The explosion echoed in the sky, and the splashing flames fell in people's vision.

Boom boom boom boom...

Neat and heavy steps continued to ring. Soon, a buzzing sound of the ox horn echoed under the sky, pulling the eyes of the person who had originally watched the debris of the explosion of missiles back to the light gate. If it weren't for the modern weapons in their hands and the sci-fi light gate there, they would have felt that they had returned to the ancient battlefield...

Several figures resembling human figures worked together to sound a huge horn.

In the light curtain, several black torrents came out with a overwhelming momentum, and countless steps took neatly. The black armor on their bodies collided and rubbed, making clanging sounds. Under the full-covered iron helmet, there was no expression of any face inside, only a pair of eyes exposed, full of fanaticism.

"What the hell is going on?"

The old man standing in front of the fallen chair looked at the snowflakes with disbelief and cleared out unknown creatures, but encountered an ancient army that came out of the light gate.

"It's impossible to be so coincidental...unless..."

Marshall was a professional soldier, and he could only think of one possibility. He trembled all over and picked up the communicator. "Immediately stop this strange army and send someone to communicate. If they do it, then... together with the Light Gate, bomb again!"

Around the light gate, some people were dispatched to approach the strange army that was still gushing out from the opposite side with weapons. Although the other party was holding cold weapons, the strange appearance from the opposite side of the light curtain made people feel uneasy.

The soldier walked carefully for a distance, stopped about fifty meters apart, and shouted to the other side, "This is the territory of the United States. Who are you? What do you want to do when you come here? Please answer my question!"

The wind blew over, rolled up sand and dust and flew over from sight. The tide of beasts wandering around grinned at the American soldier who was shouting and let out a series of warning roars.

The sound echoed, and the flag with strange patterns was spreading over there. A knight with black body sat on a single-horned black haired creature similar to a war horse, slowly raised one arm, and then the palm covered with armor leaves bent into a fist.

The army that gushed out of the sky stopped with a bang, and the sand and dust on the ground filled with neatly arranged figures.

"You have already set foot on the land of America. Please put down the weapons in your hands immediately..."

In the voice of the soldier, under the black flag, a figure different from the tall black soldiers around him walked to the side of the knight, looking slender and slender. He just stood there. While the knight nodded, he suddenly raised his arm and pulled a large bow without arrows in his hand.

Next second.

The bowstrings were scattered and the inscription flashed. The soldier who was still calling in front of him stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes, his lips trembled, and he lowered his eyes. He saw a black arrow inserted in his chest. The soldier stumbled back and turned around and staggered toward the team.

"They...get it..."

The soldier's mouth, holding his blood, stammered twice, and his body fell to the ground.

"Fire—"

Just as his subordinates fell, the commander of the team let out a hysterical roar. The nearby tank guns were adjusted, and the weapons in the soldiers' hands were resounding, and they launched an attack first.

At the same time, the tide of congested beasts seemed to have received orders to protect the light gate guarded by the army. In front of the army that came out, thousands of figures flipped out the tower shield behind them, and they were thundering and standing on the ground.

In an instant, bullets flew wildly from all around, and the creatures crowded in the front flew out, torn apart, fell down one after another with a shrill roar, penetrated the warheads of the flesh and blood and shot straight towards the black army there.

With a loud noise, the warhead hit the shield surface, Mars flashed by, and then there was a loud noise... It was full of metal hits, and a large number of sparks flashed on the black metal shield surface, leaving only white marks on it, and the rebounding bullets flew around, hitting the ground, splashing countless sand and gravel.

Soon, the rotating muzzle roared, and a black soldier standing in front exploded, and flew backwards with his people and shields, hitting his companion behind him. The flames exploded and the shock wave shaking the formation a few times, as if the formation could still be maintained as long as it was not hit head-on.

"It's our tank that has something wrong..." The old man rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

Looking at the formation that was constantly being bombarded, huge flames splashed, but the entire army of the opponent did not suffer much casualties. Under the flag in front of the light gate, the knight lowered his head and gave an order. After a moment, several hunched figures wearing hooded robe walked out and formed a small circle.

The hands spread out and pressed against each other. Just under the shelling opposite, several severely weathered cliffs nearby, rolling stones fell down, and several weathered giant rocks weighing dozens of tons slowly rose in the sunset light.

The battlefield observer noticed an abnormality, and the observation mirror swept around, quickly shouted from the roof of the jeep, "Retreat! Call the tank to retreat--"

After the words came, the huge rock that had been slowly rising with mud and sand in the blink of an eye and smashed it quickly as if it had accelerated its speed. A black soldier who had changed the magazine looked up and pulled his companions around him and rushed out. The huge black shadow passed by the position they had just fought and smashed on the tank next to him.

boom--

There was a loud metal twisting sound. The huge rock weighing dozens of tons had an impact force, smashing the tank stationed in the spot. The external armor was sunken, and the broken rock blocks in the collision made the gun barrel bend. The body of the overturned tank was splashing in the rocks, pressing a soldier next to it directly underneath. The rich plasma spread out from the gap and was soon absorbed by the dry sand and turned dark red.

More giant rocks were peeled off from nearby mountains, and more than 5,000 Mi soldiers who fled here fell down like meteorites.

First one, two, three, then more and more huge rocks fell, and the soldiers who wanted to fight back were pulled by their companions to keep a safe distance from the tank. A soldier in the tank opened the cover and just came out. A shadow covered the sky and enlarged. The next second, the sank directly along with the turret smashed, the rock bounced and rolled to the ground.

"Go! Retreat to Los Angeles and wait for reinforcements-"

The running soldier went to pull the companion who was still shooting, and shouted in response to the gunshots. However, the other party ignored him and he had to turn around and run. As soon as he took a few steps, a huge rock hit the crowd nearby. When he made a loud noise, he turned around. The companion who had fired the gun had broken his head by the scattered rock fragments, and his whole person fell to the ground with his weapons.

This is a battle different from the past, and there is even no combat example to learn from. If you have to compare it, it is like the collision between mechanical civilization and magic civilization.

Faced with the falling rocks, it was impossible for the Mid-American army, which had more than 5,000 men, to fight in infantry fighting vehicles. After only a dozen minutes of war, they were caught off guard by this unprecedented offensive method.

About half an hour later, the few black army began to take steps and advance around in formation, and cut the dead Mi soldiers on the ground, and met those who resisted and fired, and pushed them to defend themselves and narrowed the distance, and rushed out when they were waiting for the opponent to change bullets. They waved the cold weapon in their hands and chopped the opponent to the ground.

In the Guangmen, there were still troops slowly coming out. A cavalry team riding black one-horned and long-haired creatures, with a thousand numbers, rushed out of the Guangmen, saluting the knights under the black flag over there, and then chasing the Mi army soldiers walking around. One of the cavalry with hundreds of people rushed towards the command chariot, and the soldiers driving the vehicle hurriedly started the chariot.

Marshall lowered the window, raised his pistol and pulled the trigger at the leader's Knight.

The bullet bounced out of Mars on the opponent's body, and the opponent's speed did not decrease. He drove a conical rifle and hit the rear of the steering vehicle. The sharp end bent, and the armor on the vehicle body was also stabbed a little.

The chasing knight looked at the heavy gun, waved his hand and made a gesture, and the subordinates behind him immediately diverted and approached the accelerating command vehicle. Then, several cavalrymen and horses hit the side of the vehicle body with their men and horses. The huge impact force made the old man inside unstable and some civilian soldiers fall down.

"Can't stop!"

Marshall issued an order, and the enemy outside made another absolute. A cavalry raised his hand and stabbed the tire with a shot. Unlike the metal made of earth, it easily pierced a hole in the bulletproof tire.

The lost balance body was accelerating, and it deflected, turned over and fell, and slipped out for several meters before it could barely stop.

The car door opened, and as soon as a Mi army soldier got out, he was stabbed into his chest by the speeding cavalry and penetrated him on the cavalry. He was not dead yet, but a moment later, he was thrown to the ground and his head was poked with a shot.

Bang bang!

The pistol rang in the hand of the old man who had drilled out of the car twice, then dodged and avoided the tip of the gun that was stabbed from the side, but was also hit by the other party's Mercedes-Benz mount and flew out of the side.

While struggling, he raised his upper body, holding a gun in his hand, "Come on, you miscellaneous-"

He pulled the trigger several times in a row, and the bullet hit the cavalry armor and mounts rushing towards him. At the same time, the weapon in the opponent's hand thrusts down with a little light.

"Ahhhh--" The old man roared in despair before his death.

The next second, a red light flashed into the field of vision. The enemy who had originally rushed over sprinted and flew out to the side with his men and horses. The rafting spear was thrust into the mud on the side of the roaring old man.

Nearby, the thick mechanical limbs landed on the ground. Marshall turned his head and looked at it. It was a mecha that emitted dull metallic color. The rotating Vulcan cannon accurately and madly shot all the strange cavalry around to the ground. The thirty-seven-mm bullet was different from ordinary bullets. With the power of the Vulcan cannon's motor firing, it directly shot the opponent's armor and strong mounts.

Before the old man could come back to his senses, the mecha had already come over, and a robot arm hugged the old man on the ground, opened the propeller on his back, flew directly into the sky, and left here.

His vision was raised, and with the lingering red sunset, Marshall pulled his robotic arm to look down at the battlefield below.

The tank collapsed by the falling rocks, and the infantry fighting vehicle was overthrown by more than a dozen weird men wearing black armor. The soldiers inside grabbed guns and fought back, but were still lifted out by the opponent, pressed on the car door, and stabbed through it with one knife.

He saw the retreating soldiers boarding a jeep and fleeing here...

I also saw that the subordinates who were still resisting were hit by bullets by several cavalrymen...

Seeing the entire battlefield, it turned into hell for a moment, with people running away everywhere, with their vision getting higher and higher, and vaguely, you could still see the light gate and the continuous stream of enemies gushing out until the old man couldn't see it.

Soon after, the flying mecha landed on a brown and weathered cliff, and there were temporary tents nearby. Several people wearing tattered scientific research uniforms stood there. When one of the black men came towards the old man, the mecha's hatch opened.

Natalie, with a brunette hair, came out of it and lowered her head in front of the old man.

"Sorry...I'm all causing this."

In the whimpering wind, her voice sounded.

The old man looked at the woman in front of him in silence, then raised his hand.

Bang-

He slapped her in the face.

The sunset burned the west clouds and sprinkled a piece of red.

The flames burned on the wreckage of the chariot. When black smoke floated, a soldier in black armor dragged a prisoner through, came to the flag, and threw the American soldier in his hand to the guarded knight.

The latter, from the mount, walked to the soldier on the warm sand, took off his armor, revealing his dark skin, and then pressed his palm against the soldier's forehead with a terrified expression.

moment.

The soldier was twitching and trembling as if he was electrocuted. A little while, his palms left his head, and his trembling body fell down stiffly.

The knight put on his hand armor again and looked at his surroundings. His fingertips pointed a little on the side of the helmet. The covered armor was closed like a blind, revealing a gray face.

"An interesting place..."

"There is a city called Los Angeles ahead, attack there, and then, build a teleportation node."

He was not speaking any language on the earth, his voice was as harsh as metal rubbing.

Wave.

The pursuit army then turned around and advanced westward.
Chapter completed!