Steel steam and flame

Various parts spattered away instantly, and steam leaked from the two deformed heavy equipment along the broken pipes, surrounding them and wrapping them tightly.

The captain man yelled out, but that didn't stop anything from happening. Cassia's initial stick changed the shape of his waist. The red copper pipes were crushed a lot and the body was deformed. He couldn't get out of the reinstallation at all. He stood up now, relying more on his own strength to drive, and the blocked steam power system became an auxiliary.

The "buzzing" sound of the hydraulic motor came from its chest, and a large amount of hydraulic oil was sprayed out from the gap in the form of mist by high pressure. Between the gaps in the welded armor of the whole body, the rich steam was like solid water, gushing over and falling down. At this time, the captain popped open the entire heavily armored head, revealing a sweaty head. The bright red cross pupils began to burn.

As if to retaliate, Cassia turned on the rejection reaction at this time. On the bloody cross pupils, the pupils were opened by force, and the size was nearly three times the size of the captain's man.

Cassia held the piston rod with both hands and used it as a spear. He leveled it steadily and pointed it at the angry enemy in front of him.

The six-barreled heavy machine gun was spinning at this moment, and the bullets mixed with tracer bullets turned the ballistic lines into flowing bright lines, heading towards Cassia in clusters.

Just by gently changing the tilt angle of the piston rod with your hands, all heavy machine gun bullets were completely blocked by the front end of the piston rod. At this moment, Cassia hugged the piston rod and rushed forward. After the front end was completely embedded, bullets began to spatter in all directions. In the sparks of friction, the distance of less than twenty or thirty meters was crossed by Cassia in one breath, and the captain man seemed to understand that after being restricted by wearing heavy equipment, there was no possibility of competing with the enemy in flexibility.

The moment the piston rod reached his eyes, he released the launch button of the heavy machine gun and placed it horizontally in front of the piston rod. The chain saw on the other mechanical arm made a "boom" sound, even if it was out of reach. , but he still struck hard in Cassia's direction.

"Zizzizi..." The alloy stick as thick as an adult's waist hit the heavy equipment without any accident. The chain saw naturally chopped into the air and chopped on the smooth surface of the piston rod. It was eaten immediately and splashed like a waterfall. Burning sparks. The power of the heavy equipment was fully turned on by the captain man, and the hydraulic oil was sprayed out by high pressure in an instant. The gaps in the armor became vents, and steam was sprayed out and surrounded.

I thought that after blocking the first wave of impact caused by the huge piston rod inertia, I could still push back with the assistance of strength and steam power. However, after reinstalling and retreating a few steps involuntarily, several internal safety valves simultaneously made a pressure relief sound of high pressure and overload. The yelling of the captain man had no real effect, and the sound of the safety relief valve began to sound regularly, and after one or two breaths, it became one. The heavy equipment's retreat quickly accelerated. When the captain realized that he could no longer retreat, he realized that at some point, he had been pressed against a load-bearing steel column in the repair shop area with the heavy equipment.

With no other option left, the captain of the man vented his anger by roaring. He focused all his power on the chainsaw, and the sizzling sound quickly drowned out his roar. In the splashing sparks, the chain saw was completely eaten into the piston rod. Along with the flying parts and fragments, the chain full of sharp blades was broken red, leaving only the small steam engine that drove it to rotate at extremely high speeds. It was still doing useless work. empty sound.

The piston rod continued to move forward at this time, pressing the entire heavy equipment. The captain felt the slowly increasing pressure on his body. The armor was deforming, and cracks appeared in the welded parts. Unable to move the only movable mechanical arm, the man violently struck the huge piston rod that was supporting him.

He saw that the enemy was suppressing him so that he could not move with only one hand. He seemed to have figured out something in an instant and stopped resisting.

"Who are you?" The man completely lost his motivation and asked as his enemy pulled out a revolver and pointed it at his head.

"An ordinary person similar to you, just like you now, is still struggling violently." Cassia said, and then pulled the trigger. The piston rod then fell heavily, and the man and the heavy equipment were half leaning on the steel support beam, motionless. There seemed to be a warning sound not far away. After Cassia carefully captured it, he took a look around and then left.

Soon, this place will be taken over by the security department of the Chil Kingdom, and everything that happens will reach the ears of many people in a short period of time. There were less than ten targets left, and he wanted to clear them out as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Now when I do these things, I rarely ask about the right or wrong and the reasons. Many times, no one party is absolutely wrong. If you sort it out carefully, it is more about the different stances you take at this moment. Differences will produce differences, differences will cause conflicts among a small number of people, and conflicts will give birth to fights. It's just that among surgeons, the chances of fighting due to differences are much higher.

On the morning of the next day, Cassia changed into clean clothes in the alley before walking to the street. In the early morning, pedestrians seemed to be in a hurry, and the oppressive feeling of internal war had already reached them. Various news about internal conflicts are reported in newspapers every day in a timely manner. In some areas where the two parties interact, battles that occur from time to time are the focus of news reports.

New refugees are born every day, and they immediately flock to areas in the rear such as Miklos. Most of the fighting areas were in ruins. After all, this internal war had been going on for a long time.

I read these newspapers while eating food in the park. Then Cassia threw them into the trash can and returned to his residence. There are reports on the death of the target, but they are quite different from Cassia's personal experience. Literary workers processed them and guided them towards the rebel forces with various edges and vague words.

It's easy to believe that in this atmosphere, what Cassia does seems to be an invisible boost to the king's forces. At least the results of the observations are in a good direction, in terms of the king's power.

Mainstream? Or is it an application of information and psychological analysis? Cassia can't say judgment, so there is no way to draw reasonable conclusions. But for most people, at least for now, these are harmless, if not beneficial.

Returning to the small building where he lived, Cassia informed Waters of the incident. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Hessler came to live in Cassia with his simple luggage and the long gun that he almost never left.

As for what those weapons suppliers would think and what the king's forces would think, both of them were waiting for the results of Waters' investigation.

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"It's been a while since something happened to you. I thought I would get in touch with you as soon as possible."

"It's too tight, and mobile communications are restricted. It's no longer easy to send news to you, sir." A sighing tone, a tired voice.