"Battalion commander, what should we do now?" asked Brother Chen, Chen Youfang.

Li Dong pondered for a long time and gritted his teeth. Since you're going crazy with me, I'm going to show you who can be crazier!

"Withdraw!" Li Dong ordered, and at the same time, a retreating route was issued in the public channel, and a target at an intermediate station was drawn with a large red cross.

Witte 2nd Arsenal.

That's its name.

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Taking advantage of the rapid movement of the reconnaissance mecha, the 15th battalion led by Li Dong attacked the second arsenal of Werther at an almost huge cost, 55 minutes after encountering the troops of the Western Empire.

"Half of the 700 reconnaissance mecha were destroyed, but 567 mecha were still snatched by the other party?" When Zhao Gongcheng received the first-hand news in the evening, only 20 kilometers away from the east coastline, he couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, it was my favored opponent, and under the pressure of my people to pursue him, he thought of directly attacking the arsenal in my rear and directly replacing his own rudimentary and dilapidated reconnaissance mecha with the mechs there to deal with the future battles along the way.

Nice idea, I like it.

"Your Highness......" Watts called out hesitantly, holding a wounded arm. He was really worried about the eldest prince, this was simply playing with fire, the last time there was a battle on the Luofujin Bridge, the eldest prince only used 500 mecha to face it, if it wasn't for his luck, he was forced to jump into the lake in advance, he really didn't dare to imagine the situation of the explosion after that. Even myself, who was standing almost near the other end of the bridge, had a broken arm. Now, it is not easy to persuade the Grand Prince to catch up with the 500 Royal Mecha troops heading for the East Coast, but it is clear that His Royal Highness has not given up on his interesting game.

"Rest assured, Watts, the hunt of hunting lies in this sense of danger. No matter how clever the prey is, it can't escape the trap of the hunter. Zhao Gongcheng smiled like a succubus, and a pair of peach blossom eyes actually shone brightly, "Order, let those 10 groups of mecha troops block all the roads along the way to the west coast, even a fly, can't let it fly over there!"

Your retreat is only on the West Coast, and although I knew before you that there was no such thing as a rescue force, I really wanted to see how you would look when you found yourself betrayed after going through countless hardships and dangers. Frustration, disappointment, or resentment? It excites me to think about it!

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"I need your help. ”

When Philo got out of the cockpit and stepped off the plane, a handsome young man appeared in front of him, with an elegant temperament and a kind and distant smile.

Frowning, Philo, who was seriously clean, also kept a safe distance from the other party, but in view of the other party's temperament and attitude, people couldn't be disgusted with him, so he asked suspiciously: "Do we know each other?"

At the same time, Philo decided that if the other party was a gold-plated nobleman from the capital area, and he was an idle egg pain to tease him, he would definitely let him know what the real egg pain was.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not the kind of person you think I am. The clever Murong Manying was naturally able to read the meaning from the other party's eyes, and smiled bitterly, "I just want you to send something to my friend." I've checked, and among the allies on planet A912, you're the only one who has that ability. ”

"Who is your friend, and what is it?" Philo remained guarded, but relaxed slightly. It should be a noble child, who wants to trust the relationship and send some small things of love to someone in his female barracks. This kind of thing has not happened before, but Philo, as the battalion commander, turned a blind eye.

Murong Manying smiled: "His name is Reykya Weike, he is the battalion commander of your Eastern Empire mecha battalion, and what I want to send is a mecha." ”

"What, it's him!" Philo was shocked, he didn't expect that the person in front of him was actually a Star Alliance, and the friend in his mouth turned out to be the commander of the 15th Battalion, Rekja, "He's not ......"

"I know where, and I know that you have a lot to do with him. Murong Manying interrupted directly, which made Philo's face blush slightly, but as the former simply explained the current bad situation of Reykaya (which naturally omitted about Jerry's dereliction of duty), Philo's whole face turned pale.

Cold sweat couldn't help but flow down, and the eyes were full of mist, but the fists were clenched tightly.

Philo instructed Murong Manying: "I don't know if what you said is true, I'm just telling you, if I know that you have lied to me, even if you are the chairman of the Star Alliance, I will try my best to kill you!"

A typical Eastern Empire-style fierce threat.

"Now, tell me, how many mechs do you want me to send?"

"Just one is enough. Murong Manying said. A real mecha, a car that belongs only to that big hooligan.

In the universe, there is nothing that the Murong family does not know, only things that the Murong family does not want to know. The biological mecha, for him, it is a little difficult to get the design drawing, but the relevant data and combat performance evaluation report are indeed handy.

Murong Manying looked at Philo who nodded in agreement and smiled. Rascal, I didn't expect you to have so many confidants. Now, you can at least hold on until you wait for Lao Tzu to save you!

Thinking that he was becoming more and more hooligan-like, Murong Manying, who had not slept for a day and a night, had a smile on his face with a hint of yuppies. It's another morning.

The fresh air cheered up all the people in the 15th battalion.

Yesterday, they fought a tough battle again, a solid hard battle, and attacked one of the opponent's arsenals. Relative to the other party, their losses are small. And the results of their arrival are indeed rich, with more than 500 mechas.

Although it has only been a few days, the soldiers of the 15th Battalion have almost forgotten how long it has been since they have touched the real battle mech. Now, with the battle mecha in their hands, everyone's confidence has been greatly increased, and they believe that with the mecha and the battle formation under the command of the battalion commander Li Dong, they can exert a much stronger combat effectiveness than the other party.

And now, they are fighting.

In front of them, it was the 5th group of troops they had encountered since yesterday, just as the perverted prince of the Western Empire, Zhao Gongcheng, had said, and the troops they encountered were all mecha troops with 100 mechas.

"Conical. Li Dong's blood-red eyes, but his spirit did not have a trace of tiredness, and he said calmly, as if he was thinking about whether to eat poached eggs for breakfast today in a restaurant.

In an instant, 500 intercepted Western Empire mecha skillfully formed a cone on the ground, with such speed and skillful technique that all the mecha did not collide with each other at all, and the battle formation completed everything in 10 seconds.

500VS100, at the same time, there are more than 300 reconnaissance mechs in the rear to suppress the formation, the implementation of flank outflanking, almost 1 minute after the exchange of fire between the two sides, the Western Empire fell into a one-sided passive beating situation.

The captain of the other party's mecha unit has long been scolding his mother in his heart. The reason why their battalion of more than 1,000 people would take the initiative to divide into 10 groups of troops was because they were ordered to stop a team of 1,000 reconnaissance mechas. However, now the situation is completely different, the other mecha is not only a familiar model, but even the number is several times more than its own.

"Why hasn't the support of the other teams come yet?" The captain of the 5th group of the Western Empire exposed his foul language, and in his heart, he fucked the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of those comrades-in-arms who crawled like a turtle.

"Captain, the troops of groups 3 and 4 are converging here, while groups 6 and 7 are also coming, the movements of group 9 are unknown, group 10 has not been contacted, and the first reinforcements are expected to arrive in 3 minutes. One of the soldiers in charge of communications replied, also sweating on his head.

The captain gritted his teeth. He is knowing how the 1st and 2nd groups were completely destroyed by each other. It's a pack of wolves that can inflict massive damage on their enemies as long as their minions are still around. In just a few seconds of communication, their own camp was about to be scattered.

"Points, maintain a cone battle formation, three-way fast attack. Li Dong ordered again.

Suddenly, the large cone that broke the opponent at the beginning was divided into three strands, like a three-strand fork, with a slightly arc route of travel, launching a further detailed attack towards the opponent's already scattered formation, and the convergence point of the arc was the command mecha in the opponent's rear.

Li Dong found that the battlefield is indeed the best training ground, and all the mecha battle formations that are already familiar may be a little rusty when they are in the barracks, but when they arrive at the battlefield, after the baptism of war, they quickly become sleek and smooth, and even the conversion between formations at the beginning has become as natural as assembly line assembly now.

"Fast, very, accurate", this is the policy of mecha combat that Li Dong summed up. Because, on the battlefield, everywhere else, only by doing the above three points, can we concentrate on solving a problem in a short time.

Of course, there are accidents.

Just when the 15th Battalion was almost able to completely break up the opponent's formation, the monkey in charge of the reconnaissance mecha came with a message: "Oh no, boss, there is a situation on the left side of the battle formation!"

When Li Dong looked at it, he saw that within the limit of the radar, the red dots representing the local forces were increasing little by little, as if they were fireflies in the night, lighting up the dark radar screen.

It is expected that if the opponent accelerates with all his might, there will be 15 seconds left to enter the very edge of the current battlefield between the two sides. Li Dong quickly came to this judgment.

"Fold, the circular battle formation retreats. ”

15 seconds is not impossible to defeat the opponent in front of him, but doing it in such a hasty time will make his own formation show irreparable loopholes, and the opponent can easily break up his formation even if he uses the simplest echelon charge. Moreover, Li Dong remembered it clearly, the other party was not only the 2 groups of people who appeared in front of him, just the shit prince of the Western Empire, he sent 10 groups, and he didn't care about the troops from other aspects of the Western Empire in the rear.