Chapter 4: Aid (1)
"Now there is no reason for the people in the military department to restrict us, the federal army has begun to counterattack, we don't move seriously, what if the war overturns?"
"I agree with Staff Officer Xu's point of view, the enemy army is still fighting in a trapped beast, there is no point in delaying any longer, Commander of the Legion, please give an order!"
"Yes, the Legion Commander gives the order......"
Looking at his high-spirited subordinates, the corners of Mu Yi'an's mouth slowly rose, and he said easily with a hint of coercion:
"Since all the monarchs agree with the First War, then press all the military strength, don't save ammunition, and saturate the mecha firepower to output! Connect me to the forward post, and I will personally give instructions, and within an hour, I must press back the enemy's attack! β
"Commander, do you want to inform the logistics and make a new strategic map in advance, I believe that it won't be long before the 214 satellite can be included in the imperial territory."
"Hahaβlong live the Empire!"
The entire military headquarters immediately burst into warm applause and laughter......
At the same time, the front-line positions of the Federation Army were fully bombed, and the artillery fire of the Imperial Army increased several times in an instant.
Whoosh-whoosh, the Stinger missiles that tugged at the tail of the long line of fire poured down like falling stars, and the soldiers didn't even have time to wail before their flesh and blood were torn to shreds.
In the battlefield of iron and fire, life is so fragile, when the artillery fire fills the entire field of vision, the only thing you can do is to close your eyes, at least you don't have to watch yourself being ruthlessly erased!
Multiply... Multiply... Boom! Boom! After the intense artillery fire, the surviving soldiers pulled themselves out of the ashes and breathed heavily into the smoke-soaked air.
But before the rest of the catastrophe had time to rejoice, a nightmare of despair once again loomed over the battlefield!
The Empire's assault mechs, like steel beasts, can't wait to crush them.
The huge height difference brings majestic coercion and a sense of insignificance, facing the nearly five-meter-tall mecha, even a veteran who has survived a hundred battles, can't help but swallow his saliva tremblingly.
Da... Da Da, some desperate Federation soldiers desperately pulled the trigger, bullets, incendiary bombs, and grenades suddenly intertwined into a dense rain of bullets. However, the pilots of the empire ignored the rain of bullets and bullets, and the offensive was not frustrated at all!
"Grandma's legs, you imperial dogs, all die to Lao Tzu!"
A second lieutenant climbed up the mound, grabbed the Vulcan machine gun and began firing wildly. With four barrels and a rate of fire of up to 10,000 rounds per second, this individual firearm once dominated the battlefield as a killing weapon, and even chain tanks could easily shredd!
However, in the face of these reloaded mecha in front of him, the Vulcan machine gun suddenly became so pale and powerless!
The swirling tongues of fire had obviously fallen into a line, but those tall mechs rushed straight up against the stray bullets!
Boom!
The massive mechanical paws stomped over the mound, leaving behind only a lump of shattered flesh and a few red, twisted barrels.
"Oh, no matter how crazy and struggling...... It is still vulnerable in the face of absolute strength. β
The Imperial pilot in the engine room couldn't help but smile sarcastically, the movements of his hands did not stop, and with the swing of the control stick, the arm cannon on the left side of the fuselage slowly rose - boom, a tank of the Federation Army not far away was suddenly blown into the sky!
This scene was falling in the eyes of Lieutenant General Chen Ke, his sideburns were covered with dust, and he was still wrapped in dirty flesh. In the round of bombardment just now, a shell accidentally landed next to him, and one of the guards was blown in two on the spot, and even he was swept out by the air wave.
The progress of science and technology has made the human body constantly strengthened, but it is still weak compared to the artillery fire, like ants.
The Federation's scientific and technological indicators divide the limit of the human body into 50 levels, and only those who reach 30 or above can resist shells. But that kind of body of strength can only be possessed by a handful of top martial artists or transformed super soldiers, and it is not necessary to find one among hundreds of thousands of people.
Chen Ke's physique is only level twenty-seven, and he can resist bullets but can't resist cannonballs. The average expeditionary force soldier can't even reach level 20, and without exoskeleton armor, they can only wait for death in the face of the rain of bullets from the sky.
"Will... Checkmate! β
Colonel Hillo cried and fell to his knees at Chen Ke's feet, his entire cheek covered with soot, and only half of his military hat was almost attached to his scalp, still oozing blood.
Colonel Helio's spirit was on the verge of collapse more than physical pain:
"It's gone! It's all gone! Generals, the 300,000 soldiers on the battlefield, all dead! Checkmate! Let's withdraw, if we continue to fight, we will all die! β
Lieutenant General Chen Ke coldly lifted his saber, put it on the colonel's neck, and said in an almost dead tone: "Go and order, the whole army will continue to attack!" β
"General, can't-"
"If you don't go, I'll kill you right now! I don't want my soldiers to huddle in the trenches like pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered! Even if it's death, you have to die with fucking dignity! Colonel, do you want to be a coward? Stand up for me and go give orders! Immediately! β
"Yes!"
The colonel slapped himself twice, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and it was not until the moment he turned around that his back was revealed that had been blown up and flesh was blurred.
On the battlefield, dignity is the first to fall! In the end, it is dignity that stands!
Chen Ke slowly took off his general's uniform, roared like a soldier and launched a charge, and the battlefield of millions of people was full of blood. At this time, the life of a general and the life of a soldier are equally noble and equally humble!
A small meteorite group on the periphery of Satellite 214, a sharp silver light is flying through it. From the afterimage that had been dispersed for a long time, the outline of a huge mecha could be faintly seen.
This silver light is the A+-level mecha that rushed to the 214 position-Frost Angel.
In the cockpit, Chen Chen's eyebrows were always locked, and he was more worried about Chen Ke's current situation than the crisis he was about to face.
recalled that in the past, when Chen Chen was still picking up garbage to eat on Nuxing, it was Chen Ke who stood in front of him and handed him a piece of sauce meat and scallion cake. Chen Chen, who was only twelve years old, ate the palm-sized meatloaf in only three bites.
When he looked at Chen Ke with a frightened and longing gaze, the tall figure laughed a few times and handed him another cake as if by magic......
Chen Chen, whose original name was not Chen Chen, or that he didn't have a name, said that his parents killed the cannonballs of the Imperial Army, and the son of the old beggar died together. Later, the Federation forces defeated the Imperial forces and reoccupied most of the territory that had belonged to the Darkstar, which they called the Reconquest.
In the harsh winter of the year when he was eleven years old, the old beggar contracted a cold disease, and he had a high fever all day long. Poor people like them, how can they have spare money to go to the doctor, the old beggar, who was already hungry and cold, died of illness like that, and when he was about to breathe, he drove Chen Chen away, and lay on the broken bed board and shed tears.......