Eight motorcyclists were wiped out.

Two other vans were also killed in the explosion of air-to-surface missiles.

Looking at the smoke rising not far away, the Misty Believer also lit a cigarette in his forbidden area, swallowing the clouds and spitting out the fog.

"Now the pursuers behind are finished." The Misty Believer turned around, glanced at the vanity of the truck and the gunship that was flying in the air, and let out a puff of smoke, "It's probably time for me to go to the rescue, I hope they can stop that thing." ”

……

The ruins of Gear City have been weathered to the point where they are no longer visible.

After experiencing the erosion of black fog, the baptism of artillery fire, and the devastation of desert wind and sand, this original home has lost its appearance as a home.

"Fifteen from the army, eighty years to return. Daofeng villagers: Who is there in the family? Looking at it from afar, it is the Jun family, and the pine and cypress mounds are tired. The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam—"

Elise sat on the towering walls of Cogwheel City, singing, but she was only halfway through the poem before stopping.

"Really...... What am I doing? ”

She patted her cheek.

"It's a time when every second counts, but I'm still here nostalgic for the past." Elise sighed, then jumped off the wall.

The motorcycle that the solo Fengyue turned into caught her steadily.

"I probably won't come back."

She rode on the solo wind and moon, looked back at the original scenery of her hometown with some loneliness, and then resolutely turned her gaze forward, and the engine roared.

……

The candle and the snow are engrossed in the driving of the vehicle.

The gunship was out of her line of sight, so the only information she could get about it was the sound of its rotors.

"The sound of the rotors is getting closer." Ming Candle and Snow looked at the body of the fuel tanker a kilometer ahead, "That missile just now may not have hit us, but at Master." ”

Bright Candle and Snow is not afraid that the helicopter will fire missiles again.

The Sparrow is small and has all the necessary organs, and the car also has simple anti-missile functions, although it would be quite risky to use anti-missile equipment at such a distance, but she has no choice.

Of course, the simple air defense function also exists - that is, the RPG that was just brought up by the autumn frost moon.

But none of this matters, as I said earlier, Ming Candle and Snow are not afraid of that helicopter firing missiles again.

Because what the real fear of the bright candle and snow is not missiles, but aircraft artillery.

At such a distance, if the helicopter happened to be carrying a cannon and chose to shoot at the truck, they would have died.

That's right, there is no doubt about death, there is no room for negotiation.

After all, it was an aerial cannon.

And it was at the moment when Ming Candle and Snow were worried that she heard a sound like popping beans in an oil pot from above.

"It's over."

Cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead and into his heart.

……

The position of the dark shadow is just above the slope of the Autumn Frost Moon.

He crouched behind the bunker and stared at the helicopter gunship as if he didn't know how to write the dead word.

After all, it was the first time he had seen a helicopter gunship with his own eyes.

"it."

He couldn't help but let out a heartfelt surprise and admiration in his heart.

Then, he picked up the RPG he had put aside and aimed it at the approaching gunship.

How can a person who has never used weapons before use an RPG to bomb a helicopter gunship?

Autumn Frost Moon didn't know.

But he had no choice.

So, he aimed at the helicopter and pulled the trigger.

At the same time, gunfire erupted from the helicopter guns.

……

The sound of metal colliding with metal is like a march of pots and pans, clanging and clanging.

And when the march sounds, sparks even fall from the windshield with the bright candles and snow.

But the bright candle with the snow didn't know what was going on.

She couldn't understand why the truck was still okay despite the devastating fire from the guns.

All she could hear was the countless iron-to-iron sounds coming from above.

The tanker truck is less than a kilometer away from the truck.

……

"Whew...... Whew, whew—"

Qiu Shuangyue still carried the RPG on his right shoulder, and his left hand was tightly attached to the semicircular metal plate in front of him.

No, it's not.

It's not a semicircular sheet of metal anymore.

It is a twisted and massive steel dome.

And at this moment, on the outside of this steel dome, it is already in a state full of holes that have been baptized by the cannon just now.

That's right, when the artillery attack just now, Qiu Shuangyue launched his Origin Replica against the metal plate in front of him.

In that instant, he replicated the metal plate at a geometric magnification, expanding the shallow semicircular wall into a steel barrier several meters thick.

To be honest, when the bullets from those aircraft guns hit this steel barrier like a storm, Qiu Shuangyue's heartbeat was even trembling.

Because he didn't know if the wall he had built in the shortest time would be able to survive the attack.

As for the trigger he pressed earlier - I'm sorry, because he lacked so much knowledge of the weapon in his opponent that he didn't even turn off the trigger safe, so he didn't actually succeed in pressing it.

But it just saved his life, or rather, his life and the car's life.

After all, if he had successfully launched that rocket, there would probably have been no reaction time left for him to fend off the barrage of cannons.

He would be shredded by the barrage of artillery bullets the moment the rockets flew out.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong-"

And just as he was gasping, the next wave of artillery attacks once again rained down on the steel barrier he had shaped.

This time, even the truck was shaking for the blow of the aerial guns.

"Damn, it's good that it's still hitting the ramparts, and if it had been aiming a little lower, the one driving it should have been beaten into a sieve."

Although Qiu Shuangyue didn't understand why the helicopter's cannon target didn't choose the wheelhouse, there was no doubt that he was now given a chance.

He had to fire the RPG in his hand in the interval between the artillery attacks.

So, when the rain-like baptism ended and the symphony of metal ended, Qiu Shuangyue immediately carried the RPG and showed her head.

And then just like last time.

He aimed at the helicopter, turned off the safety, and pulled the trigger.

"Whew——!"

Raging RPG after-jets of gas fluttered down the road, while the rockets themselves trailed towards the gunship.