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Chapter 201 Fierce Line of Defense III 【Subscription】

Flash Displacement has unparalleled advantages.

No matter how tight the encirclement of the flying monster is, it is destined to be unable to swallow him.

The two M134 rotary machine guns in Chen Xuan's hands continued to fire.

From time to time, a Batwing Demon or Poisonous Vulture would spin and fall to the ground after being wounded.

Even if you are lucky enough not to fall to your death, you will be compensated by nearby adventurers and mercenaries.

After killing dozens of flying monsters, the bullets in the chain box were exhausted.

The barrel of the gun glowed with a blue light like a hot iron blanket, so hot that it could be used to grill meat.

But it was not directly burned like the M2 heavy machine gun.

Because the two are not weapons of the same generation.

The M134 rotary machine gun was developed based on the M61 heavy-duty Vulcan machine gun.

So it is also called MINI Vulcan.

When it turned out, the M2 heavy machine gun had already been mass-produced and served for more than half a century.

Both differ in structure and process materials.

The M134 has six barrels, which are fired in turn under the rotation of the motor.

The wear of each barrel is not easy to reach the shooting threshold within a reasonable rate of fire.

It is equivalent to six barrels "serving" this gun.

And it has two barrel specifications, one is carbon steel based on high alloy chrome molybdenum steel.

This alloy barrel is widely used in most service rifles today.

For example, the well-known AR series rifles.

The second is stainless steel, mainly 416 stainless steel, with 12%~14% chromium, low carbon content, good corrosion resistance, and good processing quality.

After being manufactured into a barrel, the service life is generally stronger than that of a carbon steel barrel.

Its tensile strength can reach 7030.69 kilogram force per square centimeter (kgf/cm).

The Rockwell hardness value is usually between 25-32.

The difference is that stainless steel barrels cost more than carbon steel.

It is not yet common in service rifles, but most of the precision marksman rifles introduced later have stainless steel barrels.

The M134 vehicle machine gun is said to be a "newcomer", but it has also been in service for seven or eighty years.

During this period, it has undergone many remodeling and design enhancements, and has already been fully updated. A more durable barrel is used, and the shooting life is naturally longer.

Of course, the M134 is a rapid-fire weapon after all, and its maximum rate of fire is several times higher than that of the M2 heavy machine gun. In addition, it has more electrified parts, and the overall loss rate can only be said to be half a catty.

But in the current battle situation, it is still very powerful.

As long as Chen Xuan is willing, these two M134 heavy machine guns will be able to fight again after replacing the chain box with a new one!
It's just that the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, and there is not much time left for him.

He has only five M134 machine guns in total.

In a hurry, Su Lapei couldn't get more good goods.

We can only wait for the batch of second-hand Bacteria-aided U.S. equipment to arrive.

Use the ingestion ability of the storage compartment to quickly put away the weapon.

The monsters below have advanced to the third echelon.

Under the command of Tansen Mars, the adventurers and mercenaries fought and retreated, and retreated towards the last large magic circle.

There will be time for them to evacuate back to the tower.

As the distance advanced, the offensive of the long-range monsters suddenly stagnated.

They also need to move to a position closer to the temporary defense line to ensure that the range can cover the rear.

However, under the situation where the flying monsters followed one after another, the pressure on the defense line defenders did not get much relief.

The dozens of flying monsters that Chen Xuan killed were just the tip of the iceberg.

After the first siege was fruitless, most of the flying monsters decisively changed their targets.

Only a small group remained to fight with him, and the rest all threw themselves to the ground.

The bat-winged demon roared past people's heads, opening its mouth from time to time to howl with silent super-frequency sound waves.

Every sound wave can ripple in the air,

Adventurers who are attacked will be knocked into the air as if they were hit by a super pendulum.

The attack method of the carrion vulture is more disgusting.

Their main form of attack while flying is to spray putrid sap blobs.

I saw the chest cavity and neck of the rotten vulture throbbing for a while, and then a mass of dark green liquid the size of a melon flew out, and when it landed on the ground, it would spread and spread instantly.

If it hits the human body directly, it will quickly wear down and corrode the magic essence of body protection, and then melt the flesh and blood body into a puddle of stinky water.

In addition, the claws and sharp beaks of these rotting vultures contain toxins, and if the defenses are broken, the toxins will explode in a short time.

Those who are recruited can be paralyzed in the slightest, and poisoned to death on the spot in severe cases.

This makes the retreating defenders miserable, and they must be careful at all times to avoid stepping on the putrid liquid.

As for those huge Rotten Heart Demon Eagles, they were even more arrogant.

They are like air buses, whizzing past the defense line.

It swoops down from time to time, and every time its huge sharp claws sweep the ground, it can take away at least a dozen adventurers.

Barricades and repelling horses are as vulnerable as models under their claws.

Even the solid tower is as fragile as tofu in front of the giant claws that can break metal and rock.

With the city crossbows in the outer direction withdrawing to the city ahead of time, these evil-minded demon eagles appeared to be unscrupulous.

Arrows fired by black iron or bronze rangers can't even break through the defense of feathers.

There are also burrowing worms traveling around the ground.

They bulge the ground, and sometimes directly devour adventurers on the ground.

The tubular mouth full of sharp teeth is like a meat grinder, and it only takes a moment to squeeze and chew the unlucky eggs that fall into the mouth.

Therefore, the pace of on-site retreat is much faster than planned.

Moreover, it is said to be a retreat, but it is actually a rout.

After the temporary city wall collapsed, the ground front completely collapsed without holding on for two rounds.

If it weren't for the orderly arrangement in advance, the rout alone could cause stampede casualties.

The monsters advance by land and air, and it is normal that this temporary defender cannot stop them.

A face-to-face fight of blood and fire still depends on the trained legion.

Above the tower on the front line, Tanson Mars's expression remained unchanged, as if he knew this would happen a long time ago.

"You go."

"The defensive plan in the rear remains unchanged."

"Activate it when the monster center crosses the freezing trap."

He said loudly to the bannermen around him.

"Then... what about you?"

One of the banner soldiers hurriedly asked.

But I saw Tanson Mars neatly adjusting the buckle of the chest armor.

Backhand took the two-handed giant sword engraved with flame patterns from the hand of the servant beside him.

"I am a lieutenant, so naturally I want to fight for the city."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his battle sword and jumped down from the 30-meter-high tower.

The magic essence gathered in his lower body, forming a cloud-like cushion.

After landing, dust rose.

Tansen Mars held the sword in both hands, and the orange-red flame rose upwards from the gauntlet, and finally covered the entire wide sword body.

A phantom of a wolf's head surrounded by flames faintly emerged from the flames.

He also has the same tattoo on his right arm.

This is the symbol of the family Tansen belongs to, Fire Wolf Mars.

Legend has it that there is a powerful legendary fire spirit among the ancestors of Mars' family.

Therefore, the blood of the younger generation contains the power to control flames.

Either become a fire-friendly spellcaster, or practice fire-attribute magic skills.

Holding the flaming epee, Tansen gradually accelerated his pace and ran towards the defeated crowd at the front.

He was clearly wearing armor and holding an epee, but his steps were very agile.

Soon he arrived at the forefront of the rout, and the black-backed pigs chaotically chaotic, and the dog monsters who devoured people made the scene chaotic.

The sound of crying, screaming, and fighting can be heard endlessly.

No one cared about Tansen, most of them just wanted to escape.

But running fast is not necessarily a good thing. Those aerial monsters like to hunt down fast runners who are alone.

Only a small number of adventurers and mercenaries are still relying on small teams or geographical advantages to carry out difficult resistance.

There are corpses everywhere on the ground, both monsters and aborigines.

Blood of various colors mixed together, and they accumulated under the corpse, forming a strange oil paint.

Tansen raised his fire sword and leaped high, slashing forward.

The scorching flames swept out, even forming a shock wave of flames.

Under the light of the sword, both the black-backed pig and the dog devil were instantly chopped.

The diffuse flames covered the surrounding area, forming a sea of ​​flames with a radius of five or six meters.

None of the guys who can cultivate to the peak of the silver level are simple characters.

After all, at this stage, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a gold-level reserve.

In the air, holding two AK74 rifles and fighting and retreating, Chen Xuan had a panoramic view of everything.

I was amazed at the power of that magic trick.

Yes, Tansen Mars was doing serious tricks, not magic.

This was the first time Chen Xuan saw the elemental magic skills with his own eyes.

It can be seen that Tansen does have a few brushes.

In fact, in the entire city of Magtan, there are only seven people with peak silver-level strength.

Among them is the president of the Adventurer's Association, the tauren Virginio Woolfoot.

And Angela Lauder of the Society of Magic.

The combat power system of the aborigines is stable, but there is a huge gap between the combat power classes.

Strength can change status and treatment to a certain extent.

Those from a humble background can rise gradually by virtue of their strength.

However, there is a paradox involved here, that is, a humble background will affect the resources and time for practice.

Unless you are very lucky, it is indeed difficult for most people to get ahead.

It's an underlying balance.

There will always be a handful of people who can become the top of the pyramid.

Either you have the qualifications, or you have the resources, or you can only rely on luck and chance.

In short, Tanson Mars' performance can be regarded as refreshing Chen Xuan's inherent understanding of the aborigines.

The flaming sword slashed in all directions, and the sparks floating all over the sky unexpectedly partially stopped the advancement of the monsters on the ground.

Occasionally, flying monsters that don't open their eyes pounce and will be split in half by Tansen with a jump.

He bought time for the others to evacuate.

But after all, what Tansen can affect is only a small area.

In the defense line of the village, the rout happened almost all over the place.

Much more than this one place.

Chen Xuan calmly floated in the air holding a rifle and shooting harassingly.

It is mainly aimed at those batwing demons and rotten vultures flying all over the sky.

Seeing that the fleeing adventurers and monsters are about to approach the position of the preset large magic circle.

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a few figures entangled with monsters below.

Immediately put away the rifle, took out an RPG loaded with 70mm armor-piercing bullets, opened the ruler, activated the super sense, attached the magic element to it, and made a gesture of aiming.

I saw an orc holding a damaged shield and a battle ax below, blocking the front covered in blood.

Beside him, there is also a dwarf warrior Frode who is less than 1.3 meters tall, and he is vigorously stabbing out the spear with half of the head broken.

There are also several mercenaries with different weapons nearby who are resisting together.

Everyone has wounds on their body.

"I can't stop it!"

"Quickly withdraw to the back of the magic circle!"

The orc warrior Mogroga roared loudly.

There were bloodstains on the bucked fangs.

"Walk together!"

The dwarf beside him threw the battered spear in his hand vigorously, and stabbed a black-backed pig in the eye socket.

He waved his hand and drew out the two daggers at his waist to block the pounced dog demon.

Although he is not big in stature, he is not small in strength.

Just when the two were about to leave, a violent wind swept across the ground.

"Wow!"

A loud chirping sound appeared, and a Devil Eagle swooped down.

The huge claws plowed across the ground, leaving several ravine-like marks, knocking everyone in the path flying.

And the dwarf warrior is just in front of the plow direction of the giant claw.

At this unstoppable moment, a green figure flashed across with a domineering posture, and directly pushed Frode out.

"Mogroga!"

The dwarf warrior roared, his voice full of panic and sadness.

"Survive..."

I saw the orc warrior Mogroga being hooked by the giant claws of the Devil's Falcon.

The body broke into two halves, and each flew more than ten meters away.

It didn't show any resistance, and after pushing away Frode, it only left unfinished instructions.

That is "survive... go!"

The green blood unique to orcs spilled, and Mogroga's mouth was bleeding, obviously dead.

The evil-hearted demon eagle picked up a corpse that had been picked up and swallowed it with its neck raised as it flew.

Dwarf warrior Frode's eyes turned red.

Tears ran across his sweat-stained face, leaving two traces of tears.

He didn't care about wiping away his tears, he stared blankly at Mogroga's body for the last time, and then staggered towards the retreating direction.

"Live..."

"I want to live!"

At this time, the culprit, the Devil Eagle with a Rotten Heart, swooped down again.

The target was Frode the dwarf, who was staggering and fleeing.

This guy's intelligence is not low, and he is completely teasing him at this time.

Desperate wind pressure appeared, feeling the whistling overhead, Frode fell to the ground with despair on his face.

"Mogroga, I'm sorry..."

"I'll come to drink with you soon..."

He fell face down, his eyes blurred with tears.

In a trance, he thought of his good brother Moge Luoga, and also thought of his wife and children far away in Sanbao.

Just when he was desperately waiting for death to come.

There was an explosion like a thunderclap.

"Boom!"

The violent shock wave blew him lying on the ground several meters away.

"boom!"

"Crackling!"

Accompanied by the tremor of the ground, Frode felt a smelly warm raindrop falling on his neck and body.

He raised his head, and before he could take a closer look, he froze immediately.

In front of him stood a human with a strange long pipe.

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(End of this chapter)