Elan grew fond of this Glasgow.

Not only was the heavy, slightly jerky feel of the operation the same as it had been back then, but the soft and warm smell of the cab ensured that he could slaughter the Sunderland in the most relaxed and pleasant mood.

The so-called "massacre" does not refer to how effective he is in destroying the other side.

Compared to Lelouche's record of destruction in pieces of mass industrialization, he was nothing more than a small handicraft workshop here.

But his number of wrecks is a real "iron meat filling".

Not a single Britannian pilot will leave that weird Glasgow alive!

Sunderland's "survival rate of 79 percent of the driver's war damage" in the manual was completely reduced to zero under Ilan! A real carnage!

"The seventh."

Elan drove the Glasgow to its knees, a volley of bullets grazing its head. Glasgow, on the other hand, threw himself into the arms of Sunderland, who shot him, with all their might. Glasgow's original arm was pressed against Sunderland's chest, and the left arm, which originally belonged to Jade City, was responsible for removing the muzzle of the gun that the other party was trying to point at him.

Sunderland was pushed all the way to a cul-de-sac, slamming her back against the concrete wall. Sunderland's driver was knocked to pieces.

"The cockpit is damaged, two percent, and the structural deformation is slight, which does not affect safety. Keep fighting. ”

The young woman's electronic analogue sound reassured the Sunderland driver.

Luckily, Sunderland's cockpit is hard enough!

Wait a minute? What was the driver of that Glasgow doing? Why are you still pushing me? Did he think he could squeeze me to death like this?

I didn't get hurt by the impact just now, so what's the use of this pressure?

Glasgow was dusty under the tracks, apparently still working at maximum speed. The resulting huge thrust made Sunderland unable to break free for a while.

Suddenly, Glasgow's feet steadied, and the thrust on his right hand suddenly increased!

Sunderland's cockpit suddenly clucked like a sinking submarine, under tremendous pressure.

What's going on?!

The smoke had cleared from Glasgow's feet, and Sunderland realized that two deep pits had been dug out of the tracks under its feet, and the other party's feet were nailed to these two pits!

With a steady power point, Glasgow is exerting the true strength of the hydraulic system!

"The cockpit is under more pressure than the theoretical load, please get out of the fight immediately."

You're telling me how to get out of the fight!?

Sunderland's only free left hand was smashing at the other side like a desperate man. But the two were too close, and Sunderland's fists could only hit the other's shoulders.

Unfortunately, the shoulders happen to be the most solid of all knightmare.

And Glasgow, which has the support of double bones, has the prestige of "Iron Mountain"!

(Bajiquan is a move in which the opponent is slammed with the shoulder and elbow.) ）

"Thirty-three percent of the cockpit was damaged, and the deformation was severe, and Jian yì immediately evacuated the battlefield."

"I want to get out of the battlefield too!"

The driver in a panic lost his mind a little and yelled at the electronic voice.

"The command is not recognized, please repeat the command."

"Shut up!"

At this moment, Glasgow shot his own hook lock. One was nailed to the wall and the other was nailed to Sandra's abdomen. The winch tightened quickly, once again increasing the pressure on Glasgow.

How much power does a winch have?

That's the force that can pull knightmare off the ground vertically with an acceleration of one G!

That means now two more Glasgows are standing in the cockpit of Sunderland!

The sirens in Sunderland's cockpit went off like crazy.

"The cockpit was damaged by 63 percent, the pressure on the cockpit was greater than the theoretical load value, the cockpit could not maintain the structure, and the aircraft was abandoned and ejected."

"B1O9 requests support! B109 requests support! The situation is crisis, and it is impossible to get out of the fight! I would like immediate support. ”

"I want you to save me! ・・・Clarkson! Watch out for the left! Yes! ・・・・・・”

Communication was cut off.

"Seventy-seven percent of the cockpit was damaged..."

"Shut up! Help me! Come and help me! I'm Lieutenant Bruce Caspian! Come and help me! There's a crazy Glasgow here! ”

Listen to his terrified tone, as if it wasn't Glasgow, but Godzilla.

There is nothing more terrifying in the world than the small space that is constantly closing on you. There are countless horror films that have been created with this inspiration.

Lieutenant Caspian was very fortunate enough to experience it in person.

The monitor pressed against his face inch by inch, and the image suddenly cut off, and then a crack "snapped" and split the LCD in two.

"Forced ejection start."

Four flames spewed into Glasgow in an instant, trying to push the cockpit backwards away from Glasgow's clutches.

But that doesn't change anything. Because behind Sunderland, there is a cold concrete wall.

The fireworks, short-range jet was over, and Sunderland, who had lost contact with the cockpit, hung his arm limply.

Glasgow was clearly not interested in playing with opponents who would not resist, and in order to protect the hydraulic system, Ilan slowly reduced Glasgow's output.

This makes it look very gentle when it raises its hand.

Sunderland slapped straight to the ground with his face forward.

At this moment, the monitor was less than three centimeters away from Lieutenant Casper's nose. His legs had been crushed, his chest was squeezed tightly, and he could barely breathe. The moment he fell to the ground, he shattered several of his ribs and flattened the bridge of his nose.

He had never felt such severe pain in his life, and he wished he could pass out now!

But he was unusually sober now. The two minutes of screaming and fussing in the cockpit had given him plenty of time to produce adrenaline, far more than it was necessary to keep him sane.

But this qiē is over.

That demonic Glasgow has stopped!

It definitely thinks it's dead! That's right, there's not a bit of movement outside, and that Glasgow is gone!

So, I survived?

I survived?!

Thank God! I survived!

I swear to you that I will never kill in my life! I swear I'll never come near any weapon again! I swear I'll never enter a room smaller than fifty square meters again in my life!

Ilan didn't actually leave, he still stood beside the fallen Sunderland, and fell into deep thought.

In fact, it seems that Sunderland is not ugly, so the reason why I have always thought that knightmare are ugly is this bulging big hunchback?

Well, this streamlined figure actually looks a little more powerful.

It's a strange feeling, it's even thinner, but it looks more powerful.

No, I can't be fooled by aesthetics. Looks good with a belt, and when designing, the structure makes concessions to the smoothness of the lines.

Then just make Knightmare a little bigger! It's okay to have the cockpit completely tucked into the chest, just like this Sunderland.

The protection can definitely be strengthened a lot.

But how big does that need to be?

No, no, it's not true, "any weapon more than six meters tall has no real combat value", this is the truth.

Wasn't the development of the first generation of knightmare discontinued because it was too tall to be effectively concealed?

It seems that he will be sitting in this ugly iron coffin for the rest of his life.

After thinking about it for a while, the boy suddenly felt a little sad・・・・・・

"F1, report your situation!"

"Solved a Sunderland, this one is tricky."

Elan told a little lie.

"You've been in the same place for more than two minutes, is there something wrong with your body?"

"The body is normal and can continue to fight."

"Very well, now go to support Q1, there are three Sunderland interceptions in front of its lure route. A first wave of fire is expected in two minutes. ”

"Understood."

Glasgow bent down, pressed the muzzle of his gun directly above the Sunderland cockpit, and pulled the trigger at zero distance.

The caliber of 35 mm is just enough to penetrate Sunderland's frontal armor.

A dark red liquid gushed out from the mouth of the cave like a blooming rose.

The eighth.

Ilan said silently in his heart.