"MMP! You're a little too green to fight with me!" But it's a pity that he can't be handsome for more than three seconds.

The idea that had been brewing for a while was only half-way through when three or five more mutants jumped across the mud and rushed in front of him.

He calmly raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger, but when he heard a click, the model worker's eyebrows jumped sharply. He immediately dropped the bolter and pulled out the logging ax hanging on the exoskeleton.

Almost at the same time as he swung the axe, the mutant closest to him had already reached in front of him with a long and thick chain saw.

There is a trace of blood on the metal-covered skull, and the twisted face is full of ferocious colors. This guy is still an elite monster - a prosthetic mutant!

He turned sideways to avoid the roaring fatal blow, and moved forward deftly, leaning against the chain saw that was digging into the soil. He lifted the ax in his hand from bottom to top, and chopped it fiercely.

That mutant flank.

From the touch on his palm, he could feel the shock of flesh and bone being separated. This blow could at least break several of the guy's lung tubes.

"Roar-!"

After all, it was the mutant's resilience that caused the green-skinned animal with tangled muscles to roar in pain, and its wide-eyed eyes almost oozed blood.

The muscles in its body swelled to the limit, and it struggled to pull up the chain saw that was on the ground, and threw the creaking chain towards the human soldier beside it.

However, this second fatal blow was still avoided by the cunning guy.

"Is that okay? Brother."

The rolled chain made a grinding sound against the shoulder armor. Although he was frightened and had a cold sweat on his neck, the Voldemort Model still sneered.

Regardless of whether the mutant understood or not, he pulled out an explosive bomb and hit the metal buckle on the guy's chest, and then struck it with an axe.

The moment the blunt tip hit the primer, explosive smoke spurted out, followed by dazzling sparks spreading from the tail of the explosive bomb.

The mutant staggered back a step, reaching out to pull out the hot explosive bomb nailed to his chest. Instead, he stepped on the body that had fallen not long ago, and lost his balance and rolled backwards.

He also lost his last chance to survive.

"boom!"

The hot metal jet penetrated his chest and came out from his scar-covered back, pushing his strong body upwards and twitching.

Wiping the blood on his helmet, the Voluntary Worker was about to take a breath, when he saw another burly and majestic mutant rushing in front of him.

This time it’s another guy who is welding a gun barrel with one hand and carrying a mace with the other. The prosthetic bodies on these animals are not the same!

"Oh my god...how many more of these animals are there!?"

The ax cut off the barrel of the gun that was hitting his chest, and the model worker who received a hammer on his shoulder grunted, cursed in the communication channel, and then retaliated with a fierce axe.

We've exploded several times, why are there so many?! The team's voice came from the communication channel.

"The mission briefing said five hundred to six hundred."

Listening to the noisy sound, you can guess the intensity of the battle.

Looking at the green head flying out, the voluptuous worker threw away the greasy ax and picked up the mace dropped by the elite monster.

"Are you sure it's only five or six hundred?!"

A rustling sound echoed in the communication channel.

“…..

.No matter how much he has left, he is done with his mother-in-law!"

really.

Who cares how many more there are.

The model worker, who gradually gained consciousness in this bloody atmosphere, gradually gained some feeling, and his expression became ferocious.

If the opportunity is rare, just kill it! "Copy that!"

The sound of gunfire in the wilderness is almost inaudible, but at a face-to-face distance, axes, hammers and chain saws are more useful.

For mutants with extremely tenacious vitality, a half-finger-wide bayonet looks like a toy, and may not be as hard as their bones.

And even if their stomachs are cut open, even if their intestines fall outside, they can still fight with the clubs in their hands. Only by completely smashing their skulls or poking a hole through their chests can they be truly killed.

die!

And the same is true for Alliance soldiers who are armed to the teeth with exoskeletons. Puncture damage from sharp objects and rifles cannot break through the "iron wall" heavy exoskeleton defense.

Even an overloaded shotgun can only kill them with one hit if it hits the head. If it is a general-caliber rifle, its armor can only be broken due to metal fatigue through continuous shooting.

This procrastinating style of play is obviously not the style of this group of mutants. Coincidentally, the tough men of the Jungle Corps are not interested in flying kites and shooting at them at the same time.

Therefore, both sides unanimously chose to use fists and physical combat to determine the outcome, and fought together in the most primitive way.

The chaotic battle situation is like a rolling meat grinder, mercilessly swallowing up the living lives and spitting out the broken flesh.

Kuru's expression was ferocious at first, then crazy. Finally, when he killed the second Alliance soldier, his crazy expression uncontrollably turned into confusion and panic.

No matter in terms of numbers or strength, it was obvious that their side had the advantage, but the brothers who rushed forward were knocked down one after another.

Obviously hand-to-hand combat is their home field!

This was supposed to be their hunt! These guys…

Is it really human?

When the hot blood sprayed on his body and was licked into his mouth, he could be sure that the animals in front of him were those weak guys.

But when he saw that the soldier whose armor he had cut open with a chain saw not only did not run away, but instead rushed towards him with a ferocious expression on the face of the roaring chain saw, Kuru was completely stunned.

On this ever-changing battlefield, any distraction could be fatal, and he soon paid the price for his confusion.

The shock wave of the explosion blew up his chain saw, and the broken steel debris and pieces of flesh hit his chest.

"ah!"

Kulu let out a roar of pain and took two steps back. Looking at the fragment stuck in his arm, he pulled it out and threw it away in anger.

If Torch's experts hadn't helped him strengthen the structure of his prosthetic body, this alone would have been enough to make him incapacitated.

Supporting his body with an ax gun, Kulu staggered up from the ground. He was as strong as a two-headed cow, but the steps he took forward were like a stumbling donkey.

These people are crazy. No-

They are not human at all.

But something else in human skin!

There was no way those weak two-legged animals could be so capable of fighting. These guys were simply more like beasts than themselves...than themselves! The sound of fighting began to weaken.

It wasn't that the enemies standing in front of him were exhausted, but that more and more mutants fell in front of those steel bodies.

It usually takes three to four of them to kill an Alliance soldier wearing an exoskeleton.

And this is already the best case scenario.

The reality is that when three Alliance soldiers form a team and support each other with the other two teams, they often lose more than a dozen lives without being able to chew off a single head.

Even in the melee, those people still maintained the minimum teamwork, and while they were killing like crazy, they were still thinking about the team next to them.

friend.

This is something Kulu cannot understand!

However, although he was full of hesitation, there was one thing he was sure of - if he continued to fight like this, the entire army would be annihilated sooner or later!

His hungry wolf-like eyes searched the battlefield, and soon he saw that distinctive figure in the looming fog.

The black tower-like steel body stood in the center of the battlefield, like an insurmountable high wall.

More than a dozen soldiers fell in front of him, and the chain saw embedded in his left arm was still swinging non-stop, chopping off heads as skillfully as chopping down a tree.

The flying plasma turned the man into a bloody man, covered in scarlet from head to toe, like a living flag.

Although the guy denied that he was a manager, he was undoubtedly the leader of this group of humans.

"Haha, completely crazy!"

He seemed to be shouting something excitedly.

However, Kuru couldn't hear clearly, let alone understood. He only felt that the surrounding Alliance soldiers seemed to be inspired by the roar.

Kulu's eyes gradually became dangerous, staring straight at the man, and picked up a chain saw that could still turn from the ground.

Just kill that guy...

These people will surely collapse and run away!

Coincidentally, the man seemed to notice his gaze, and the man also looked over to him, showing a cruel smile through his helmet that was stuck with blood.

Kulu couldn't see his smile, but the moment he was stared at by those eyes, his heart couldn't help but tremble, and the humiliating anger immediately came into his heart.

He was a named warrior, but he was actually frightened by the food on the plate!

"Go to hell!"

He roared filial piety and rushed over.

When the man saw this, he did not dodge. He proudly raised the chain saw welded to his left arm and rushed towards him with a roar.

"Crazy!" "Totally crazy!"
To be continued...