliance, the Community government also stopped subsidizing heavy industry companies. The small factory where I worked, because it had been providing parts and maintenance services to the state-owned enterprise, of course had no choice but to close down.

The factory director waited for the bank to take away the factory buildings and equipment he had worked hard to save his whole life, and then ended his life in a small, secluded warehouse.

Kelvin lost his job and his mother became seriously ill. Kelvin could only afford the most common medical insurance, but the insurance company told himself that his level of insurance could not cover expensive genetic diagnosis and treatment.

My mother's illness lasted for three years, spending all the house and pension left by my father. When the old woman passed away in the pain of poverty and illness, Kelvin, who had nothing, walked on the street in ignorance, got on the immigration ship in a daze, and came to New Yumen Star to become a promising man. cowboy.

Yes, maybe it really has a future. Because the boss is a good person. Although he was rude and irritable, although he was full of unintelligible swear words, and although he always called himself "Akai", compared with the glamorous and well-dressed big shots in his hometown, the bank manager who took away the hard work of the old factory director, the one who took a The insurance commissioners who talk about a lot of incomprehensible clauses and the government legislators who announced the closure of state-owned enterprises in their hometowns are more humane.

more importantly……

Thinking of this, Kelvin couldn't help but turn his head and look behind him.

The woman was oiling a White Crow rifle. Her five-year-old daughter held a magazine and filled it with rounds of steel nail bullets. She said that she was originally teaching Chinese in a public school, but the man died and the school was overwhelmed by the sudden emergence of private schools, so she took her daughter to the colonies to try her luck...

Such a weak woman should be holding a book and a pen, how could she be holding a weapon.

The woman seemed to feel Kelvin's gaze, looked over and smiled.

Kelvin also wanted to smile back, but a big hand grabbed his collar and dragged him directly behind the bunker.

"Poof!" Sand and gravel flew everywhere where Kelvin was. Before he could get scared, Mr. Wang Yougui slapped him on the back of the head.

"It's a war, the little brat is dying!"

Come on, come on, it’s another dirty word that I can’t understand, but it’s really warm!

Wang Yougui ignored Kelvin, who was covering the back of his head and grinning, and said to Sergeant Youyou beside him: "Hei Wa! Will your junior officer come back for reinforcements?"

"Hei, Heiwa..." Youyou opened his mouth, thinking that this title was quite interesting, and said: "I have already informed the commander of the situation here. The rest depends on his judgment. He is a good guy, we If there is real danger, he will definitely come back.”

"Oh, I'll be back."

"But I don't want him to come back!" The big black man said again.

"Huh? Not coming back?"

"With such a scumbag, he can't even rush a hundred meters!" Having fought so many battles in the past few days, and all of them won, the black sergeant was very swollen. Of course, everyone at Depot No. 12 is actually a little bloated.

"Oh, I can't rush over..."

"I can't rush over! I can't rush over! If I rush over, I'll be the first one to go up and knock them all into small pieces!" The big black man patted the power hammer next to him.

Wang Yougui looked at Youyou doubtfully, and then at the enemies outside the valley. Based on his ten years of experience in militia training as a pacesetter, he felt that what Heiwa said was reasonable. He picked up his "mirror box" and fired a few bullets half-exploringly. Then he saw the sand people on the opposite side shrieking and retreating after leaving hundreds of human and animal corpses.

No matter how fierce a fighting nation is, it cannot withstand such casualties! Besides, they happened to be passing by and were not prepared to attack the enemy at all.

Well, it’s true that I can’t rush through! It is indeed stable here! The old man let out a sigh of relief, and then suddenly felt that he was also a hero.

And that's exactly what happened. This group of about 200 sand people was the first and last enemy everyone in the canyon encountered. This group of sand people patrols who luckily discovered the valley could not contact their commander at all. They could only wander around the increasingly chaotic battlefield and were never heard from again.

The heavy artillery of Archie Heights has begun its thirtieth round of bombardment. They burned the Great Elder's camp into a sea of ​​flames. They shelled all the warehouses and chariot barracks they could find. They also pounded the anti-aircraft gun positions within sight one by one. The police air force, which had been suppressed in the city of Tulon for several days by the army of sand people, was finally able to leave the city arrogantly.

The guard's flying vehicle actually only has a Lynx-type armored airship, which is a multi-purpose transport craft that can only fly at low altitudes. It can carry ten motorized infantry and their power armor at a time, but it must not be able to carry them. For two tanks or four infantry fighting vehicles. Its speed and maneuverability are unsatisfactory, and its armaments only include two Vulcan cannons and a hive missile launcher.

To put it bluntly, it is said to be multi-purpose, but in terms of combat power and carrying capacity, it is only two swords.

The only advantage is that it has good airworthiness and is relatively cheap.

As for the drone, of course it is not the war weapon carried by the space carrier that is armed to the teeth and can charge against the barrage, but a kind of drone that is about one meter long, with a load capacity of no more than 20 kilograms, and can only carry up to three small bombs. Or a Vulcan cannon for civilian use... Yes, this kind of Kingfisher drone is actually sold in the world after removing its weapons, and it is considered to be one of the few rare models of the Community in the international "high-end" industrial product market. Star product, mainly used for urban logistics and aerial photography.

Of course, the ground-to-air anti-aircraft guns used by the sand people are not serious high-end brands. They can be knocked out from workshops, but it is naturally not a problem to use them to suppress them.

However, these workshop products that constituted the first air defense network in the history of the sand people were turned into history one by one amidst the Tulong defenders rushing out from the front and the roar of heavy artillery behind them.

As a result, the "air force" of the police force, which had been holding back its resentment in the city for most of the day, was dispatched in full force.

Sixteen airships formed eight standard combat units, launched a fan-shaped attack formation, passed over the advancing land forces, and continuously swept away the enemy. The hive missiles are really like super-large wasps, screaming and swooping at all the sand people's barracks, tanks, or firepower points within their guidance range, and then they always make a deafening roar.

What quickly passed by the airship were one hundred and twenty Kingfisher drones from six drone command vehicles. One-third of these small flying vehicles were also equipped with Vulcan cannons, and the rest Then they were all hung with bombs—small bombs, by the standards of aircraft. In fact, this 6-kilogram, smallest aerial bomb can create a shock wave with a radius of more than ten meters as long as it hits the ground and explodes, and can create high temperature, vacuum and electromagnetic disintegration effects within this range. . Whether it is a life, a mechanical body, or even an energy body, it will all bear a huge impact.

The Kingfisher drone drove its flight speed to the extreme and flew past the sand people's military formation in just ten minutes. It tilted all the bombs down like a joy, and then circled back to the city to reload and repair, preparing to take off again. . The first round of bombing was quite successful, but all they saw was that the opponent's camp was filled with soaring flames and deep craters. Bewildered, screaming and writhing, there was an endless stream of people crying and howling. As for the drones, only three were lost. It was probably due to luck that someone slipped through the net.

Most of the sand people either died in their sleep, or they just woke up and saw the Asura Hell where their companions were being slaughtered continuously. They couldn't find weapons, comrades, or commanders. They could only stay in a daze and then die inexplicably.

"Where is Great Elder Heson? Where is Elder Heson?" The lords and chiefs could not even find their own guards and could only shout for their only hope.

"Just now, the several rounds of shelling just now were directed at the Great Elder's camp."

"Big, the great elder may have..."

"No, no, no, the great elder is an apostle of God. It is impossible for him to die! It is absolutely impossible for him to die!"

Regardless of whether these sorrows are true or false, at this time, even the most brainless lords and chiefs know that the situation is over.

Hanrat, the "King" of Montenegro City, jumped on the armored off-road vehicle he bought with a lot of money and was the first to leave the battlefield. He was the first leader of the Sand People to escape the battlefield, and of course he set an example for the rest.

This is how the total collapse of the sand people began.