Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

Chapter 691: Arrival!

High Tree Camp.

Although Zhang Renfeng had declared that the war would end where "the tall trees cannot see," just to be on the safe side, considerable firepower was still deployed at various outposts and key points.

The tribal warriors, weapons in hand, stood ready for battle. Even if they were truly pushed to their doorstep, they still had the strength to fight to the death.

The peregrine falcon has prepared as many herbs as possible and has nothing else to do for the time being.

At this moment, he was babbling like a toddler, looking at the contents of the letter and pointing with his finger. He was spelling out each word one by one, but couldn't read a complete sentence. His English level was actually similar to Zhang Renfeng's; both of them were at the conversational level, with almost no reading or writing ability.

Old Zhang and Xiao Mei could tutor him, but the Peregrine Falcon didn't have that privilege. The contents of this letter made him truly understand what it means to "regret not having enough knowledge when you need it."

……

"What are you looking at?"

"..." Now that things have come to this, the sudden sound in the empty house no longer startles the peregrine falcon.

“I can’t understand it.” Peregrine was very honest, throwing the letter on the table with a puzzled look on his face. “I can’t understand either the armor or the instruction manual.”

"How could anyone make something like this? Some of my tribesmen are still hunting with bows and arrows, and yet, on the other side of the battlefield, a set of armor like this has appeared..."

"Father, I can't describe this feeling."

Peregrine Falcon has always been a very quiet person, which stems from his observation and experience of nature.

However, when the wooden box was opened and what it contained completely exceeded nature's "definition," his first reaction was deep fear.

He couldn't describe his feelings at that moment; they were quite complex, only that it felt like...

"A sense of disconnect?" Shan picked up the letter, looked it over, and casually remarked, "A feeling of being abandoned by the world?"

The peregrine falcon looked at its father with surprise in its eyes.

Shan then read the contents of the letter aloud in a calm tone.

"Dear Zhang, everything is fine in Baiju Town, and the electrical company is doing well."

"Last time, you tested the maximum load-bearing limit in my laboratory, and the results surprised me greatly. I have been thinking about how to turn your load-bearing limit into an absolute advantage on the battlefield. Your performance in the Battle of Lagras provided me with some ideas—you were wearing armor made by a blacksmith, which ordinary bullets could not penetrate, and you were still able to exert your mobility with superhuman strength."

“Do you remember Icarus? That was one of my projects in Dover, but after meeting you, my design approach changed.”

"It is too difficult to build an autonomous robot. I am limited by the level of component technology in this era and it is difficult for me to achieve my goal."

"However, it would be much easier to create a suit of armor that is 'human' in control of the movements, and that only provides protection, assistance, weapons, and firepower suppression."

"I modified some parts from Icarus to create this armor. Using your load-bearing capacity as a reference, I added as many devices as possible on top of that. Here is a general explanation, designed to be as simple and easy to understand as possible so you can operate it freely."

"I wish you all the best in your battle ahead."

"Tao A. Rees"

……

"That's about it." Shan gently set down the letter, turning his gaze to the forest shrouded in the deep night. "Watch closely."

"This war will be an excellent rehearsal."

"A rehearsal for what?" the peregrine falcon asked suspiciously.

"The future," Flash murmured.

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"What's going on?" Coulson keenly sensed something was wrong. He took out his compass, calibrated the direction, and after confirming his guess, alarm bells immediately rang in his mind. "Gao Shu's old camp should be due south of us. Why is it veering off course?"

"The vanguard encountered a small group of Native Americans and engaged them in firefight. The enemy's firepower is inferior to ours, and they are in pursuit." The messenger's tone was full of excitement; rather, the entire army was currently in a state of high spirits, celebrating their initial victory. "We'll take them down soon!"

The initial group was still shrouded in fear that poisoned arrows could fall at any moment.

But as the charge began, hundreds of people huddled together, rushing forward like madmen. The initial fear gradually dissipated, replaced by a different kind of frenzy. The poisoned arrows were swallowed up by the surging tide, and may have indeed killed a few. But the momentum of the charge was so fierce that anyone who slowed down even slightly was likely to be trampled to death by those behind them, and no one cared.

From being chased and beaten to chasing others to be beaten, this change in mentality made the army reckless, like a wild boar out of control, charging around without turning back.

By the time Coulson realized that the surrounding terrain had changed, it was too late.

The trees are separated.

This is a rare open space—flat terrain, with few trees around to block the view, and all that's left are charred, dead wood.

"Stop!" A bad feeling rose in his heart, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Have the vanguard change direction immediately, ignore the small groups of Indian tribes! Concentrate firepower and break through..."

……

The next moment, an overwhelming barrage of firepower came from the end of the bushes.

"Da da da da da da da—!!!"

Using wooden planks as cover, Gatling guns guarded this only road, forming a crossfire network that created a torrential downpour!

The unprepared soldiers ran headlong into the meat grinder that had been carefully prepared for them.

In the first round of attack and defense, the skirmisher lines suffered heavy losses from the poison arrows and needles of the Hightree tribe, being defeated one by one, which amplified the fear. Coulson had to adopt a denser formation, using the collective effect to counteract this fear.

However, even this tactical shift was exactly what Zhang Renfeng wanted.

Is there a better target than soldiers huddled together in an open area?

Bullets flew past, blood mist rose, and screams echoed throughout the forest.

The vanguard never imagined that this was the firepower expected of an Indian tribe. Halfway there, without even any cover, they were instantly wiped out. The screams and wails that can be heard now mostly come from the middle of the column, who are using the bodies of the vanguard as cover and have managed to avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!" Coulson gritted his teeth, crouched down to avoid the hail of bullets, and continued to shout orders, "The rear guard, spread out! Reorganize into skirmish lines and attack the enemy's flanks!"

"The Gatling gun has limited firing angles, retreat into the forest first! Attack from the flank..."

……

"Boom-!!"

The heavy footsteps interrupted his commands.

Coulson's pupils involuntarily dilated.

A gigantic creature, as tall as the trees, slowly emerged from the forest with heavy footsteps.

He had a human head, limbs, and torso, his entire body a cold, metallic color; rather than armor, he resembled a metal tower. Medieval heavily armored knights looked like stunted chicks in comparison.

For a moment, the entire battlefield fell silent; Coulson couldn't even hear the rat-a-tat-tat of the Gatling gun firing.

He was utterly confused. What was this thing? Was it moving on its own, or was there a person inside?

If it's the latter...

What kind of person could move freely under this metal barrier that is about two or three meters high?

……

Beneath the heavy armor, his breathing sounded somewhat heavy.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, he suddenly started moving, faster and faster!

Amidst the soldiers' terrified screams, it stomped its feet, leaving two footprint-shaped craters in the ground. Such a massive body, yet moving at a speed completely disproportionate to its mass…

Like a small mountain, it crashed heavily into the crowd!

Chapter 692: The Grim Reaper's Weakness?

It's no exaggeration to say that if you were hit by a train on the tracks, that would be pretty much the end of you.

From a "weapon" perspective, this suit of armor is undoubtedly up to standard.

A weapon should be an amplifier of its master's power. Zhang Renfeng didn't make any unnecessary attempts; relying solely on his absolute advantage in quality, he entered the fray, and with a powerful charge, he sent several unfortunate soldiers flying!

Fortunately, after being sprayed with Gatling gun fire, the team had already scattered, so his collision didn't hit more people. However, those few unlucky ones, without the speed bump, slammed into rocks and tree trunks, breaking bones and their screams abruptly ending.

"when!"

A bullet struck the helmet of the armor, producing a tiny, insignificant spark without even leaving a scratch. The massive head turned slightly, and despite the nearly three-fold difference in size, even the sound of its movement was strangely imposing, as if one could see through the metal armor a pair of emotionless, egalitarian eyes.

Then, he took out a modified rotary machine gun from behind his back, with bullet belts wrapped around his body like iron chains.

Ordinary Gatling guns, either mounted on the ground or on a horse-drawn carriage, require a tripod that can be screwed into the ground to withstand the recoil. But in the hands of this big iron man, it's no different from an ordinary rifle or pistol.

The moment the gun barrel began to spin, countless people let out desperate cries.

"Da da da da da da da—!!"

Bullets poured out like specks of light, scattering towards the enemy.

Zhang Renfeng's strength advantage was on full display at this moment. His upper body remained almost still, steadily pressing down on the muzzle of the gun. This behemoth roared like an angry dragon, spitting fire. Countless spent cartridges were thrown out from the other side. The gunfire illuminated the large iron can, making its massive body appear even more divine in the darkness.

Wearing such a helmet inevitably limited his field of vision, but the Gatling gun's dense firepower compensated for this.

Zhang Renfeng transformed into a ruthless firing machine, slowly advancing. Each step he took was like the drumbeat of death, terrifying the soldiers to the core. At first, some resisted, but when they discovered that rifle bullets were completely ineffective against this armor and would only invite more intense retaliation, no one dared to try.

Scream.

flee.

His body was torn apart by gunfire.

Because of the metal can, Zhang Renfeng's senses were inevitably diminished.

These muffled sounds, trapped inside the tin can, echoed incessantly, drilling into his ears, but he didn't mind at all, nor did he feel the slightest bit of his conscience being tormented.

This is a battlefield. If you don't kill, people will kill you, and they will also kill the people you care about and plunder the land where you have lived for generations.

"As long as I live... you can forget about it..."

Zhang Renfeng gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and continued to unleash his firepower, roaring from inside his armor, "Don't even think about it!"

……

"Hiss..."

In a short while, the barrel had turned a red-hot iron color. There were still bullets left, but they needed to rest before they could continue firing.

On the battlefield, time is everything, and Zhang Renfeng didn't have time to wait for the gun barrel to cool down.

With a clang, he placed the Gatling gun on the ground and instead pulled out two pistols embedded in his thighs—new prototypes designed by Tao and Theon, practically brand new. Looking across the entire planet, aside from the laboratory prototypes, these two were probably the only other pistols Zhang Renfeng possessed.

Its prototype was the Winchester Model 1873 rifle, which has been modified beyond recognition.

To adapt to Zhang Renfeng's combat needs, the grip, trigger, sights, and overall structure of the gun were all significantly modified.

"boom--!!"

A copper-cased shotgun shell was fired, and driven by the gunpowder, the iron pellets pierced through the human body in an instant.

"Brothers and sisters of Gaoshu—!" Zhang Renfeng raised his gun high and roared, "Charge with me! Drive these bastards out of this forest!"

The members of the Gaoshu tribe had been waiting in comfort for a long time and were in a superior position.

With the supplies delivered by Alana and her team, their armed forces alone are no less formidable than the enemy's. Even if Coulson's intentions were to be fulfilled, and the two sides were to engage in a bloody war in this forest, they might not necessarily lose.

What's more, the enemy's charging force was being routed right before their eyes. And on their side, a reliable comrade with a distinct style, seemingly from another film set, suddenly appeared. Morale soared, reaching its peak!

"ah-----!!!"

The primal, wild battle cries came from all directions, and the turning point in the High Tree War began from this moment!

It's all too easy to capture a demoralized and disorganized army.

Zhang Renfeng took the lead, striding swiftly, and was already weaving through the enemy ranks.

His charge alone could unleash enough force to break bones, let alone those two terrifying guns. To address the lack of accuracy, Tao used area-of-effect damage; each shot scattered iron pellets that forced a large group of people in its path into a bloody mist.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

……

His figure was heavy, yet his efficiency in reaping lives was like that of the Grim Reaper himself.

Clumsiness and elegance can be perfectly combined in the same individual.