Doomsday Totem

Chapter 598 Red Mist
Three hours later, Tie Slag was looking at the tactical map, thinking about which theater to head for, when a set of communication signals came in.

On the big screen of the command vehicle, a mercenary in a light blue military uniform appeared.As soon as he got connected, he announced in an orderly tone: "We are the Thunderbird Legion. We have locked on the [-] highland and are about to attack the Aishan tribe. According to the usual practice, anyone who has nothing to do with it, please leave the combat area within ten kilometers quickly, otherwise everything will be destroyed." You pay the consequences."

Although the other party's wording was very impolite, Tie Slag still maintained considerable restraint and asked Mu Qianhe to reply to them, agreeing to evacuate.Among the mercenaries, in order to avoid vicious robbing of military exploits, when one side decides to attack, it has the right to ask the other side to withdraw.

Subsequently, the Quartet coalition forces moved to the No. 63 theater.During this period, Iron Slag put on the power armor, flew to a low mountain five kilometers away from the Aishan tribe, and observed the battlefield with a telescope.He wanted to see with his own eyes what kind of tactics the Thunderbirds were planning to adopt, and how the Eltas fought.

About half an hour later, snow and fog billowed on the horizon, and a large number of mechas, vehicles, and marines appeared in Iron Slag's sight.I saw them lined up, stretching for several kilometers, advancing at full speed towards the Aishan tribe, with a scale of more than [-] people by visual estimation.

They adopted the most conventional scattered formation, surrounded by the high ground with an arc-shaped front.The tactics used are simpler and more rude than the bearded man.Perhaps, they relied on the large number of people and wanted to flatten each other directly.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Arcs of light flew out from the top of the mountain, and with a subtle sound of piercing through the air, they fell into the Thunderbird Army's position. Immediately, thunder flashed everywhere and roared, causing them to turn their backs on their backs, and their flesh and blood flew everywhere.

One by one, the mechanical legs were retracted in a thunderous manner, the body sank, and then the turret was rotated to return fire.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In an instant, hundreds of shells exploded on the mountain, and snow springs rose into the sky. The scene was very spectacular.Looking from a distance, the Thunderbird Legion has at least [-] Thunderfires, divided into several teams, separated by more than a hundred meters.The marines were divided into five rows, separated by more than [-] meters, advancing layer by layer.

This formation may seem simple, but it is highly targeted. It can not only disperse the firepower of Stormpike, but also maintain a tight enough formation to avoid being broken by air forces.

Half a minute later, under the bombardment of artillery fire, the demons threw their thunder spears at the mech position.I saw streaks of blue light falling, and a dull, thunderous explosion erupted.Some of the thunderfires were directly hit, and were blown to pieces on the spot, while most of them were left sideways and needed to be re-fixed.

However, the scene looks spectacular, but the actual loss is not much.

A few minutes later, the Thunderbird Legion's first battle line pushed down to the foot of the mountain, and the wolf and flamingo mechas began to go up the mountain, and the soldiers followed behind the mechas, advancing layer by layer.

But at this moment, a long horn sounded suddenly from the top of the mountain.

"Ugh..."

As if echoing, there was a piercing bird call at the foot of the low mountain in front of Iron Slag.

"Quack quack!"

The voice was like a crow, loud and hoarse, very unpleasant.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow shook off the snow on its body, flapped its six or seven meter long fleshy wings, and soared into the air.It was just dawn at this time, and the morning sun sprinkled on their dark green skin, reflecting a greasy luster.These are the scaleless flying dragons of the Demon Race. Their skin will ooze mucus, and most of them will slide away when bullets hit them.

Their mouths are pointed and long, with fine and sharp teeth, shining coldly like a hacksaw.The jaws are covered with leather ropes, and a demon warrior is riding on each body, and the body is fixed with a belt and an iron buckle.The warrior is wearing a leather jacket, with a bunch of flying spears slung across his back, holding the reins in his hands, and some white lines are painted on his face and chest.

Taking a closer look, there are many bottles and jars hanging around their waists, some of which are light blue, some are bright red, and some are light yellow.Some of these medicines replenish spiritual energy, some replenish physical strength, and some stimulate potential.

I didn't expect them to hide here, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

"Puff puff……"

With the flapping of the scaleless flying dragon's wings, a large amount of snow and dust rushed towards the iron slag.He quickly shrank back and hid in the deeper snow to avoid being discovered.

The light above the head quickly dimmed, and in just a few seconds, it returned to light.The iron slag poked out of the snow layer, looked up, and saw that the group of flying dragons had flown high into the sky, like a surging black cloud.

"Sarah!"

Then he heard a loud roar, and the flying dragon troops immediately swooped down, towards the mecha position behind the battlefield.

On the snowy ground, flames soared into the sky, facing the group of flying dragons.That's the air unit of the Thunderbirds, the Remodeled Warrior.

"The raging..."

There was a flash of fire ahead, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, rockets shot out one after another, dragging a long tail flame, and crashed into the group of flying dragons.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he saw a thick red mist spewing out from the group of flying dragons, the color was coquettish and dazzling, mysterious and strange.As soon as the rocket touched it, it exploded, as if hitting its head against a wall.

"Sarah!"

There was another roar, and several crystal-clear spears shot out from the black mist, flying like a shuttle, as fast as lightning.In the next second, several large fireballs rose in the air.It was the reformed man who was hit by the thunder spear and exploded in the air.

"Ugh..."

One wave is not flat, and another wave rises again.As soon as the flying dragon troops appeared, another long horn sounded from the top of the mountain.

The snow and dust billowed from the Thunderbirds' rear. One by one, the demon warriors climbed out of the snow layer and rushed towards the human line, throwing thunder spears at the same time.

Facing the sudden attack, the Thunderbirds began to create chaos.They were originally the attackers, but they didn't expect that the Aishan tribe, which was obviously inferior in numbers, not only did not retreat to the high ground, but also set up an ambush outside.

At this moment, the wild wolf and flamingo styles used to deal with demon warriors are on the mountainside, the marine soldiers are in the middle, and the thunder fire style, which lacks close combat capabilities, is at the end.

More than 200 tribal warriors rushed over, like wolves entering a flock of sheep. They either used thunder spears to project, or directly overturned with great force, and killed hundreds of thunder fires in a blink of an eye.

The flying dragon knights in the red mist are like invincible existences, nothing can harm them at all, and the reformers who are facing them keep falling from the sky to the ground, or turning into fireballs.

The soldiers in the rear began to come back and shoot the demon warriors.And the mechs halfway up the mountain also started to move backwards.

"Ugh..."

The third horn sounded, and the sound of killing on the top of the mountain shook the sky. Thousands of demons poured down from the top of the mountain like a flood.They were men and women, old and young, some armed with spears, some with big sticks on their shoulders, and taking advantage of the high ground, they rushed down in one breath and rushed into the human line.

For a moment, the Thunderbird Legion was cut into several pieces, and the troops fought against each other, in a state of chaos.After a while, signs of a total rout began to appear.

An army of tens of thousands of people was outflanked and defeated by the side with fewer people, which is really embarrassing.

Iron Slag sent the war image of the Flying Dragon Knight back to the headquarters, and the more experienced Yang Yong recognized it immediately, saying that the one who released the red mist was a conjurer who believed in the "Prince of Shadows".The red mist is called "Shadow Fog", and it has the characteristics of a fluid. The greater the impact force, the greater the resistance, and the smaller the impact force, the smaller the resistance.Throw the grenade directly into it, and it will be dispelled.

Not long after, as Tie Slag expected, the commander of the Thunderbird Army sent a rescue request.

Tie Slag directly asked Mu Qianhe to refuse, not to mention the other party's previous arrogant attitude, even if he was more polite, he was not willing.This involves the issue of combat merit calculation. If he enters the arena halfway, who is the combat merit?

It's better to wait until the other party is completely wiped out, and then come back to deal with the severely injured Aishan tribe.But at this time, the commander of the war zone, Hildebrand, also sent a request for reinforcements, to the effect: "We are both human races, so we should help each other and repel the alien races together."

"How do you calculate military exploits?" Tie Slag asked Mu Qianhe straightforwardly.

"According to mercenary practice, half." Hilbrand replied.

In order to support Lao Qi, Tie Zha sighed and asked Mu Qianhe to agree.

After agreeing to reinforcements, Iron Slag unloaded the heavy Barrett and lay down on the spot, looking for an opportunity to kill the conjurer.

There was chaos on the battlefield, demons and humans strangled together, roars and screams continued to resound.

A demon warrior was shot by more than 20 human soldiers, his protective totem was shattered, bleeding sprang from his body, shaking like chaff, and finally fell to the ground.

In another place, a demon warrior rushed into the crowd of soldiers from the side, split the frontmost soldier in two with an axe, grabbed the opponent's upper body, and smashed at several soldiers who were shooting at him.Then, he dropped the axe, grabbed the hands of soldier No. 3 with both hands, and roared, "Sara!" He pulled out his arms forcefully, spraying blood all over his face.

Looking back, not far from him, several human soldiers threw a young demon woman to the ground, cut open her abdomen with a dagger, and pulled out her intestines. The scene was crazy and bloody, like a few heads Wolves are sharing their prey.

Further forward, a demon child with thick hands and feet was riding on a human soldier, punching him in the face one after another, causing his teeth to fly, his eyeballs to burst, and his entire face sunken.

Iron's gaze has been locked on the dragon troop.Not long after, they flew back.Iron Slag hurriedly retreated into the snow, and waited until he heard the sound of the flying dragon landing, then poked his head out again and looked down.

I saw those warriors riding dragons taking out potions and pouring them into their mouths, they seemed to be resting.

Iron Slag moved the muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the group of flying dragons, sitting behind a warrior, a demon man in a gorgeous robe.He was only over two meters tall, shorter than the average demon male, wearing a red robe embroidered with gold silk, with an arrogant demeanor and cold eyes.

Quietly, the crosshair moved slowly, locking onto the head of the red-clothed demon.Iron Slag put his finger on the trigger, first tightened it, then relaxed it.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he let go of the gun and drew out the machete.The opponent probably has a protective totem on his body, so he can't kill with one hit.Such an opportunity is too rare to be wasted.

(End of this chapter)