My Empire

Put down the telescope in your hand, Burrison looked at his wonders in front of the devil. The plains in front of them can be used to describe it, but the scenes in front of them are not suitable for appreciation.

The corpse of the devil is full of the entire plain, and you can know more than 300,000 without going to count. These devils cross seven vertical paralyzes on the ground, and even some have not completely dead.

The evacuated devil has spawned these low-level magic organs with magic, hoping that they can block the Pursuit of the Allah Hill troops.

It's just a little in vain, the devil who has been invaded by the gene bomb, and now I have completely lost the fierce combat.

The corpse is in the wilderness, and it is a monster of the devil, and the sound of the squid of the squad, the sound of the dead devil, and the sound of the blame, so that everyone feels cold and chestnut.

This is the real hell, this is what the devil should have. Just, all this happened after the start of the human attack, so it was filled with a satirical taste everywhere.

"Air Force investigation shows ... We are in front of this plain, in the edge of the jungle, there is a small town ..." A small town came over, tapping the signal is not very good tablet, saying.

"Let the soldiers go to the armored car, open the three defense system ... with the fastest speed crossed this dead place, we stopped to the edge of the town!" Burrison pointed to the front direction and issued the continuation Progressive command.

"Start the chariot! All the people will take a car!" The long-distance turtle, and the troops who are resting are loud.

Soldiers who wearing motive skeletons relaxed from the ground, and then a order, walked into the interior of the infantry chariot waiting for their infantry.

These new infantry battles are new designs. After all, they want these high-level soldiers who have highly than two meters into their own chariots. The original ordinary infantry chariot is obviously not.

So these vehicles are more taller than the normal infantry, and the loaded soldiers are less.

From the preparation, the armor throwing army is also different from the traditional throwing soldier. Ordinary throwing troops, an infantry battle, a battle unit, and heavy armor throwing troops, a standard combat strip of two infantry battles.

This is equal to the number of armored cars in the original walking car camp, and the fire has improved a large number of times, of course, the displacement of the ammunition and the logistics replenishment needed.

Fortunately,

The emergence of the floating magic array can make the wheel infantry chariot also have a large volume of armor.

But in order to cope with the battlefield situation, there is an increase in volume, and Allah Hill still chose 10 rounds of standard chassis, as a new wheel infantry battle.

Burrison also turned into a piece of armored command vehicle that belong to his armor, and after the status displayed on the air quality monitor was "normal", he opened the mask on his face.

In the air, there is still a faint gasoline fragrance, in the slight bumpy infantry, a few soldiers holding a weapon, the face does not see the tightness.

They are all warriors, and they have already been shocked when they were shocked. They use the outer skeleton wrapped in the metal joint, tearing open the sealed food fresh bag, and enjoy this latest military food replenishment.

"The taste outside is certain?" The captain responsible for manipulating the weapon platform turns back, and the Burrisen chatter of the entire infantry.

Everyone is already very familiar. When this is not fighting, no one wants to make the atmosphere in the car look down.

"Estimation and logistics replenishment is similar to the taste in the laundry room." Buryson has not lifted, staring at the monitor on the wrist.

"Hahahaha." Three soldiers holding a weapon laughed, they knew that a room was full of a camp man's socks, what is the strong.

Several people smiled unscrupulous, and they made tires of armored vehicles. Rushing the rotten bodies of those who have been with the mud.

It is said that it is a command vehicle, in fact, because the volume of the electronic communication device is constantly compressed, this command vehicle and other step cars are not too big. It is only equipped with more expensive communication devices, and there are two larger communication antennas.

Similarly, because the development of the equipment, the communication soldiers equipped with traditional forces, the function has also changed significantly.

Instead of saying that there is a troops in this arms, such as making them more reasonable for information processing security soldiers.

These communication soldiers carry a server module that guarantees communication and information exchange, but they only reduce their own ammunition carrying, which gives most weights to the magic spark of the server to operate the server.

"We have already covered the edges of the signal ... Chief Executive." Sitting in the communication soldiers opposite Burrison, looking at the warning icon on his own helmet monitor, alert.

"It is about 5 kilometers or so, can I support?" Burrison didn't want his troops unable to obtain battlefield information, and could not call the timely air blow, so I asked.

"Should you ... go there, find a higher place, assume that the signal receiver can be." Communication soldiers thought about replied.

"There is no problem ..." Burrison nodded slightly, switch to the team General channel: "The back team! Pay attention to the alert ... Your position is a bit too late!"

"The car fault of the logistics guarantee detachment! Director! We have to slow down to catch up!" Inside the headphones, the 3-row of the Hall has no choice but to report.

"Okay! I am Burrison! The whole team stopped moving! Stop advance! The security team behind the temple has trouble!" Burrison didn't want to put a friendly army that was full of mouthfuls, and the friend of the road was alone. So immediately open the command.

With this order, the entire armored team has paused. Burrison bucks his helmet and reminds the same car through the channel: "I have to get off, you will best bring your mask, or you may be bold to be smoked."

All people have wear a mask. He pressed the wrench on the door of the archway. The instant is in the air, and the air begins to become slightly turbid.

Burrison frowned and looked at the muddy land outside the door. The black blood had long dry, and the wheels that have metamous humumps have been rolled.

He looked at the very comprehensive calves and foot skeletions protected by other skeletons. Looking at that is still a clean iron shell boots. I didn't think about it at a time. I didn't get off the bus ... -

Today, the state is not very good, the second will make up in the morning, it is really not moving ... Sorry.