Fire! Fire! Fire!

One step, two steps, three steps!

Su Mo ran extremely fast, but the flying alien race that had been eyeing him from behind was faster and reacted even faster than Su Mo after the tornado disappeared!

The flying alien races make up only five percent of the total number of the grunt units.

But out of a base of 8,500, there were a full 500! At this moment, as the airflow returned to normal, they rushed over like starving vultures! They were dark and heavy, like black clouds.

They weren't worried that the mysterious Lion Man Warrior would retaliate at this moment.

They witnessed the tornado disappear because it had no energy, and they also saw Su Mo "panicked" running on the deck with Connie in his arms.

The alien race's knowledge system told them that this moment of energy depletion was when the enemy's defenses were weakest and most vulnerable to breach.

So they charged!

They charged ten times faster than the other alien races, their aim being to reach the deck of the Hope and have a good feast! [Gonggong Reminder. 18 seconds.]

[Gonggong's reminder. 13 seconds.]

As the Gonggong announcement faded at the 9th second, Simba, the lion-man incarnate of Su Mo, successfully "escaped" to the cockpit door in the sight of all the flying alien races.

Seeing this, the leader of the flying aliens could only shake his head regretfully, watching helplessly as Simba, the lion-man, led Connie into what seemed to be a very safe iron house and hid there.

At the same time, they also saw clearly the tiny figures on the deck that looked like food from a distance.

Hmm? Its skin reflects light, and its appearance is surprisingly somewhat similar to that of a human.

This doesn't look very appetizing!

Filled with such resentment, they let out sharp cries and charged down, eager to tear into the delicious flesh and blood as soon as possible.

But what awaited them was Metal Storm!

Tap... tap... tap... tap... tap! It sounded like a symphony played by the most outstanding musicians, or like a long-brewing downpour finally pouring down.

When the flying aliens saw these tiny figures slowly raising the black weapon in front of them, their biological instincts kicked in, and they sensed something was wrong.

But they weren't given a chance to react.

The body is overwhelmed!

Flesh and blood shattered with a deafening roar! Wings and heads flew together, black blood blending seamlessly with the sky! Before humanity's true blood-soaked weapons, they were as fragile as paper! The maximum rate of fire of each Type 80 General Purpose Machine Gun was around 800 rounds per minute, which translates to 13 bullets per second.

With four machine guns at the bow and stern, plus two on the port side, the six machine guns could unleash a full 80 rounds per second when facing the swooping aliens! Moreover, with the help of the Gong Gong Fire Control Auxiliary System, the bullets fired by all the agents were not randomly spraying bullets, but were still able to be controlled to "sweep the area" even at the maximum rate of fire.

What does this mean? Imagine if you had 80 bullets that could be fired at one spot without any mistakes, with each bullet hitting that spot in a rhythmic, continuous motion.

In this situation, even the sturdy armor of a tank cannot withstand such continuous kinetic energy collisions, let alone these alien races that are practically cannon fodder.

These flying alien races do not have sturdy armor, nor do they possess any special abilities to increase their defense.

Under the barrage of 7.62 caliber bullets, large bursts of blood erupted in the sky in just four or five breaths.

Some of the alien races didn't even have time to react before their heads were sliced off by bullets, leaving only their bodies helplessly flailing in the air before falling into the sea below.

Eight seconds?

Five seconds?

Su Mo, standing in the cockpit, didn't count, and these flying aliens had even less inclination to count.

With a single contact, and without any resistance whatsoever, the leader of the flying alien race died in mid-air, without even being able to send out a warning message.

This massacre came too quickly.

Just as the alien races in the sky were about to be completely wiped out, the main force and miscellaneous soldiers in the distance were still anxiously on their way.

The alien races in the sea below were still enthusiastically attacking the hull of the Hope with their weapons.

"Damn, this boat is really tough. It bounces back every now and then, making my hands hurt!"

"It's like a hedgehog; my knife only left a tiny mark on it. It's unbearable."

"The Oo Clan is weak; all they know is how to play the turtle shell. Once I get their heads, I'll definitely go and ask Curse Tiger Lord for credit."

"Wait, buddy, don't rush to kill them. They're going to die anyway. Why don't I become a real Minotaur, grab this Golden Haired Lion King, and have some fun?"

"Wow, that's a great idea! Wait, what's that sound coming from up there?!"

"What? Isn't that the sound of our attacking ships? Could it be the Na'ao tribe's counterattack?"

"That's true, never mind, let's keep chiseling!"

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Ordinary alien races do not have a core, and at this point in the night when it is still dark, staying in the seawater is basically equivalent to giving up the ability to see 15 meters away.

These poor souls who work underwater sculpting ships are essentially fighting alone once they are separated from their leader.

They paid no attention to the machine gun fire that was erupting above.

There are too many alien races! And all sorts of strange abilities. It's normal for them to make some noise, right? If it's quiet and deserted, that would be a big problem.

Some of the more stubborn alien races even started rhythmically pounding on the bottom of the Hope, taking advantage of the sound of machine gun fire.

It's not just playing around, it's even better than playing around! No one is worried that these two lion-men who suddenly sprang out of the rocks might have the ability to fight back.

With over 20,000 alien races, their primary concern was who could seize ownership of the Hope! "Charge! Kill! Whoever is the first to board the Lion King's deck will be rewarded with 500 catties of meat!"

"Whoever can cut off Simba's lion head will be guaranteed a lifetime of wealth and honor by the Five Great Royal Clans!"

"Kill Simba first, then kill Su Old Devil, charge!"

Simba, prepare to die!

"Golden Haired Lion King, I'm going to tear your foul mouth apart!"

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Thanks to the high-definition Night Vision Camera at the bow and stern of the Hope ship, as well as the upgraded Sky Eye.

In the image analysis system, from any angle, Su Mo could see the undisguised madness in the eyes of these alien races! They were like hungry wolves that had smelled blood, eager to come up and devour the meat! Even the machine guns on the bow of the ship were still firing.

Undeterred, they continued their suicidal charge against the Hope, as if they hadn't seen or heard anything.

During this time, the rear forces also quietly surrounded them.

Unlike the miscellaneous troops ahead, these forces appeared somewhat tired from the Rapid March.

Instead of attacking immediately like the regular troops, they stayed quietly on the water, recovering their strength.

Meanwhile, the flames and loud noises rising from the deck of the Hope also caught their attention.

The force was aimed at the starboard side, and no fire was fired from that side.

All the firepower was concentrated directly in front, so after a brief hesitation, the highest-ranking officer of the force did not pay any attention.

While eating the special dried meat to regain his strength, he took a break from his busy schedule and opened the Game Panel. After checking the anxious inquiries from the Five Great Royal Clans, he sent a message to Curse Tiger Clark as if to offer some comfort.

"The battle is going well; we have successfully surrounded the Austronesian forces, and they have nowhere to escape."

"Furthermore, the mysterious Lion Man Warrior has lost his energy and his whereabouts are currently unknown."

"Our troops will be able to successfully capture this turtle shell in just half an hour!"

After sending the three messages one after the other, before Clark could even reply, the leader of the Power Alien confidently closed the core Game Panel.

This action dashed the hopes of the Five Great Royal Clans to connect via video again and check on the battle situation.

"Brothers, the time has finally come for us to make our mark! Even if we can't take down Su Old Devil, it doesn't matter. As long as we pull off this job, we'll still get the huge reward of supplies from the royal family."

"These supplies will give us more time to develop compared to other races after we arrive in the New Continent."

"That will be the perfect time for us outcasts of the family to make a name for ourselves!"

"Make a name for yourself! Kill Simba! Seize the Lion King!"

Seeing tens of thousands of alien races shouting loudly one after another, their morale soaring, the leader of the powerful alien race excitedly picked up the battle flag beside him and issued the order.

All the forces of the alien races finally charged!

At this moment, whether it was the miscellaneous troops at the front or the main force at the rear, all the alien races were going all out, deploying all their forces.

They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, their "teammates" behind them would steal the credit.

Therefore, compared to their terrifyingly Rapid March here, they were Moore Moore attack permission!"

Moore, sitting in the Cannon Room, witnessed the frenzied influx of alien races.

At the same time, Moore activated the safety button, and placed his furry bear paw on the launch button.

Once pressed, this Destruction Main Cannon will unleash a terrifying firing rate of up to 140 rounds per minute!

As a terrifying weapon with a single shell blast radius exceeding 300 meters, it is effective when ammunition is plentiful.

There is no difference between 20,000 alien races and 200,000 alien races!

"Wait, wait a little longer. Let them come within 500 meters before you attack. Attack the ones further away first!"

Inside the cockpit, Su Mo had removed the Simba suit hood and was intently watching the data being transmitted back in real time from the Fire Control Radar.

At this critical moment, Su Mo's lips were already streaked with blood, and his face showed an abnormal flush! The alien race's battle line was extremely long. Their vanguard had already reached within 300 meters of the Hope, but their rear guard was still hanging 1.5 kilometers away.

With naval ammunition dwindling and no resupply available, this attack not only needs to be spectacular but also economical! "Gonggong, overclock the Fire Control Radar!"

I need information on the location changes within half a second!

With a loud shout, under Gonggong's control, the Fire Control Radar located above the Captain's Cabin went berserk, not only activating full-power scanning but also being overclocked by the Hope.

Every half second, the location information of nearly 20,000 alien races is faithfully reflected on the display screen by the radar and received by Su Mo.

"Quick, quick, come here, little ones!"

"Yes, yes, that's the speed! Get within one kilometer quickly!"

Clenching his fists, and seeing the Hope's attribute panel displaying only 99.5% durability remaining, Su Mo's eyes were bloodshot, and his blood was boiling.

The red dots are gathering, and the red dots are charging forward!

The Hope Green Dot, located in the center, is like a small boat in a vast ocean, seemingly at risk of capsizing at any moment!

To the foreigners, the Hope was a treasure trove and a golden opportunity to make a name for themselves.

But in Su Mo's eyes, they were the same! "1.05, 1.03, 1.01, 0.99!!!"

"Now! Moore! Where the hell is your Destruction Main Cannon?!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!"

"Give them a good beating, and blast them away!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Faced with Su Mo's almost furious roar, Moore did not respond.

The returning Su Mo is a cannon. It's Destruction Main Cannon with a caliber of 130mm! And each shell is a 40-pound psionic TnT!

It was the deafening roar of artillery fire!

The Hope was rocking back and forth, constantly tilting to the left and right, as the sea surface rippled under the bombardment of the cannonballs!

It was the desperate cry of a foreign race!

It is the bloodshed of human weapons on the wasteland!

It is the release of nearly a month of pent-up patience! It is the eve of a bountiful harvest!

These were hot tears that spilled from Su Mo's eyes as he roared with excitement!

It was also the first step that humanity's strongest would take out of the wasteland! Amidst the extreme noise and explosions, even though Su Mo's physical abilities were extraordinary, his eardrums went on strike at this moment! After the extreme explosions came extreme silence.

It was so quiet that the world seemed to have lost all sound, turning into a silent film.

The camera transmitted a scene that resembled hell, and with a constant buzzing in his ears, Su Mo could no longer see it clearly.

There were countless instances of alien races trying to escape, only to be instantly vaporized by cannon fire.

In the high-definition display of the lenses dismantled from the modular shipyard, Su Mo could even see the astonishment on the faces of these closest alien races when they saw the boxes floating on the sea.

shock?

Puzzled?

helpless?

There was no fear on their faces?

Yes, they felt no fear! Faced with this destruction that felt like Divine Punishment, they had forgotten what fear was.

They didn't even understand what had happened.

Like Su Mo, who had already lost his hearing while sitting in the cockpit, they were also deaf, completely and utterly deaf.

At 6:18, just before sunrise.

The dawn here is quiet on the eve of the coming light.

The long night here is just beginning to break! We'll be changing shifts in an hour, you know what that means~