Hearing only a crisp sound, the mecha of the "little hooligan", which was still active in the public channel just now, was directly flattened like an egg, and the internal structure inside was like the egg yolk protein that came out with it, rushing out through the cracked gaps.

The strange thing is that ......you can still hear the "little hooligans" scolding the street as if they were addicted to it on the public channel.

Fortunately, when Li Dong and the "little hooligan" said Plan G before, they were worthy of being Li Dong's younger brother's "little hooligan", and he was already ten percent timid and afraid of things, and used the routing form to transmit voice packets from public channels, so even if it was intercepted by the giant mecha, it was just the mecha that served as the route, not the one that the "little hooligan" was hiding in.

The mecha of the Western Empire, as if he was a melon farmer who had entered the orchard, arbitrarily harvested those substitute mecha that were readily available to him, and the heart of the "little rascal" who looked at it was bleeding, of course, if he had a heart and blood.

And Li Dong is much more low-key, in the ruins that are constantly piled up because of the machine war, hibernating, lying down, crawling forward, slowly, slowly, turning the direction, approaching the back of the giant mecha.

His purpose is the only weakness of this new mecha at the moment - Chrysanthemum.

On the other side, the three cone-shaped battle formations of the Eastern Empire, like meat grinders, were constantly strangling the troops of the Western Empire.

Finally, the pilot of the giant mecha finally realized that something was wrong: so far, he had blown up more than 20 mechs that emitted the most voice packets in the enemy's communication channel, and it stands to reason that the commander who existed in them was already dead and could no longer die.

But in fact, the situation is that although none of the public channels on his side show a shrinking mood, not only is the morale low, but the number of fighters on his side has plummeted.

No, there must be something wrong, it is impossible for the enemy to talk all the way (in fact, you are only one step away from the truth)?

The giant mecha suddenly turned around, no longer slaughtering the substitute mechs of those "little hooligans", and instead launched an attack on the mechs of the three battle formations of the Eastern Empire.

"Boss, what now?" "Little rascal" was a little embarrassed. Sure enough, if you play cheap to the extreme, you will also encounter a bottleneck, even if you want the other party to beat you again, people will think that you will hurt his hand.

"Plan B, your troops will break up the battle formation. Li Dong said immediately, and his own mecha was still lying in the ruins, motionless, and the engine was ignited by hand, like a mecha that had been blown up.

Breaking up the battle array, the technical content is not high, and the emphasis is on coordination and speed, so for the "little hooligan" who can control a large area of mecha by one person, it seems to be tailor-made for him, and his role on the battlefield can be regarded as barely leveling out the unfavorable situation caused by the giant mecha.

"Click!"

The giant mecha once again exploded one of his own mechas, and Li Dong's pupils, who forced himself to calm down, instantly contracted - it's now!

"Kill!"

Manipulating the mecha, like a long-dormant assassin, the venomous snake that was ready to attack exploded with unprecedented speed in that second.

The particle ejector was fully opened, and Li Dong's mecha flew out like an arrow off the string!

"Hmph, the proud rooster in Changlie Temple has long been stopped, and you are the one who is waiting!"

The giant mecha suddenly turned around, and with it, it was a flicked back arm, like a train, roaring towards Li Dong, a relatively small mecha!

"Ahh

Perhaps, in the blink of an eye, it is eternity.

This is especially true in this battlefield where life and death are fleeting.

She burst into tears.

The person concerned is unusually calm, even to the point of indifference to his own life.

At that moment, Li Dong felt the slow passage of time and the eternity of space.

Everything is eternally independent, and everything is eternally independent.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but subconsciously activated the Force again, and the golden light in his eyes was like a meteor in the night, tiny, short-lived, but destined to be brilliant!

"Fanghua is peerless, and meteors always have the courage to tear the sky. ”

The mecha, which was more than ten meters long, fell a few centimeters downward again in an impossible situation, although it was tiny, but it was the distance between life and death.

One step to death, one step to eternal life.

"Click!"

This time, the sound of metal tearing was not only transmitted through the external amplifier of the mecha, but directly through the most primitive medium of air, directly to Li Dong's ears.

There was a big light in front of him, no longer a dim cab glowing with blue light, in front of Li Dong's eyes, in addition to the flying metal fragments, it was a mountain, a mountain that obscured the sky.

The soldiers on the field who were paying attention to the battle situation here, especially the soldiers of the 15th Battalion, only felt their stomachs twitch, and their whole hearts rose to their throats, and the tears that Nagasawa had been holding back finally collapsed in an instant.

Li Dong's mecha was hit on one side by the opponent's giant mecha elbow, without any suspense, without the slightest stop, Li Dong's mecha, like a piece of paper, from one side of the abdomen, across the chest, slanted up, out of the shoulder on the other side, where it passed, all became fragments.

Metal, in the face of the great force, fragile was torn and flew, and the golden fragments, against the backdrop of the setting sun, seemed to be dyed with a layer of blood, bloody, and poignant.

The alloy knife, which was supposed to be only held in the palm of the mecha's hand, flew high, rotated, and finally, with a "poof", it was shallowly inserted into the ground, and behind it, was a blood-stained sunset. "The Western Empire will win ......"

The moment the giant mecha hit Li Dong's mecha, it roared this slogan through the mecha's own microphone, the voice was not majestic, but with the blow like a whip, it was enough to shock people's hearts.

Having heard about the Changlie Temple that was defeated before, this pilot knew that the opponent's troops already knew the weakness of the latest mecha in the Western Empire, and it was very likely that the commander of the other party's battalion was the one who finally defeated the giant mecha in the Changlie Temple. Therefore, he was on guard early in the morning, and it seemed that he was red-eyed, but he never faced the back of his mecha to the enemy at will.

This time, he won, he crushed the opposing battalion commander with one blow, and his heart was full of pride. No wonder Changlie Temple has not been able to successfully enter the royal mecha unit all these years, he doesn't know, there is no perfect mecha, only perfect tactics. He was proud of himself, and now he was going to take advantage of the victory......

"The Western Empire will win!"

"The Western Empire will win!"

"The Western Empire will win!"

“......”

In the midst of the shouting of victory declarations, only a dull and clear sound of collapse was heard, and it was as if a building had collapsed.

The soldiers of the Western Empire were shocked to see that in front of them, the giant mecha that had just been singing victory like a god of war collapsed in the cheers of their side.

Caught off guard by irony!

Before they could recover from the prophecy of victory, they only heard a sound like thunder, and a national curse broke out.

", what are you waiting for, why don't you fight quickly, wait for Lao Tzu to go back and use mecha special firearms to explode your chrysanthemums!"

As soon as the 15th battalion heard this highly personal national scolding, and it was quite clear that it was the voice of the battalion commander named Rykja, the mood could not be said to be a resurgence, it was simply a bucket of gasoline poured on the fire, which was hot.

"Kill, fight!"