American Comics: My Warhammer Simulator

When the dark night gradually swallows up the last ray of light.

But the frontline battlefield in the slums was almost as bright as day.

Countless burning low-rise buildings are like vibrant torches, reflecting everything around them.

Bucky, with an indifferent expression, was lying behind a trench that had just been dug by the automatic servo robot.

He was chewing a protein energy bar in his mouth.

He listened to the detailed report sent back by the investigation team.

At this time, the fighting team had penetrated nearly ten kilometers into the slums and had evacuated an estimated 80,000 to 90,000 people. About twelve hours had passed since the operation began.

Just half an hour before dark.

Countless frustrated people and fanatical believers controlled by the Blood Worship Sect seemed to have entered a state of hibernation. They temporarily withdrew from the frontline battlefield and lost their traces.

This undoubtedly brings extremely precious breathing space to the gang dog fighting team.

Some of the automatic servo robots in the reserve team also took this opportunity.

A large amount of ammunition, food, water and other supplies were transported to the exhausted people.

Bucky also quickly sent out several reconnaissance teams led by local civilians voluntarily deeper into the slums.

One is to cooperate with the continuous exploration of the Automata to find out the hidden command hierarchy of the Blood Worship Sect.

The second is to see if we can find some more convenient and faster escape routes for the civilians who have been intimidated by the Blood Worship Sect and have not yet fled.

"Yeah, I understand... You should be careful. You don't need to come into contact with enemies when you encounter them. Try to ensure the safety of yourself and the civilian guides."

Bucky quickly hung up the communication device.

He struggled to swallow the last bite of the protein energy bar in his mouth.

He felt thirsty, so he reluctantly moistened his dry throat with the saliva he had just secreted.

Then Bucky smacked the taste in his mouth.

He turned to old John who was sitting in the trench polishing a silver-plated saber and said.

"Old man, according to the report of the investigation team, the believers of the Blood Worship Sect are conducting their daily prayer ceremony. We still have at least half an hour to rest..."

"Furthermore, mixed formations of Mexican military and police have appeared in several other directions of the slums, but their personnel have not dared to enter this place. Instead, they have been trying to deal with many people who are trying to escape from the slums while taking advantage of the prayer ceremony..."

"Huh? This is a good thing. This undoubtedly reduces the pressure on us to evacuate civilians. It means that we are not fighting alone, and we can also focus most of our thoughts on how to deal with the Blood Worshiping Sect... By the way, these Has the information been compiled for David?"

At this moment, Old John's thick carapace was stained with the enemy's stinking blood and scratches from bullets.

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Even the neatly trimmed snow-white beard on his chin was almost dyed crimson.

He carefully polished the silver-plated saber in his hand without raising his head, and asked softly in Bucky's direction.

At the same time, Bucky, who was lying on the edge of the trench, turned sideways and raised his head.

He exposed half of his eye first.

Very vigilantly, he observed the frontline battlefield where there were only corpses and fire everywhere, and no other movement.

Then, he carefully retracted his body.

He turned around and looked at the various supplies thrown inside the trench, trying to find a bottle of water to quench his thirst.

After hearing Old John's question, Bucky, who felt increasingly thirsty, said without thinking.

"We have reported it to the police a long time ago, and the communication network was built by David. Doesn't it know? Didn't David say that battlefield command is up to us to decide independently? Don't worry... However, David has taken over some of the automatons. Bee, is looking for the true nest location of the Blood Worship Sect. It seems that my dear captain can’t stand it anymore. Can’t he stay in the base and be a serious commander for a while?”

"Uh, old man, give me the bottle of water you're sitting under your butt."

Bucky just finished speaking.

Old John forcefully pulled out a bottle of crystal clear bottled water from under his buttocks and threw it over.

Snapped!

Bucky subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and quickly caught it firmly with a metallic-shiny mechanical arm.

He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured several large gulps into his mouth, and let out a hearty belch.

"belch--"

"Tch... do you think that boy Rorschach is you? His potential is as profound and profound as the God King Odin. How different is it from you, who is dozens of years old and still looks like a young boy..."

Old John raised the polished silver-plated saber and observed the blade for a few times, nodding his head with satisfaction.

He quickly inserted the saber back into his waist.

He lowered his head and checked several ice grenades hanging on his waist.

Then, Old John, who turned his eyes, glanced sideways at Bucky, who had his eyes closed to rest, and said in a tone of hatred that iron cannot be transformed into steel.

"I have killed more than ten priests of the Blood Worship Sect in one day. If everything goes well, it will not be difficult to kill the other party's bishop. When we hold a celebration banquet, everyone will come to me to celebrate. , don’t be greedy..."

"You are the reckless general of Asgard, and I am the cautious little marshal of humanity. Our battlefield positions are different. I am just trying to bring everyone home safely while completing the mission. As for able

It doesn’t matter how many enemies you kill and how much credit you get..."

Bucky closed his eyes tightly and said wisecracks in a calm tone.

Then, his voice seemed to get weaker and weaker, as if he was gradually entering a sleep state.

Old John, who was sitting in the shadow of the trench, raised his mechanical arm and scratched his slightly itchy crimson beard.

He stared directly at Bucky, who was sleeping.

A kind smile subconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, it didn't take long for the kind smile on the corners of Old John's mouth to almost disappear.

He stood up abruptly.

He stared at the dark night sky above the slums with his slightly narrowed one eye, and took a breath of air!

At this moment, there seemed to be dozens of shadowy huge figures rapidly approaching the front line of the position outside the range of the firelight!

"Bucky boy! Stop fucking sleeping! The enemy's 'air force' is coming for a sneak attack!"

"You little bastards! Have you had enough to eat and drink? Hold on to your laser weapons, cheer up and show your momentum! Valhalla doesn't welcome your visit yet!"

"And those automatic guys, stand up for me! Keep your guns pointed in the air! If you can't shoot down an enemy, I will kill you!"

In an instant, it was accompanied by the loud and loud voice of Old John.

The originally silent trench seemed to quickly become active.

Four fronts with terrain ranging from high to low gradually appeared under the night sky of the slum.

The gang dogs squatting in the trench were eager to change the energy magazines of the laser weapons.

They also opened an extremely rare thermostatic device, revealing the ice grenades inside.

At the same time, the automatic servo robots quickly jumped out of their hiding positions.

They occupied the pre-planned firepower points, commanding heights and other important places in batches, and were ready for all battles.

The next second, the heavy logging guns located above the metal carapace were automatically loaded with ammunition.

The dark muzzle was slightly raised, firmly locked on the dark night sky!

Da da da--

In an instant, dazzling trajectories composed of solid bullets tore through the night sky.

The silence on the battlefield was completely broken by the fierce roar of a woodcutter.

Each heavy-duty logging gun is autonomously controlled by an automatic servo robot.

Without hesitation, they fired a terrifying and dense storm of bullets at the vampires who lowered their flying altitude!

Even if each vampire struggled to flap its huge fleshy wings behind it.

The bloody body also evaded in the air very flexibly.

But the terrifying firepower network composed of countless large-caliber physical bullets is not that easy to break through at all!

In the blink of an eye, two-thirds of the dozens of vampires with the ability to fly were torn into pieces of flesh and blood by the storm of bullets.

The remaining 'air force' had no choice but to fall heavily towards the slums filled with flames!

However, before they could take aim, the gang dogs pulled the trigger of the laser weapon.

Try to annihilate those vampires that struggle to get up from a distance.

Boom——

Accompanied by bursts of violent roars and dazzling fire.

All the vampires whose bloody bodies were covered with horrific bullet marks immediately exploded in a large area!

"Flying 'ghost' meat bombs? It's a shame that the opponent's commander came up with such a ghost idea!"

Bucky, who was observing the situation on the front line, murmured subconsciously.

Then, he immediately turned to old John and shouted

"Old guy! Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy's surprise attack has failed and the ground team has failed to respond cooperatively, we need to advance the overall front again! Let's see how far we can advance tonight!"

"Bucky boy! You are the commander! Then I listen to you! I just want to kill them all!"

Old John, who couldn't help grinning, nodded heavily.

He casually picked up a shotgun, a specialty of the Hive City gang, from the supplies in the trench.

Then, Old John, wearing heavy carapace, suddenly jumped onto the top of the trench.

He turned around and shouted loudly at the position behind him.

"Let's get a team of brats who are not afraid of death and like to fight in close combat! Let's poke our enemies in the butt!"

Old John just finished speaking.

More than twenty gang dogs wearing carapace jumped out of the trench and followed the old man.

The next moment, the charge team with Old John as its spearhead immediately crossed the front line.

A rapid and powerful advance was launched into the depths of the slums.

At the same time, inside the trenches of the fourth front.

A mixed team composed of a gang of ghetto male civilians plus a gang dog squad also obeyed Bucky's command.

They held on to the newly replenished laser weapons and crawled towards the trench position of the third front.

The gang dog team in the third trench is under the cover of more automatic servo robots.

He quickly stood up and ran towards the second trench further ahead...

At this moment, if anyone could look down from above the slums.

You can clearly see that the entire fighting team is using a strange wave-like method.

Continuously launched attacks deeper into the slums!