It's all messed up.
Hela was still feeling good just now, all the situation was under her control, with her tens of thousands of years of experience to deal with a hairy young man, this matter is as simple as it is, it is not a matter of being able to catch it People are not as good as heaven, and she couldn't expect Long Yun's crazy energy.
If the statement that he saw Surtr's shadow from him just now was just a fool of Long Yun, then now Hela feels that Long Yun really reminds him of that neurotic Surtr.
On the day of the Doomsday War, Surtr and the Atlanteans formed an alliance to deal with the Moria Protoss of Asgard, but in the end, no one expected that Surtr would burst out with amazing power, using the Sword of Destruction to attract the burning fire, losing all the essence of the World Tree and the Nine Realms, and burning his allies to death, and serving the Asgardian gods and Atlanteans, including himself.
From Long Yun's eyes, she once again saw the madness of Surtr in the past, the killing aura that could destroy everything regardless of the consequences, and now she had no doubt that this guy would really strangle himself first regardless of the consequences.
"I take back what I just said, I take back what I just said," Hela's detriment shouted, "We are allies, not enemies, and it's not good for me if you die, didn't you say that we are grasshoppers on a rope, I can help you with this situation, it's just a very simple thing, no difficulty, no difficulty at all" As soon as the words fell, the hand around his neck finally loosened a little.
"Say" "The only thing you can do is find something to vent the power in your body."
Hela gasped and said loudly, "Use as much power as you have in your body, force yourself into a state of prostration, make your body's capacity reach the limit, and then collapse once, so that you can return to your normal state." ” "Find something to do" This time, Long Yun finally let go of the hand that was stuck in Hela's neck, "Find something to do" "Killing people is the best way to vent, exhaust your murderous energy and physical strength, and kill until you are soft."
Hela rubbed her aching neck and said without scruples, "But don't come at me." ” With that, he disappeared into thin air and fled back to Long Yun's memory illusion.
"Killing" Long Yun half-knelt on the ground with his beating heart, "This is really a good idea" rumble rumble The 125-mm shells of the T9O tank fell on the top of the hillside, exploding everywhere in clouds of black smoke and covering the entire hill with upturned dust.
The guards and demon assassins who had escaped just now finally returned to their positions, and before they had time to catch their breath, these frightened and soulless guys immediately ordered all the Taliban artillery to fire a salvo, which was bound to plow the opposite hill into a floating earth, so that it was possible to kill the terrifying guy called Long Yun.
The Type 21 rocket launcher began to scream, and one rocket after another took off from the projectile, and raindrops rained down on the hill where Long Yun was.
At the front of the Taliban position, the frightened demon assassins and Atlantean guards saw a sea of fire on the American military position in the distance from the telescope, and the panic calmed down a little.
The high-ranking assassin who had fought with Long Yun breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to a divine servant who led the Restoration Society, and said: "Can't stop, that guy is too terrifying to let all the heavy firepower focus on fire, you must kill him, and lock the armor anti-missile system on that hill as well, and give me a hard bang."
This seems a bit noisy, after all, the whole operation is controlled by the Liberation Society, and the people of the demon clan just came to cooperate and fight, which was arranged in the original plan.
But now no one has the slightest interest in these so-called sense of command, as long as they kill the demonic madman on the opposite hill, whoever is in command will be the same.
For the first time, this hybrid army of the Taliban, the Atlantean Restoration Society, and the Demon Assassin Organization was so united.
"All the artillery and missiles have been paid attention to me, the hillside on the right side of the target terminal building, rapid fire, full salvo, free fire" Rapid fire, full salvo, free fire.
Less than twenty seconds after the three heaviest fires covered the military terms, the Taliban positions were filled with fire, and the ground trembled with the roar of cannon and the shrill screams of rocket artillery.
"Fuck" Jon, who had just withdrawn to the airshow building, heard the earth-shattering roar of artillery and threw himself on the ground screaming, "Shelling for cover" A few seconds later, Jon's body on the ground felt a shaking, as if the ground was shaken by a magnitude six or seven earthquake, the terminal building shook violently, the roof sneered and fell dust, and the explosion engulfed everything like a monstrous wave.
Some of the American soldiers of the 82nd Airborne Division and the 10th Mountain Division could not bear this strong pressure and simply shouted and vented their fears with all their might.
In just a few minutes, tons of artillery shells and missiles rained down on the hillside, plowing the entire hilltop of the hill alive, blasting the hard frozen soil into the sky and falling down into floating soil, and the hilltop was filled with black smoke, making it impossible to see anything.
Jon suddenly realized that the shelling was not aimed at the terminal building at all, and that the defensive line on the opposite hillside was their focus.
"What's going on?"
he rushed to the window, raising his binoculars from behind the broken wall and looking up the hillside.
The fixed tank firing point constructed by the 1A1 tank was already in shambles, and one of the Abrams tanks was even completely overturned, with the tracks facing upwards, like a turtle with its feet in the sky.
"What are they going to do," Rhodes leaned over, his eyes wide and round.
"There's only one explanation, they want to kill Captain Dragon."
Jon put down his binoculars and sighed softly.
"Almost deplete their ammunition reserves for heavy firepower, just to take out one person" Rhodes was a Delta soldier and was used to thinking from a military point of view.
This frantic salvo and free-fire mode can knock out several base shells in an instant, and in the stalemate of the two armies, such an order is obviously not issued by a sane military commander.
Jon's expression was a little gloomy, to be honest, he had no hatred for Long Yun, this Chinese captain rescued them from danger again and again, and what soldiers admired most was a strong soldier with courage and ability, and Long Yun was just such a person.
However, he couldn't help but be afraid of Long Yun, especially on the top of the hill just now, he really didn't want to look at Long Yun's eyes for a second longer, even if he didn't want to look at it more.
As long as he made eye contact with Long Yun, Jon always felt an extreme fear in his heart, and that feeling was like an invisible hand reaching out from the bottom of his heart to hold his heart tightly, and then mercilessly dragging people into the abyss of fear.
"Jon, what's going on" Gege finally woke up, rubbing his neck while leaning against the broken wall, "What about the dragon cloud people" Jon and Rhodes looked at each other, as if neither of them was willing to answer the question.
"What about the others" Gege asked while lowering his head, unloading the high-explosive ammunition in his K23 and 4A1 rifles, taking out the magazine of the Chintirami bullet and smashing it into the magazine, "Damn traitor, I must kill him with my own hands" "I don't think you have to do it yourself," Jon said to Nunu on the hillside to the right of the airshow building, "the Taliban did it for you." ”: