Manual of Space-Time Interference

This road may be the longest road that Dialect has traveled in his life.

The sound seemed to be blocked for a short period of time, and then returned to his ears. At that moment, he seemed to be able to clearly hear his heartbeat and breathing, and felt his biceps twitch when he waved his arms. The feeling of driving the forearm to exert force...

"Heavenly, destroy it first!"

Zhao Cheng roared as he ran, constantly dodging with the help of the car beside him, the two aircraft in the sky were exposing their cold muzzles, and they turned in another direction and pointed at them.

"Boom!"

A miniature missile exploded beside him, and Fang Yan's body that was just about to lean out shrank back, leaning tightly against the stone pier behind him.

Here, it is less than ten meters away from the store door behind, facing the mechanical reptiles on the two roads, there are a total of 4, and the other direction, because of the angle of view, is not clear.

8 machine guns are firing continuously, but in fact, due to the obstruction of many obstacles on the street, there is no threat from aerial vehicles.

The rate of fire of the 6-barrel Gatling machine gun is too terrifying. Two aircraft means two machine guns. These seemingly thin car wrecks appear to be broken in front of them. Facing the hovering aircraft in the sky, the three dodging on the ground. people, at a glance.

"I can't shoot, the gun is too long!" Guo Zhu shouted loudly. Although the anti-equipment sniper rifle is powerful, at the same time, the long gun body also caused inconvenience to use.

"Bang! Bang!"

Dialect stretched out his rifle and continuously fired at the aircraft above. At the same time, Zhao Cheng also aimed at another aircraft and pulled his index finger. Compared to Dialect's quick shot, he directly pressed his index finger on the air. on the trigger.

"Under attack! Under attack!"

The CPU in the aircraft began to continuously calculate the escape route, swaying left and right, but could not get rid of the dialect lock.

I don't know why, maybe it was related to the war he had already experienced, or the oppression of death. This critical situation made him more calm, just like he killed the Japanese soldier for the first time.

The bullets whizzed past from both sides, and the explosion sounded incessantly next to them, causing gravel to hit the three of them continuously. The mechanical reptiles were constantly approaching, and the obstacles on the street were crossed one by one.

"The body is damaged, the body is damaged!"

The red light in the camera kept flashing, and the aircraft that Dialect was aiming at began to emit black smoke, staggeringly fell from the air and fell to the ground.

"Da! Da! Da! Da!"

Although the other aircraft was also swaying from side to side, it was also aimed at Zhao Cheng's direction. The bullets continuously bombarded the wreckage of the car where Zhao Cheng was hiding, forcing him to retract his body.

The bullet passed through the thin iron sheet of the car, was blocked by the next layer of iron sheet, and finally stuck on it weakly. The wreckage began to groan, as if it could no longer bear it.

"Crack!"

Dialect instantly removed the clip that was nearly empty, then quickly put a new clip on, extended the gun head, and aimed at the aircraft that was still firing.

"Threat Level: Medium, promoted to the first cleanup target!"

The camera of the aircraft flickered, and then the bullet instantly hit the dialect.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sound of the bullet hitting the metal was clear and pleasant, and the dialect instantly shrank back and glanced at Zhao Cheng next to him.

He didn't know whether to be grateful for the quality of the car in 1952, or to complain about the quality of the steel in 1952, because the rifle in his hand was really too low in lethality to aircraft.

"boom!"

A loud bang, which even overwhelmed the roar of the six-pipe Gatling, began to hover over the city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several loud explosions followed, and Dialect hugged his head and shrank his body tightly, and the wreckage of the car behind him began to shake.

The recoil force directly hit Guo Zhu to the ground. The anti-equipment sniper rifle was originally designed to destroy military equipment and materials. With great power, the recoil force also increased accordingly. Although the unsupported design is convenient for hand-held shooting, it is only not enough. A standard half-squat can't counteract this recoil.

"Run, Dialect!" Zhao Cheng roared and ran towards the front. The current situation could not leave a single pause. The surrounding mechanical reptiles were constantly approaching, forming a final enclosure for them.

Fire will reduce part of the speed of the crawler, and aiming will also reduce part of it. The road ahead is also blocked by a large number of obstacles, but at the same time, the short distance of a few hundred meters between the two is constantly getting closer.

There was no response. Dialect held the gun, crouched down to the height of the car, and ran quickly to the front.

The bullet passed over the top of his head, leaving streaks of dazzling light on the cornea. Beside him, the sound of explosions continued to sound, and the air waves also prevented him from taking a step forward.

Hiding behind a car again, Dialect took two breaths and glanced around. He had approached the former battlefield in the center of the road—the sandbag fortification.

Maybe luckily, I thought I would be sniped from four directions, but now there are only three.

But at the same time, the bullets whistling from three directions began to stagger above, and the dialect even had a feeling that two bullets would definitely collide~www.wuxiaspot.com~, then deformed, and finally deflected to one side.

The wreckage of the car surrounded the sandbag fortifications in the center of the road in a circle, and the dialect arched again and ran towards the sandbag.

"Boom! Boom!"

A series of explosions sounded, sand and stones hit Diaoyan's face, and the pain began to come. He rushed to the broken sandbag position, those sandbags that had been dyed red with blood.

"How to do!"

Zhao Cheng and Guo Zhu also rushed in, and Dialect asked Zhao Cheng. Further ahead, there was a relatively empty square with almost no obstacles.

"Knock off one direction first!"

Zhao Cheng looked around and roared, his face also showing a ferocious look, "Grandma's, the clay figurine also has three points of anger, so you really think I am easy to bully."

"it is good!"

Dialect replied, without saying a word, he took a deep breath, and slowly, he stretched out the gun head.

"Puff puff!"

A few bullets hit the sandbag that he was sticking to, and Dialect's head that had just stretched out slightly retracted, putting his hand on top of his head to block the yellow sand that shot out.

"separate!"

Looking at this situation, Zhao Cheng shouted, "Guo Zhu, go find a place and put your gun up, you have the most lethality!"

"it is good!"

Guo Zhu hugged the gun, followed one direction, squatted, and ran to the place he imagined.

"Dialect, you and I attract firepower, pay attention to safety!"

Zhao Cheng shouted at the dialect and ran in the other direction.

Dialect took another breath, waited for a small gap, and quickly extended the barrel of the gun...

The clay figurine also has three points of anger, but I don't know if these mechanical reptiles can withstand these three points...