StarCraft: Rise of the Fourth Scourge

"Are you over there?"

his face was slightly cold, and Li Meng looked at the entrance of the main road.

Just behind the street crossing, Lemmon heard the roar of more Riemann Ruth tank engines.

He knew that the Riemannus Tank was a huge threat to the Planetary Defense Forces.

Now the Star Defense Force lacks heavy firepower from individual to armor.

Once the Riemannus tank is allowed to join the battle, it will definitely be a one-sided slaughter.

The golden brilliance in his hand surged, and the Holy Flame Sword appeared in Li Meng's hand again.

Like a tiger descending from the mountain, Li Meng raised his sword and rushed towards the entrance of the main road.

The speed was so fast that it scared the players a lot.

The staggered feet were barely visible.

In less than ten seconds, it crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and rushed into the genestealer.

With a wave of the Holy Flame Sword in his hand, a golden electric dragon swept out.

A white-gold lightning whip of Flame was formed, sweeping through the gene stealers.

Everywhere he passed, the gene stealers who stood in front of Li Meng suddenly turned to ashes.

Psionic lightning fuses three types of Lemon, which are power and psionic flames.

The power first fused with the psionic flame and then with the psionic lightning, which made the power of the Holy Flame lightning amazing.

Those who come into contact with it will be beaten into a sub-state.

Looking at Li Meng, who is unparalleled among the gene stealers, the players only have envy in their eyes.

"I'm a demon, and I can be inmatched.

"Come on, how many levels are you, how much proficiency are you in knowledge and skills, what's the use of your little flame and lightning that is less than five meters away from the attack, oh yes, and that psionic frost that can barely freeze people, honestly use the gun."

"It's potential, potential, you know, one day we'll be like it.

"That's a long, long time later, and now it's better to be honest as cannon fodder." "

Even in battle, the players seem to be very laid-back.

After all, they are gamers, and they know that they are not really going to die.

Even if you die, it's just a matter of spending 100,000 contribution points to resurrect again.

Players are not the same as NPC soldiers.

The NPC soldier is dead, but it's really dead.

"Planetary Defense Force, forward!" Seeing

that the adults rushed all the way to the entrance of the main road, Fernand couldn't sit still.

He roared, raised his gun, and charged.

"Rush, follow me!" the

captains and company commanders followed.

Following the captains and company commanders, the Planetary Defense Force soldiers heroically launched a charge.

Looking from the sky to the square, the central front was advancing rapidly.

"Colonel Charles, the NPC army has launched a charge, what should we do, do we want to follow?"

On the left flank, Aland crawled to the side of Colonel Charles's team and asked loudly.

Charles looked up a few blocks to the left.

"No, there are still a lot of genestealers pouring out at the left few streets, if we follow the NPC, the NPC troops will definitely be flanked back and forth, hold here, and then follow after the genestealers are eliminated.

Speaking of this, Charles said speechlessly: "What kind of battle is this, there is no cover, the enemy and us hedge, is this a dream back line tactical war, and also, there is no single heavy firepower, what to do to deal with the enemy's armored units, it's really messy."

Aland, who was beside Charles, said loudly, "With that one here, there shouldn't be any need to worry about the armored unit of the genestealer."

"It doesn't need to be so loud, I can hear it.

Facing the roll of Captain Charles' eyes, Aland smiled.

"Colonel, Colonel!" At

this moment, the shouts of a certain soldier rang out on the Western Front.

It was so noisy on the battlefield that it took a while for Charles to hear it.

He followed the prestige and saw one of the soldiers crawling up.

He was half-on his knees and pointed to the west.

Charles raised his head slightly and looked to the west of the square.

At this glance, his face was stunned.

Just in the square to the west, a black figure was sweeping in.

It was a bunch of monsters, none of them looked like humans, like aliens

?" "Aland, what kind of monster is that?"

Following Colonel Charles' gaze, Aland looked west.

At this glance, his face changed slightly.

"Not good, Colonel, it's a pureblood, a genestealer pureblood.

Unable to hesitate, Aland quickly got up and bent down and rushed towards the Western Front.

"Get up, get up, quick, build a defensive line, line up, quick!" yelled, who

hurried to the western front.

The American GIs hurriedly climbed up and urgently set up a line of formations.

As soon as they stood up, long-range fire from the genestealers suddenly hit some of the soldiers.

The lightly injured let out bursts of screams, and the seriously injured directly chose to commit suicide.

But now I can't care so much.

In the midst of the haste, a line of defense appeared in the square.

There are four rows, the front row is lying on its stomach, the second row is half-kneeling, the third row is standing, and the fourth row serves as a reserve.

The front line is more than two hundred meters long.

There were more than 3,000 American GIs, and 1,000 continued to attack the left-wing gene stealers who rushed from every street corner.

The rest were lined up to meet the purebloods rushing in from the west of the square.

It's closer, it's closer....

Just in the square to the west, the black-pressed genestealer pure-bloods are approaching.

There are no less than two thousand of them.

At a glance, it is densely packed.

They ran wildly across the square at great speed, like a wave sweeping in.

"Fire, fire!" Seeing

that the distance was close enough, Aland roared and gave the order to attack.

"Bang bang!"

the automatic rifle in the hands of the American GI fired.

Long tongues of fire erupted from the muzzles of the guns, and a dense burst of gunfire swept through the square.

The flaming red bullet rain swept towards the rushing pure-bloods.

The distance of more than a mile is instantaneous.

"Snort..."

The bullet struck the pure-blood's body, and it burst into sparks and was bounced away.

The Gene Stealer has a hard carapace, and only the power of a laser rifle can effectively damage it.

The automatic rifle in the American stride has a caliber of only 7.62 mm, which is somewhat inadequate.

Genestealer pure-bloods brave a dense hail of bullets and are not slowing down in the slightest.

Aland panicked.

"Use power, martial artists use power to enchant bullets, demons, telekinesis prepare for melee combat. "

As for the mechanic, it was completely ignored by Aland.

The mechanic in the early stage was a small soldier, and it was useless.

After collecting materials and creating puppets, the mechanic has a certain combat effectiveness.

was reminded by Aland like this, the American GIs who chose the martial artist profession reacted.

There was a faint golden streamer from the automatic rifle in his hand.

The originally fiery red bullet rain instantly turned golden.

This

time, as a rain of golden bullets swept through the genestealer purebloods.

The pure-blood's carapace was instantly pierced, splattering green blood.

The momentum of the gene stealers suddenly slowed.

One, two, three, and a company endured more than a dozen bullets before the pure-bloods fell to the ground with a bang.