I drove for hours, and finally got in touch with a nearby unit, and I caught up with them, this unit was also a scattered unit, and many soldiers like me had gathered, it was a mecha tank squad, with three mecha tanks and a dozen armored vehicles, and now he was enriched by us into a battalion.

I reported to the officer of this unit, and he patted me on the shoulder and said, "Very well, now help us free some wounded to your car and set off with us, I have already contacted the headquarters of the 256th Division, they have already engaged the Rosha people, we must hurry to support them." ”

I sighed to myself that it was carrying the wounded again, and my mechanic's manual made every officer who saw me ask me to do this work.

But the commander was right, the enemy was very close to us, and the northern sky could be seen red, not the sunset, but the artillery fire stained the sky red, and the sound of explosions could be faintly heard.

We were joined by scattered and straggled soldiers or squads along the way, everyone looking for where their troops were, and I had no way of knowing where Roy was, they should have withdrawn further east by now.

Originally, I was driving a separate personnel carrier, but soon the stragglers supplemented my vehicle into a company, which caused me a lot of trouble in the back.

For the next two whole days, we were heading northeast, and I was supposed to be moving along the line of attack of the Roshas, half diverting, half fleeing.

But there was no fighting for two days, but I was exhausted by the breakdown of many vehicles and tanks. This is not to say that the quality of our equipment is too bad, when I repaired it, I found that many of them were models from five years ago, and now we can't find matching parts at all, and we even ended up having to blow up a few armored vehicles that could not be repaired.

In the end even our mecha tanks were used to carry people, and this marching, stationary, low-altitude three-and-one transformer tank was our land trump card. It can be used not only for maneuvering and detours, but also for stationary fire support, and for performing the tasks of low-altitude fighters.

Compared to our low-altitude two-in-one armored platform on land, the Rocha mech tanks are far less advanced than ours, and they mainly rely on smaller drone mechs, which are no match for our tanks, but their wolf pack tactics have caused a large number of casualties among our voice forces, including Saki.

We also have unmanned fighters, robot troops, but our barren solar system cannot support this mode of combat, and we prefer more powerful and larger mecha tanks to light mechs that are scrapped all at once.

Some of these mecha tanks have been fighting on the Rocha front for five years, and each tank, each crew, is a heroic member, and the number of Rocha armored units destroyed by them often reaches the triple digits.

But in reality, the Armoured Forces of the Rocha are probably in the four digits to us, and along the entire Rocha front, human soldiers are fighting with flesh and blood and steel armor.

At noon on the third day, we arrived at the front-line combat zone, where a network of rails and large factories gathered.

And as soon as we got here, the tension that was characteristic of the front line immediately enveloped all of us.

As far as the eye could see, there were craters, smoke rose from everywhere, and the explosions never stopped.

Our stragglers had gathered into a regiment, and now we were under the command of the captain of the armored squad for the time being, and I saw him speeding forward in the tank, which should be the division headquarters.

We stopped, and after three days and three nights of rapid marching, we flew thousands of kilometers over the front line, and now we can finally stop, even if only for half an hour.

The veterans of this unit immediately got out of the tank, ran to the crater on the side, and immediately ate and drank, smoked and chatted. I'm afraid I'll never learn their ability to get into a state of relaxation anytime and anywhere, and I got out of the car and snuggled up to the door smoking, looking very calm, but I was actually hiding my anxiety, after all, the Rosha people were within a dozen kilometers of us, or even closer.

The squad leader returned, the tank was followed by an armored vehicle from the division headquarters, and on the conning tower was a captain commander, who was the temporary commander of our unit, and we were asked to listen to the pre-battle briefing before converging in front of him.

He spoke quickly and said to us:

"Our troops withdrawn from the Gamba River are now converging in the middle, the Rosa people have made breakthroughs from both the north and the south, we must now eliminate the Rosa salient in the north, otherwise the entire army group is at risk of being surrounded, your specific task now is to take the industrial area in the north, now everyone is in a state of battle, immediately set off in a whole team, and the galaxy will win!"

He patted the armored car under him, and the armored car turned around and landed on the ground, and then the back compartment was opened, and inside was the supply of food and energy blocks.

I originally thought that the Rosa people were within 100 kilometers of us, but I didn't expect them to be one kilometer north of us, and the division headquarters was urgently retreating when we arrived.

We drove a few minutes to the outskirts of the plant, and the Rosha people didn't raze it with missiles, and we didn't bomb it with railguns, because this is a grain synthesis plant, which is the most important strategic point of contention.

I entered the factory with this makeshift company, surrounded by tall factories, and we infiltrated along the edge of the house, and I was very nervous because I had never experienced street fighting.

Entering the factory, the surrounding roads were divided by one workshop after another, a team leader ordered me and the other four or five soldiers to follow him, we came to a narrow road, suddenly there was a burst of shooting from the opposite side, we all fell to the ground, one of the unlucky guys was hit, fell forever, and he was a few meters away from me.

We turned into the inside of the workshop, which was like a long line, and we carefully groped our way inside the workshop to find the enemy who had just shot us.

We cautiously walked through the workshop to the door of the workshop, where the enemy should be on the elevated tower where our door was, and the squad leader ordered me to be the first to go out. I clutched my gun to the door.

"Action!"

I was the first to rush out, shooting at the elevated top as I ran, and the other side immediately spotted me, several lasers slashed against my body, I ran desperately forward, sprinting towards their shooting corners, and the squad leader and the rest of the people also came out, they were covering me.

The Rosha people on the elevated tower were so heavy that I thought we must have been trapped in this place, but there was a burst of gunfire from the north, and the elevated tower was crumbling as it was laser cut, and the Rosha people above let out a scream and fell down.

There was a call over the communicator, and I connected to the channel, and it turned out to be another team who had made a detour behind the elevated tower and saved our lives.

I climbed up from the base of the tower, joined up with a few other people, and continued to the north of the factory.

As soon as we passed through a workshop, there was a fierce exchange of fire in front of us, and we quickly rushed to that side, but someone was faster than us, and two low-altitude mecha tanks swept over our heads and rushed towards that side, and then there was a loud explosion over there, and it seemed that our mecha tanks had caused another loss to the Roshas.

We came to the place where the battle had just taken place, and there were 5 comrades who had saved us from the north.

"Thank you." I greeted them gratefully.

A soldier in the middle nodded to me in response, and he asked, "I am from the 308th Division, which unit are you from?" ”

I said, "I'm from the 177th Division, but I'm a mechanic."

This man did not look down on me because I was a mechanic, he enthusiastically said to me: "It doesn't matter if you are a mechanic, now we are all combat troops, and we have to take care of each other."

We didn't stop, and after the meeting, we continued to set off north. We decided to continue in the direction of the mecha tank attack, which is undoubtedly the safest path.

Our choice was very right, there were constantly hidden in the workshop, the Rosha squad and the mecha tank in the middle of various steel frames exchanged fire, the tank had scanners, they couldn't hide, they were forced to come out to fight.

Ordinary laser guns can't penetrate our tanks, but the individual missiles of the Rosa people are very threatening, and our team of about a dozen people is specially based on the tail flame of the missiles to catch the troops of the Rosa people.

"At 2 o'clock, there were 15 enemies in the workshop, and there were no heavy weapons." The Commander said on the communicator that this was the result of a mecha tank scanning.

"A group of three, ready to attack!" The order was given again, and I and the two guys around me immediately formed a group, and then each group was separated by dozens of meters and quickly moved towards the workshop.

The Rocha men in the workshop did not notice us until we reached the downstairs of the workshop, they fired at us from the second floor, and we quickly approached the workshop wall and entered their shooting corner.

But the frenzied Rosha people immediately switched to grenade launchers and dropped bombs, and a continuous burst of explosions immediately sounded around me, at which point the team leader shouted over the communicator: "Break the wall!" They're just above 11 o'clock! ”

One of the soldiers next to me immediately took out the wall breaker, which was something similar to a flashlight, the soldier turned on it, and a continuous high-energy laser shot out, quickly cutting a large hole in the wall, because he knew the enemy's position, I and these two comrades rushed in and swept in the direction of 11 o'clock above, I actually only saw a few blurry figures above, and then pulled the trigger on it.

I don't know how many of the Rocha were killed by me, but in this round of raids, we took another workshop, and the battle continued, and dozens of squads as brave as we were were sweeping the factory.

I experienced a glimmer of passion for victory, and in this mood, the ever-present fatigue magically disappeared, replaced by an excitement, and I finally understood what victory can bring to an army.