"What is that!"

The impossible things that ordinary people see happen in front of them, and an abnormal fighting style that is incompatible with the wasteland style. Two electric figures dive on the slowly collapsed cement wall, like two hunting hawks, falling lightly onto the passage at the top of the dam in the glow of dawn.

"To be honest, I really like fighting very much." Su Jing took down the friendship destroyer, switched the bullet type to a simple alloy horn, and laughed loudly in the cold sunlight, "I don't know if it was affected by A Luo. Now every time I encounter such a scene, the current that longs for destruction and killing in the spine... is very charming."

"Of course." The mechanic turned his flexible wrists, and the near-future-style pistol jumped and rotated in his white palms, as if he had life. "After fighting this, you have to work again. Of course, you have to play with such a pleasant entertainment activity at will."

The two stood in the middle of the bridge, watching the soldiers of the Caesar's army surged like a flood. The two slender figures were just two small reefs in front of this wave of destruction. No one believed that the two could withstand the surging military force alone with their own strength.

"They are crazy!" Colonel Moore, who was commanding the NCR side of the military formation, exclaimed.

"No. They have overwhelmed the momentum of the legion." Adam said quietly, and he took two modified rapid-fire laser rifles from his subordinates. "Sorry, at this time, I have to stand with them."

"you?!"

"Yes." Adam touched the side of his neck with his fingers and said with a wry smile: "My blood is also burning."

He easily climbed over the cement bunker and walked forward with two laser rifles: "It's time to end the game."

"The Black Cross... are such a bunch of lunatics! I'm crazy!" Colonel Moore gritted his teeth and cursed. "Soldiers! Don't be compared by these armed civilians! You are the regular army of the New California Republic!"

Su Jing and Gai Qi easily avoided those bullets with insufficient accuracy. Their strength was only black iron level. However, their experience and vision would not decline due to the decline in strength. In their meticulous observation and high-speed operation, all the movements of all living things on the entire dam were presented in their thoughts. Su Jing smiled with his teeth. He could feel a centurion fifty meters away holding a gun and aiming at it, and he already knew that the bullet fired by the enemy's hunting rifle would fly ten centimeters away from his face.

The bullet flew past his ears without any damage, and the heat brought by the metal projectiles rubbing against the air could be felt on his face.

The two of them waited for the most elite troops of the Caesar Legion to come to their sight and enter the best killing range of the two.

Countdown, two seconds.

The soldiers who rushed to the front had experienced several battles, and Caesar's legion had fought countless wars in the East, and his qualifications were not old. However, the reason why he was able to survive the repeated life-and-death battles was because he had learned the law of war. This law was a knowledge that only those who survived could understand, that is, "death would come."

Those who grow up in the legion will understand this knowledge, and dying in a brave battle is not shameful, but a kind of honor for warriors. Cowardice is a normal physiological phenomenon in the human body when facing danger. However, members of the Caesar Legion must cross this "normal physiological phenomenon", cross the boundaries of human beings, and become bloodthirsty harvesters. This is why they can completely overwhelm the opposite ncr in morale.

The soldiers of the NCR have many choices. Even if they do not become soldiers, they can go back to their hometown to herd cattle, farm, or be a traveling merchant or bodyguard. Many of the NCR soldiers who were "exiled" to Mohavi simply violated the law and were punished by rude judges for military service. They are a group of mobs.

This is not the case with the warriors of Caesar's Legion. They had only one choice since they were born.

Become a warrior, or a slave.

Therefore, as a political system, the Caesars' Legion, which ruled almost one quarter of the United States, had no government, no parliament, no administrative system, only legions, and slaves who supported legions. The identity of civilians was like cattle and sheep grazed by the legions, and ruled by the rules of iron and fire.

Lord Lanius is the most complete crystallization of this concept.

On the battlefield, Ranius is a silent meat grinder. The giant machete carefully polished by the legion craftsman is a proof of his supreme courage. He is not like many legion warriors. He likes to use powerful battle cry to strengthen his aura when fighting. Ranius will only prove his strength with ruthless chopping and slaughtering. He pursues efficiency and is not afraid of pain. Ranius is a perfect war machine. Under the thick armor transformed by the power armor, the powerful body is covered with scars left by swords, guns and bullets. This beast accurately controls his body. Injury is like consuming physical strength for him, which is part of the battle.

This soldier once stood at the forefront of the battlefield as a young soldier. What they were going to attack was the defense of the tribes. These barbarians used old-fashioned guns, and their more deadly weapons were spears and flying knives. The teenagers in simple armor were even worse than the enemy on the other side. Most of them had only a machete made of iron. When the legion launched a charge, he heard his companions around him fall to the ground like stones. Adrenaline and fear made him forget everything until he was close to those terrified dark-skinned people, and then the weak blade cut into the disgusting touch of the skin and muscles.

The tribes were weak opponents. When he raised his head, he found that his companions around him had fallen by less than one-tenth of them. The morale of these barbarians had already collapsed when they launched a scattered and rough marksmanship. Their scattered and rough marksmanship only knocked down a few unlucky people.

"Crazy is your shield."

The instructor said this. When the bullet rushed forward, it would walk around you. Turn around and reveal your spine and they would bite you.

Indeed, he understood this in his battle with the tribes. Only with fearless momentum can he break through the opponent's defense line. The braver the more he is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is, the more he is, the spiritual defense line of life and death. They will know how stupid it is to confront the legion. Where Caesar's banner points, no one can resist the impact of this bull, and countless tribes kneel in front of this flag. These warriors stood in North America with the backs of these lower creatures as steps.

courage.

He lowered his body, and the 12.7mm-caliber submachine gun in his hand was wrapped with bandages that were not easy to slip, and his scarred hands firmly held the gun body. He trusted this weapon, as if he trusted part of his body. The large-caliber projectile was enough to kill any stubborn enemy. Those savages who were not used to armor fell like harvested wheat in the strafing of the rain of death. When the bullet penetrated the other party's soft body, he seemed to tremble with empathy and seize life. It was an addictive thing. When the enemy died, it was as if all his vitality had been sucked away by himself.

The two people who suddenly appeared were still thirty meters away from him.

Just a charge distance.

He saw the brown-haired woman looking at him with a smile on her face. This face shocked him and reminded him of a female slave who had once been a female slave. It was because in a certain conquest, after he cut off three heads, the officers rewarded him with property. He was a thirteen-year-old girl who had not been used. He liked her brown short hair very much. Of course, her face was far less delicate than the woman wearing a big-brimmed hat in front of her, and her hair was messy and a little skinny. However, it was his own woman.

Before he could exercise his ownership of her, the girl had already cut his neck with a piece of iron. He felt angry, angry at the loss of his property. He was also angry at the unruly loss of his own. Why? He obviously liked this girl a little, and he already owned her. But she wanted to leave her life in the form of death? She despised him in this resolute way, which made him feel extremely painful, and the pain brought anger. He found the girl's family, and her mother was already a shriveled and old female animal, who was knocked to the ground with his fist and smashed her head.

And her father and brother, he used sharp weapons, allowing them to scream and watch their skin be peeled off. It was as easy as peeling the skin of a two-headed cow.

One night, he suddenly had the interest to talk to a businessman for a while, and he told the other party about his life journey. After listening, the other party asked him a question: Have he ever imagined what his life would be like if he grew up in another place?

This was a little different from the awe-filled admiration he had expected, but he did think about it for a while.

In other places?

If he was a dirty tribe, he might have to be a hunter, live a life of hunting wild animals, raising cattle and sheep, and then be conquered under the iron hooves of the legion, beheaded, or become a humble slave.

"What about ncr?" the businessman asked.

He had never confronted NCR head-on at that time, only to know that the legion had encountered a somewhat troublesome opponent in the West. This enemy was different from the tribe who collapsed as soon as he rushed, and was an opponent worthy of serious treatment. He was indifferent to this enemy and only understood them as another legion with different leaders. It was not until the First Envoy was sentenced to a cruel death penalty for his failure in the battle that he began to take this enemy seriously, which only appeared in the chat.

NCR does have some differences between tribes. It’s not just that they have better equipment, better training, and more people. Caesar calls the war between tribes a “war game”, while the war of the legion is a “total war”, and this time, the opponents also seem to have a “total war”. They are more tenacious than tribes, and they are a unified group, a place with laws and disciplines. This is the same as the legion.

Discipline brings combat effectiveness.

He was so close that he could almost touch the two people, and the last fifteen meters. Whenever the line of life and death was on the verge of life and death, his brain was particularly active, and in an instant, it was like walking through his entire life.

He saw the brunette woman raise the two pistols in her hand. Her smile was so wild and her emerald-like eyes were so beautiful that he fell in love with her in an instant. For the first time in his life, his hard shell suddenly broke, and his cold heart softened at this moment. He suddenly felt that he had seen everything clearly, the heaviness and sin of his life, and the blood squeezed out as a gear in this cold machine instantly surged out in his heart.

Everything was too late, and his instant enlightenment was the only one quiet sentence left.

Everything is too late.

The roar sounded, and the split shrapnel formed a dense rain of bullets. The powerful and powerful pistol was suppressed by the master's wrist. All the members of the legion within twenty meters were beaten to pieces like broken sacks. The bullets "Harold" carrying huge kinetic energy tear apart the metal and leather like rain, causing the fragile human body torn apart. Blood splashed everywhere as if it was splashed out from his pocket. More than a dozen members of the legion lost their lives almost in an instant. A large amount of kinetic energy beat their bodies to fly away, and the broken limbs fell like raindrops in the wailing sound.

The soldier who rushed the fastest seemed to stagger when he was shot. Half of his head and helmet were cut off by shrapnel, and his body was still moving forward unyieldingly, dragging long blood marks to the girl.

"Everything is within... calculation." Gaiqi whistled and replaced the bullet. She liked the feeling of pouring out all the firepower in one breath.

The violent death trial did not overwhelm the ferrymen's ferry charge. The first envoy was behind them, and the great men were walking with them. They did not know what was going on before, and the soldiers closest to the killing did not understand what was going on. Why did the warriors rushing in the front all fell down in one breath, some people began to look for cover, while more people just charged with the advancement of inertia.

Then there was the second bomb rain.

When the mechanical warrior was thrilling to pour out his firepower, Su Jing used the armor-piercing corners to name those who were rationally looking for cover. The bunkers mixed with iron and cement were as fragile as paper in front of the alloy corners driven by electromagnetic force. Each corner can take away a life, and it is completely destroyed, and the limbs are passively torn, broken, or nailed to the wall.
Chapter completed!