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Volume 10 Bug 167: Deep in the jungle, the battle seven thousand years later

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.    We got out of the car at the edge of a jungle that was too dense to drive into.  The first thing Tintin Xiaoge did after getting out of the car was to summon his dungeon-specific familiar: the Demon Prison Soul.  Fortunately, this time the red wolf was chosen as a sacrifice by the demon from another world, and died on the ground the moment the resisting fighting spirit appeared.  Before his body could cool down, Longbow Shooting Sun successfully revived him.

    Then, we started our long journey.  The group of commandos wearing strange armors walked in front to guide us. Actually, this is not necessary. Although our magic map cannot show this land seven thousand years later, before we set off, Colonel Duffy gave us each  We have a "information map", which not only marks the location of us and the target, but also marks the direction we are facing now.  With this high-end magic equipment, I think even Niu Baiwan won't necessarily get lost in this jungle.

    Well, maybe for Niu Baiwan who always looks for the wrong door in the dilapidated and narrow three-story building of the union headquarters, my idea is a bit too optimistic.

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    We walked in this jungle, which made me feel very strange: the jungle in my memory has never been so quiet, with giant pythons foraging in the forest, wild wolves haunting the shadows of the dark forest, and patrolling the hills.  The tigers and leopards among them, the backward savage tribes scattered throughout the jungle These dangerous creatures are always hiding in the darkness of the jungle, staring at the strange visitors with hostility, and pounce when they relax their vigilance.  Go ahead and take their lives in the most horrific and cruel way imaginable.  Countless adventurers died under these dense giant vines and trees - and more than once - until they finally learned the jungle law of survival of the strong, and then they became the hunters and killers of this land,  Death was cast upon the heads of these once mighty jungle natives.

    Yes, in my memory from seven thousand years ago, the jungle was always a noisy and lively place - in some respects, it was even more lively than those densely populated cities.  Killing and death constitute an unstoppable cruel melody in the jungle, played out again and again between the hunter and the hunted.  I once thought that this mutual killing would go on forever and never stop.

    However, seven thousand years later, the jungle is so quiet that it is cold and cold. Wherever I look, it is difficult to see any animal - whether living or dead - even the straight and straight tree shadows are like  Soldiers who have been carefully trained generally line up neatly. No matter the height or thickness, the direction of the branches or the shape of the crown, they all look so similar. It is not so much that they are following some natural law.  "Growing", it is better to say that they are "produced" in batches in a special mold.

    I have never seen a jungle like this. Those uniform trees don¡¯t look like a vibrant and green life, but more like neatly arranged tombstones in a cemetery.  Before this, I never thought that one day I would use the word "lifeless" to describe a large area of ??lush life, but now, here, everything is like this.

    I really can't imagine these intelligent beings seven thousand years from now. They can build their cities as beautiful as dreams, and use solidified steel and bricks to build a splendor that dazzles the gods.  But they don't know how to treat the lives that originally grew up in this world like them, and they don't know how to dig out the fresh and wild natural beauty from the essence of life.  They replaced those divine creations with man-made ones, living in a closed world of self-production and consumption without any surprises.  Compared with them, even the most brutal adventurers who kill countless wolves and tigers in groups in the jungle seem to be unswerving How should I put it?  Just like what those involved in space mentioned "environmentalists", they are just used to communicating with nature in a puzzling and barbaric way, but never try to change everything and let  The world becomes their consumer product.

    I like this world seven thousand years later. To be honest, I love all these mysterious and dazzling achievements developed by those hard-working and knowledgeable descendants, who have explored a development path that we have never imagined.  But, I have to say, if they could live more harmoniously with nature, I would love it a thousand times more than I do now.

    Just as I was complaining about the rigidity of this world, the commando captain who was walking in front with three stars painted on his armored shoulder pads suddenly stopped.  He clenched his left hand into a fist and raised it high. All the soldiers who were leading us also stood still with bated breath.  Ahead, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed, and then a sharp whistling sound came from the silent air.

    "Quickly, everyone spread out." The captain suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, then jumped to the side like a cheetah, pressing his back against a tree.Behind the big tree.  In an instant, I saw a ball of fire flying close to us like lightning, falling directly between us, and then making a deafening explosion.  The big tree closest to it was blown into two sections. Metal shrapnel mixed with wood chips flew in all directions along with the soil, instantly penetrating the bodies of several commandos. Their heavy armors were almost like shreds of paper.  The pieces were torn apart in an instant, and the blood and flesh sprayed out were dazzlingly red even in this dark night.

    A blood-and-blood fight seven thousand years later happened to us unexpectedly.

    What attacked us was a huge steel monster. It stood there as high as two stories, and its lower limbs were two sturdy but not too thick metal feet - this ensured that it would not be lost in the dense jungle.  It has no obvious head, torso or limbs blocked by trees. It is an irregular hexagonal cabin supported by two metal legs. Two light projectile cannons are set up on both sides of the cabin. At this time,  We were sprayed with artillery fire one after another.  Next to the two gun barrels, there is a launcher capable of hanging four missiles. One of the launchers is missing a missile. It seems that it was used during the surprise attack on us just now.

    The movement here attracted other mechanical monsters that were patrolling around. Not far away, some flashing red lights were approaching in our direction.  It wasn't until this life that I discovered that our enemies had actually ambushed so many ferocious and dangerous behemoths in this quiet jungle. What's funny is that I had always thought that this quiet forest was very safe.

    "Kill them." The dwarf priest Longbow Shooting Sun, who was more excited to see his enemies than his relatives, bravely waved the magnetic energy cannon in his hand that was larger than his body, and rushed out with a roar.  About thirty steps away from the combat machine, two huge light bullets roared out from the muzzle, and then grazed the edge of the target and shot into the distance. It wasn't until a while later that I saw what was ahead of me.  Two strong fires burst out from the mountains far away, followed by the roar of explosions.

    Apart from proving that light travels faster than sound, this powerful magnetic energy cannon seems to have no greater use in the hands of a longbow shooter.

    "Idiot, don't you even aim your gun?" Seeing this, Fei Yin couldn't help but curse, then she picked up the equally astonishing Hydra speed blaster with both hands, holding it on her waist and firing it unscrupulously  Sweeping around, screaming and rushing forward - by the way, respected president, what qualifications do you have to criticize others for not aiming

    "Hold on, don't fight like that." Behind him, Tintin Xiaoge's voice came from far away - Hey, when did this guy run so far?  ¡ª¡ªHe reminded us loudly while controlling the Demon Prison War Spirit to rush towards the enemy:

    "Longbow, your gun cannot fire continuously" Tintin Xiaoge shouted, "for a target that is not B, even if one shell cannot destroy it, it can be disabled. Two rounds in a row can cripple it.  The shot is a waste; and if the first shot misses, you can still use the second shot to correct the attack Oh, it¡¯s in vain to shout, this idiot has already killed the ball.¡±

    As we can see, after the two shells fired by the long bow missed, he rushed to the huge combat machine waving the personal staff and nunchucks.  The nunchucks, which have been upgraded and improved many times, are no longer made of the two simple bones. The purple level 62 magic crystal "Heart of Thunder and Fire" inlaid on one end of the face makes this nunchaku unique.  The close-range magic weapon is filled with powerful electric energy, so that every swing of it is accompanied by a blue spark of electric energy; while the "Magic Rock Crystal" inlaid on the other end increases the weapon's power by 5%.  Critical hit probability - given the appalling melee attack speed of his staff, this increase in critical hit probability is even more decisive than the additional damage attribute.

    In just five seconds after being hit by a long bow, the huge fighting machine had lost nearly one-fifth of its durability.  Unfortunately, our dwarf priest obviously did not notice that he was seriously injured when he charged into the battle, with less than one-third of his remaining health, and the combat machine had already aimed its missile launcher at him  ¡­

    I guess you can't imagine what it would be like if a missile hit a person in the face within less than ten steps. In fact, I can't imagine it at all. But if you are very lucky, maybe the Japanese will think it is very good to shoot a longbow.  I've seen it with my own eyes, unfortunately.  Our dwarf priest was instantly ignited like a big firecracker, and the huge explosion instantly dug a big hole in the ground.

    I really can¡¯t believe that in such a huge explosion, Longbow Shooting Sun was lucky enough to leave a complete body. I thought that this scruffy little man with a long beard would occupy a thinner posture.  It was a vast area that he had never had the pleasure of occupying.  Fortunately, otherwise, when his soul is resurrected again,But where to find his body?

    Originally, I was worried that in this world seven thousand years later, my spacewalker friends would not be able to continue their strong vitality, but when Longbow Shooting Sun jumped up from the ground again not long after, I immediately  I know that my worries are completely unnecessary - seven thousand years can't change the specialness of these strange visitors from another world. Their abilities obviously have nothing to do with time. I guess it has more to do with space.  related.

    After killing Longbow Shooting Sun, the fighting machine strode towards Fei Yin.  Its two light cannons frequently fired deadly rays, beating our president back repeatedly.  Fei Yin also tried to fight back. In fact, the firepower of her counterattack was much more violent than that of the fighting machine. The "Hydra" howled hysterically in her hands and scattered countless light bullets into the wind.  Raining down on the enemy.  However, the strange thing is that this powerful firepower has an incredible hit rate. No matter how Fei Yin aims, these light bullets gradually scatter after flying for a certain distance, and only less than half of them can hit the target.

    "President, that's not how your gun is used" Tintin Xiaoge shouted again, "that gun is for fire suppression. The hit rate on a single target is too low. Jeff, I let the fighting spirit haunt me.  He, hurry up and hit him."

    Before he finished speaking, the wandering Demon Prison War Spirit had already moved close to the fighting machine.  His attack had a significant effect, and soon the metal monster's durability dropped to less than half.  But it is obvious that the enemy's attack power is more powerful. After a while, the HP of the Demon Prison War Spirit is less than one-third.

    No need for Ding Ding Xiao Ge to remind me, I had already noticed that Fei Yin¡¯s momentum was not good, I immediately held up the shield with my left hand, picked up the assault rifle with my right hand and fired while diagonally thrusting towards her.  When I approached the fighting machine, the Demon Prison Fighting Soul was shouting angrily, "You idiot, share your soul with me" while retreating. Tintin Xiaoge's soul connection was slowing down.  Slowly add life to him.  I raised my shield to block the two rays coming towards me, and then aimed at the combat machine and fired repeatedly - you have to admit that although I have never been trained to shoot weapons, I am indeed very talented in this area.  The green light bullets ejected from the mouth hit the target one after another, and none of them missed.

    What?  You asked me how far away I was from it at that time?  So, from this distance, I could probably spit all over its face.

    Hey, what¡¯s so funny about this?  Doesn't the close distance mean that I have a talent for practicing shooting?

    Although I fired ammunition and hit the torso of the combat machine repeatedly, it was a pity that it didn't cause much damage to it - in fact, if you don't have enough energy to hit, you can't even determine its durability.  Is it really reduced?

    "Jeff, what the hell did you choose" Fei Yin turned her gun and beat the other five combat machines that were approaching in groups in the distance with scars - there is no doubt that this time she chose  Got the target right - and scolded me mercilessly, "Flashlight?"

    God knows what the "flashlight" she is talking about is, but I feel that if it is a weapon, it may not be less powerful than the assault rifle in my hand.  I barely withstood an impact from the combat machine, and was about to change my rifle to the long sword I was used to, when a black figure suddenly flashed out from behind the combat machine.

    There were two muffled sounds, and two thick green lights pierced the right leg joint of the thing like two sharp swords.  It trembled and staggered back two steps, and then its right leg made a harsh "crack, bang, bang" sound as the metal twisted and deformed. Then it suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang" and a wisp of green smoke came out of the cabin.  Then it stopped moving.

    That was the invisible assassin Red Wolf. He touched the back of the machine at some point, almost put the muzzle of the gun against it and fired two shots, finally destroying it completely.

    When Red Wolf disappeared and left again, I saw him holding a huge screw in one hand - this veteran thief had already removed one of the parts from the machine at some point.

    I was startled and backed away quickly, fearing that during the fierce battle, he would take away the important piece of protective gear I was wearing - this would be a fatal matter.

    Almost at the same moment when the machine fell to the ground, a shrill sound broke through, and then I saw a sharp green light burst out of Tintin Xiaoge's hiding place, shooting into the approaching machine not far away.  The front section of the cabin of another combat machine.  Although a lot of it had been knocked off by Fei Yin, it still had nearly half of its durability left. Under normal circumstances, it would take a lot of effort to kill this killing machine.  But what¡¯s surprising is that after being hit by this shot, the durability of this machine was instantly reset to zero., immediately froze his body, then slowly and dully rotated the cabin, and then collapsed to the ground, motionless.

    "Yeah, one shot to the head" Tintin Xiaoge screamed with excitement and danced arrogantly, but he didn't forget to remind us, "Hit the red light above its head, that's its vital point."

    After understanding the key points of this fighting machine, including the joints of the legs and the red light above the head, the battle will gradually become simpler.  Fei Yin uses her dense and powerful firepower to suppress enemies who try to approach us at a certain distance. Although it is difficult for her to destroy the opponent, it provides us with more opportunities; whether with a sword or with a  Gun, I still held my shield high and rushed to the forefront, trying my best to resist the enemy closest to us, and standing with me was Tintin Xiaoge¡¯s Demon Prison Fighting Soul; Longbow Shooting Sun restrained his impulse after his resurrection.  , and honestly started his job as a battlefield healer - but every time his double-barreled magnetic energy cannon was filled with energy, he would blast out the shells without hesitation, and the power of the weapon he chose was indeed  Astonishingly, the remains of at least one combat machine can be harvested almost every time.

    If we are fighting in a regular way, then Tintin Xiaoge and Red Wolf are simply harvesting.  Red Wolf has perfected the evil behavior of an assassin lurking and waiting for a fatal blow. Every time he will choose a combat machine with a durability of less than a quarter to attack, using his two small but powerful explosive weapons.  Shoot the weapon to remove one of your opponent's legs.

    However, although Red Wolf's tactics are very effective, he has to wait for the "invisibility" skill to cool down most of the time. In comparison, Tintin Xiaoge's attacks are more vicious.  This cunning orc warlock's preference for the long-range sniper rifle is not unreasonable. He seems to be quite talented with this weapon. With the help of the advanced aiming system, he aims at the fatal parts of the combat machinery almost every five times.  A gun can kill one.

    At the same time, we have gradually become familiar with the alert mode of these combat machines, moving forward at a relatively stable speed, and maintaining an appropriate distance when encountering enemies, so as to keep the enemies they attract within our controllable range.  In this way, we moved forward steadily in the jungle until a huge base appeared in front of us
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