The Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

1093. Eliadu of Hell (Middle)

Click! The flash flashed by.

"Okay! It's over! Thank you for your hard work, Your Excellency Governor." An assistant said loudly.

The surrounding staff immediately took their positions and began to clean up.

The assistant nodded and walked over, and handed a glass of freshly squeezed fruit juice to Governor Wilhof Tarkin who had just stepped off the set, "Thanks for your hard work, Governor. Your mobilization just now was really wonderful!"

Governor Tarkin straightened his military uniform, and frowned when he saw the dust on his cuffs.

The assistant had sharp eyes, and immediately went over to help Tarkin take off his military coat, then took a clean and tidy military coat and put it on for him, and said carefully: "My lord governor, there are three more troops to rush to the battlefield. Also recorded the pre-war mobilization?"

Tarkin took a sip of his drink and said coldly: "The recording is definitely going to be recorded, but let the civil servants change the words. Just now this... um, the army in Valto City in the southern hemisphere? Huh, I have been to Valto City, It’s just a small city. In the speech just now, you actually asked me to encourage them? Don’t they know that it’s my gift that they have a mouthful of food?”

"Did you hear that! It's been changed! What is the status of the governor? It must be strong! Do you know that you are strong?"

Those civil servants who were originally well-known writers got busy one after another, and they didn't dare to show their atmosphere.

...

The capital of the planet Eliadu, the outer spaceport of Erisian City.

"Come on!!!!" The desperate soldiers of the Galactic Republic rushed to the position of the Fourth Civilization Army, wanting to recapture the spaceport that had just been occupied.

The 10,000 recruits who had just been pulled over from the rear city of Valto, but had already been terrified by the battlefield, charged forward under the pressure of the supervising team.

Their enemy really only has more than 700 robots, but their commander did not tell them that these 700 robots are all B-2 super combat robots and a few other robots! There are even 10 siege tanks to provide covering fire!

boom! boom! boom! ! ! The plasma grenades fired by the siege tanks continued to fall, setting off bursts of devastating explosions.

The B-2 battle droid stood behind cover, firing steadily from twin blasters in its arms.

The DW-1 dwarf spider combat machine lies on the ceiling, wall, and any place where there is a flat surface, pouring firepower from tricky angles.

A Destroyer robot rolled quickly, then unfolded its body, the shield system was activated, and two dual-mounted blaster machine guns fired wildly, and the soldiers of the Republic in front were killed in pieces.

Without at least half a year of rigorous training, these ordinary soldiers can't fight against the robot army at all!

Blood, once again proved this point!

Of the 10,000 recruits, at least one-third died on the way to the charge. Because of their lack of training and discipline, they barely spread out into a skirmish line, but they still didn't know how to protect themselves when charging, and their skirmish line was still too dense compared to the formal tactical requirements.

The powerful plasma grenades of the siege tanks caused huge damage to these soldiers, and when they directly attacked the buildings and fire points guarded by robots, what awaited them was ruthless strafing.

Another third of the recruits were ruthlessly massacred by the robot army after rushing into the spaceport. Most of these recruits are equipped with EE-3 blaster rifles, and some even use E-5 blaster rifles! Because in the summit held more than ten years ago in the Eliadu galaxy, a large number of security forces entered the planet, and most of the weapons they used were used by those security personnel.

And there were still a large number of B-1 combat robots joining the security force at that time, so the E-5 blaster rifles used by these robots were also preserved and given to these recruits. However, this kind of blaster rifle specially used by robots has not considered the problem of heat dissipation at all. Although it is very powerful, the body of the gun will be hot after firing a few shots, and ordinary people can't hold it at all.

Such firepower is simply not enough to pose a threat to the B-2 super combat robot! The last image many recruits see is a blaster rifle fired from their hands leaving only a black blotch on a robot that doesn't even shake.

Then, there is no more.

The last third of the recruits died on the way to escape...

That's right, after experiencing such a battlefield and such a massacre, their fear of the battlefield has completely surpassed their fear of the rear supervisory team, and they immediately dispersed, fleeing to every place they thought was safe.

But here is hell, where is it safe?

The supervisory team in the rear is still slaughtering deserters mercilessly. These people are all clone soldiers, and they are as cold-blooded as robots.

But when a plasma grenade fired by a siege tank bombarded the position of the supervising team into a crater, the scene completely got out of control.

Everyone started running, even dropping their weapons in order to run faster. Many others chose to surrender. They threw down their weapons, took out any white cloth strips they could find around them, and waved them as prisoners of war.

But what awaits them is the cold muzzle of the B-2 battle robot!

When the gunshots from the spaceport began to fade away, the robot walked out of the firing point and patrolled the battlefield with heavy steps. It was almost night, and the robots turned on their searchlights one after another. Hundreds of beams of light flashed back and forth on the battlefield, and there were sporadic gunshots from time to time.

The corpses that almost covered the entire ground were trampled on by these robots, and were trampled into balls of bloody meat sauce!

...

After the Fourth Civilization launched its landing, the defenders of Planet Eriadu have been in constant retreat.

A group of Injoli controlled the fluttering backpacks to fly quickly, and then rushed directly into a high-rise building heavily guarded by the Republic, and bursts of intensive gunshots and screams suddenly resounded. Some soldiers were even thrown directly from the windows of the building, screaming and falling.

Not long after, the entire building fell silent, and the anti-aircraft guns on the top of the building stopped working, and a green smoke bomb exploded next to the anti-aircraft guns. The green smoke tells the air force of the Fourth Civilization that this place is under control, don't bomb it by mistake.

The reason why such a primitive method is used is because the Injoli in the fighting state simply don't care about the communicator. Instead of letting them report the coordinates and safety in the communication, it is better to tell them to throw a green grenade on the turret after killing everyone.

That way they can at least understand.

In a factory area, the Republic soldiers defending here were suddenly attacked. The sentry towers and soldiers guarding the periphery were killed by precise firepower almost at the same time!

Then in the darkness, countless black shadows came in.

Kali people!

They moved silently in the darkness, reaping the fearful soldiers of the Republic like death.