The armed men on the ground opened their mouths wide and stared blankly at the gray body that stood in the middle of the airfield, which appeared almost out of thin air to the naked eye. In less than a second, dozens of lives were harvested just by the power of the landing, and this shock instantly robbed them of their ability to think. It wasn't until the commander of the war group repeatedly gave the command to open full fire in the airwaves that everyone gradually woke up their senses. Suddenly, Pavahir was like a sculpture fished out of molten steel, and countless sparks erupted from the gray fuselage.

But it's just a spark, and the 7.62 warhead can't even scratch a piece of paint on the armor of this special airframe. The original Japanese regiment members came to support in groups of six carrying large anti-weapon barrels, and the rockets dragged white tail smoke towards Pavahir.

As if he had just woken up, the gray body turned to look at the incoming rocket, raised his arm, and at the moment when the two were about to touch, Pavahir's arm turned into a virtual shadow, and then the ground next to the body's legs erupted into huge flames.

That mech, with the back of its hand, actually flew the incoming rocket?!

Like a mosquito repellent, this live attack wasn't even worth making the Knight of the Round Table raise the shield on his left arm.

Before they could recover from the shock, two red flashes flashed from Pavasir's waist, and his vision melted in the heat.

This is the last image they ever saw before they died.

"Subhumans should be a little sub-conscious." Bradley said lightly, his gaze moving from the collapsed ruins into the air. "Don't disturb the show."

Another ball of fireworks lit up in the air.

They weren't just any fireworks, and once you realized that they sacrificed a life every time they bloomed, you realized that those fireworks suddenly became incredibly ・・・・・・ beautiful.

Bradley was deeply mesmerized by the scenery in front of him.

There was a constant cry for help in the headphones.

"My lord! We need your support! ”

"Hmm..."

"Master Brandley! The enemy's suzhì far exceeded previous expectations! If we continue like this, we may be wiped out! ”

"Be careful with your words, baby." Brandley laughed. "Yes, 'you' may be all destroyed."

"But!"

"It's nothing, do you know how many times the cost of one of your mechs is theirs?"

"Lord Brandley!!"

"Two can buy them all. If you can't even deal with the enemy of this kind of water, I'll be ashamed to take you out, won't I? It's better to die right here, just right, you... I'm almost tired of playing. ”

Bradley stretched as he spoke, kicking the panel with his foot, blocking out the opposing Valkyrie's frequency.

"'Valkyrie', haha."

Brandley couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Originally, it was just a prop used to decorate the façade, in fact, when he chose his own personal guard, his strength was only considered in the third place, and the top two were appearance and figure.

So, it's time for a new toy.

But then again, those two drivers are not from the same world as the others. If they had the same body, maybe just the two of them would be able to completely destroy the Valkyries, and they would have to be knighted or something in the empire.

How can a terrorist organization have a driver of this level?

"Ahh That's right, work work. ”

After a moment's pause, Bradley slapped his head and remembered the purpose of his visit.

Turning around, I caught a glimpse of a figure at the top of the airport's communications tower. The red light lit up again, the smoke dissipated, and the tower was no longer there.

"I love this to death."

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Minami was forced into a corner by the three Valkyries.

Realizing that the most lethal body on the battlefield was not stupid, the Valkyries were certainly not stupid, and decisively chose to concentrate their firepower to break the enemy's blades.

No matter how good your driving skills are, it's a true that two fists are hard to beat with four hands. Nan's body was injured more, and his combat effectiveness had decreased significantly, and he was about to be pressed to death here.

"Shirley! Morningse! Tactics, Black-V! ”

The two mechs received the order, and without saying a word, they left their group and came to support the battle group leader at full speed.

Nan's magazine was already empty, and the left leg of the bullet slowed down the body's mobility, making it more and more difficult to dodge, and all Nan could do was use his knife to protect the part of the cockpit that blocked as much as possible.

Reinforcements arrived in an instant, rushing towards the commander's body from both sides.

It is strange that they did not conduct cover fire, perhaps knowing that with their strength they simply could not pose a threat to air units. On the contrary, even if one of them was shot more than once, he did not want to stop to find cover, and threw the gun in his hand to the south with all his might. Finally, Tsukishita, who was shot in the leg, almost fell to the ground and slipped into Nan's arms.

Nan calmly picked up the moon and blocked it in front of him, just standing in place and holding the gun on its shoulder and firing back in the air.

With bunkers, gun mounts, and steady firing points, Minami wrecked a Valkyrie with his deadly calm. His human shield was torn apart beyond recognition under the fire of the muzzle, and Nan used the flames of his explosion to cover the transfer of position and connect with the second fetal body.

Black Knights, Eleven Questions for Joining the Regiment, Article 7.

[Are you willing to die for a member who is more valuable than yourself?] 】

Immediately afterward, the girl named Shirley answered the question again with actions.

After throwing the gun to the commander of the battle group, the girl turned around and crossed her hands in front of her, trying to resist a few more shots. The legs were spread apart and nailed to the ground in a herringbone shape, firmly in front of Nan's body, never moving again.

Nan double-wielded two guns, using the girl's sacrifice to exchange life with the airframe again. At this point, he completely lost cover, and he fell to one knee with his hands on the top of his head like a boxer.

He hasn't given up yet!

The last Valkyrie, who was stunned by the enemy's tactics, finally came to her senses and was aiming at the enemy's head, but her waist suddenly tightened, and the weightlessness struck violently, and the body began to fall.

Looking back at a loss, it turned out that it was another moon that came to support, and took advantage of the moment when he was distracted and tied his waist with a hook lock.

I hurriedly turned the thrust to the maximum, and finally stopped the body from falling.

The girl in a panic forgets the most basic Newton's theorem - that the action of force is relative.

If you don't come down, I'll go up!"

The winch exerted its maximum force, pulling the moon under the moon and crashing into the Valkyrie with an acceleration of one G.

With a cold face, Jian'er pressed the chainsaw switch, and the war knife stabbed into the cockpit behind the Valkyrie. The sparks didn't enter, and the tip of the knife that came out of the other end glistened with blood.

The Valkyrie, who had lost control, finally fell, and at the moment when she was about to touch the ground, the athlete stepped on the pedal with all her strength and jumped into the air to resolve the impact. He rolled twice on the ground, and finally stopped in front of Minami unharmed.

"Captain."

"I'm fine."

This kid, the means are becoming more and more pure.

Three at a time, the side only lost two, and the battle situation suddenly came back a lot.

Now the body is ten to twenty-three, and there are ten birds above the head, and the battle damage is one to two.

In terms of the situation, it is still in an absolute disadvantage, but the number of attrition has gradually been controlled.

No matter what kind of war, the apex of attrition is always the first ten minutes. Those who are slow, soft-handed, scared, excited, and unfit for war will generally give a clean account in these ten minutes.

This unit, after careful selection, can join the talent of one in a hundred. After intense training and several screenings of war, finally, today, the final purification was completed in front of the most powerful enemy.

The enemy, on the other hand, may have never encountered such resolute resistance, has not suffered such huge losses, or cannot understand his own cold suicidal tactics. An irrepressible fear can be sniffed out from their current actions, and the rhythm of the offensive smells of hysteria.

Somehow, the heretic mech ignored the danger to its own men, and instead played with the ground forces that posed no threat to him.

Cast a mist before somebody's eyes? No, it doesn't make sense. Anyway, this is our chance to deal with these henchmen first, and then go and lay siege to that mech・・・・・・

This battle may be won.

"Bruno! Exchange body with me! Minami ordered on the airwaves. Old! Shino! You'll be in a group with me in two minutes! Tactical, Black-V! Bruno, switch body after you follow Jian, black-V!"

Without any objections, the named warriors began to act, and the silence was full of coercion that only those who put life and death aside.

"Nelson! What happened to the factory? ”

“・・・・・”

"Nelson!"

“・・・・・”

"Nelson! The battle didn't end after ten minutes, and you have to make sure the detonation is heard anyway? Reply! ”

"Minami."

Nelson finally replied, with a disturbing tension in her voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Something is wrong here."

――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――――。 The ground under his feet kept shaking, the sound of metal breaking roared in the skull, and stray bullets burrowed into the factory from time to time, and the battle of the giants not far away had reached a white-hot stage. Reza held the struggling girl in her arm, and ran wildly in the factory, her forearm was gnawed open by small things, and half of her clothes were stained with blood.

Reza didn't stop her, didn't even make a sound, but felt some kind of relief.

Self-abuse is a kind of exchange for physical pain to relieve mental pain, but the situation is slightly different now.

This girl hated herself to the core, because she had taken away his family, and she was being punished for it.

Accept punishment for your mistakes・・・・・・

Great...

Great・・・・・・

This time, she's alive.

I still have a chance to save her.

In any case, this time, we must let her live!

Sunlight pours in from the end of the passage, and the exit is ahead.

Reza tightened the girl in her arms, pressed her head with her arm, and rushed out at full speed.

Suddenly, a large black shadow obscured the sunlight, and the violent tremors caused him to fall to the ground.

There were two gray feet in front of me, and when I looked up, I realized that it was a gray knightmare that I had never seen before. There is no doubt that it is the organism of the Empire. At this time, it was looking down at the two people on the ground with interest.

"Don't! This girl is Britannian! ”

Reza hurriedly picked up the girl's face so that the other party could see it clearly.

"She's a civilian! Non-belligerents! Take her away! It's going to explode here! ”

No matter how hoarse he screamed, the other party did not react at all.

It seemed like a century had passed, and the driver had finally had enough of the picture in front of him.

[Britannes ・・・Persians ・・ Ha ・ Ha Ha / Hahahaha... Inferior people, you are my main dish today, now...

The barrel on the waist of the fuselage slowly lifted and pointed at the two men.

[Let's run.] 】

What is this guy thinking?!

What is this bastard thinking?!!

The sound of the hadron cannon gradually increased, and Reza picked up the girl and got up from the ground with a grunt, and ran desperately back to the factory entrance.

The bright light, the scorching heat, the burning sensation on the back, and finally the loud sound that burst the eardrums. The two were thrown into the air by the aftermath of the explosion and flew more than a dozen meters before falling back to the cold metal floor of the factory.

After another ten or so seconds, the feeling slowly returned to the body. Every inch of skin was in excruciating pain. On the legs, on the back, countless tiny metal fragments pierced the body.

The girl in her arms was still breathing.

Hurt?!

Reza hurriedly propped up his upper body and wanted to check on the other party・・・・・・

"Huh?"

A cold object slammed into his abdomen, happening so fast that he didn't even have time to react to the pain nerves.

It was a Persian dagger that he wore at his waist all year round.

The handle of the knife at the other end was being held tightly by the girl's hands until it was out of handle.

The two just looked at each other.

"Hey, I know, that's what you want, and I'm probably even angrier if I don't care. Ahem, ahem, ahem... You deserve it, I promise, but not now. Now... You're going to live・・・・・・"

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Nielsen struggled to keep the explosions out of his head and every second was incredibly precious right now. Constantly processing the situation reported by each team, checking the factory blueprint again and again, ensuring that the key locations are taken care of and indicating the next action.

The enemy came too quickly, and they were prepared for the worst.

For this time they had been observing the base of Gaylash for some time, and there was no intelligence suggesting that they had a flying fuselage there. Even if there were a few, Enan and the little imp's strength should be able to handle it, and they should theoretically have at least four to five hours to set up explosives. Now, twenty-one flying planes appeared at a time, each of which had never been seen before, and it was unreasonably fast, and it only took less than fifteen minutes from observation to soldiering.

In particular, the gray mech, although its actions are completely illogical, are undoubtedly the special aircraft of the Empire, and the comer, if nothing else, should be one of the Knights of the Round Table that everyone talks about.

The current situation of resettlement is not enough to completely destroy the plant, and if the foundation is not destroyed together, the reconstruction time will be greatly shortened, and the installation of the temporary oil refining unit will only be a matter of two weeks for the Empire.

The airport is out of the question, and so is the wharf, at least this refinery・・・・・・

"Nelson...

In this world, the voice that the Nier monk least wanted to hear at this time sounded faintly behind him.

"Hardy Reza." Nelson, still with his back to him, studied the drawings on his desk, "This is not the time to speak. You were supposed to share my command, but I need you..."

The man behind him didn't answer, and instead, a hard metal object was pressed against Nelson's back.

"Don't move."

Reza reached into the Nir's pocket, pulled out a small detonator, and slowly stepped back.

Nelson didn't expect this, but he quickly regained his composure, quietly moved his hand under the table, felt a round button, and pressed it down.

The automatic door behind Reza closed instantly, and it officially locked after a faint mechanical sound.

Nelson turned and looked coldly at the man who was constantly causing him trouble.

Reza looked extremely emaciated, and the unnatural gray of his face indicated that he was in a state of excessive blood loss, which was explained by the hilt of his abdomen. At this time, he was holding his hand down on the wound to stop the blood from draining.

Unlike in the movies, a stab in the stomach is usually a sign that the person will not die. Nelson knew very well that it was a fatal wound, that Reza's intestinal tissue must have been severed, that the toxin had entered his body, that massive bleeding would soon fill his abdominal cavity, and that the process would be accelerated if the knife was pulled out.

A dying man, why・・・・・・

Then, Nelson spotted the girl who had been hidden behind Reza.

Is that so?

"I give you permission to take her away and give me something."

Reza shook her head.

"The exit is sealed, cough...

"You know, it's impossible for us to stop at this point." Nelson wanted to sober the man up with cold facts. "Otherwise the sacrifices of all of us will be meaningless."

Reza was still shaking his head, weak, but resolute. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the monk Nier.

"Give me something." Nelson unabashedly took the pistol out of his arms and pointed it at the other party. "Otherwise, I'll have to carry out the punishment I wrote down earlier."

"Nelson... Listen to me..."

Not a delusion, Nelson could clearly hear the pleading in the villain's tone.

"No, your mind is no longer clear. Four hundred lives or one life, you should know which is heavier. ”

"I, ahem, I know very well that pressing this button is four hundred and one lives, and if I stop you, she, at least one person, will survive... maybe."

"Sophistry, you know how important it is to destroy this port for the liberation of Persia."

"No, it's not sophistry, it's not ・・・・・・," Reza muttered to herself.

"I know that she is just some civilian affected by the fighting, and she does not deserve this. Unfortunately, but every minute in this world, there are countless children like him who die because of the empire, and if they want to be saved, they must make sacrifices, no matter how painful they are, someone must bear them. I've only recently understood this truth... Reza, this child... She's not your daughter, see clearly..."

"Who is she no! Heavy! Want!!! Reza's roar ripped at the wound, blood spurting from between his teeth, and his face was as hideous as a dying wolf.

"I thought you understood, you were also a father.

She's not some unfortunate child caught up in the war!

She's someone's daughter!!

She's a qiē for someone!!

The kid is alive!

She has a future!

She has tomorrow!

She's alive!

Right in front of your eyes!!

Now open the door, or else..."

Reza lowered his gun and pointed at the detonator in his palm.

"Otherwise, four hundred and one people will die meaninglessly."

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[Nelson! What happened to the factory? 】

“・・・・・”

[Nelson! 】

“・・・・・”

[Nelson! The battle didn't end after ten minutes, and you have to make sure the detonation is heard anyway? Reply! 】

"Minami."

Nelson finally came to her senses and numbly pressed the communication button on the headset.

[What's wrong?] 】

"Something is wrong here... I'm sorry, you're right." Nelson popped one out of the cigarette case and lit it in his mouth. "I should have killed him then."

After saying that, Nelson took off the headset and threw it aside, and his eyes returned to the ground in front of him, staring at it in distraction.

The place where the man had just stood was already soaked in blood.

Bright red footprints, one large and one small, staggered out of the doorway, gradually disappearing into the dark passage.