bookrandom Chapter 932 The Sun Rises as Usual (Page 12)
Chapter 932 The Sun Rises as Usual (Page 12)
[Time]: Autumn 1956, thirty minutes before dawn
[Location]: Deep in a dead end at the "Ghost's Bane" pass in the Siege Mountains of the Maestra Mountains.
"Crack... Sizzle..."
The left arm of Che Guevara's "Broken Army" mech, with its six-barreled cannon that had been roaring just moments before, emitted a final metallic scraping sound as it spun aimlessly.
The scorching hot barrel was still slightly reddish even in the damp night air, but the glaring red "0" on the ammunition box display screen announced the end of heavy firepower.
"Damn it! We're out of bullets!"
He yelled into the communication channel, his voice distorted by extreme tension.
This is not a drill, nor is it a movie.
The black monster opposite, standing on a boulder, was three meters and two inches tall, with barbs growing on its back and half a human intestine hanging from its chest. It was tilting its head and staring coldly at the tin can with its single eye.
It seemed to understand that it was the sound of running out of ammunition.
"Roar--"
It didn't rush forward.
Instead, it approached step by step, as if enjoying the thrill of a cat playing with a mouse.
The newly grown, enormous foot stomped on the gravel, producing a dull, grinding sound.
"Retreat! Retreat towards that V-shaped pass!"
Castro piloted another mech to block Chey's path, his right hand's thermal blade drawing an orange-red arc of light through the air.
"Even if you're stabbed with a knife, you must hold on!"
But this is obviously in vain.
The other four monsters also emerged from the shadows.
Their dark, keratinous skin, evolved through cannibalism, gleamed with a metallic sheen resembling that of a tank under the moonlight.
Two large-caliber armor-piercing rounds hit it just now, leaving only two small white dots emitting blue smoke.
"They are driving us into a dead end."
He glanced behind him through the rearview camera on the screen.
It was a sheer cliff nearly a hundred meters high.
There is no way out.
The remaining seven or eight guerrillas were leaning against the rock face, their rifles and a few last grenades trembling in their hands.
Faced with this absolute power disparity, their courage was like a candle flame in the wind.
"Don't panic!"
Castro shouted, and his voice echoed through the valley via loudspeaker.
"As long as we live, Cuba is not dead! Second combat team, concentrate your fire on their eyes! That's their only weakness!"
"Bang bang bang!"
A few scattered gunshots rang out.
The bullet did hit.
But the leading monster only closed its eyelids slightly.
Those hard eyelids actually deflected the rifle bullet!
"Whoosh-"
It moved.
Its massive body left a trail of afterimages.
Castro only had time to raise his heat knife in a defensive gesture.
"when!!"
A deafening, metallic clang resounded.
The "Po Jun" mech, weighing several tons, flew off the ground like a soda can kicked by a child, crashing heavily into the rock wall behind it and smashing down a large amount of rubble.
"Fidel!"
He cried out in alarm and wanted to rush over to help.
But the other two monsters instantly flanked them from the left and right.
One of its claws, covered in bone spurs, ripped open a gash several tens of centimeters deep in the side of the mech with a "ripping" sound. The hydraulic lines inside burst instantly, and black engine oil sprayed out.
"Damn it! My left leg is immobilized!"
He knelt on the ground, desperately trying to maintain his balance, and plunged the tactical dagger in his right hand into the monster's shoulder.
But the alloy dagger, powerful enough to pierce steel plates, was stuck like an old tree root, firmly wedged by the tough muscle fibers, and could not be pulled out at all.
"It's too hard! It's way too hard..."
Castro's painful coughing could be heard through the headphones.
The impact probably fractured his ribs.
"This isn't a living thing at all..."
"Cough cough...tsk...listen..."
The signal on Castro's end was intermittent, indicating that the communication system was also damaged.
"Conventional weapons... can't kill them. We... need to change our approach..."
"Change our approach?"
Qie, piloting his mech, managed to stand up with his back against the rock wall. Before him were five enormous, nightmarish shadows that completely surrounded them in a dead end roughly the size of a basketball court.
"Unless you can make that mountain collapse and bury them, it will be too late even if our comrades from China airdrop new ammunition boxes now!"
"The mountain may collapse... but that might not be enough."
Castro's voice suddenly became eerily calm.
Instead of retaliating, he awkwardly maneuvered the badly damaged mechanical arm towards a storage compartment inside the mech's cockpit.
There was a small, silver device, like a Zippo lighter. It was a "special communicator" that Fang Yu had personally handed to them before their departure.
"But... what if the sky were to fall down?"
He paused for a moment, stunned.
Immediately, his gaze swept across the small holographic screen, and he gasped as if he had been suddenly pulled from the deep sea.
"You mean...that?!"
"Xingtian!"
The two words struck like a thunderclap.
He instantly understood what his old comrade meant.
"But...it's too close!"
He stared at the monster that was almost right in front of him.
"At this distance... the shockwave from a railgun would turn us all to dust! One of those things weighs seven or eight tons! And it's a hypersonic impact!"
"This is our only chance!"
Castro has already turned on that "lighter".
A small red light began to flash, and a tiny holographic projection appeared in the polluted cockpit air.
"If we don't do this, we'll be eaten alive, one bite at a time, and become nourishment for those disgusting monsters!"
"But if we take a gamble... maybe that shell can save our lives. Or perhaps... at least we can die like revolutionaries."
He glanced at the trembling young warriors around him, then at the group of Atlas opposite him who were already drooling and preparing to enjoy their "feast".
That unique blend of madness and composure that resided in his very being reignited at this moment.
"it is good."
"Then let them witness... true divine punishment!"
Qie's fingers flew across the cracked keyboard, connecting the mech's attitude perception data to Castro's terminal via a data link.
“Cover me for three minutes. No, one minute. I need precise guidance,” Castro growled.
"One minute. No problem. Even if I have to bite it with my teeth."
"Everyone! Shrink to the deepest recess in the rock wall! Immediately! Allocate all shield energy to the front!"
Qie, maneuvering the already battered mech, stopped retreating and instead took a step forward.
The remaining intact mechanical right arm pulled out a two-meter-long alloy steel chisel that had been prepared beforehand from behind.
"Come on! You bunch of bastards who only know how to eat human flesh!"
The loudspeaker emitted a tragic and provocative sound, reminiscent of Beethoven's Symphony No. 5.
The five Atlas seemed to sense that their prey's attitude had changed.
The largest evolved creature in the lead let out a provoked roar, and the rock-like muscles in its hind legs suddenly contracted, propelling it into the air like a black cannonball.
"boom!"
There was absolutely no attempt to dodge. That doesn't conform to fluid dynamics.
He chose the most primitive approach—head-on confrontation.
The mech's engines roared and overloaded, spewing blue flames from its nozzles.
That moment.
Steel and biological muscle collide once again.
"Squeak-"
He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train.
The alarm blared wildly, and the screen in front of me turned blood red.
The immense impact nearly destroyed the mech's gyroscope almost instantly.
But he did not fall.
Because he had driven the steel rod through the monster's soft abdomen—its only soft spot—and driven it straight into the rock behind it.
The massive creature that was trying to pounce on and tear the cockpit apart was pinned to mid-air like a specimen.
"One!!"
He gritted his teeth, even tasting the saltiness of his own blood.
He slammed the control sticks all the way down, and the mech slammed the struggling, roaring monster against the rock wall, holding on tightly.
Upon seeing this, the other monsters immediately swarmed and attacked.
One of the teeth bit into the mech's right arm, its sharp teeth slicing through the hydraulic lines with a snapping sound, like shearing steel bars.
Another one climbed onto the top of the mech's head and frantically tore at the main sensor.
The screen went black. Only a small auxiliary screen remained lit.
You can't see anything after cutting it.
All that could be heard was the distinctive, teeth-grinding sound of the armor shell being peeled away bit by bit.
Air began to leak from the cockpit, and the pungent, suffocating stench from outside rushed in.
"Fidel... are you done yet?! I'm about to be ripped open!!"
the other side.
Castro's mech was sculpted like a sculpture, clinging to the recesses in the rock wall, firmly blocking the unarmored soldiers.
His screen no longer showed battle scenes.
Instead, it is a blue starry sky.
A point of light, codenamed "XT-03", is slowly moving along that parabola.
【connection succeeded. 】
[Authentication successful... Highest level of access (authorized by Fang Yu)]
[Target coordinates locked: XX degrees North latitude, XX degrees West longitude; altitude correction complete.]
[Error Warning: Target too close to caller (less than 100 meters). Extremely dangerous. Confirm strike?]
The emotionless, synthesized female voice from the system echoed in Castro's ears, like the final judge.
"Confirmed! Send those pieces of trash that crawled out of hell back to me!"
Castro's fingers did not tremble at all as he pressed the virtual red button heavily.
"Strike confirmed."
"Ammunition loaded. Xingtian—fire."
……
at this time.
Near Earth orbit, hundreds of kilometers away.
In that silent vacuum, a black space station, resembling a giant cross, slowly rotates against the blue arc of Earth.
Sudden.
Its lower hatch slid open.
There was no fire or smoke from that pitch-black launch port.
Only a barely visible blue arc of electricity flashed by.
A solid tungsten alloy rod, six meters long and half a meter in diameter, was accelerated to an unbelievable initial velocity by an electromagnetic coil in an instant, and fell toward that insignificant patch of green jungle on the Earth's surface.
Mach 10.