I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Jiang Chen vowed that this is definitely the most spectacular fireworks he has ever seen.

If it is not counted in the virtual reality.

The billowing smoke suddenly covered the launcher.

A rocket roared and screamed, as the sky bowed toward the distance. In just 20 seconds, three hundred and twenty rounds of rockets poured out. Looking at the smoke column that gradually drifted away in the distance, Jiang Chen could not help but admire.

"Unfortunately, I can't see the explosion."

Cheng Weiguo silently handed back the tablet back to Jiang Chen’s arms. He had already set up the combat instructions.

"Oh, yes, there is this thing." Jiang Chen smiled and took the tablet from Cheng Weiguo and looked at the battlefield.

......

Broken bridge.

The mutants who huddled behind the bunkers held the machine guns and waited for the nac soldiers' positions on the other side of the river. Yesterday, the nac people tried to build a pontoon storm three times, but they were all suppressed by the shells, machine guns and recoilless guns they had on hand.

The opposite mortar and electromagnetic gun caused a lot of trouble for them, but it was nothing. All the mutants have no doubt about it, that is, as long as they persist, the first to be unbearable is definitely these stupid humans!

"They are almost unable to hold on! We have enough ammunition, we are stronger! When the winter comes, it is their death!"

Standing behind the position, the mutants dressed in dead claws and sewing clothes, wielding the machine guns in their hands, screaming at the comrades in the battle position, inspiring their morale.

In the society of the mutant, clothing often symbolizes strength and status. Only the warrior who defeated the dead claws alone is qualified to wear its skin as a shirt.

"what is that!"

But at this moment, a mutant who was kneeling behind the anti-tank gun snorted and pointed his finger at the black spot on the horizon.

"Maybe their little toys, don't panic. We have air defense machine guns and emp."

Rudely muttered, the mutant man took off the telescope on his chest.

The toy in his mouth is naturally the nac hummingbird drone. When an emp gun grenade is found, the drone seems to fall like a electric shock. No one is afraid of these little things anymore. When they meet the drone, they pull the emp grenade fuze, although emp will also make the red dot sight on their guns malfunction, but no one cares.

Variants do not need to aim, the mutants only need to vent their firepower!

The ugly eyebrows are squeezed into a group of captains to adjust the focal length, and look at the black spots on the horizon.

Jingle.

The telescope in his hand fell to the ground. As the surrounding mutants looked at him inexplicably, his ugly face was gradually distorted.

"Quick down!"

Screaming, he rushed to the side of the foxhole in the confused sight of the mutants.

However, this does not make sense...

Boom!

The overwhelming rocket lowered the rain of death. The mutants who cling to the trenches and bunkers have witnessed this scene like a purgatory, as well as their comrades and their flying limbs.

The fire of the explosion covered every inch of the soil, and the plowing seemed to run over the position of the mutant, leaving a pile of broken weapons and broken arms. The cover of the rockets detonated the ammunition boxes in the trenches and foxholes, causing a second explosion, and the flesh was vague.

A round of washing is over!

But the nightmare of the mutant is not over yet.

The vortex engine was sprayed and the power armor took the lead over the river. The engineers ran forward and placed a pontoon for tanks to pass. Followed by soldiers wearing mechanical exoskeletons, tanks with engine roaring.

A steel plate is hung on the chest. Thousands of mutants carrying machine guns stood up from farther positions and rushed to the river. They pushed forward while firing, in an attempt to regain control of the river bank. Some of the mutants even carried a flat shot of the mortar, and even more ran with a self-explosive nuclear bomb.

There are also lead-type mutants holding a power hammer. Unless they were faced with a fifty-type electromagnetic gun, their armor and resilience were almost invincible. They ignored the bullets and snarled and rushed to the nac position.

However, before they even ran halfway, they found in horror that the rocket in the distance would roar again...

......

The strong smoke in the distance, dotted with the ruins of the wilderness, like the tip of the pen to sketch the rugged curve.

The rockets are constantly taking off. Then fall and drop the rain of death to the distant mutants.

The flying shrapnel did not wear the armor of the leaded mutant, but it shattered their internal organs and brains. Even though the mutants’ recovery ability is extremely horrible, they can’t get rid of the fact that they are creatures.

Facing the gunfire of nac. The mutant is cautious. They huddled in the foxhole and pulled away the intensive positions in an attempt to deal with the nac bombardment with a loose formation. The thoughts that motivated them to persist were nothing more than two.

Their ammunition is not much left!

This is just the last madness!

However, it turns out that this is just a wishful wish.

There are a lot of rockets on Jiang Chen's side, and they are hard to imagine.

In the face of the loose formation of the mutants, Jiang Chen also changed the performance of the "Stalin Organ". Maintain an output frequency of 4 rounds per minute. The bm-21 rocket launcher fired at a wide angle and covered the position of the mutant. At the same time, the First Corps stopped the attack in Jiang Chen’s order and stopped to enjoy the performance of the explosion symphony.

The light on the screen of the tablet flickers continuously. The continuous artillery fire caused a large number of civilian buildings that had been in disrepair, and buried the mutated people. Landmark buildings such as the Jiashi Sports Center, while standing still, are still in jeopardy from the outside.

After more than an hour of continuous bombing, the entire downtown area of ​​Jiashi was like being bullied by bulldozers.

It was a little tired by the screen, and Jiang Chen put the screen back into the hands of Cheng Weiguo.

Looking at the fire in the screen, Cheng Weiguo secretly snarled.

To be honest, he really didn't expect this old-fashioned weapon to explode such a terrible combat power.

"It's so shocking." Ten minutes later, Cheng Weiguo sighed down the tablet in his hand.

“How many have been thrown?” Jiang Chen asked casually.

Cheng Weiguo swept his eyes on the empty wooden box and roughly estimated: "Probably fired 5,000."

Only five thousand? There are still 15,000 left.

Jiang Chen grinned and stared at the column of smoke 14 kilometers away.

Wait, five thousand?

Careful calculations, a rocket is 2 dollars, and 3 rockets is 60,000 dollars, almost a BMW.

The five thousand rockets were thrown out.

Jiang Chen didn't have a bad time.

Although he is not short of money, but watching these 166 BMWs fly in the sky, it is still a good heart!

......

Inside the Jiashi Sports Center.

Boyu’s face was gloomy and he sat in a chair, and the explosion that he couldn’t keep in his ear made him extremely annoyed.

Sitting opposite him is Troy, the leader of the mutant, and his face is as dark as he is now.

"What should we do now?"

The church at dusk helped them to break the bridge, provided them with a large amount of arms and materials, and brought information that "Wanghai City is exploding with different kinds of tides, these people can't last long."

However, the last one is obviously a report.

He didn't know if there was any outbreak of eclipse in Wanghai City, but the group of humans in front of him did not seem to be able to persist for a long time.

"I said earlier that we should withdraw from the Western strategy. These people are not good at dealing with it. The merchants in Hangzhou are better bullied than they are." Boyu closed his eyes and said softly.

"The mutants will not retreat, we will never compromise like inferior humans. We will shred them, then stuff them into the meat grinder and fill them with incense. Intestines." Troy snorted and said cruelly.

is it? Sitting in front of you at this moment, has you supported this for a long time, isn’t it Laozi human? I really thought that I had a long head and I was a thing myself.

Boyu sneered in his heart, but did not say anything on his mouth.

Because he knows that this moment is not a time of guilt. Moreover, a few hours ago, his judgment was actually more inclined to the mutants who would win here, or he would not sit here.

The soldiers of nac looked at them, and the sound of the guns continued. Retreat is definitely not enough. It is not a death to leave the bunker now. There is no rocket, and it is impossible for two legs to win the tank. It is a massacre to abandon the bunker and wait for the mutant and the church at dusk.

Is the state of the mountain poor?

This is not the first time he has experienced this situation.

When he was cleared by the gendarmerie regiment of the Northern United District, he also fell into a similar situation.

The only difference is that at this moment he is not without a chance.

Boyu looked at the ring in his hand.

The blood crystal, reflecting the fascinating and dangerous light under the light.

"When are you going to send someone to you?" Troy was rude.

His people are constantly dying, but his allies have not moved a bit.

Looking at the face of the specular reflection of the blood, Boyu whispered.

"No hurry, it's fast." (To be continued.)