The road to national restoration that began at the end of the century - #135 - Chapter 136 Do you think I can’t survive?

In short, compared to how Mike brought the Stumu family over, Kashner, who had rested in Leyte City for half a month, ordered the troops to march to the northwest region.

And along the way…

Whoosh!

boom!

Merlin: “These Cyclops have so much firepower!”

Just as Mailin, the audience sitting in the armored car, watching the pig-headed man in front was defeated by the Cyclops, said.

The armored and armed Cyclops used very ferocious firepower to wildly shoot at the pig-headed men on the ground, and let the pig-headed men leave the black-haired kobolds behind to carry out self-destructing two-wheeled motorcycle operations.

However, the two-wheeled motorcycle is still not faster than the Cyclops’ death ray. An orange-red death ray swept across, and the black-haired kobolds and the two-wheeled motorcycle that originally rushed in like a swarm instantly turned into flying metal fragments and corpse parts falling like rain.

Pierre didn’t know why, but he felt familiar with this scene.

And this sense of familiarity made him very uncomfortable.

Especially when he escaped from the concentration camp, he had seen bloody scenes of how black-haired kobolds nailed people to wooden stakes and stabbed them alive, and even stuffed tubes into their mouths and detonated them.

Of course, although he was uncomfortable now, it was just his nose that was a little uncomfortable.

The smell of blood outside is really strong.

Not to mention that the heat generated by the explosion made the smell of blood even stronger.

Therefore, instead of being on the ground, Urrutia witnessed craters after craters in the sky. As abandoned cannon fodder, the black-haired kobolds either chose to self-destruct and charge desperately, or they chose to kneel on the spot and raise their hands to express surrender.

Urrutia: “It’s hopeless.”

Although her words were very soft, Urrutia looked at the pig-headed men retreating in front of them. She did not feel any pity for the black-haired kobolds on the ground at all.

Especially when his eldest son, who was only 6 years old at the time, was picked up by a black-haired kobold with a spear, and then chopped into pieces alive with a machete.

If these bully and fearless things weren’t willing to take the initiative to acquire them, they would have only one fate.

It is sent to a meat grinder to be chopped, and then sent to a fertilizer factory as a material for organic fertilizer.

Yes.

Urrutia, like many Japanese women, once had a wonderful marriage. At the age of 17, she gave birth to her first child to a husband who loved her deeply and did not marry a second wife. And this is the eldest son of her husband’s family, the first son of her husband among his brothers. At that time, not only her husband, but also Urrutia himself was very much looking forward to this eldest son becoming the pride of the family.

But when those black-haired kobolds came, they were gone, nothing was left.

In order to protect her and their three children, her husband fought against the black-haired kobold alone with a lever shotgun, and was eventually shot to death. And her eldest son…the black-haired kobolds had been chasing them with their night vision. However, in order to protect himself and his younger siblings, the child suddenly pulled away and diverted the pursuers away.

By daylight, only one head of her son was intact. And this head is still stuck on the wooden stake. As an extremely bloody road sign, like other wooden stakes with heads stuck on it, it demonstrates the “great achievements” of those black-haired kobolds who are bloodthirsty and love to slaughter innocent civilians.

She now wished that all these black-haired kobolds would turn into a pile of rotten flesh under the beam cannon of the Vulture attack machine she was driving, but since these scum could still be exchanged for a lot of money alive, she held back for the time being.

At the same time, instead of strafing the black-haired kobolds, her airborne radar showed that the opponent’s Tengu fighter jets and a troop of armed combat helicopters that were said to be able to transform were coming in her direction.

Needless to say, it was to cover the reinforcements of the pig-headed ground troops who were trying to withdraw to the second line of defense.

For enemies like this, she, her wingmen, and other comrades who also flew Vulture fighter jets had prepared air-to-air guided missiles, waiting to show off their capabilities later.

After all, it’s this day and age, and you’re still engaging in a 300-meter close air combat with an enemy aircraft?

Stop talking nonsense. Since we have guided missiles, there is no need to risk our lives with these pig-headed men.

What’s more, although the pig-headed people have a lot of advanced weapons and equipment, everyone in the Krurod Empire is very suspicious of whether they have some deal with the demons. But no matter what, the pig-headed man is a species that can definitely be killed easily, and it is much easier to deal with than the demons.

You must know that as early as 1,000 years ago, the Japanese and Mai people defeated the demons even with cold weapons. Now, 1,000 years have passed, and the equipment level of the Japanese and Mai people has improved compared to 1,000 years ago.

Although everyone may realize that the demons may also have great development; as a human force, the Rimai people use the corpses left by their dead compatriots, inject the blood of the demons, and in the belly of the artificial succubus The new intelligent race that was conceived and finally created is the absolute nemesis of the demons.

“The enemy has entered 2000 meters.”

“Launch air-to-air missiles!”

Everything was as planned before, and Urrutia pressed the button to launch the missile without much hesitation. So, she watched as the two missiles she launched were speeding away at supersonic speeds, hunting for the targets marked above. Next, there is the Ghost King mecha on the ground.

It’s time for these guys to get a taste of aerial bombs.

Boom!

Pierre: “Mailin, is that your…”

Mailin: “You ask me, how do I know? There is more than one plane in the sky.”

Regarding the ability of current aircraft to drop aerial bombs on the ground or on the sea that are no less powerful than, or even far beyond, ordinary artillery shells, Mailin is increasingly aware of why Air Force pilots can receive quite generous salaries.

Because the sound of an aerial bomb exploding in front of him, as well as the smoke, dust and various parts flying all over the sky were enough to illustrate the power of air supremacy.

The threat from the sky is always the most difficult to defend and the most vulnerable to major breakthrough points.

But compared to these, the armored vehicle he was riding in stopped.

It seemed that it was time for him to get out of the car and break into the pig-headed man’s second line of defense under the cover of the tanks in front.

However, when he got out of the car, he quickly discovered that the tank that was originally covering his group’s advance had broken down and was constantly emitting a large amount of black smoke.

But he had no choice, especially when the pig-headed man on the opposite side kept firing blue energy bullets in his direction. He had to use the tank as his cover and set up the heavy machine gun he carried to suppress fire.

Pierre: “Those dwarfs in front, those with cutting cannons, get rid of them first!”

Mai Lin: “Roger that!”

Following Pierre’s order, Mailin naturally locked the sight of the heavy machine gun on some pig-headed men wearing bamboo hats. After all, it was these guys squatting in the trenches and shooting blue rays outside from time to time that allowed them to use the tanks as cover…

boom!

However, when Mailin had just fought for a while, the tank next to him suddenly exploded twice. In an instant, a group of soldiers, including Mai Lin, were instantly blown away by the blast wave…

“Well……”

“Mai Lin, Mai Lin!”

“Well……”

“Mai Lin, wake up!”

“No…it’s okay…uh…”

Although the feeling of being blown away was very uncomfortable, Mailin was still woken up by his comrades. But he looked around and saw that the heavy machine gun he had set up had long since turned into a boomerang.

There was no way, he had to pay for it himself… Fortunately, after the tank exploded, he seized a dagger fully automatic rifle and three magazines from the burnt corpse of a comrade.

The next battle depends on it.

In short, as the second tank came forward to cover, Mailin saw Pierre, whose face was covered in blood, holding on to participate in the attack.

Pierre: “What? Do you think I can’t do it anymore?”

Mailin: “The first aid spray…is available. Just bear with it and don’t scream in pain like a little girl.”

After using the first-aid spray on Pierre, who considered himself a tough guy, Mailin checked the dagger in his hand and prepared to break into the trench in front under the cover of the tank’s main gun and machine gun…