One step, two steps, three steps!

Somo ran extremely fast, but the flying aliens were watching from behind. Their speed and reaction, after the tornado disappeared, were even faster than Somo!

In terms of number, the flying aliens in the miscellaneous troops account for only five percent.

But under the base number of eight thousand and five, there are as many as five hundred!

At this time, as the airflow returned to normal, they rushed over like extremely hungry vultures!

It was dark and dense, like a black cloud.

They are not worried about the mysterious lion warrior Simba counterattacking at this moment.

They saw with their own eyes that the tornado disappeared due to lack of energy, and they also saw with their own eyes the "panicked" Somo running with Connie in his arms on the deck.

The foreign knowledge system tells them that this moment when energy is exhausted is when the enemy's defense is at its weakest and when it is easiest to break through.

So, they rushed!

They rush ten times faster than other alien races. They want to rush to the deck of the Hope and have a good meal!

[Gonggong reminder.18 seconds.]

[Gonggong reminder.13 seconds.]

When the Gonggong prompt sounded at the 9th second, in the sight of all the flying aliens, Simba, the lion-man transformed into Somo, successfully "escaped" to the door of the cockpit.

Seeing this, the leader of the flying alien race could only shake his head regretfully, and watched helplessly as the lion man Simba took Connie into the seemingly safe iron house and hid.

At the same time, they also saw clearly the little people on the deck who looked like food in the distance.

Um?

The skin can reflect luster, and its appearance is somewhat similar to that of humans.

This doesn’t look very appetizing!

With such dissatisfaction, they made sharp screams and rushed down, hoping to tear into the delicious flesh and blood as soon as possible.

but.

What greeted them was a death metal storm!

Da..da.da.da.da!

It was like a symphony played by top musicians, and like a rainstorm that had been brewing for a long time and finally poured down.

When the flying aliens saw these villains controlling the black weapons in front of them and slowly raising them, their biological instincts made them feel something was wrong.

But I haven't given them a chance to react yet.

The body is overwhelmed!

Flesh and blood shattered!

The wings and the head fly together, and the black blood becomes the same color as the sky!

In front of mankind's real bloody weapons, they are as fragile as paper!

The maximum rate of fire of each Type 80 general-purpose machine gun is about 800 rounds per minute. When converted to seconds, it is 13 rounds per second.

Four machine guns at the bow and stern, plus two on the port side, when facing the aliens flying down, the six machine guns can pour out a full 80 rounds of bullets in one second!

Moreover, with the help of the Gonggong fire control auxiliary system, all agents' bullets are not fired aimlessly. Instead, they can still control the "range sweep" at the extreme rate of fire.

What is this concept?

Just imagine, if 80 rounds of bullets can be aimed at one place and fired, ensuring that there will be no mistakes, each bullet can hit this point continuously according to the rhythm.

In this case, even the strong tank armor cannot withstand such continuous kinetic energy collisions, let alone these aliens who are almost delivering food.

These flying aliens do not have strong carapace, nor any special ability to increase their defense.

Under the baptism of 7.62-caliber bullets, in almost four or five breaths, large blood sprays burst into the sky.

Some aliens even had their heads cut off by bullets before they could react, leaving only their bodies helplessly fluttering in the air twice before falling into the sea below.

Eight seconds?

Five seconds?

Sumo, who was standing in the cockpit, couldn't count, and these flying aliens were even less interested in counting.

After a single contact, without any resistance at all, the leader of the flying alien race died in the air without even being able to send out a warning message.

This massacre happened too quickly.

When all the aliens in the sky were almost wiped out, the powerful troops and miscellaneous soldiers in the distance were still on their way anxiously.

The aliens in the sea below were still enthusiastically attacking the bottom of the Hope with their weapons.

"Damn, this boat is so hard, and it bounces back twice from time to time, which makes my hands hurt so much!"

"This is a hedgehog. If I cut it with my knife, there will be only a little mark on it. It's hard to resist."

"If the strength of this Austrian clan is not good enough, I will just get a turtle shell. When I take their heads, I must ask Sir Curse Tiger for credit."

"Wait, buddy, don't be in a hurry to kill them. They are going to die anyway. Why don't you let me be a real tauren, go up and catch this golden lion king, and have a great time."

"I know, your idea is okay, wait, what's the sound above!"

"What? Isn't this the sound of us attacking the ship? Could it be that the Austrian tribe's counterattack is not the result?"

"You're right, don't worry, keep digging!"

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Ordinary aliens do not have a core. At this point when the night is still thick, staying in the sea water is basically equivalent to giving up the vision 15 meters away.

As for these Kuhaha who are building ships under the sea, once they distance themselves from the leader, they are basically fighting alone.

Including the sound of machine gun fire erupting from above, they paid no attention at all.

There are too many alien races!

There are many weird abilities. If it makes some noise, that's normal. But if it's deserted, that's a big problem.

Some stubborn aliens even followed the sound of machine gun fire and began to beat the bottom of the Hope very rhythmically.

It’s not just playing, it’s better than playing!

No one would worry about whether these two lion men who suddenly jumped out of the cracks in the rocks would be able to fight back.

With the number of more than 20,000 alien races, these alien races are even more concerned about.

Who can seize the ownership of the Hope!

"Charge and kill. Whoever can be the first to board the deck of the Lion King will be rewarded with 500 kilograms of meat!"

"Whoever can chop off Simba's lion head will have all the glory and wealth in this life, and the five royal families will guarantee it to you!"

"Kill Simba first, then Su Laomo, charge!"

"Simba, accept your fate!"

"Golden Retriever Lion King, I'm going to tear your rotten mouth apart!"

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Relying on the high-definition night vision cameras at the bow and stern of the Hope, as well as the upgraded sky eyes.

In the picture analysis system, from any angle, Sumo could see the undisguised madness in the eyes of these aliens!

They are like hungry wolves who smell the smell of blood, they can't wait to come up and eat the meat!

Even the machine gun on the bow of the ship was still firing.

They were not afraid, as if they had not seen or heard anything, they continued to launch a death charge against the Hope.

At this time, the powerful troops from the rear also quietly surrounded us.

Unlike the miscellaneous troops in the front, these powerful troops seemed a little tired at this time due to the rapid march.

They did not choose to attack immediately like the miscellaneous troops, but stayed quietly on the water to recover their strength.

At the same time, the fire and loud noises on the deck of the Hope also attracted their attention.

The force troops were aiming at the starboard side, and no fire was fired from this side.

All the firepower was concentrated in the front, so after a brief hesitation, the top leader of the force did not pay attention.

After eating the special dried meat in his hand to regain his strength, he took a break from his busy schedule to open the game panel. After checking the anxious inquiries from the five royal families, he sent a message to Curse Tiger Clark as if to comfort him.

"The battle is going well. We have successfully surrounded the Austrian tribe. They have no way to escape."

"Moreover, the mysterious lion warrior Simba has lost his energy and now he doesn't know where he is hiding."

"It only takes half an hour for our troops to successfully capture this bastard shell!"

Three messages were sent one after another. Before Clark could reply, the leader of the Power Alien clan confidently closed the core game panel.

This approach made the five royal families once again want to connect to the video and see the battle situation but failed.

"Brothers, it's finally time for us to make a contribution. It doesn't matter if we can't defeat Old Mo Su. As long as we finish this job, we can also get the huge amount of materials rewarded by the royal family."
To be continued...