I’m Making Equipment In Wasteland

The progress of the times is reflected in all aspects, including the history of human warfare. From the cold-arms war between the two sides in hand-to-hand combat to the queuing shooting in the 18th century, to the positional warfare in World War I and even the multi-dimensional warfare of World War II.

Although the form is changing, its essence has not changed, but when the two parties cannot use words and interests to eliminate their conflicts, they can only use force to resolve the dispute.

The roaring Gatling machine gun was reaping lives wanton, and the soldiers on the red sickle side fell down in clusters like rice harvested in the golden autumn of October, and could no longer climb up.

Martin's performance immediately attracted the attention of the enemy, and replaced by the enemy's focus.

Jiang Liu could see clearly that some of the enemies had already taken out anti-mecha rockets.

"Martin, be careful to avoid!" Jiang Liu immediately reminded.

"receive!"

The huge mecha moved quickly under Martin's control, and the source force engine between the legs was launched, and this huge mecha quickly swept away into the distance.

Jiang Liu sighed in relief when he saw the man, and once again focused on the battlefield ahead.

Ebony roared in his hand one after another, and he was forced to shoot out an automatic rifle.

"Brother! Not leaving yet!"

Lao Wang didn't know where he came from, and he was carrying a fire-breathing machine gun in his hand, and a little smoke was scattered from the barrel of the gun.

"Helped you to repel the enemy who is walking." Jiang Liu said, knocking the trigger.

Gunshots sounded, and an enemy fell down.

Lao Wang could see clearly that Jiang Liu's shot hit the center of his eyebrows, and the distance between the two sides was almost 400 meters.

"Brother, your marksmanship is good, wait for a while to be over, brother, I invite you to drink!"

Lao Wang said half of his words and stopped abruptly, blood sprayed from his mouth, and Lao Wang covered his neck in amazement.

Just now, a bullet shot from an unknown source pierced his neck.

"Grumbling."

Old Wang grabbed Jiang Liu's cuff with one hand. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Only one pair of eyes was filled with desire for life, but gradually became hollow and muddy.

Jiang Liu silently looked at the falling Lao Wang. He had known each other for less than an hour, and now he died in front of him.

Jiang Liu wanted to speak, but he was like a throat, as if something invisible was blocking his throat.

The death of Lao Wang did not bring much impact, and the federal front had a fairly complete system in the war.

If the commander dies, the second-sequence commander is replaced, and if the second-sequence commander dies, then the third-sequence is replaced until the end. Unless it is a whole set of command system that is smashed by others, it will not be easy for a group of dragons to have no leader.

When Old Wang died, someone naturally took over this army, but compared to before, the whole army became more tragic.

The people of the red sickle are like the tide, Jiang Liu looked around and roughly estimated that there are nearly a thousand people.

In contrast, there are fewer than a hundred people in the Federation.

After Jiang Liu was silent for a moment, he leaned and hid in the trenches, shooting stray bullets above his head.

"Safia, can you request a round of air support or artillery bombing for me?" Jiang Liu said quickly.

Safia’s feedback soon came from the communication headset.

"The Federal Air Command Center is fully loaded and cannot request air support within 20 minutes."

Jiang Liu's heart sank after hearing this. Without any external support, this line of defense could not escape the fate of being occupied by the red sickle.

But Jiang Liu knows that from the overall strategic point of view, this line of defense is not critical. Even if it is lost, the Federation will have the opportunity to recapture it in the future.

But the soldiers who are still here can hardly escape their fate.

He understands the truth about being merciful not in command, but he cannot accept it for the time being.

This is a series of vivid lives, not the cold numbers.

"But I can deploy a round of mid-range artillery bombing." Safia said again.

Jiang Liu:? ? ?

Why are you an artificial intelligence gasping for words?

"The artillery bombardment is expected to arrive in one minute."

After Jiang Liu heard this, he immediately relaxed. He leaned over and picked up the fire-breathing machine gun under Lao Wang's feet, with the pitch-black muzzle facing the red sickle.

The finger taps the trigger with rhythm, the Spitfire machine gun fires one after another, and the dull gunfire ups and downs, intertwined into a special music.

Although Jiang Liu's method was burst shooting, its frequency was so high that it seemed to outsiders like a burst shooting.

One minute passed quietly.

There was a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air again behind him, and the artillery support that Safia said was arrived.

Twelve poisonous scorpion high-explosive stray bullets accurately fell among the red sickle soldiers, and countless broken shrapnel reaped the soldiers' lives on the battlefield.

Originally, nearly a thousand soldiers with red sickles were fragmented under this round of artillery fire, and most of the soldiers died tragically under this round of artillery fire, and a few survivors were also injured one after another.

"vomit!"

Jiang Liu looked back, and Angela, who was beside him, jumped out of the mecha at some unknown time, and was now lying pale and vomiting in the trenches.

It's not that Angela has never seen death, but this is the first time she has seen such a war.

The gunpowder smoke on the battlefield is gradually dissipating. Numerous large and small stumps and broken arms are everywhere. The white snow that originally covered the ground is sparse and almost invisible. The black and red mixed flesh soil is everywhere, and occasionally there is The half amputee emerged from the mud.

"vomit!"

Angela vomited again, everything she ate this morning was vomited out.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Liu hurried forward, he gently patted Angela on the back, and did not forget to take out a bottle of water from the mercury tears and hand it to Angela. ,

"It's okay, I'm used to this kind of thing."

After Jiang Liu said these words, Angela's faint look was in the eyes.

Listen, is this talking human? Is there such a comfort?

"Drink water first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ quickly enter the mecha, it's not safe outside." Jiang Liu said again.

Although the soldiers of the Red Sickle suffered a round of artillery fire, there were still more people left than the Federation.

In the last round of firefighting, only less than ten people remained active on the federal side.

On the other hand, there are at least three or four hundred people in the red sickle.

"Boss, what shall we do now?" Martin controlled the mecha to vent his firepower.

"What to do? Cold!",

Jiang Liu killed two enemies with a single shot. Although the casualties of the red sickle were large, they did not break apart. Instead, they launched a more fierce charge.

The distance between the two sides was less than 50 meters at this time, and Jiang Liu could even clearly see the hideous and young faces in front of him.

At this time, the role of white ivory was manifested. Jiang Liu pulled the trigger quite fast. In just half a minute, a dozen soldiers with red sickles fell under his muzzle, and this was just the beginning. .