Especially for those low-level pirates who lived like beasts and had no dignity, this simple establishnt of faith and rigorous training had already transford them.
Though they still couldn't help wanting to rob anything valuable they saw or desire any beautiful woman they encountered. Though they sotis still wanted to slack off, still liked to fight, drink, and gamble. However, their now strong bodies, the clean uniforms on them, and the trustworthy comrades by their side made them feel, for the first ti, like they were human.
In a way, Fatty's shaping of the bandit army focused more on psychological reinforcent.
As an expert in psychology, Fatty understood well how fervent so people could beco when they finally found sothing to believe in.
In this era where soldiers from all countries only saw being a soldier as a profession, dreaming of promotion and a life of luxury, the warriors of the bandit army were purer, more obedient, and braver. The recklessness in their bones also made them more aggressive and wilder.
Fatty knew how to control such an army.
Whether it was running, fighting, chanical control, or other basic subjects, regular subjects, and special subject training, Fatty always took the lead, setting an example.
His persistence, sweat, strength, and reckless temperant gained the recognition and even worship of every warrior. This worship was repeatedly magnified and eventually rged with every warrior's belief.
Masquerading as an iron-blooded soldier, Fatty successfully turned himself into a War God, a pillar supporting all warriors' future aspirations.
But now, this person had been attacked by a rocket! His life or death unknown!
Markovich, with red eyes, piloted the modified cha and charged at the forefront.
Behind him were forty-nine identical chas, with cha warriors inside who also had red eyes.
Besides bandit army mbers, no one recognized these modified chas. With short, stout bodies, folding legs. They moved on roads with front wheels and rear tracks, carrying wings on their backs and three-nozzle auxiliary thrusters with V-shaped point-to-point suspension. The cha's arms were long and strong, the right arm held an inverted crescent-shaped armor-piercing axe, and the left arm clutched a strange disc with four claws.
The cha was crafted by Tian Xingjian.
Every warrior piloting this kind of cha had witnessed how Fatty stayed up late every night, how he crawled through warehouses filled with parts, and how he repeatedly conducted high-intensity tests in the test field with chas that were not yet fully operational. And how he taught everyone to control the chas in the training field.
Although Fatty always wore a cheerful and nonchalant expression every day, everyone knew that during that period, he slept less than three hours a day.
I laugh at the sky with the Heng Dao, the liver, and gall as bright as Mount Kunlun.
On the day Leray lost the Bermuda Star System, the cha was finalized and nad [Heng Dao].
As long as they boarded the cha and saw the control platform in the cockpit engraved with those two lines of poetry, every single person would be filled with hot blood.
Now, Heng Dao is unsheathed!
"Kill for !"
That roar drowned out all sounds on First Avenue.
Explosions, gunfire, screams, and the tallic clashing during cha fighting paled in comparison.
In fact, Markovich's command was unnecessary. The few dozen bandit army cha soldiers, with red eyes, had already rushed forward crazily.
A photographer hiding on the second floor of a building recorded the scene with trembling hands. This footage, when broadcasted, made every ch knight in the Free World, boastful of their superior skills, shudder in silence.
No words could describe such a scene. Fifty chas that the people of the Free World had never seen before surged onto First Avenue like a hundred-ter-high wave in a tsunami. They moved quickly, their formation and steps very orderly, completely occupying the hundred-ter-wide flying car lane. In low air, a dozen chas activated their auxiliary thrusters and charged forward, leaving behind three blue tail streams like the burning hooves of Hell Knights.
The attackers who had launched an assault on the Tai Sect cha Branch were stunned by the scene unfolding before them. The crowd swarming towards the entrance of the chanical Armor Hall, the pouring firepower flashing off, all paused at that mont.
A few support chas, almost reflexively, turned around, aiming their machine cannon muzzles at the surging wave of chas.
........
But it was all in vain.
When the energy cannon muzzles on the arms of these suddenly appearing chas gathered and released blue light, and the tallic missile launchers on the cha shoulders began to rotate madly, and when the six-missile launchers on their waists fired red-tipped missiles with white smoke streaking through the air....
Everyone knew that the attackers standing in their way were dood!
At that mont, First Avenue beca a true fiery purgatory.
There was no imagined close-quarters combat. Fifty chas used overwhelming firepower, extending ruthlessly and madly forward as if Mount Tai was pressing down.
The white flashes of explosions, like a torrential rain ravaging a lotus pond, turned into a sea of light. Fires twisted and surged in thick smoke, energy cannons, machine cannons, missiles... different weapons covered the sa spots. It was a cost-no-object, unrelenting, and ruthless massacre.
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