Astrid looked at her watch, and the moonlight, which was gradually obscured by dark clouds, only left a glimmer of light on the case, and the hour hand was gradually turning to the moment of dawn, and the look on her face was like the moonlight, which was not good at all.

Poseidon's trident markings were painted on every armored transport vehicle behind the hills, and this kind of vehicle that looked like a normal Bradley infantry was unarmed except for a 7.62 machine gun at the front, but it made the enemy tremble, and without him, it contained six armored infantry.

It's a genuine one-soldier mecha, not a make-up exoskeleton.

"The signal is weakening." Schlieffen warned the communication channel that the lieutenant colonel, as one of the initiators of the plan, did not need to be there in person, but out of some insistence, he came anyway, and at the front of the battle line, silently monitored the Poseidon convoy that had been unilaterally slaughtered below.

"Wait a little longer, wait until this group of barbarians has put all their forces into cleaning up the battlefield before entering." Astrid looked back without being salty, and the white radio noise continued for a moment before Schlieffen said, "Roger." ”

This is not a good errand, and Astrid understands very well that these convoys are all subordinate to the 1st Mecha Division, and when a full-scale war breaks out, they will be the line of fire of the Mecha Division, and if necessary, they will be auxiliaries to die for the Mecha Division. Now, they're dying for the Mechmaster. This feeling of burying one's own people with one's own hands is, of course, very bad.

But it must. Astrid thought. Poseidon has been silent for too long, the continent is now a mess, what bullshit New Jersey Empire is about to capture Richmond, except for the forest in the south, which is occupied by barbarians, nothing can stop them from hitting the sea, and then Poseidon should abandon all coastal bases and withdraw to Half Moon Bay? I'd rather let the mecha rust than listen to the joint meeting's nonsense "For the sake of the situation?" ”

If there is really any situation, she will not be awakened, and it is better to send them to death when she sees the army degenerate like this. Astrid silently watched the first light of dawn come, and she looked around at the meched infantry in the car who had been silent all night, as if she had a heart, and these sworn young men looked at the commander together.

"Let's go."

One massacre without suspense was followed by another.

Astrid still controlled the core threshold of the mecha at 59%, she was the first to step out of the transport car, took a deep breath in the visual mask, the narrow phoenix eyes were full of calm, the blue-black steel tide spread out, Astrid reached out from behind his shoulder and pulled out the telescopic halberd, lightly buckled, the halberd elongated, compared to the manganese steel alloy material during the Great War a hundred years ago, today's titanium-nickel alloy is naturally countless times better, But there is no doubt that Astrid is so fond of that era full of rust and blood, In that golden age when great men were not yet old.

Astrid felt the "whining" of the supercharged turbo as her visor opened, and she spoke quietly, but enough for all the soldiers to hear clearly.

"We all know what we have to do."

As the breeze blew through at dawn, two hundred mechs were all the elite forces that the participants in Project Aldrich had to offer. Two hundred people listened attentively to the woman who fought side by side with her grandfather.

"There are no rules." The halberd stretched to the end, shiny, shiny, desperate for blood, and the sunlight caused only her exposed teeth to show in the shadow.

"Except for us......"

"Kill everyone."

With that, the mecha suddenly spewed out two extremely hot blue flames, and Astrid actually jumped up to the top of the hill dozens of meters away, and instantly crossed Schlieffen, who was still wearing optical camouflage and hid in the branches, and in the latter's wide eyes, crossed a graceful and violent parabola, and fell fiercely towards the hill.

"Drink~!" The halberd crossed a gale, and the laughter of the barbarians who were standing by the anti-aircraft machine gun frolicked for a moment, and the blood line bloomed, and in an instant it split into four parts, until Astrid's mech splattered a sky of blood, and no one fired a bullet at her.

Meteors are constantly flowing, hills after hills, ambushes after ambushes, mecha infantry cutting in from the southwest, suddenly cutting the barbarian army into two parts, how can these inferior barbarians who only rely on rifles and rockets pose a slight threat to the mecha? It's just rubbing off some paint. In a quarter of an hour, Astrid stood before the barbarian leader with his bloodied halberd in hand.

"Barbarians." Astrid didn't bother to talk, only took the head of a halberd, and then leaned down to pick up a string of heads hanging from the man's waist, all of which were convoy soldiers who had died in battle a few hours earlier.

All died because of her.

But Astrid didn't have time to grieve, or even give them a hasty funeral, she still had a lot of things left, to spread the news of the ambush of the convoy, and then use the barbarian's head to report to the joint council that the Poseidon border was already open, and if there was no full-scale war at this time, when? Wait until the stronger Imperial Savages tame the Lin Hai barbarians and directly hit Poseidon's core?

She would not allow that.

Before dawn, Astrid's forces withdrew to the outpost, believing that instructions to them would arrive in a few hours.

Sure enough, when the sun rose, Astrid walked to the center of the camp with a freshly faxed Poseidon headquarters order, and read aloud to the soldiers who were wiping their armor and maintaining the core: "If something happens suddenly, the enemy army will have a follow-up, so I hereby order your troops to retreat to the base of Fort Benning, and wait for the Rangers to reconnoiter before going else." ”

"This is our headquarters! We've all thrown the enemy's heads into the swamp and we're going to put us still! Astrid shouted.

"We all know that! The so-called reconnaissance is nothing more than superficial efforts, and if the headquarters has to swallow even such an act of war, then what is the point of sacrificing the brave compatriots last night in order to make the commanders feel ashamed? ”

"Where?!"

Astrid knew that the soldiers had become surprisingly angry, and so did she. In the main Poseidon base, the report, which was supposed to be reserved for senior officers, was disseminated until every soldier heard and saw it.

This is the age of the conquerors, the age of the rebuilders, and has nothing to do with cowards.

"Let's tell the headquarters with halberds and rifles that we are hungry for war, hungry for war!" Astrid burst into her throat with the loudest voice she had ever heard in her life.

Immediately, the armored transport vehicle re-mounted the bloodstained infantrymen, and this time, they also headed in the direction of the enemy, only this time, they had to use gunpowder to clean the enemy inside.