Mecha Journey

Yang Mu, who knew all this, suddenly felt his scalp numb.

This kind of material, which was regarded as extremely precious in the previous life, is now so commonly used on this remote planet. These warheads are as common as the stones on the ground!

And I discovered this kind of thing in the mine. The gangsters who were probably rebels used this kind of warhead in their rifle bullets. The rifle bullets of the guys in front of me now also used yoni iron warheads.

It is estimated that the warhead of the missile that just bounced off was also made of pyrite warhead!

definitely is!

Yang Mu gritted his teeth and quickly shuttled between the buildings, nimbly dodging several attacks. At the same time, he fired back with the rifle in his hand, hitting the opponent's mecha.

But fortunately, the opponent seems to have only strengthened the weapons, and has not made changes to other parts of the mecha.

In this case, I still have plenty of opportunities.

Yang Mu quickly came up with a new method, put the somewhat worn rifle back on the weapon rack, and changed the broad knife in his left hand to his right hand.

After shooting out the last batch of missiles from the mecha, Yang Mu saw this opportunity and struck again. The long knife in his hand was held diagonally. The engines behind the mecha were fully deployed. Blue flames spattered out and the entire fuselage was broken. He opened the house made of loess in front of him and rushed towards the Terror mecha closest to him.

The opponent panicked and blew up the missiles fired by Yang Mu, and then saw Yang Mu's mecha striding towards him. The pilot of the mecha immediately controlled the mecha to retreat and reached for the weapon behind his back.

But Yang Mu's attack had already arrived.

This is Yang Mu's most common strategy, to create as much trouble as possible for the opponent, and then use this opportunity to rush in front of the opponent and defeat the opponent with the fastest and most powerful attacks.

Sure enough, before the opponent's mecha could draw out its weapon, Yang Mu's broad knife spun straight into the opponent's cockpit.

The two mechas collided with each other, and the surrounding houses collapsed like pieces of paper as the two mechas moved. Half of the gleaming broad knife had penetrated into the chest of the Terrorist mecha.

Yang Mu stood still and pulled out the weapon fiercely. At this time, a missile roared towards him. An alarm sounded in the holographic helmet. Yang Mu tried to avoid it, but the distance between the two sides was too short. The missile finally hit the Gray Wolf mecha. The shoulder armor exploded, and the huge vibration was felt by Yang Mu in the cockpit.

"The mecha armor was attacked, and its integrity is 68%."

Seeing the data displayed in the holographic helmet, the left shoulder armor of the mecha was almost completely scrapped, the auxiliary engine next to the main engine was scrapped, and the integrity of the entire mecha's armor quickly dropped by ten percent.

The attack power of the opponent's missiles is too terrifying!

Yang Mu was anxiously thinking about how to deal with it, but when he saw the missile head popping up from behind again, Yang Mu was heartbroken.

He used his left hand to drag the opponent's mecha directly and block it in front of him.

The attack struck again, an explosion sounded, and fire lit up behind the Terrorist that Yang Mu was carrying.

Yang Mu held the mecha and pushed it forward steadily. The tip of the broad knife in his right hand fell to the ground, and he held the handle and moved forward step by step.

The other party seemed to be a little panicked by Yang Mu's move, or perhaps because the death of his companions brought him too much anxiety. He hurriedly shot out the remaining two missiles, and then pulled out the scimitar from behind.

Two explosions sounded again, and shrapnel embedded in it could even be seen on the front of the Terrorist mecha in Yang Mu's hand. Yang Mu threw it aside.

When the Terror fell to one side, all the intact engines on the back of the Yang Mu mecha were started. When the opponent saw the head and chest armor of the Gray Wolf mecha.

Yang Mu's mecha strode forward again.

The opponent quickly blocked the scimitar in front of him. Yang Mu rushed over and suddenly twisted the mecha body to the left when he was three or four meters away from the opponent.

At this time, the broad knife held in his right hand and dragged on the ground was thrown up, and the sharp blade whizzed forward in an arc.

The other driver's eyes widened, but he spat out a mouthful of blood in the next mouthful.

Because in the midst of lightning and flint, Yang Mu's broad knife had already cut through the opponent's mecha's belly armor, right into the cockpit.

The Terrorist Mecha immediately fell to its knees, and then collapsed in front of Yang Mu.

Yang Mu panted heavily and saw another Terror being kicked down by Quinn in the distance, and quickly asked the channel.

"Are everyone out?!"

There was silence on the channel for a moment, and then the voice of Mustache came.

"We have arrived at the entrance of the town. The captain is helping Quinn to stop the opponent."

Hearing the news, Yang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the knife out of the opponent's mecha. Then he bent down to see the shrapnel on the previous mecha.

At this moment, several sounds of landing sounded behind Yang Mu, and the sudden lights behind him shone at Yang Mu, and along with them, there were the screams of countless local residents.

Yang Mu turned his head almost reflexively, shouting "Damn it" in his heart.

He actually forgot about the dozen or so Terrorists chasing him!

The targets of those mechas are himself and Quinn.

A few lines of cold sweat suddenly ran down Yang Mu's face. He turned his head and saw the crowd of people who had joined the locals and fled out of the town in a torrent. Yang Mu grinned.

"Yang Mu, are you okay?" At this time, Quinn's voice sounded in Yang Mu's helmet, and his voice was a little urgent.

Just now, Quinn finally took down the mecha in front of him, but his own mecha was also somewhat damaged by the opponent's bullets.

"Quinn, go to the entrance of the town."

Yang Mu spoke to Quinn again and controlled the mecha to retreat quickly.

"Yang Mu! Quinn! You can't stop me, hurry up and get out of here!" At this moment, Lao Jin's voice sounded in the channel again, extremely anxious.

As if he didn't hear Lao Jin's order, Quinn also silently controlled the mecha and stood at the edge of the town entrance.

Two Gray Wolf mechas stood firmly in front of a dozen mechas in the night illuminated by lights.

"Captain Lao Jin, run away quickly. Don't go to the camp. Go to the valley where you planned to escape."

Yang Mu swung the scimitar he had just picked up in his left hand, as well as the broad knife with a curled blade in his right hand.

"If you hide there, we will naturally find a way to escape."

"Let's go, captain, take everyone with you. Yang Mu and I are here to make sure that none of them can get through!"

The voices of Yang Mu and Quinn rang in the earphones of the sergeants, and everyone turned around and looked at the two mechas not far away with their backs to them.

Dozens of mecha lights shone brightly on the two somewhat broken mechas.

This is Yang Mu and Quinn, less than an hour later, once again standing in front of the sergeant of the Intervention Corps.

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