My Empire

"Huh!" The roaring energy cannonball skimmed over the battlefield, directly hitting the shiny magic rune, bursting with a deafening explosion.

The fire light illuminates the night sky. An electromagnetic tank of the Ailan Hill Empire is burning next to it. There are also grenadier corpses lying in the open space next to it.

In the distance, on the guardian's position, the corpses of the sweepers lying on the ground and the remains of the burning destroyers can also be seen everywhere.

Several grenadiers carrying various weapons bowed their waists and ran quickly past the wreckage of a previously paralyzed Destroyer tank. The flames on the wreckage of the tank had been extinguished, and there were several dead sweepers on it.

"Are you ready?" A grenadier asked his comrades through the intercom in a crater that had cooled down.

"Ready!" His comrade-in-arms gave him an affirmative answer.

While answering, he had carried the bazooka on his shoulders. This was a one-time bazooka that could be thrown away after hitting it.

Through the infrared sight, the grenadier carrying the rocket launcher aimed the powerful weapon in his hand at the distant target, and pulled the trigger to fire in the next second.

The dazzling light bloomed, dragging a long thick smoke, and the rocket hit a Destroyer tank crawling forward from the side.

Then a huge explosion sounded, and the Destroyer tank had a tragic explosion. One leg was even blown out directly, and it landed far away.

"Boom!" A few grenadiers had just left the position where they had fired before, and the sweeper's attack covered the crater.

The dense energy bombs hit the vicinity of the crater and set off piles of mud smoke. The dust fell, hitting the power mechas of several grenadiers who had escaped from birth, making a weak clanging sound.

"One is coming!" A grenadier leaning on the ground, feeling the ground shaking, raised his head and said to his comrades behind him.

The comrade-in-arms nodded his head slightly, and handed the bazooka in his hand to the shooter behind him. The shooter inserted the fiber optic cable from the bazooka into his wrist, and connected the sight of the bazooka with the sight of his powered mech.

With the development of the power mech, a series of changes have taken place in the weapons of the Ailan Hill Empire. For example, the sighting device is now basically integrated into the power armor, and there is only one indicator on the weapon.

The advantage of this is that the aiming and fire control is given to the power armor that does not need to be discarded, and those missiles, rockets and weapons such as rifles do not need to be designed and installed with expensive aiming equipment.

This effectively saves costs and enhances the combat effectiveness of the troops. With the integration of various weapons and equipment, it becomes easier for individual soldiers to control weapons.

After the connection was completed, the shooter nodded slightly, and lay on the side of the crater surrounded by some corpses, and aimed the rocket at a Destroyer tank that was approaching not far away.

After that, he pulled the trigger without hesitation, and another rocket flew towards the target with lightning speed.

"Boom!" Another huge explosion sounded on the battlefield, and another Destroyer tank that was advancing was destroyed by the anti-tank team of the Ailan Hill Empire halfway.

The anti-tank squad drew more attacks this time. They had just had time to find a new bunker to jump in and escape, and dense energy shells fell around them.

A huge air wave blew the steel armor outside the sturdy power mecha, and the flying gravel hit the armor with a crackling sound.

"I was hit... Bring the extra rocket launcher... and get out of here!" The second shooter's voice came from behind the two people, and when they turned their heads, they found the last second shooter who had fallen into the crater. It's all blood.

An energy bomb hit his body and passed under his ribs. Then the shell should explode behind him, and the energy of the explosion penetrated the mecha defensive layer and pierced the internal organs of the clone soldier.

"..." Without saying much, the rifleman in charge of the cover took a bazooka with blood from his companion and hung it behind him in obscurity.

And the deputy shooter who handed out the rocket launcher, the palm of his hand dropped weakly and fell to the bottom of the crater.

The shooter knelt on one knee, drew a grenade from his waist, pulled off the insurance and pressed it under his companion, then picked up another rocket, and slightly nodded at the rifleman who was covering him. Just a moment.

The two of them jumped out of the crater while they were between the attacks, and hunched down behind the wreckage of another Destroyer tank that was still burning with a small flame.

The rain of bullets that had just stopped hit again, and several energy cannonballs hit the place they had just passed by, turning up the earth soaring.

"Tutututu!" Leaning on the wreckage of the Destroyer tank, the covering rifleman skillfully strafed, knocking down several sweepers who were approaching from the other side to the ground.

He withdrew the magazine of the electromagnetic rifle, inserted the magazine back to his waist, then removed another new magazine from the side and inserted it into the rifle: "We are surrounded!"

While he was talking, a grenade exploded on the way, and a flash of fire was fleeting.

That was the grenade that had just been pressed under the corpse and detonated because of the safety bounce off. Obviously, a sweeper turned over the corpse and was eventually disposed of with the corpse.

"Have you thought about going back?" The shooter carrying the bazooka pointed the rocket at the sweeper army who was besieging him behind him, and pulled the trigger.

"What's a joke?" He picked up his rifle and sneered at the rifleman who kept shooting in the distance, and did not stop the action.

The rocket exploded in the crowd of Sweepers, swallowing the bodies of several Sweepers. At the same time, the shooter took the last rocket hung behind the rifleman. He also didn't connect, but directly buckled the lid of the front launcher, pulled the last grenade away for safety, and threw it in.

"I'll go one step ahead!" He held the rocket launcher and strode the meteor along the way it came. Behind him, the rifleman was still shooting, without turning his head back.

"Boom!" The huge explosion blew away the approaching Sweeper. The mud hit the rifleman's armor, and he also emptied his last magazine.

Taking off the grenade from his waist and pulling on the insurance, the clone lifted his mask: "I'm here!"

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There will be more changes later, everyone can wait~~~