Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 216: Killing And Conscience

Da da da da! Da da da da!!! Countless gunshots rang out, and bullets rained down like raindrops. Wherever it passed, the large shield was shattered, the human body was penetrated, and a rain of blood poured out.

The large shields and spears of the Cold Weapon Era are completely vulnerable to modern hot weapons! Even if it's just a group of helpless civilians who use these hot weapons!

This was a messy battle. The army of the Presbyterian Church on Cerea Planet had already been scattered by dense bullets, and the rest of them could only fight on their own. The situation of the armed civilians in the technical movement was not much better. They just rushed forward with enthusiasm and took up their guns to sweep around.

The formation does not exist, and the units and fronts do not exist at all. These civilians just go up and shoot, and then shoot!

But with modern weapons in hand, you don't need to face the opponent's ferocious eyes like a knife, and you don't need to feel the fear of hot blood splashing on your face, to listen to the sound of muscles tearing, bones breaking, and more These well-trained full-time soldiers will not chop melons and chop vegetables because of lack of exercise...

All you need is to pull the trigger and watch the people in front of you fall down in pieces. Not even a large shield covered with iron can resist the shooting of the weapon in hand! You don't even know how those people died!

But in short, they are dead... I don't know if they died from the bullets you fired.

Yuri Olov was also immersed in this pleasure. He picked up a 21-type assault rifle with straw hanging from the box, stuffed it directly into the hands of a 15- or 6-year-old boy next to him, and patted him on the shoulder. Say loudly, "Okay boy, listen to me! Here's the muzzle, here's the trigger, here's the butt! Aim the muzzle at the enemy, put the butt against your shoulder, and pull the trigger! Got it?"

He looked at the boy who was fiddling with an assault rifle, and pushed the boy's muzzle away, "Oh no, you can't point the gun at your friend, understand? Well, go up now! Remember to lie on the ground and shoot! Go, boy! For the bright future of Planet Cerea!! Hahaha!"

Then he looked at an old woman in her 50s next to him, took out a grenade from the box and handed it over, "If you are getting old and can't stand the recoil, use this! Look, pull out the latch and throw it out! Then Get down! Do you understand? Let's do it, for Cerea, for Cerea! Yay!"

Yuri yelled a few slogans perfunctorily and pushed the old woman onto the battlefield.

Vitali Olov has been standing behind looking at his own, his face was pale, he said in a trembling voice: "He...they are just children and old people..."

"When they decide to take up arms, they are no longer children and old people Vitali. They are..." Yuri smiled and picked up an assault rifle and threw it to the person next to him, "It's my customer."

"No...it's different! This, absolutely not!" Vitali pressed Yuri's hand, "This is different from what we thought! On Tatooine, it was a group of criminals who bought our weapons, and They are also dealing with mercenaries! But it's different! It's different here on Planet Cerea!"

"You tell me what's different? Oh, it's a little bit. I sold Scar them a gun for 400 credits, but on Planet Cerea, I only count 300 credits for a gun, which is a discount of 7.5!"

Vitali saw a woman running back covered in blood. She should have been farming for a long time, her body is in good condition, and the blood on her body belongs to other people. She threw the empty assault rifle on the ground and said with a big smile, "Quick! Give me another one! Give me another one!"

No matter if it is a human being or any other intelligent creature, what exists in its bones is the animal nature of bloodthirsty and killing! Not to mention this kind of unilateral massacre!

Vitali was in a hurry, he ran over and grabbed the woman's hand, and said loudly: "Do you know what you are doing? You are killing people! You are killing people, do you understand? Your hands should be used to hold your child, should not pull the trigger to cause killing!!"

"Go away!" The woman pushed Vitali to the ground, took a brand-new assault rifle from a B-1 combat robot, kissed the robot's head, and rushed to the battlefield.

Vitali sat on the ground with his head in his hands, "Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

Yuri squatted down next to him, put the cigar in his mouth directly into his mouth, and said softly: "I said it, people are like this, that's why I choose to sell weapons instead of lollipops. But you have to understand, they asked me for this on their own initiative. First, I didn't advertise, and second, I didn't send salesmen, but they knew I had weapons, so they came to me. Remember what the Supreme Commander asked us to do at the beginning? Some ingredients for Ephant. But now?"

"But they are civilians! Yuri! The Fucking civilians!!!!" Vitali was furious all of a sudden, he jumped up and pushed Yuri away, and then wanted to go to find Dorr-Femi-Bonmi said separately, but when he saw the fanaticism on Elder Dorr's face, he was in despair.

"Listen to me Vitaly, they're not flat..."

"Don't tell me this, Yuri, don't..." Vitali pointed at Yuri's nose as if he was looking at a stranger, gradually distanced himself from him, and then stepped on a hoverbike and drove away.

After the battle lasted for 2 hours, it was completely over...

The participating Presbyterian troops fled in all directions, and they left behind at least half the corpses of their horses, that is to say, within two hours, they suffered more than 50,000 casualties! This is not a battle, this is a massacre, a one-sided massacre! A massacre of civilians against the army!

Even though the technical movement is just a group of civilians, what they are holding is a 5.56mm caliber assault rifle with a maximum range of 700 meters and the ability to fire 300 rounds per minute! In the face of full-power armor-piercing projectiles, even 10mm steel plates can penetrate!

The stamped plate armor and large iron shield worn by the Presbyterian soldiers are no different from a layer of paper.

Elder Dorr has completely fallen into madness, and this victory made him see the dawn of victory!

After this battle, it is impossible for the Council of Elders to mobilize more troops in a short period of time, and even if they mobilize more troops, they can only increase the number of casualties in the face of modern assault rifles.

He left 1,000 people to take care of the wounded, and then directly led the mighty procession towards Tekaf, the capital of Cerea.

The elders meeting 2 days later was the beginning of his journey to the top!! His son will become the Great Elder of Planet Cerea, a planet with power!