The various parts sputtered away in an instant, and the steam leaked down the broken pipes from the two deformed reloads, surrounding them tightly and tightly wrapping them.

The captain man yelled, but it didn't stop anything from happening. Kasia's first stick deformed his waist, the copper pipes were flattened a lot, the body was deformed, and he couldn't get out of the reload at all. He stood up at the moment, relying more on his own strength to drive, and the unobstructed steam power system became an aid.

The "humming" sound of the hydraulic motor comes from its chest, and a large amount of hydraulic oil is sprayed out of the gap by high pressure in the form of mist. Between the cracks in the welded armor of the whole body, the rich steam gushed and overflowed like the flowing water of the entity. At this time, the captain directly bounced off the entire heavily loaded head, revealing a sweaty head. The bright red cross pupils began to burn.

As if in return, Kasia turned on the rejection reaction at this time, and on the blood-colored cross pupils, his pupils were stretched open by force, and the size was about three times that of the captain man.

Kasia grasped the piston rod with both hands, and when the spear was used, he lay it flat and pointed at the angry enemy in front of him.

The six-barreled heavy machine gun spun at this moment, and the bullets mixed with tracer bullets turned the trajectory line into a flowing bright line, and the clusters pierced towards Kasia.

With just a slight change in the inclination angle of the piston rod, all the heavy machine gun bullets were completely blocked by the front end of the piston rod. Kasia grabbed the piston rod and lunged forward, and the bullets began to sputter in all directions after the front end was fully embedded. In the sparks of friction, the distance of less than twenty or thirty meters was crossed by Kasia in a breath, and the captain man seemed to understand that after being restricted in heavy clothing, there was no possibility of competing with the enemy at all.

The moment the piston rod reached his eyes, he released the heavy machine gun's firing button, placing it in front of the piston rod, and the chainsaw on which another mechanical arm avoided "boomed", even if he couldn't reach it, but he still slashed in the direction of Kasia.

The waist-thick alloy stick of the "Zizi 、、、" adult slammed into the reload without incident, and the chainsaw slashed into the air, slashing at the smooth surface of the piston rod, and immediately ate it, splashing the sparks like a waterfall. The power of the reloading was turned on by the captain man, and the hydraulic oil was sprayed out at high pressure in an instant, and the gap in the armor became a vent, from which steam was sprayed out and surrounded by it.

I thought that after blocking the first wave of impact caused by the inertia of the huge piston rod, I could still push back with the assistance of force and steam power. However, after the reinstallation involuntarily withdrew a few steps away, several internal safety valves simultaneously emitted a pressure relief sound of high-pressure overload. The captain's man's yelling had no real effect, and the sound of the safety relief valve began to sound regularly, connecting after one or two breaths. The pace of reloading and retreating quickly accelerated, and when the captain man realized that he could no longer retreat, he realized that he had been pressed against a load-bearing steel column in the repair shop area with the heavy equipment at some point.

There was no longer the slightest way, and the captain man relied on his roar to vent the anger in his heart. He focused all his power on the chainsaw, and the sizzle quickly drowned out his roar. In the sputtering sparks, the chainsaw was completely engulfed into the piston rod, and the chain full of sharp blades was reddened and disconnected with the flying fragments of parts, leaving only the small steam engine that was driving it at great speed still making a useless noise.

The piston rod then continued forward, pressing the whole reload. The captain felt a slowly increasing squeeze on his body, his armor was deforming, and cracks were forming in the welds. Unable to move the only movable mechanical arm, the man slammed into the massive piston rod that was holding him up.

He saw that the enemy had suppressed himself with only one hand, and he seemed to understand something in an instant, and then he stopped resisting.

"Who the hell are you?" the man asked, completely out of motion, as he watched as the enemy pulled out his revolver and pointed it at his head.

"An ordinary person who is about the same as you, just like you are now, is still struggling violently. Cassia said, pulling the trigger. The piston rod then fell heavily, and the man and the heavy half leaned against the steel beam of the struts, stationary. There seemed to be a warning sound not far away, and after Kasia caught it carefully, he glanced around before leaving.

Soon, this place will be taken over by the security services of the Kingdom of Quir, and everything that happens will reach the ears of many people in a short time. The remaining target is less than ten people, and he wants to clean it up as soon as possible so as not to leave unnecessary trouble.

Now I have begun to do these things and rarely ask about the right and wrong and the reasons. In many cases, no one side will be absolutely wrong, and if you carefully comb it, it is more about the different positions that stand at this moment. Differences will produce differences, differences will lead to conflicts among a small number of people, and contradictions will give birth to fights. It's just that in the case of surgery, the odds of fighting due to differences are much, much greater.

It was still the next morning, and Kasia had changed into clean clothes in the alley before walking out into the street. In the early morning, pedestrians seemed in a hurry, and the oppressive feeling of the civil war had reached them. Every day, the newspapers will report all kinds of news about internal contradictions in a timely manner, and in some areas where the two sides interact, the battles that occur from time to time are the focus of the news.

Every day, new refugees emerge and flock to areas like Miklos, which are in the rear. Much of the area of the war is in ruins, after all, this internal war has been going on for some time.

Eating food in the park while reading these newspapers. Kasia then threw them in the trash and headed for her residence. There is a report of the target's death, but it is quite different from what Kasia has personally experienced. The writers dealt with them and directed them to the side of the rebels with all sorts of corners and vague words.

It's easy to believe that in this atmosphere, what Kasia did seemed to have become an invisible help on the side of the king's forces. At least the results of the observations are in a good direction, in terms of the power of the king.

Is it a mainstream, or is it an application of information and psychoanalysis? Cassia cannot judge and therefore draw reasonable conclusions. But for most people, at least, these are harmless, while not beneficial.

Back in the small building, Kasia informed Waters of the incident. At about three o'clock in the afternoon, Hesley arrived at Kasia with his simple luggage and the spear that he barely left with him.

As for what those arms suppliers will think, and what the king's forces think, both of them are waiting for the results of Waters' investigation.

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