After Lei Ming followed the back of the team to rest for a while, he almost couldn't wait to drive the mecha to the front position, here is like the blade of a long sword, the battle with the enemy is the most fierce, the students of Aya Academy took turns to change positions and retreat to the rear to rest, but the wolf commando has always been in front of the top and never retreated.

After the thunder dragon level came up, the pressure around him was also shared a little. The pace of the march of the army has also accelerated a lot.

Lei Ming almost immediately recognized the Cassiron mecha in front of him, with the blood-colored eyes painted on it, which was the symbol of the Iron Curtain, and the pilot who was also a Thunderdragon like him was probably that person.

"Hong Gang!"

Thunder screamed loudly for fear that the storm would affect communications.

They may be rivals in the Aya Academy, but at this time, even the Aya Academy may have been wiped out under the iron cavalry of the Imperial Army. At the time of the nation's peril, there was no Iron Curtain, and there were no higher sub-people, and now there was only one kind of people, and that was the Clay people!

In addition, Lei Ming really wanted to know who the pilot of that mech was. If you can really go out, you must find him and worship him as a teacher at all costs. But if you can't get out, even if you know the name of the savior before you die.

The Cassilon movement was very crisp, killing the enemy neatly without the slightest hesitation, he pulled the big sword in his hand out of the chest of an imperial sword, shook the bloody big sword fiercely, and turned his head to look at the thundering mecha.

The Lei family's mecha is also very recognizable, and their mecha has a blue thunderbolt pattern printed on the outer armor above the arm.

"Zhang Ergou!"

Hong Gang said three words, and then immediately turned his head and joined the battle, advancing side by side with a few wolf mechas, and slowly the cooperation between them was already very tacit, and the wheel battle array composed of several dragon-level mecha was indeed like a meat grinder, and more than a dozen imperial swords were turned into wreckage in a moment.

The Pagas had nothing to do, and their battle formation was like papier-mâché, shattered by the slightest touch of the Thunder pilots. When Thunder joined in, the lineup became more solid, and they charged forward bravely under the siege of the Pagasians.

Thunder's face tightened, his lips pursed together, and he couldn't see any fluctuations, and he let out a sigh of relief as he slashed a few more enemies, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"I can't think of it!"

He shrugged his shoulders, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly burst out! Those two heavy swords were like toys in his hands, and his mechanical arm let out a rumbling roar, driving the exoskeleton of the mecha cockpit, making each sword of this Cassilon mecha much more powerful than before!

"Zhang Ergou! I want to surpass you!! Thunder roared.

Zhang Ergou didn't hear it.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed since he had gone berserk, and both his body and his mecha had reached their limits. His eyes were bleeding, and his skin was a dull red, as if there was too much blood building up underneath.

The armor of this Casillon made him look like scrap metal, and the worse situation was that the transmission joint of Cassilon was completely deformed under Zhang Ergou's violent driving, and at the moment when Zhang Ergou jumped up and landed again, the only remaining leg finally couldn't stand the huge pressure and snapped open.

He lost almost all of his mobility, and the mech finally stopped.

Half-kneeling like a sculpture.

Motionless.

"Kill"

Zhang Ergou breathed the word out of his mouth with a dying breath.

The aftermath of the madness swept over him, and in an instant, he fell into a deep coma. Here, perhaps, is the end of his life.

He was half-kneeling in the middle, and he stopped alone in the huge encirclement, and the sun was setting, and the fiery red light was draped over his body, like a blood-colored battle robe, making the mecha incomparably tall.

The Imperial Sword moved forward step by step, they tightly held the trigger of the energy gun in their hands, the palms of their hands holding the big sword were sweating, and forty or fifty mecha formed a dripping circle, moving forward inch by inch.

It was this seemingly disabled mecha that had just beaten them out of reach, especially when he threw an Imperial Sword several meters high with one hand, and that image had become an unforgettable memory for many people for a lifetime.

Even if he didn't move now, those Porgas didn't dare to act rashly, because they were afraid that the Cassilon would suddenly go berserk, and who could guarantee that he wasn't the one who was thrown away?

And yet they couldn't escape!

A group of teams suddenly killed from behind them, and the five or six mecha at the front were like crazy when they saw Zhang Ergou's mecha, and they didn't want to kill the enemy formation, they surrounded him in the middle and formed a defensive position with this as the center.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the people of Pagas!

They immediately regrouped, trying to hold them down before they could charge again.

As long as they are trapped here, it is only a matter of time before they are eliminated...