Zhang Wuhui's heartfelt sigh was directly transmitted by him to the ears of all the Federation soldiers present except for the two mecha warriors who were still on the battlefield.

Everyone's expressions were awe-inspiring.

Yes, this is the battlefield.

On the battlefield, your goal is to complete the mission and destroy the enemy, who has given you the rule that you must defeat the enemy head-on? Looking through the army treaty, there is no such provision!

Although some of the Tang warriors' ways of killing enemies were too obscene and some were too despicable, they were very effective. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger lowers the opponent's vigilance, and the posture of letting go makes people mistakenly think that this is a mecha fighting competition, which has been successful again and again, but the price paid by the mecha team is that it has been damaged again and again.

Seven mechs, as of now, but there are only two left.

Even if they can win the final victory, it will only be a crushing victory, there is nothing to boast about, and it can even be said to be a defeat on the real battlefield.

Those five people can no longer climb out of the simulated virtual cabin in frustration like now, they are bombed, and it is a luxury for their comrades to put the federal flag on their corpses.

What's more, with only two left, they may not necessarily be the opponent of that mecha. That guy's incomparably cunning mind alone is three points more terrifying than the so-called mecha control master.

In other words, they would rather fight against a master who is two grades faster than themselves, rather than against a "lewd man" who doesn't know what the discipline is and will give you a shot.

Damn, is that how those Security Service agents survive?

Tang Lang didn't know that someone had already taken the blame for his combat methods, he only knew now that he had to deal with the federal soldiers in front of him, although he had "died" countless times, he was still unwilling to try the "death" feeling of powerlessness and eternal fall into the abyss as if the bone marrow was frozen. Even if his reason told him that in just a few seconds, he would be "reborn" in the network again.

In the next battle, as many people expected, although the fighting spirit of the two mechs in one place was even higher than before because of the sacrifice of their comrades, they were also affected by the Tang warriors' strange tactics one after another, and they were inevitably afraid of the future and back between the shots.

On the other hand, the Tang warriors, although they were one against two, they broke the ship with one hand and opened and closed the attack bravely, causing the two mechs to retreat again and again, showing their advantages.

Especially after seeing this man swing away the two alloy swords that were split down with one shot, he stepped forward with an arrow step that was unforgiving, and used a bullet leg in the real fight to pluck the crotch, and the extremely hard mechanical foot kicked the mecha guard between the legs of a Qin warrior mecha with a spark。。。。。。

Almost all of them couldn't help but feel a slight chill under their crotch.

Even if they are veterans of mecha playing, they know that mechanical damage does not spread to the human brain, and the crotch of the mecha is only a balance rod and energy transmission line, and it is not the most important and vulnerable organ hidden like humans.

The mecha balance system was hit by the mecha, and it was difficult to maintain its balance, and it rolled over like a drunk, while Tang Wushi shot through his cockpit before another mecha was desperately preparing to come to the rescue.

"Squad leader!" The MechWarrior roared and swung his alloy sword.

The Tang warrior who pulled out his broken ship gun jumped away sensitively, and did not entangle too much with the Qin warrior who was eager to die together.

Everyone knows that the battle, it's over.

Seeing with his own eyes that one of his mecha classes was finished like this, Zhang Wuhui laughed angrily, and pushed the joystick: "Class 3, follow me, let us learn the master's methods again." ”

Tang Lang, who was fighting with the last mecha, had been paying attention to the surrounding situation.

The Qin warriors, who couldn't keep calm because all their comrades were killed in battle, seemed to be on the offensive, but in fact, it was already the end of the crossbow, and Tang Langzu could use more than five methods to kill him at a very small cost.

However, eight more mechs came brazenly from the rear, and they didn't even use the terrain to hide their figures.

"Peat! Hob meat, I want to replenish ammunition. Tang Lang shouted.

"I'm sorry, you're fighting, not playing." Hob meat replied quickly. "Also, I'm an artificial intelligence, please don't treat me like a plug-in that can provide endless ammo mode! I'm a lot more advanced than that. ”

Tang Lang had almost seen the big pie face of the white fat man behind the screen who was about to hold back his constipation because of his laughter.

The white fat man nested in a large sofa, eating popcorn, looking at Tang Lang who was speechless on the screen, laughing unscrupulously.

The 10 rounds of ammunition for the shipbreaker gun have been exhausted by Tang Lang, and the two heavy machine guns have 240 rounds of ammunition, and 60 rounds have been fired out by Tang Lang, and the honeycomb missile launcher on his shoulder has prepared him enough for a round of salvo firepower of 12 missiles, but Tang Lang crashed it in order to show that he was embarrassed and fooled people.

Now his long-range weapons are only two heavy machine guns and an ion cannon originally equipped on the mechanical arm, and in the face of the eight mecha that people are forcing over, Tang Lang's ship-breaking gun sniping with live ammunition will not be used even if it is fierce.

What's more, people have learned a lesson, even if they want to use hand-to-hand combat to blow Tang Lang out, they have to use long-range weapons to consume Tang Lang's few remaining live ammunition.

With a false shot, Tang Lang withdrew from the battle group, turned over and burrowed into the ruins, and quickly disappeared, leaving only the Qin warrior mecha that suddenly stood in place without an opponent.

"Bastard, you come out for Lao Tzu!" After staying for a few seconds, the only remaining mecha in the first class of mecha woke up to the fact that Tang Lang had fled, shouted with a thick cry, and frantically poured all the weapons he was equipped with into the ruins. Until all ammo is empty, the mech's energy battery also drops to the red zone.

But apparently, the opponent did not mean to come out.

Fiercely inserting the alloy sword in his hand into the ground, the Qin warrior remained motionless and stood still.

Perhaps, at the moment when he watched his comrades-in-arms who got along day and night die one after another in front of his eyes, this Federation warrior who had never experienced such a battle had collapsed, and an enemy who had lost his calm and enough judgment was no longer important to Tang Lang whether he was killed or not.

Yes, even though it was just a simulated battle in the network, the Federation soldier was still crushed by a huge sense of shame.

All the onlookers didn't hear him crying, but they could feel the sadness of the warrior who was standing still in the cockpit of the mech.

Until the arrival of Zhang Wuhui.

"Pick up your sword and keep up!" Zhang Wuhui, who rushed to the ground, didn't say anything else, just said a simple word.

"Yes!"

After a few seconds, the stunned Qin warrior re-lifted the huge alloy sword he had previously inserted into the ground.

In the cockpit of the mecha that no one else could see, a young face was full of tears, but it became firm again.

The chief did not abandon him, how could he abandon himself?

A good one, a good one, a federal soldier.

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PS: This can only be said to be a tragedy, Fengyue woke up from severe pain in the early hours of the morning, severe pain in his lower back, according to past experience, Fengyue knew that it was a kidney stone. That kind of pain, really, unbearable! Originally scheduled to take the old mother to Nanjing today and then go to Hangzhou West Lake to go around, 9 o'clock bullet train, the ticket hotel has already been set, Nanjing's writer friend "Jifeng", Hangzhou's beautiful writer "I love meat" sister paper, Shanghai's reader big brother "Hua Tianli" has long been set to receive Fengyue, Fengyue is also looking forward to meeting them, but such a trouble, can only helplessly choose another date. Originally, Fengyue wanted to take a painkiller injection and anti-inflammatory injection or something, or accompany the old mother to go shopping, but the old mother felt more sorry for her son and resolutely did not move, hey, this is the parents, the child with a mother is always a treasure! All right! Uncle Fengyue still thinks that I am still a baby!

The trip is gone, but the update won't be broken, I didn't sleep all night, and I finished the extracorporeal lithotripsy near noon, didn't Fengyue sit in front of the computer again? Writing the story of the starry sky in the future may make Fengyue forget the pain! Please also continue to support Fengyue's new book.