The Fourth Calamity never believed in the steel torrent!

Chapter 86 We have inevitably encountered Cambrian powered armor soldiers!

"Holy crap, what did I just hit? Why are sparks flying everywhere?"

One of the Sentinel players looked at an enemy he had just killed with a confused expression on his face.

He was certain that his long burst of fire had killed the enemy, but when the enemy was hit, sparks seemed to have splattered from his chest.

Interesting. Could they be elite soldiers equipped with breastplates or power armor?
He narrowed his eyes slightly, focusing his attention even more, and continued to move like a human armored vehicle, firing as he went, with medics occasionally throwing him a medical kit. He was having a great time.

Meanwhile, seeing the team of assault troops who had just gone out fall to their deaths, the Black Hawk officer in charge of command at the front was heartbroken.

Given their experience in urban warfare, how could they not try to arm their soldiers with additional gear?

Although the Black Hawk Empire did not have dedicated combat engineers or similar units, they did have a similar force, consisting of assault teams wearing breastplates and thick helmets.

Their infantry unit lacked the Dread Knights, who were considered the elite of the Empire. This was unavoidable, given the limited production of power armor.

However, thanks to these breastplates and extra-thick steel helmets, combined with strong soldiers and automatic firepower, the final effect is very strong, and they are very useful in urban warfare.

Unfortunately, what on the other side was that thing?
Based on the continuous barrage of fire and the sparks flying from the enemy's bodies when they hit them, the Black Hawk officer quickly made a judgment:
What they encountered was inevitably the Cambrian Empire's powered armored soldiers!

There was no other way. In his knowledge, the only people who could carry a heavy machine gun, run and fire at the same time, and block so many bullets at the same time were powered armor soldiers.

Even the assault team members wearing breastplates could only withstand mid-range submachine gun and pistol fire at best; they could never withstand a barrage of heavy machine gun fire.

He couldn't think of any other possibility besides powered armored soldiers who could carry another machine gun and run while exchanging fire with their heavy machine guns.

Clearly, he was intimidated by the machine gunner's firepower and armor, since he didn't know that the machine gunner was actually using a light machine gun.

Of course, the kind of water-cooled machine gun that players use, with its 200-round drum magazine and the weight of the bullets, which is about 50 kilograms, is not really a light machine gun, but it is at least lighter than a typical water-cooled machine gun weighing over 40 kilograms.

Therefore, the machine gun sentries' performance was not as exaggerated as they imagined; they didn't actually carry a 100-pound heavy machine gun around everywhere.

Moreover, the sparks from bullets hitting them don't mean the machine gunners were completely bulletproof. If they were fired a few more times, the sentries would die too.

Andrei knew these things, but how could the Black Hawk officer on the other side know them?

The thought that the enemy had even brought out powered armored soldiers that had never appeared before made his heart pound wildly.

"Artillery, we need support! Bombard them with mortars!"

The officer shouted desperately at the mortar crew behind him, but the next moment, a mortar shell from the player exploded first, blasting him into the air.

"Hehe, we took down a big fish, at least a company commander!"

Looking at the merits he had earned, the player chuckled. From the overhead view he had taken while bombarding the area with mortars, he immediately noticed a guy behind the wall gesturing and pointing at the others.

If he can't recognize this guy as an officer, then he's wasted all those games he's played. This guy is so arrogant that he doesn't even know how to hide himself. It would be a shame not to take him down.

Just as the players were using mortars to gradually suppress the enemies in the camp and preparing to extend their fire further in, that damned rain of fire came again. At the same time, along with the rain of fire overhead, a fissure engulfed in flames appeared before their eyes.

The players were busy fleeing in panic, trying to avoid the rain of fire falling from above, and for a moment they couldn't pay attention to the crack in front of them.

But in the next moment, a dozen strangely shaped, six-legged hounds with bizarre appearances, as if their skin had been peeled off, and various tentacles extending from their bodies suddenly ran out from the crack.

"Holy crap, has this opened the gates of hell? What kind of absurd world is this? What trench crusade?"

The players couldn't help but complain while quickly firing at the hounds, but they suddenly noticed something strange.

Their bullets should have hit the hounds, but none of them caused any damage, or rather, it was as if they hit a shadow.

These creatures, which resembled hellhounds, were neither injured nor hindered in the slightest; they didn't even stop moving.

"Damn it! This game has a bug..."

The unfortunate player had barely uttered a shout when a hunting dog rushed towards him and pounced on him.

He quickly raised one hand to defend himself, blocking the gaping maw that was biting at his throat. A bloody light immediately appeared before his eyes, indicating the extent of his injuries.

At the same time, the player switched weapons and took out a spiked club, smashing it hard at the hunting dog.

With a dull, cracking sound, the hound's head was smashed open by the spiked club, and various internal organs, pieced together from different parts, burst out of the opening as if they had exploded.

"Good heavens, so this thing can only be killed in close combat!"

If it were any other unit, and they were suddenly attacked by such a horde of hellhounds, they would surely panic and might even scatter on the spot.

But for players, what's so scary about this thing besides its ugly appearance?

In terms of attack power and difficulty to kill, he is not even as difficult to kill as an enemy charging at him with a bayonet!

After a struggle, the player quickly figured out the patterns of this hunting dog.

This thing seems to be in a strange ethereal state most of the time. Only when attacked does its body solidify, making it vulnerable to attacks. Therefore, the best solution is to kill it with melee weapons!
"So, where did the game designers get this idea from? A hound version of Obito Uchiha?"

Players are furious to encounter someone with the same abilities as Tu Zi in another world, while mages who finally managed to summon a batch of hellhounds are killed by the players in the blink of an eye are even more furious!

Damn it, you guys are having a blast killing people, but the hellhounds didn't manage to devour any souls, and now they're coming after me for their money!

Even the richest family doesn't have surplus grain. Do you really think that the Abyss Mage has a lot of souls at his disposal?
This group of players, along with the Black Hawk soldiers who were actively resisting the players' attack, were fighting with great passion. Under the intense strafing and shelling, both sides were somewhat out of control.

At that moment, neither the other Blackhawk soldiers in the camp nor the Abyss Mage, who was busy grieving the loss of his hounds, noticed one thing:

Another enemy squad of twenty men, led by Andrei, had silently circled around to the rear of their camp and arrived at the location where their mechs were parked.

(End of this chapter)