Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Cool!"

Liu Zheng shouted excitedly, then fired several more bursts of bullets at the flying insects that hadn't had time to retreat, tearing several insects to pieces.

But this is the final result.

With all the leaders dead, the middle and lower-level managers who came to provide support weren't fools; they all fled in all directions, wishing they had grown more wings.

"Commander, should we pursue them?"

"Commander Maria asked."

"No, let's go to the nest."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

Although he hoped to eradicate these pests in one fell swoop, he couldn't afford to lose sight of the bigger picture for the sake of small gains.

Delivering takeout to Chen Xiaoxue was both a request from the security guard and a task he had to complete.

"Roger that. Continue towards the nest!"

"Commander Maria gave the order."

Driver Dmitri slammed on the gas, and the previously slow-moving "kitten" suddenly sped off like a tiger descending a mountain.

Having completed their main mission, the crew members became even more unrestrained.

Along the way, whether it was a tree blocking the way or an insect passing by, they were all blasted away with a cannonball.

If one shell doesn't shatter it, then fire another one.

Anyway, the driver major didn't give him much else, but there was an absolute abundance of regular artillery shells; even if you fired the tank gun until it was red-hot, you still wouldn't run out.

With such a rapid advance, the tank quickly approached its destination.

The closer you get to the center of the jungle, the fewer trees there are.

In the end, the ordinary plants disappeared, and the vegetation on the ground turned into a fungal carpet that looked like flesh and blood.

On the fungal carpet, which is larger than two football fields, numerous holes are distributed in a staggered pattern.

Some of these holes are covered by a semi-transparent film, while others are not.

Some of the holes that weren't covered by the membrane were empty, while others revealed the head of an insect with its eyes closed.

In the center of the fungal carpet, a group of insects were stacked together like a human pyramid, layer upon layer, reaching a height of more than ten meters, forming an insect tower.

"That's disgusting."

Captain Maria looked disgusted.

"Then let's destroy it."

Liu Zheng said.

"Kolobanov, destroy them!"

"Commander Maria gave the order."

The gunner immediately fired a high-explosive shell toward the edge of the fungal carpet.

There is still plenty of time; they can completely uproot this fungal carpet inch by inch.

At the same time, it can also serve as a test.

However, just as the high-explosive bomb was about to hit the fungal carpet, an anomaly occurred.

All the insects vibrated their vocal organs simultaneously, and the sound, which was beyond the hearing range of most organisms, was gathered together and amplified hundreds or thousands of times.

The high-explosive bomb is blocked by the sound waves and cannot fall, then it explodes automatically.

However, the flames and shockwaves from the explosion were absorbed by the sonic barrier, causing no damage to the fungal carpet below.

However, this was within the crew's expectations.

Even the lone insects at the front have ways to defend against artillery shells, let alone the insects' main base?

“Keep shooting.”

"Commander Maria gave the order."

High-explosive shells, high-explosive armor-piercing shells, armor-piercing shells, incendiary shells, and high-explosive shells.

Countless different types of shells were loaded and fired one after another.

Liu Zheng wasn't idle either; he adjusted the angle of the anti-aircraft machine gun to its minimum and fired at the fungal carpet along with the heavy machine gun.

Intense flames burned continuously above the fungal carpet, exceeding the intensity of sunlight and even the flash of a nuclear explosion.

However, the sonic barrier created by the swarm was more robust than they had imagined, showing no signs of collapse even under such intense bombardment.

"Commander, this can't go on."

Captain Maria frowned.

Even if you can't use up all the shells, there's still a limit to how much cannonballs you can use.

"Comrade Train Commander, do you have any ideas?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“I’ll take Kascizen down there to take a look. You’ll take over command and act as the loader.”

Captain Maria suggested.

The swarm's sonic barrier is clearly designed to counter ranged firepower.

Even without the tanks, they are still the most formidable warriors.

"No."

Liu Zheng rejected Captain Maria's proposal.

With the situation unclear, close-quarters combat would certainly be unwise; who knows if the insects have any other tricks up their sleeves.

"So, Commander, what do you plan to do?"

"Commander Maria asked."

"Try using fart cannonballs."

He said.

"I've never heard of these shells before. Are they really reliable?"

Captain Maria asked doubtfully.

Those Germans loved to study these strange and unusual things; some of them were indeed useful, but most of the time they just made people laugh.

"Why not give it a try? I've already bought it."

Liu Zheng said.

"Alright. You're the commander, you're in charge."

Captain Maria reluctantly agreed to his proposal.

The main problem is that they only have a wisp of their souls left, and they really can't sustain a long hand-to-hand combat battle.

When the tank commander nodded, the loader, Cassitzen, immediately pulled out the ammunition box containing the fart bomb.

He unlocked the latch and abruptly lifted the cover, a sharp laugh immediately echoing throughout the tank compartment.

A rare look of hesitation crossed Cassitzen's face as he took a strange shell out of the ammunition box.

It's less like a cannonball and more like a small airplane.

Its entire body was painted in black and red, and the airplane nose was painted into a grinning beast head.

Inside the airplane cabin sat a small, ugly, green creature, making faces at them.

"What is this?"

All the crew members raised the same question.

Fortunately, Kascizen was reliable enough that, despite his doubts, he didn't forget to immediately close the box, just as the driver, the major, had instructed.

"Never mind all that, let's try firing three shots first."

Liu Zheng was the first to react and make the suggestion.

“That’s right. Kassitsen, Kolobanov, shoot that damn thing out of here.”

"Commander Maria gave the order."

Now that both commanders had given the order, Cassini put aside his doubts and loaded the fart shell into the breech.

Faced with this act that was practically sending it to its death, the green creature did not try to resist. Instead, it was overjoyed and even saluted the crew members.

Although the gesture was somewhat inappropriate, its attitude still made the crew members feel a little guilty.

How should I put it? It feels like they're trying to trick a fool into touching an electrical wire.

Of course, being a Predator, this slight guilt didn't stop Cassitzen from opening the ammunition box again, stuffing two Pssemite shells into the breech, and then firing.

The first missile, already launched, saw two more of its comrades fly out and miraculously steered the plane to turn back.

The three "fart-spiking" shells gathered together and chatted for a while in a language the crew couldn't understand. Then they adjusted their positions to ensure the three "people" were in a straight line.

Then, something happened again that the crew members couldn't understand.

The three green creatures did not run away or charge towards the target; instead, they made a gesture toward the tank.

What do they mean?

Even though Captain Maria was quite knowledgeable, she still didn't understand it.

The loader, gunner, and driver looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I guess they mean they want us to give them a signal, like blowing the whistle to cut players in a game."

Liu Zheng, who had participated in the competition twice, had a bit of inspiration.

"Then let's give it a try. Kolobanov, fire a shot at them."

"Commander Maria gave the order."

A high-explosive shell was fired from the cannon barrel and exploded with a loud bang in mid-air.

The three green creatures, like track and field athletes hearing the starting gun, cheered and charged towards the insect tower in the center of the fungal carpet.

Chapter 201 Farting Technology, Unrivaled Under Heaven

Three fart-sprite cannonballs flew toward the insect tower at extremely high speed.

However, their route is not a straight line.

They flew neither in a straight line nor along a curve, but rather as balls of thread of varying lengths.

These balls of yarn have no discernible pattern, and sometimes they even intersect, almost causing them to collide.

But the three little green creatures enjoyed this suicidal flight, even deliberately seeking out this thrilling and exciting effect.

Rather than fighting or competing, they were playing.

Not to mention the disciplined military crew, even Liu Zheng was speechless.

Of course, the driver major wouldn't actually throw him some junk.

Soon, the three fart-spiking cannonballs demonstrated their capabilities.

Although they were flying playfully, they were getting closer and closer to the insect tower.

The swarm quickly adjusted its rhythm, and a portion of the sonic barrier was deployed to surround them.

The three fart-shaped projectiles made no attempt to dodge; instead, they cheerfully and willingly crashed into the sound barrier.

As they collided, a green light shot out from the three green creatures and then quickly merged into one.

The sonic barrier, which was strong enough to withstand dozens of shells without being damaged, was ignored by the green-glowing, farting shells, which passed right through it.

This behavior even seems to have fueled their competitive spirit.

The three fart-sprite cannonballs stopped playing around and rushed straight toward the insect tower, quickly reaching within 100 meters of it.

This has really stirred up a hornet's nest.