"Fifteen."

As if telepathically, Glasgow kicked against the broken wall in front of him before the enemy opened fire, pausing the castration of the body, and the bullet fired by Sunderland grazed its shoulder.

Elan certainly doesn't have telepathic powers or anything.

If he is fighting against a human with a gun, he can judge the timing of the opponent's shot through the opponent's facial expressions, pupil contractions, breathing rhythm, muscle movements, etc., so as to easily avoid the opponent's line of fire.

But Knightmare didn't have facial expressions, and Elan couldn't have seen the other pilot's emotional state through the iron sheet in the cockpit.

Of course, some battle-hardened veterans can judge the timing of the opponent's fire by their intuition, or war smell, which is the main reason why the survival rate of veterans is much greater than that of novices. Experienced Elan naturally feels this way, and is quite accurate.

But he didn't believe, or rather didn't want to rely on, that feeling.

At the end of the day, this instinct is the rhythm of the battle, the feeling of "if I were to be the one who would shoot now".

But this intuition is not safe.

Who knows if the other driver is a second cargo? Who knows if the other side will choose a certain point in time to fire? Even take 10,000 steps back, what if the opponent's marksmanship is so bad that he loses his conscience, and he can't hit in the first place, and he changes direction and hits his muzzle instead?

In other words, trusting one's instincts is actually trusting the other driver.

Ilan didn't trust the other driver at all.

The reason why he was able to dodge the other party's bullets was not by judgment, but by "lure".

Deliberately sell a flaw to the other party, attract the other party to make a move, and take the opportunity to dodge, so as to get a chance to fight back. Suddenly changed the rhythm of the battle and stopped directly in place, making the opponent unable to react, and the discomfort and grievance were extremely uncomfortable.

Ilan took this opportunity to raise his rifle and pulled the trigger without waiting for the muzzle to be aimed at the opponent's fuselage———— he would not give the other party time to adjust the muzzle. Directly broke Sunderland's legs.

Sunderland, which had lost its support, slowly fell, and four flames instantly pushed its cockpit into the air.

Ilan backhanded the armor-piercing gun from behind his shoulder and pointed it at the sky. The heavy body of the gun made the muzzle move slightly slowly, and Ilan silently counted half a second in his mind before pulling the trigger.

The moment the fire burst out, Ilan felt as if he had been pushed violently, and the strong recoil forced Glasgow to take a step backwards, smashing the ground behind him with one foot before he stood firm. The detonation sensor then beeped———— Glasgow thought he had been shot!

There was no flashy explosion, the Sunderland cockpit just emitted a little spark and a muffled sound. The parachute did not open as the system had set, and it just smashed directly into the concrete floor.

"Sixteen."

Elan glanced at the map, he was now in the center of the battlefield. Three more points of light appeared on the radar and rushed towards it.

This was somewhat unexpected.

What's going on? Hasn't Conelia made a move yet? Or do you want to let these miscellaneous soldiers test their strength first, so that they can arrange the next tactics?

Ilan chose a small alley and went in, waiting for himself to be gagged at both ends.

They can see themselves, there is no doubt about it.

Of course, Knightmare is also equipped with radar, but it is so big and the battery has so much power, it is unrealistic to have a high-power radar, especially in this reinforced concrete city with too much interference, and the reliable detection range is actually pitiful.

But the Britannian military had already laid out the battlefield, and the high-power radar in the rear of the command with clutter filtering covered almost the entire Saitama. So the Britannian army, which had achieved the number of battlefields to share, could be seen huddled in this alley by everyone from top to bottom.

In this respect, Ilan was in a decidedly disadvantageous position, his Glasgow was only equipped with an old-fashioned radar that could only illuminate a small circle around him. If it weren't for the fact that this is an urban area, the human eye would have seen much more than it.

But then again, they can only see themselves "here".

Elan shot the hook and pulled herself to the fourth floor, her left hand clasping the broken wall to fix Glasgow. The muzzle of the armor-piercing gun is pointed at the entrance to the left of the alley, and its eyes are fixed on the radar, constantly making fine-tuning.

One on the left and two on the right.

Approaching the alley, the three Sunderlands slowed down, and they slowly approached the two ends of the alley against the wall, and finally stopped at the corners of each end of the alley.

This is also expected, if they really rush in so aggressively, then Britannia simply don't play and surrender directly to the Chinese Federation.

Seeing the position of the other party and estimating the thickness of the wall, Ilan didn't wait for them to lay out tactics, and directly pulled the trigger on the wall around the corner! There was another violent detonation, and the broken wall of Glasgow's grasp could not support this Gu force, and it was crushed. Glasgow's hand was empty, swinging backwards, if it hadn't been for the hook to fix it, it would definitely fall straight down to the fourth floor!

The lone Sunderland was blasted through, and the debris from the wall splashed on the purple fuselage, smashing the fuselage he was throwing into potholes, and the poor guy was thrown more than ten meters away before falling heavily in the middle of the main road.

Elan twisted his numb neck, retracted his gun over his shoulder with his backhand, pulled out his standard rifle from his waist, and re-anchored Glasgow to the wall.

Okay, you can't use this gun without support points in the future.

The two Sunderlands noticed that the signal of their companions suddenly disappeared after a loud bang, and without hesitation, they took out their grenades and threw them into the alley, and when they heard the explosion, they immediately rushed in. Sunderland, who was in the head, did not pause for a second, and fired at the smoke until the bullets were exhausted, the chamber was empty, and the faint sound of the ammunition feeding device idling sounded.

This is the voice that Ilan was waiting for!

The sound of idling is caused by the driver's reluctance to release the trigger after the bullet runs out. This is very common among rookies who don't play much, and when they are nervous and stiff, they forget everything.

But veterans will never let their guns make such a sound, and it is good to shoot at a distance, in a hand-to-hand shootout, this sound is simply saying to the other party, "Shoot me!" Please! ”

Ignoring the rookie's pleas, Elan raised his gun and aimed it at the second Sunderland. Glasgow was just tall enough for him to go over Sunderland's head and attack the cockpit directly behind it.

The rookie was first startled by the sound of gunfire overhead, and then the explosion of his teammate's plane behind him made him reflexively turn his head to look.

Glasgow let go of the hook and landed hard in front of the rookie, and the concrete floor was smashed into a circle of cracks. The buffer device in the crook of Glasgow's leg absorbed the impact, and the buffer that absorbed all the gravitational potential energy vaporized instantly, and the valve at the ankle opened violently, and the white steam spewed outward, making a sharp whistling sound like a kettle boiling, and instantly wrapped its red figure in the mist!

Sunderland, which uses electronic muscles, cannot cause this kind of momentum, and the elastic electronic muscles themselves can play a role in cushioning and shock absorption, so that it can fall lightly and skillfully on the ground, and the intelligent system will choose the best landing position for the driver through the height of the guò, as well as the contraction force of the muscles, without any cushioning vaporization, and the reduced weight can also be reasonably distributed to the armor.

So, the high-tech rookie who was stupid looked at the hazy figure walking towards him in the fog in a daze. Instinctively stepped back.

The feeling of hard bump came from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw the remains of his teammate Sunderland, in the alley narrow enough to fit only one knightmare, completely sealing its way out.

Are you going to jump out, rookie-kun?

Jump up and give it a try.

Ilan thought very inhumanely.

Of course, the rookie didn't know that jumping was a dangerous thing, and he even forgot that knightmare could jump.

In desperation, he actually started to change magazines!

Changing the magazine for Sunderland is actually a matter of a button for the driver, and the intelligent system will change the magazine for the driver in five seconds, even if you lose one hand, you can retract the gun to your waist, and the automatic reload device behind the guò completes this operation, but it is only about ten seconds.

But it only takes half a second to pull the trigger.

Ilan held the gun to the rookie's chest, ending the other party's painful struggle.

"Nineteen."

He didn't think it was handsome, but the armor on Sunderland's chest was too thick, and it was easy to blow it up, and it was hard to kill the driver, and only by firing at zero distance could the bullet reach the cockpit safely.

Safe.

This is also the reason why he chose to kill first and then block the intersection.

He didn't want any of the drivers to leave alive.

It's easy to build a knightmare, but it's hard to train drivers, and the old drivers in District 11 are only a hundred, and one is less than one, and the country only looks at the number of troops sent by the country, and in its eyes there are only soldiers, trump cards, and round tables. The lost drivers and knightmare will be replaced, but the density of veterans is diluted. Therefore, killing the driver can undoubtedly maximize the trauma of the 11th district military headquarters.

And drivers who have had a near-chance escape will become more slippery and more lethal. Although he is not a threat to him, to the ultimate rookies in the Black Knights, who are screaming and rolling all over the ground, the veteran is almost invincible.

This is also protecting one's own strength in disguise.

Ilan glanced at the radar, and the green screen was empty. The white scanline was extremely lonely and idling in circles.

After losing nineteen mechs, the other party should also learn to be smarter, right? Next, they should gather around them, huddle in a group, and then pounce over, otherwise such a two-by-one will be packed and bloodletting.

But it doesn't matter.

No matter how many of them came, they had already entered the center of Saitama, and in this narrow street, there were at most two or three to the sky, and any more would get in the way, just like just now. No matter how tightly they hug, they can't pose a threat to themselves.

It's not the quantity that can put pressure on him in street fighting, it's the quality.

These Sunderlands are just warming up.

Cornelia's personal guards, and the white shell, they are the dance partners that Ilan is waiting for.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ilan stuffed two half-meter-long bullets into the magazine of the armor-piercing gun, its bullet head is actually not large, but the cartridge case is very thick and long, and there is a lot of charge, and only in this way can it ensure that the bullet has enough afterburner time in the barrel that is nearly five meters long. But the downside is also obvious, it has only six rounds of ammunition, and it is very troublesome to reload. And······

The recoil is very high!

After completing this qiē, Ilan glanced at the map, turned and left the alley, and continued along the mainland towards the headquarters of Conelia.

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After the appearance of that Glasgow, it had already caused the loss of nearly thirty units of the Britannian army.

No matter how you look at it, this number is shocking, and this kind of Cheng dù is beyond the comprehension of these professional soldiers.

Because it's just a Glasgow!

Everyone in the command stopped talking, but looked at Conelia, who was silent. The Governor had not given a single order until now, but sat there with a gloomy face.

That Glasgow had just repelled another siege.

They don't know what to do now.

More than twenty units, a company of Sunderland gathered around it. When the Glasgow found out that it was surrounded, it simply stopped running and plunged headlong into the rubble of the nearby residential area, waiting for them to come and beat him.

Glasgow moved in small areas along those narrow paths, and the Sunderlands who met him were almost instantly out of signal.

Only the previous Sunderland, which was blocked in the alley, sent back a picture before his death, so that everyone could see the full-body photo of Glasgow. The images from the other mechs only showed a red figure flashing, followed by a scream and a snowflake.

After losing nine Sunderlands, General Dalton finally gritted his teeth and approved the retreat of the beaten half-crippled C Company.

I thought that even if I couldn't beat it, I would grind the other party to death. The body's energy will always run out, the bullets will always run out, people will always get tired, and the opponent will always make mistakes in judgment. But the driver was as precise as a machine, as accurate as a computer, without a single superfluous movement, and he was not willing to fire more than a single shot!

No, it would be nice if it were really a computer, at least it would be able to judge the opponent's action pattern and develop the corresponding tactics.

But that Glasgow didn't have a mode of action at all!

can get Conelia's weight, and Dalton himself is naturally the trump card among pilots.

But it should be because he is the trump card, so he has this strong feeling of "discomfort".

He hated that pilot! He wanted to tear that pilot! He couldn't wait to eat that pilot raw!

It's not about the other party's technique, but about the other party's "rhythm" that is really disgusting!

It always changes direction at the strangest moments, stops in the most incomprehensible places, suddenly turns around in places where there is no one in front of it, it is simply the best breach, and rushes back into the encirclement at full speed! When he should have run away, he slowly slipped into another dead end!

Each pilot has its own rhythm, and every war has its own melody.

That pilot is like the world's most failed dancer! The dance steps are messy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and I haven't stepped on the beat from beginning to end! In a dull and lengthy interlude, the tower danced a cheerful tap, and in the most tense and passionate harmonies, he danced a waltz again!

The audience just wants to kill themselves!

But the number of wrecks is the only criterion for judging pilots, and at the moment, there is no doubt that the other party is the best pilot in the world.

But the more top-notch the pilot, the harder it is for him to do that!

It's easy to get the best musician in the world to nod to the rhythm, but if you want him to deliberately hit the wrong beat and deliberately conduct a mess, then you can't do it even if you kill him!

Nodding to the beat, it's human instinct.

And that Glasgow driver, it seems, has no "instinct" at all!

To use an analogy, he's like a self-aware computer. He knows all the weaknesses of humanity, and he specializes in attacking the blind spots, the weaknesses, and the unreachable places of humanity!

This is simply "dehumanizing"!

How can this make Dalton calm down!

"Your Highness the Princess!"

The scar-faced man was really angry, and his voice became louder when he talked to the lord.

"Please approve our withdrawal! Let the guards clean him up! Dalton would like to personally ...

"Wait a little longer." Cornelia shook her head.

Although her voice was calm, the anxious look in her eyes could no longer be concealed.

The Glasgow, though it had made her so depressed that she wanted to kill, couldn't just startle the snake now, couldn't let it sense the pressure had risen sharply, to make him feel like he was about to succeed, and to make him feel that Cornelia was nothing more than that.

Because her dance partner———— ZERO, still didn't show up.

Only after he also shows up can he tighten the encirclement and close the door to let the pro-guards!

But this Glasgow has killed most of the game with one person and one machine! It's already a thousand! ZERO didn't move at all!

What about tactics? What about strategy? What about the traps? What about mines? What about ambushes? What about luring the enemy?

Don't you like dramatic scenes? Don't you like king-to-king?

Don't you want to kill the Witch of Britain?

"Your Highness!" The battlefield administrator shouted. "Your Highness! There is a picture! ”

"Huh?"

"The C401 that was just destroyed has been sent back to the picture! Right at the point where it was wrecked! ”

Driver in Glasgow?

It's just a smug guy.

Cornelia snorted coldly and motioned to put the screen on the big screen.

A man dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing a mask on his head appears on the screen. He was crouching on Sunderland's chest, looking down at the monitor on Sunderland's head.

"That... Can you see it from Britannia? ”

ZERO?!!

Cornelia stood up and looked at the big screen in amazement.

"Cornelia asked me to come and play, I've been waiting here for a long time and haven't seen her. If I don't let my princess come out, I'm going to knock on the door?" Oh no, I'm going to knock again. ”