216, Killing and Conscience

Dada dada dada dada dada dada dada!!! Countless gunfire sounds, bullets splashed like raindrops. Wherever they pass, the shield was shattered, the human body was penetrated, and a bunch of blood rain splashed out.

The large shields and spears of the Cold Weapon Age are vulnerable to modern hot weapons! Even if these hot weapons are only a group of civilians with no power!

This was a messy battle. The army of the Presbyterians on the Planet Seria had long been dispersed by dense bullets, and the remaining people could only fight for their own battles. The situation of the armed civilians in the technical movement was not much better. They just rushed forward with their passion, picked up their guns and swept them around.

The formation does not exist, the teams and fronts do not exist at all. These civilians just go up and shoot, and then shoot!

But with modern weapons in hand, you don’t need to face the other person’s hideous eyes like a knife, nor do you need to feel the fear of hot blood splashing on your face, listen to the sound of muscle tearing open and bones breaking, and you won’t be chopped by these well-trained full-time soldiers because of lack of exercise...

All you need is to pull the trigger and then watch the people in front fall in pieces. Even the large shield wrapped in iron can't resist the shooting of the weapons in your hand! You don't even know how those people died!

But in short, they are dead... they don't know whether they are dead under the bullets you fired.

Yuri Olov was also immersed in this pleasure. He picked up a Type 21 assault rifle with grazings hanging from the box, stuffed it directly into the hand of a 15-6-year-old boy next to him, patted his shoulder and said loudly: "Okay, boy, listen to me! This is the muzzle, this is the trigger, this is the buttstock! Point the muzzle at the enemy, the buttstock against the shoulder, and then pull the trigger! Do you understand?"

He looked at the boy who was fiddling with the assault rifle and pushed the boy's muzzle away, "Oh no, the muzzle can't be pointed at your friend, understand? Okay, rush up now! Remember to lie on the ground and shoot! Go, boy! For the bright future of the planet Seria! Hahaha!"

Then he looked at an old woman in her 50s next to him, took out a grenade from the box and handed it over, "If you are old and can't stand the recoil, use this! Look, unplug the latch and throw it out! Then lie down! Do you understand? Okay, for Seria, for Seria! Yes!"

Yuri shouted a few slogans perfunctorily and pushed the old woman to the battlefield.

Vitali Orlov stood behind and looked at his own body, his face pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "He... they are just children and old people..."

"When they decided to pick up their weapons, they were no longer children and old people. They were..." Yuri smiled and picked up an assault rifle and threw it to someone next to him, "It's my client."

"No... this is different! This is absolutely not possible!" Vitali held Yuri's hand, "This is different from what we thought! In Tatooine, the one who bought our weapons was a group of criminals, and they were also dealing with mercenaries! But it was different! The planet of Seria is different!"

"You tell me where is different? Oh, it's a bit. I sold Scars to 400 credit points for a gun, but on the planet Seria, I only counted 300 for a gun, which is a 7.5 discount!"

Vitali saw a woman running back covered in blood. She should have been working for a long time, and her body was in good condition. The blood on her body was all from someone else. She threw the assault rifle that had been empty and shot onto the ground, and said with a smile: "Hurry! Give me another one! Give me another one!!"

Whether it is humans or other intelligent creatures, what exists in their bones is the bloodthirsty and killing beastly nature! What's more, this unilateral massacre!

Vitali was anxious, and he quickly ran over and grabbed the woman's hand, and said loudly: "Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people! Do you understand? Your hands should be used to hold your child, and should not pull the trigger to create killing!!"

"Go away!" The woman pushed Vitali to the ground, took over a brand new assault rifle from a B-1 combat robot, and even kissed the robot's head, then rushed to the battlefield excitedly.

Vitali sat on the ground with her head in her hands, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

Yuri squatted beside him, slapped the cigar in his mouth and said softly, "I said, this is how people are, so I chose to sell weapons instead of lollipops. But you have to understand that they took the initiative to ask me for it. First, I didn't advertise, second, I didn't send salesmen, but they knew I had weapons, so they came to me. Remember what the manager asked us to do at the beginning? Sell some raw materials to Yifante. But now?"

"But they are civilians! Yuri! the fucking                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       �

"Listen to me Vitali, they are not flat..."

"Don't tell me this, Yuri, don't..." Vitali pointed at Yuri's nose like a stranger, gradually distanced himself from him, and then stepped onto a floating motorcycle and left.

The battle ended completely after lasting 2 hours...

The participating Presbyterian army fled in scattered and they left behind the bodies of at least half of the horses, which means that within two hours, they suffered more than 50,000 casualties! This is not a battle, it is a massacre, a one-sided massacre! A massacre of the army by civilians!

Even though the technical movement is just a group of civilians, they are holding a 5.56mm caliber assault rifle with a maximum range of 700 meters and a 300 rounds of bullets per minute! In front of the full-power armor-piercing bullet, even 10mm steel plates can penetrate!

The stamping armor and iron shield worn by the Presbyterian soldiers are no different from a layer of paper.

Elder Dole has completely fallen into madness, and this victory has allowed him to see the dawn of victory!

After this battle, the Elders could no longer mobilize more troops to come in a short period of time. Even if they mobilize more troops, they can only increase the number of casualties in front of modern assault rifles.

He left 1,000 people to take care of the wounded, and then led the vast parade toward the city of Tkav, the capital of Seriya.

The Elders' Meeting 2 days later is the beginning of his peak! His son will become the great elder of the planet Seria, the planet of power!
Chapter completed!