It's really ・・・・・・ to drive such a windy battleship and stop above our heads

Ahh・・・・・・h

No, no, no, no!!

Ilan slapped himself on the cheek, forcing himself to concentrate his divergent thoughts. In the few seconds I had just wandered, the edge of my vision had gradually blurred.

It's dangerous・・・・・・

Then, there is this "Gawain", the little black dot that is gradually approaching.

Three minutes to go.

If there is no countermeasure, my life will have to be explained here.

Ilan read the information on the screen at a glance, trying to find a breakthrough in the parameters of the airframe. It was Elan who had no time to chew his tongue with Lloyd and ordered him to send it directly to himself.

On paper, it's an unsolvable organism.

It is not about how powerful its power is, how fierce its firepower is, or how long the endurance is, but just one point -- its appearance has transformed the traditional two-dimensional battlefield into a three-dimensional one, and it has already raised the term "asymmetric warfare" to another level.

"Quantity" and "quality" are not enough here, and there is a qualitative difference in the dimensions of the two sides. Not to mention the latest seventh-generation Knightmare, even if you give wings to a Sunderland, it will be a nightmare.

Two minutes and twenty seconds.

"Fujiwara team, five seconds later, launch an RPG at the target, Raminov team, seven seconds later, randomly launch within twenty meters of the target's current position as the center of the circle, until the fight is finished."

At least hold it off for a while.

These two teams are dead.

Elan controlled Glasgow to retreat slowly, and at the same time ordered the scoundrels around him to disperse and move forward, meeting the enemy in a chaotic formation.

Gawain didn't even have any intention of dodging when he found the incoming missile, the electric current flashed in his shoulders, and two black-red pillars of light instantly tore through the air, and there was a terrible hiss, the pillar of light melted like nothing, and the missile that shot at him like nothing, and the tongue of fire slowly ploughed the ground, instantly vaporizing all the material including the mountain, leaving only the dark red lava tumbling under his feet.

The duration of the fire is three seconds, and the safety time of the design on the number jù is five seconds, but no one can say for sure. A testing machine like this may be three seconds is the limit, or maybe twenty seconds can be magically carried down.

Regardless of the attenuation of air, the two barrels output 5 million joules of energy per second, which means that a four-ton knightmare will completely melt into molten iron in two seconds.

Entity munitions fly under its hadron cannon for no more than two meters before evaporating into ions.

I see, the reason why this machine has no shield, no space is part of it, and more importantly, it is not allowed to need it at all. Whether it is offensive or defensive, it is all completed at the same time within one shot. The strongest spear is also the strongest shield.

Dodge with knightmare's maneuverability?

Predict the landing point of the beams at the moment when the electric light appears on the opponent's shoulders, and then use the complex terrain to ・・・・・・

It's simply impossible!

Although the beam seemed to travel slowly, it was just an illusion caused by setting the coordinate system to Gawain, and its range of effect was extremely wide, and it was a fool's dream to avoid the angular velocity of the air unit with the linear velocity of the ground unit.

Not to mention Glasgow, who has the lowest running speed in the whole field, even Lancelot...

Gawain was still unhurried and slowly approached here.

One minute and fifty seconds.

"Team Yoshida! Undisguise! Permission to use..."

Before he finished speaking, another black beam of light swept through the air, and the signal of Team Yoshida had disappeared from the radar.

"Two masters! What the is going to do..."

Yucheng's panicked scolding came from the channel, and Yilan didn't have time to answer at all, so he directly isolated him from the public channel.

Even the foot soldiers can no longer act in formation, and the focus now is not to concentrate firepower, but to make Gawain kill as slowly as possible, otherwise the available combat power on this side will have to be reduced to zero after a few rounds.

Think again, think again, think again・・・・・・

Ilan quickly swept through the vast body parameters, his fingers constantly sliding across the screen, trying to find a glimmer of victory in the various trivial configurations.

Wait a minute!

Ilan's hand was assigned to a note in the operator's manual.

The energy consumption is too intense, so when the hadron cannon is activated, most of the energy ration will be drawn from the suspension system. And in the consideration of stability, the fuselage will automatically lock in the established airspace at the same time as firing, and only rotate with the fuselage as the center of the ball. And, after firing, there will be a short recharge time for zài, and the suspension system will be suspended within 1.5 seconds...

That's right, this mech is supposed to be a weapon of mass destruction when there are strong troops working together, and you don't need to think too much about speed and armor, let alone your rear. Compared to Lancelot's survivability in the chaos army, all it needs to consider is to maximize the damage area.

If so・・・・・・

Ilan pointed out three planes arranged in a triangular arrangement on the radar.

"Furuta, Xiu, William. The three of you now turn off the flames and take cover. Wait for Gawain to drive over. ”

Ideally, the three machines should be activated at the same time when Gawain walks into the encirclement, and then locked by Gawain. The Gutian machine in front of him was wiped out in an instant, and the two planes behind Gao Wen opened fire at the same time. With Gawain's turn speed, he was only able to take out one of them before he could be hit. The remaining one is too late anyway, only dodge, but the power of the Gawain machine in a weakened state has dropped greatly, and it is difficult to say whether it can dodge.

I didn't expect the three of them to kill Gawain, just to do an experiment. But if Gawain's fatal wound is successfully confirmed, Ilan can come up with 10,000 tricks to kill it even with the remnant soldier in his hand.

Ilan took a deep breath and looked at the dots of light flying across the screen.

Gawain seemed to be in a leisurely manner, slowly approaching while killing the ground units of the Black Knights. At this point, in just a few minutes, the black body had vaporized nearly thirty percent of its own troops.

Ilan counted silently in his heart.

"Four, three, two, hands."

The three machines were started at the same time according to the instructions, and the Gutian machine was bombarded and killed at the first time without accident. Behind him, the two planes raised their muzzles, Gao Wen slowly turned around, and the firelight swept past Ah Xiu's machine, leaving only an incandescent fireball. Finally, William ・・・・・・

"William?!"

The third scoundrel looked up at the sky like an idiot, motionless.

"William, what are you doing! Fire! ”

Deaf to the roar of the lieutenant, the young man from New Scotland stood there stupidly until he was consumed by the firelight.

Gawain paused in the air, as if he had been bitten by an ant, turned around, and drove towards here again.

Fear?

Blunder?

Unconscious?

No way, it's already done this far. The people in the Black Knights who have survived until now are all warriors among warriors, and they have the blood of countless people on their hands, and there is absolutely no reason to drop the chain at such a critical juncture.

Electromagnetic interference?

EMP?

No, EMP does not work on Sakuraishi products, which has been proven for a long time. In the case of electromagnetic interference, one's own body should also be affected at this distance.

True, until the last moment William's channel was also turned on, and the possibility of electromagnetic interference was ruled out.

Wait a minute!

So he could hear himself・・・・・・

He can hear my commands... So why don't you answer?

Even if something goes wrong with his body, at least he can still speak.

The problem is not with the body... but with the driver himself?

Weapons against people?

To people...

"Dongxiang! Muto! Suzuki! Light! Do it all over again, as you just did! The second team, change the body! From now on, if a team loses one machine, you will automatically make up for it according to the number! Help me buy time as much as you can! ”

"Yes! Cover the deputy commander! All of them!!! Cover the deputy commander at any cost!! Everyone in the public channel responded.

Too many people will not stop it, but it will make it more difficult to kill.

Ilan ordered his troops to go up as he turned around and retreated at full speed, his finger pressed on his headset.

"Brother Huang!"

"Elan! How's it going over there?! Schunezel is here?! Why don't you pick me up..."

"Is C.C with you?!"

"Huh?"

"C.C! Let the green woman talk to me! Right now! Immediately! Right away! ”

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On the bridge of the Avalon ship, a delicate brown-haired young man with two sideburns was looking thoughtfully at the battlefield under his feet.

The comrades-in-arms in front of them, who were constantly being turned into molten iron, could not stop the footsteps of the people behind who pounced on them like wild dogs to die, just to gain a moment of respite for the fleeing body in the rear.

Weak, but inexplicably frightening.

The so-called berserker, that's it, right?

"What's wrong, Kano?"

Schunezel walked up to him with his hands in his hands.

"Your Highness."

The young man named Cano Maldini stepped back to the side and bowed his head to the observation deck.

"What a photographable character." Schunezel said with a smile. "Under such harsh conditions, we can still train this army with one enemy and one hundred enemies. Just say that this morale does not fall, the more you kill, the more brave you are, the more you hurt, the more ruthless the momentum, and the empire can't find a force that can match it. That ZERO is not a thing in the pool. ”

"It's just a battle of trapped beasts." Kano disagreed.

"Trapped Beast Fight?"

Schunezel closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and shook his head regretfully.

"I don't smell the smell of despair."

Schunezel narrowed his eyes, looking deeply at the red mech in the distance.

"As long as that Glasgow is around, they're going to believe they can win."

"Then why don't you let Gawain snipe that body first?" Kano asked, puzzled.

Schunezel shook his head with a smile.

"As long as he is still on the run, the Black Knights will come up one after another to block the bullets for him, which is much more efficient than chasing down the enemy who is blindly fleeing... and, because of his existence, all the ground forces have gradually deviated from their home in order to cover him...

"Yes!"

The captain did not dare to be rude, and hurriedly stood up and bowed.

"The battlefield has been vacated, and it's time for the invading forces to be dispatched."

“YES! YOUR, HIGHNESS! Ready to drop the lock! Weapon double, check! ”

Hundreds of commandos, armed to the teeth, slid down the lock, and as soon as they gathered, they alternately covered like ghosts and rushed to the hidden entrances of Mt. Fuji. Quiet and swift, breathtaking, worthy of the Emperor's Guard.

"And, too, I want to see who the driver of that Glasgow is called the nightmare of the Empire. If it can be used by the Empire, the sequence of the round table can be lowered one by one. ”

"Your Highness wants to use him?!" Kano exclaimed, hurriedly covered his mouth when he thought something was wrong, glanced at the staff officers behind him, and lowered his voice. "Your Highness wants to use that terrorist? Do you want to give him the title of the round table? ”

"Why not? No one knows his identity anyway, does they? If ZERO descends on me, I will use it correctly. It would take only a second to cut off Ravachel's head, but it would take a hundred years for this head to grow a second one. ”

Cano knew that the second prince was talking about the French scientist who had been executed during the Revolution.

"・・・・・・ yes."

Seeing that he was convinced, Honezel shook his head with a smile and looked out the window.

"Any idea why we lost?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, but 'lose' means..."

"Two hundred years ago."

That's when Kano reacted.

"Of course, in the Battle of Trafalgar in 1807, Admiral John Locke misjudged the position of the main French fleet and opened the empty gates of the British Island, isn't that right?" Kano looked at the lord's smiling expression and muttered in his heart.

"That's right, that's true." Schunezel nodded. But that's a consequence, not a cause. If time had been turned back, the Admiral had succeeded in stopping the local fleet, and Britain would not have escaped exile. Because our opponent is that Napoleon. ”

Schunezel was silent for a moment, as if to pay homage to the great adversary.

"Until then, the question is, why are we being forced by the Continental Army to the point where we can only retreat to the island? Why would Britain, which had previously won a hundred battles, be unable to resist a ragtag army of peasant uprisings? History has no inevitability, but it has key elements. For example, a person, at a certain moment, did something. After all, this... "Schunezel took a decorative feather from his breast pocket and held it to his fingertips. "That's the real reason for our failure."

"Feathers?" Kano frowned in confusion.

"In the late war, the standard equipment of the Continental Army, all musketeers had to put feathers on both sides of the brim." Schunezel said with a stroke. "It looks like an ornament, but in fact it plays a role in blocking the view from both sides, Napoleon's gizmo. Since then, the British Army has not won a single battle. ”

"I'm sorry, I still don't understand." Kano grew confused.

"With it, you can only see the enemy fall one by one, and you can only see your own side step by step towards victory. Until the moment you are shot, you don't know that your comrades around you have died. ”

Schunezel muttered as he looked at the feather in his hand.

"It's really..."

Kano was silent for a long time.

"Pretty ・・・・・・"

Britain is not unjustly lost.

"They don't know how much they've sacrificed, they don't know, and they don't care how much blood they've shed." Schunezel looked at the black knights who were like mad demons at his feet, his eyes were deep, faintly full of envy. "Pure war planes are really beautiful."

"Heroic leadership, furious people, and a little bit of calculation. It's a bit like the concept of the Federation, where the time and place are favorable, and those who collect these three points can achieve great things. ZERO, he is like Napoleon back then, but countless times weaker than him, and the empire is no longer the Britain of the past. All ZERO lacks is time・・・・・・"

Saying this, Schunezel couldn't help but be in a trance, and suddenly laughed softly to self-deprecatingly.

"Really, having been in a high position for too long, has my judgment been corroded?"

It was as if he had lost interest in the object in his hand, and his fingers were loosened, and the feathers slowly fell.

Inadvertently, I actually had the intention of being strong.,I want to see if I can control characters like ZERO・・・・・・ although I remind myself all the time not to be arrogant.,But ・・・・・・

It's been too long since you've met an opponent?

beckoned to his side, and the attendant on the side immediately handed over a walkie-talkie.

"Luo Luojun?"

"Your Highness." Luo Luo's cold tone came out.

Power is really a bone scraper, smoothing out people's sharpness, and blinding people's sight with arrogance.

Those who have the potential to match themselves should be strangled in infancy, whether they are friends or foes.

"Please adjust your current tactics to kill that Glasgow as the first priority, and don't live out."