With his heart beating fast, Jason rushed out like an arrow from the string.
The [Charge] of the proficient level not only has a longer distance than the [Charge] of the basic level, but also has a faster speed.
However, the maximum distance of 30 meters is not enough to really get close to the chariot regiment coming from afar.
So, when the effect of [Charge] was about to disappear, Jason activated [Charge] again.
A large amount of blood poured into the heart again.
It is then sent from the heart to all parts of the body.
Almost instantly, Jason's body temperature rose by two degrees.
Then, Jason's speed, which had just slowed down, increased again.
The non-stop [Charge] caused the consumption of physical strength to increase, but Jason couldn't control so much at this time.
You know, the chariot is not just for crushing!
It, and the turret.
It, and the machine gun.
Once you stop, you become a target.
Micah was obviously affected by the secret ritual before, and the sudden power made the other party forget about it. He wanted to kill him by the most primitive means, so he didn't fire.
But the chariot regiment in front of me will not.
Jason had already seen that the muzzles of those guns were constantly turning.
After the machine gun, the shooter is also ready.
Therefore, he can only charge!
He wants to use the buff speed brought by the charge to make these chariots unable to hit for the time being.
As for the long term
Jason wasn't sure about dodging the dense fire coverage.
He only hoped that the commander of the chariot regiment would have some patience.
Jason's agility is already 2.5. After adding 0.5 to [Charge], Jason, who has reached 3 agility, has a physique of 2.7. This physique makes him stronger than ordinary sprinters. With mutual support, Jason at this time is like a cheetah chasing an antelope, not only fast, but also persistent.
Da da da!
Boom boom boom!
Bullets chased after Jason.
Shells kept falling on both sides.
With nearly four times the perception of ordinary people, Jason accurately judged the muzzle and muzzle of the gun, thereby avoiding bullets and shells in advance.
At this moment, Jason, who was under the hail of bullets, reached the ultimate level of cooperation between his perception and body.
The soldiers of the Chariot Regiment, Edward and others in the barracks all clearly saw a figure constantly charging, shuttling, and walking back and forth in the gunpowder smoke.
"Is this the strength of fighting alone?"
Little Bansy couldn't help murmuring.
"quick!"
"Quickly move out these weapons and ammunition."
"Some of them were shipped back to Xinde City."
"The rest, build fortifications with me!"
"We can't let Jason sacrifice in vain!"
Edward reacted quickly, and he shouted loudly.
From Edward's point of view, Jason was really charging to the death, and it was impossible to survive. Although he might be able to fight against one or two at the beginning, what about after that
With the decline of physical strength.
Loss of concentration is inevitable.
And in a hail of bullets, this is a game of death.
But in the same way, with the ability to temporarily dodge the hail of bullets, Jason didn't have to do this.
Jason has every condition to withdraw safely.
But why didn't Jason do this
Because, he is here!
They are friends!
He will not leave his friends and run away.
How could Jason leave him
Thinking of this, Edward had already burst into tears.
Bancy was a little slow to react, but Bancy, who was not stupid, understood Jason's intentions the next moment.
From the very beginning when he asked Jason for help, Jason never hesitated, analyzed everything calmly, arranged the situation, used Griffin as a prisoner, found out the location of the 'imperial envoy', and then acted quickly .
And now
Jason moved again.
Never hesitated as before.
The waving just now... is it a farewell
Little Bancy burst into tears suddenly.
He silently picked up his mortar.
He wants to find a suitable position to fire.
Even if there is only one shell, he will give Jason reinforcements.
"Friendship?"
Griffin looked at Bancy who was carrying the mortar and walked aside, and at Edward who took out landmines from the wooden box of the army, he couldn't help muttering in a low voice.
How could there be such a fool
Is it not good to live
Being alive is the most important thing.
Only by being alive can there be hope.
Only then can the Jedi turn the tables.
"Griffin, let's go, we should retreat!"
Residents of 'Fishbone Street' carrying weapons and ammunition greeted Griffin.
"coming."
Griffin turned and walked away.
It is said that some of them returned to Xinde City with weapons and ammunition to form a new line of defense.
In fact, in the entire barracks, only Edward and Bansy were left.
The residents of 'Fishbone Street' did not dare to disobey Her Majesty's order, but they were not the ones arranging the retreat, so naturally they would not stay and really do their best.
"Those two fools, really think they can withstand the entire chariot regiment?"
"No, it's three!"
"The one who rushes out first is the stupidest!"
The returning procession walked quickly, but this did not prevent them from talking in low tones.
In line with the "Fishbone Street" ridicule sounded in the team.
Accompanied by bursts of self-deprecating or sarcastic laughter.
And in this group of people, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Yeah, what a fool."
"Looks like a hero though."
"Heroes don't live long!"
"We are all rats in the 'gutter', not heroes!"
That's what Griffin said.
He used a higher voice, no longer whispering, it seemed that the high-pitched voice could give him great determination.
only…
Following this sound, the team that had been advancing quickly stopped in their footsteps.
Although it returned to normal immediately, there was no sound on the way back.
The silence is disconcerting.
At least, Griffin was flustered, and he also had a feeling of emptiness in his heart.
Jason was dead.
Edward was dead.
Little Bansy is dead.
I'm still alive, isn't it good
We just met by chance. Although there is a little friendship, it is just a little friendship forced by the situation. At worst, after they die, I will live with their wishes.
Needless to say, Jason must want to eat more delicious food.
Edward
emmmmm, it should be to make a girlfriend... right
Little classy
He has always wanted to stock up on a few heavy artillery pieces, which can be done with a little thought and a little more money.
In the days to come, I will eat delicious food, have various girlfriends, and accumulate all kinds of firepower. Isn't it good to have such a day
Griffin kept fantasizing about such a day in his mind.
But this should have been a beautiful day in his opinion, but there is no color.
There is only black and white.
There is only silence.
In a world without color and sound, each image is like a puppet, lifeless at all.
On the contrary, those days of bickering with little Bancy, being rubbed by Edward on the ground, trembling under Jason's eyes, were colorful and melodious.
He longed for such a day.
Instead of withdrawing into the 'gutter', continue to dawdle with deception.
tread!
Griffin, who was in the 'Fishbone Street' team, stopped suddenly.
Then he turned and ran back.
at a faster pace than before.
"Griffin!"
"Griffin!"
There were shouts from the crowd, but Griffin didn't look back at all. How could he turn back when his friend was in the barracks? A slow step made him feel uncomfortable.
man.
Always such an impulsive creature.
Temporary passion, always do irrational things.
The corner of Griffin's mouth couldn't help but upturned, he couldn't restrain his smile.
At this moment, he is carefree, he is happy.
You may regret it later.
but now
He wanted to go back to the barracks.
Then
With the total death.
Step, step.
Amidst the hurried footsteps, Edward, who was starting to plant landmines in the barracks, suddenly felt his eyes dim. When he looked up, he saw Griffin, who was gasping for breath because of the rapid movement.
Surprise and astonishment flashed across Edward's eyes.
Then, it turned into a smile.
"We are Xindecheng F4, of course we can't have only three left."
Griffin said so.
"Yes, Punisher!"
Edward corrected.
Griffin has already run to the weapons warehouse.
Of course, it is impossible for a team of one hundred people to remove all the weapon warehouses in this barracks. He went straight to the place where the mortars were placed. This kind of artillery was loved by the residents of 'Fishbone Street' and was almost wiped out.
But there are still two doors left.
There are also two boxes of ammo boxes.
Griffin picked up all of them and ran out directly.
"Leave me one."
Edward said as Griffin passed by.
"Um."
Griffin nodded, leaving behind a mortar and an ammunition box.
Then, keep going.
Edward digs holes and lays mines again.
The barracks is the place where the chariot regiment must enter. These mines will greatly delay the opponent's time and buy more time for Xinde City.
There's only so much he can do.
leftover
He couldn't think of it.
I don't want to think about it either.
His friends and partners are already on the battlefield.
Next, it's his turn.
Picking up the mortar and the ammunition box, Edward turned and rushed to the battlefield.
boom!
The shell exploded again behind him.
Jason was unharmed, but his heart burst again.
This is the third time it broke!
After a lot of physical strength was lost and his heart was overwhelmed, Jason's [Charge] turned into a real desperate charge.
Fortunately, however, he was within easy reach of the chariot regiment.
Likewise, the dangers skyrocketed.
The shells of the tank regiment may be a little slow
But the firepower network composed of machine guns is layer after layer.
Quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes.
Jason knew this.
But it was the first time he experienced this.
In front of him, more than 5 machine guns were firing, which not only completely blocked his way forward, but also made it more difficult for him to dodge. What's worse is that the tank regiment is changing formation. The machine gun must join them.
At this time, naturally there is no need to hesitate.
Jason was ready to charge again, breaking through this firepower net.
And at this moment—
squeak!
boom!
There was the sound of a shell falling.
The turret of a chariot was hit with precision.
Boom!
The chariot was directly blown up.
The machine gunners who were shooting frantically were startled by this sudden scene, and when they were stunned, there were two more shells falling.
boom!
Boom!
A shell misses.
A cannonball hits accurately.
"Move!"
"Everyone move!"
The machine gunner, who was brushed by the shell, yelled at the driver.
The impenetrable firepower net suddenly stagnated, and a hole appeared.
Jason seized the opportunity and rushed in.
And in the bottom of his heart, he silently thanked Bansy, Edward and Griffin (although you missed it)!
This time, Jason firmly grasped it.
When he entered the chariot position, the grenade he hung on his body was thrown out like a celestial maiden scattered flowers. Every grenade was fast, fast, and extremely accurate.
Either the heat dissipation window of the chariot, or the track wheel axle of the chariot.
The throwing technique is derived from [Griffon Shooting].
Maybe it's still lacking, but at this time, it's just right—
Boom, boom!
After a series of explosions, the three chariots around Jason stopped in place.
And that's just the beginning.
Keep walking, keep throwing.
With the sound of explosions, more tanks stopped.
And this immobile chariot became a fixed target for Edward, Bancy and Griffin in the distance.
squeak!
Boom!
Mortar shells fell one after another.
Destroying tanks one after another.
But this kind of destruction is just over one-tenth of the total number of tank regiments.
In less than half a minute, the elite chariot regiment of the 'Silver Federation' reacted. They scattered straight away, effectively opened the distance from Jason, and the turret began to rotate, looking for three people in the distance. mortar firing positions.
Bang, bang, bang!
The dense shell coverage caused the three of Edward to directly misfire.
Jason, who had lost his support, was once again blocked by a firepower network composed of machine guns.
Jason was in trouble again.
Moreover, this time is much more dangerous than before.
Not only was there no support, but also because the elites of these chariot regiments put away their contempt and began to treat them seriously.
Suddenly, Jason's pressure doubled.
He can't wait to turn around and leave now.
but…
His main task is: [Get the approval of Xinde City].
Although the approval rate has reached 500% at this moment, the main task is not over yet.
But once Xinde City is destroyed, the main mission will be a complete failure.
Therefore, he cannot retreat!
call! call!
Adjusting his breathing, Jason dodged the firepower net.
The place to dodge is getting smaller and smaller, but Jason's eyes are getting calmer and calmer.
He calculates the distance.
Then-
Cut out with one sword!
The ten-meter-long lightsaber flashed away!
A chariot in front of him was directly split into two.
At the same time, his heart was broken again after exhausting a lot of physical strength.
Not only that.
He paused for a moment, but was caught by the machine gun's fire net.
The machine gunners who finally caught Jason pulled the triggers hard one by one.
Da da da!
In less than two seconds, Jason was beaten into a puddle of rotten flesh.
Under the night at dawn, Jason, who had turned into a pool of rotten flesh, was covered by the billowing smoke and dust.
The machine gunners stopped firing.
Edward, Bancy, and Griffin in the distance watched this scene in despair.
Then, they gritted their teeth and set up the mortar again.
They want to send their friends off with the sound of cannon.
Also send them off.
But at this moment—
A bright, resplendent sword light cut through the pitch-black darkness again.
The Sword of Dawn!
Be fearless!
Another chariot was cut apart, and the firepower net smashed Jason again.
But at the next moment, the Sword of Dawn slashed out again!
Boom!
Another chariot was cut apart.
"shooting!"
"do not stop!"
"Don't let him have a chance to breathe!"
Da da da!
bang bang bang!
The order from the commander of the chariot regiment completely turned Jason's location into scorched earth.
Even if it can be resurrected.
But such a resurrection will still take time.
The body was completely smashed to pieces.
Reorganization is required.
But before reorganization, it was smashed again.
Jason fell directly into a vicious circle.
Hunger began to plummet.
Seeing this scene, the commander hidden on a certain chariot sneered contemptuously.
"Heh, what year is it? Anyone else choose the set of knights charging?"
"As expected of someone who has practiced the Mystery of Dawn."
"What stupidity! Fool!"
"Don't you know that as early as 300 years ago, when the Church of Dawn was destroyed, it showed that the knights were outdated long ago!"
His voice rose unconsciously.
Through the on-board radio, this sound was carried throughout all the tanks.
People nodded one after another, acknowledging this.
knight
cavalry
The glory of cold weapons
Long gone.
The firepower net laid by the machine gun has already tore up the last pride of the so-called "brilliance".
leftover
It is the face that fell in the mud.
been trampled on repeatedly.
This scene happened three hundred years ago.
Three hundred years later, this scene happened again.
but…
There are a few differences.
Three hundred years ago, there was no chance.
But three hundred years later, there was another chance.
The body reorganization was smashed.
The pain was like a tide, coming in wave after wave.
Jason was awake at first.
But then, consciousness became slightly blurred under waves of pain.
The artillery fire and gunpowder smoke in front of his eyes seemed to have disappeared.
only left...
A tree-lined path.
There is also the sound of chopping and chopping.
The surrounding trees were so lush that Jason couldn't see the woodcutter, so he stepped on the path involuntarily and walked towards the place where the sound came from.
After he passed through a small forest, a log cabin appeared there.
A tall old man with white beard and hair was swinging an ax in front of the wooden house, chopping the stake in front of him.
The old man was dressed in simple linen clothes, with bare feet and bare arms. The strong muscles on the arms did not feel old at all, and only gave people a sense of explosive power.
chop!
With one blow of the axe, the thigh-thin wooden stake was split in two like tofu.
Then, the old man turned his head and looked at Jason.
"Aren't you reconciled?"
asked the old man.
Jason, who was in a trance, resisted not to answer, but his body moved involuntarily.
He nodded.
The old man smiled.
"Like my disciple."
"They're all so stubborn."
"There is nothing to be reconciled to, this is the era in itself."
"The era of the old and the new."
"The old ones will eventually be eliminated, and the new ones will become the masters of the moment."
"It's the same even if you don't want to."
The old man said slowly.
"You, you are not reconciled?"
Jason asked in a daze.
"certainly!"
"Otherwise, why am I here?"
"Otherwise, why would I meet you?"
"Other things that have happened, I can't change, but here... I want to try."
"Will you help me?"
After the old man nodded, he looked at Jason solemnly.
"help you?"
Jason was taken aback.
Not to mention, he didn't know how to help.
Just because of the situation he encountered, there was already nothing he could do.
His death is just a matter of time.
"You agree?"
"Thanks."
The old man looked at Jason happily.
I didn't agree? !
Jason looked at the old man in confusion.
The old man patted Jason on the shoulder hard, three times in a row.
He smiled.
"Sure enough, he is as good a boy as my disciple."
"You are all gifted."
"You all walk with pride."
"You all experience honor, death, gluttony."
"Although you may not remember, but now, you can call me—Gong Lansen, the last knight of the dawn!"
Vision blurred again.
The sound was even more indistinct.
Jason couldn't hear the next voice.
Cannon fire and gunpowder smoke covered everything about him.
Then, he found that he could move.
He stood up.
Bullets and cannonballs seemed to have no effect on him at this moment.
Then, the power of the Sword of Dawn began to condense in his body.
But different from before, the power of the Sword of Dawn this time is ten times stronger than when he used it before... no, it is a hundred times stronger!
next moment-
Sword, out!
long…
km!
Everything is cut!