Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 182 Old Photos That Belong to Us

For some mechs, death is just a short sleep.

High-level mechanical creatures, every month, will upload their own consciousness data to the headquarters to prevent various accidents.

One death only means they lose a month's worth of data.

Therefore, in this mission request, it is written [to kill An Lan once], not to kill An Lan completely.

And the mechanical soldiers below who are fighting against the members of the North Wind Organization are not qualified to back up data. If they die, they are really dead. More soldiers can be produced in batches in the factory of the mechanical tribe.

"boom!"

Su Xia fired a small-caliber special bullet, which successfully hit An Lan who was fleeing, creating a gap in his body.

An Lan was unstable, swayed a few times, and almost fell on the spot.

After repeated battles and accelerated routs, the remaining energy in his body was running out, and it was only a matter of time before he was caught up.

Instead of fleeing, he turned around and rushed towards Su Xia, starting the self-destruction program.

"North Wind, we will have a period in the future!"

He roared and roared, and his body burst open in the air close to Su Xia, causing a shock wave of terror visible to the naked eye.

Countless burning metal fragments fell from the sky, like a beautiful rain of fire.

Su Xia activated the psychic shield and did not receive too much impact.

"An Lan, there will be an appointment in the future."

Su Xia breathed a sigh of relief, a lot more relaxed.

An Lan was the first 4th-level creature he encountered in this world. He was so high up in the beginning, but now he was forced to blow himself up.

After the battle, his mecha was not damaged much, but the ammunition was basically used up, and he needed to go back to Boss Shu to replenish it. On the whole, it was much easier than the last battle with the fourth-level Zerg.

……

In the outskirts of Coral City, which is very far away from here, the huge triangular mechanical creation suddenly stopped. After a while, it turned its direction and returned to the city at a relatively fast speed.

In the mechanical family base, all the mechanical creatures are waiting, and even their daily work has been temporarily put down.

After seeing the giant triangular mechanical creation, countless deep sighs came from the base.

"Hey, Lord An Lan has been defeated, and the firepower of the resistance army is not weak."

"Not even a bit of coordinate information was sent back to the base, which means that Lord Anlan was completely destroyed. Please inform Lord Yu Tuo."

"I have received a coordinate here."

One of the square box-shaped robots suddenly opened and connected itself to the projection system inside the base.

Soon, a huge light blue three-dimensional projection map appeared in front of many mechanical creatures.

This is exactly the wilderness map between Coral City and Ruined City. All the roads are marked with dark blue curves, and on one of the roads, a red dot is flashing.

"The one who sent me the coordinate information was an F-3 combat robot. I searched the database to find the corresponding number. It is the most trusted subordinate of Lord Anlan."

"The guy who likes to think?"

"Yes, it's him, he's not dead yet, shouldn't there be only half of his head left?"

"..."

All living things remember the night Commander Northwind escaped from the laboratory.

Thinkers with only half of their heads left have been the talk of many creatures in the base for a long time.

"Let all the scouts out, look for the fragments of Lord Anlan, and hope that those damn rebels won't do anything to the fragments of Lord Anlan."

In the base, the mechanical creature in charge of the temporary command spoke up.

It didn't take long for countless flying mechanical units to leave the base and quickly head to the valley where the battle took place.

These flying units are all dual-form mechanical warriors, which can change back and forth between the combat form and the biological form, and have a simulation function on the outside.

When the residents of Ruin Jia City heard the sound, they raised their heads and saw countless bionic mechanical birds streaking across the sky.

"Something happened."

"Isn't there going to be another war?"

Since the end of the war, Waste Armor City has never sent so many scouts at one time.

Everyone realizes that there may be news that will shake the entire scrap city and even the entire southwest region in the near future.

……

At this moment, in the valley.

All the Mechanic soldiers who were ready to attack the artillery position were destroyed, not a single one was missed.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, most of the valley was burning, the air was mixed with the smell of various scorched objects, and there were craters and debris everywhere.

Above the valley, the official losses of the Boreal Group are small, and players have proved their worth through repeated deaths.

"Go down and see, there are still people who are not dead."

They headed into the valley below, keeping vigilance, watching for possible attacks at any time.

It's true that there are still people who are not dead, but they are all wounded.

Of the more than 50 researchers, only a dozen died in the previous rounds of artillery coverage.

Half of someone's body was pressed under the rolling boulder, and the ground was stained with blood.

"Ah... ah... Mom, Mom..."

He cried out in pain, tears and snot on his face, and cried out to his mother in pain and despair.

Others were lucky, and they were lightly injured. They hid in the crater and shivered, thinking in their hearts that "cannonballs don't fall in the same crater".

And among the more than 100 human soldiers, only a dozen are still alive, and most of the dead are not even complete.

Holding their weapons, they hid behind countless stones, and everyone's face was extremely pale.

"Don't shoot!"

Suddenly someone shouted, and a white flag torn from clothes and fabric was stretched out from behind the stone.

When the wind blew, the tattered white flag fluttered to and fro, looking comical and ridiculous.

"Don't shoot, everyone is a human race!"

"We can't kill each other!"

"We surrender..."

From behind the pile of stones came the sound of sound, and several more comical white flags were raised.

The confidence of these soldiers had been smashed to pieces by countless artillery fire, and they didn't even have the courage to resist. Some were even scared to the point of incontinence.

Almost all of them joined the abandoned city as soldiers after the end of the war between the two tribes. They had never experienced a major war at all. It's all tailwind.

In this tragic attack, even the enemy could not see where, and the friends beside him died one by one, and most of them collapsed.

"We don't want to either. We just eat for the sake of eating. If we don't become soldiers, we can't even get enough to eat..."

They hid behind stones and begged bitterly.

But Mo Zheng and others saw the corpses of the rest of the soldiers on the ground and recognized the familiar badge on the corpse.

The soldiers here also participated in the last siege against the North Wind Organization.

"It's you!" Mo Zheng charged with anger, "You killed my friends, slaughtered my compatriots, and want me to let you go?"

"No... we were forced..."

"Take up your weapons and die like a warrior!"

Mo Zheng roared, he still remembers the grinning look of those damn soldiers.

At that time, he was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and he could only watch the people beside him being slaughtered one by one.

Cheng Ping'an was worried that it would take too long to cause an accident, and immediately waved to everyone: "Go! Kill them!"

"Yes!"

A group of players rushed to the front, and the rest of the old North Wind Organization also started.

It didn't take long for all the remaining soldiers to die begging for mercy and wailing in agony.

Then came the researchers who were still alive. After everyone cleaned up, these guys were all killed and none of them survived.

Cheng Ping'an asked everyone to check carefully. As long as the corpse is still intact, the head has been shot twice, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

Those mechanical soldiers were not spared either.

Cheng Ping'an instructed seriously: "Check carefully, the life of the robot is very tenacious, and only one head can survive."

After the artillery fire, more than 20 mechanical soldiers were crippled and unable to climb up the valley to join the battle, so they stayed in the valley.

They were the last group that still threatened, and now they have all been eliminated one by one.

The last mechanic soldier only had a small half of his body, and climbed up the hillside from the bottom of the valley little by little, as if he wanted to catch a glimpse of today's dawn.

But the blue light didn't give him that chance, shattering his head at the last moment.

"Crack!"

Blu-ray took out a special psionic weapon and cut off the head of the broken head.

He took a deep breath and walked up the valley, holding it high.

Pale blue psionic solution flowed down his arm, and the gust of wind over the valley made his robes rattle, and he shouted: "It's over, we've won!"

Perhaps he was commanding artillery positions for a long time, and his throat was overused, causing his voice to be hoarse.

But his voice was still sent into the entire valley, echoing in the valley for a long time.

"we won!"

"Haha, I won!"

"..."

At this moment, the cheers of victory resounded throughout the valley.

The members of the North Wind Organization shouted in exhaustion and pain, and even players who did not belong to this world were excited, hugging each other, and celebrating this difficult victory.

Mo Zheng, Mo Zhan and the others had red eyes, thinking of the compatriots who died in the battle that night, they couldn't help, and tears rolled down their cheeks.

"We avenged you..."

Little Liu An, who was not yet an adult, also wiped away tears, held high the banner of the North Wind Organization, and waved it vigorously on the battlefield of blood and fire.

Su Xia came back with a few pieces of Anlan that were barely complete, and some broken Mechanic heads, among which was a thinker with only half of his head left.

"Crack!"

He used a hard metal rod to pass through the thinker, then passed through several metal fragments of An Lan and the rest of the mechanical head, and then tied the metal rod to a long wooden pole.

During this process, the thinker shouted in shame and suffocation, asking Su Xia to give him a good one.

"Kill me...kill me..."

But Su Xia didn't respond at all, just took the wooden pole, poked it sharply, and inserted it into the gap between the rocks above the valley.

He took the flag of the North Wind Organization from Liu An's hand, put it aside as well, and then called everyone over to take a group photo.

"Come up, leave a souvenir and leave, the scouts of the mechanical clan should come over."

Su Xia asked other members to get an ordinary jetpack, then tied the camera to it, set the countdown, and remotely controlled it to fly over the valley ahead.

The dawn on the horizon was as red as it had been stained with blood.

Everyone stood above the valley, with the bloody dawn as the background, and the thick smoke billowing around them.

Although many people's equipment was smashed, their bodies were bruised, their faces were stained, and their bodies were covered in blood, they still laughed happily.

The tall black mecha stood in the center of everyone, carrying a giant mechanical gun separated from the body, which was very dazzling in the morning light.

Su Xia was at the forefront, Cheng Ping'an and Blu-ray were on his left, and Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan were on his right.

The flag behind them fluttered in the wind, and next to the flag was a string of oblique heads of the mechanic.

"Crack!"

The camera flashed, freezing everyone and everything in the photo.

This is the first group photo of the New North Wind Organization since its establishment.

There may be countless wars in the future, and the people in the photos will leave one by one, but as long as the human race is not destroyed, their figures today will be remembered forever by future generations until the end of time.

(End of this chapter)