The ancient Ivan the Terrible easily made it to the top of the list of tyrants with the cruelty of killing his own son with his own hands. Since he was named this emperor, no matter how much he tried to ridicule Ivan the Terrible's mecha for being huge and bloated, he couldn't hide the fact that it was a killing tool.

The Rangers were indeed bold, and before they set out, everyone knew that the raid on Emar Fortress was almost tantamount to suicide, but they did not hesitate to board the Vultures.

Because they never doubt their combat skills, weapons and equipment, tactical strategies.

This is the confidence of the airborne rangers who suddenly descended from a height of 15,000 meters to outnumbered the crowd and control the fortress.

Will.

But when Ivan the Terrible was ablatively fanned by the black iron palm dripping with molten iron, no one was stupid enough to believe that man would conquer heaven, and with an indescribable howl, several soldiers could not escape, and were slapped alive into the wall they had been ordered to hold on, which was another kind of ridiculous consolation.

The first to react were the officers, the "Gustav" recoilless cannon behind their shoulders hit Ivan the Terrible's viscous wriggling armor one after another, and the shells engulfed in, like blisters being pinched and burst, and more violently sprayed out a stream of high-temperature liquefied alloy.

"All units, shell enemy mech units with all your might!"

The high-explosive grenade flew the face of Ivan the Terrible, who was smashing the top fortifications of the naval fortress with one punch, revealing a deeper layer of metallic primary color, and an imperial warrior removed his black cloak, and now, the warrior's most indestructible plate armor.

The Seraphic HAWP, which has been used as a fire support point, began to move, and the two M3s dragged out a brilliant track, accompanied by the joint fire of shoulder-fired artillery. So the next moment, Ivan the Terrible's Iron Fist was invited, and when he raised it again, there was an extra pile of scrap iron on the fortress.

The male lion would not care about mosquito bites, and if it weren't for the Shaped Hood peeling off the outer armor coating of Ivan the Terrible, it would have been fortunate that the medium-caliber cannonball would have rubbed some paint down. Ivan the Terrible kept his eyes on the center of the Emar Fortress, where the underground nuclear power plant was located. In the past, the Imperial Army's proudest armor was the Imperial Army's turn.

Each of Ivan the Terrible's skeletal nodes is equipped with a high-power diesel engine, providing surging power for this tyrant, and with the fierce roar of the mecha, Ivan the Terrible raised his fist and slammed the top of the naval artillery fortress, allowing the airborne troops to cover it with fire, a palpitating sound rubbed up, and Ivan the Terrible began to climb over the city wall.

"Come and help me!" An XM204 gun crew suffered heavy losses, and the artillery ensign shouted loudly for the crowd to come and take a hand, and Simon had just noticed him, and a stray bullet hit the artillery ensign in the eyebrows impartially.

Simon rushed over without thinking about it, taking over the responsibilities of the artillery crew, and after five years of war and special training for the rangers, there was no problem with leading the squad members to operate an artillery. If you don't destroy Ivan the Terrible, no one will survive until dawn.

"Seven hundred meters of calibration, one round of armor-piercing shells, rapid-fire!" The consequences of Ivan the Terrible crossing the city wall were very obvious, there were no heavy weapons in the fortress enough to damage and destroy it, and the Gathering Hood blocked the peripheral Imperial forces, but it also separated its own support drones. The most terrible thing is that the communication signal is very weakened, and even if the Air Force wants to desperately break the siege, it will not be able to get position.

AN HOUR AND A HALF, NOT LONG, FOR SIMON'S TEAM, IT SEEMS LIKE A WHOLE CENTURY HAS PASSED, SIMON TEMPORARILY BECAME THE COMMANDER OF THE GUN TO OBSERVE THE ENEMY'S SITUATION, AND THE MORE QUALIFIED SPREVEL SERVED AS THE GUNNER WHO FIRED THE ARTILLERY, AND THE REMAINING MEMBERS KEPT CARRYING 155MM SHELLS ALL THE TIME, AND DOZENS OF KILOGRAMS OF SHELLS WERE FILLED INTO THE BOLTS AND FIRED WITH A ROAR.

The temperature from the muzzle of the cannon scorched the air, Simon felt sweaty as soon as he entered, but on the eve of the cold Christmas Eve, the artillery fortifications were as warm as spring, since the large-scale counteroffensive of the Imperial Army, even for a second, this XM204 probably has not stopped.

Simon locked Ivan the Terrible's neck in the scope, and the gunner pressed the power button hard, and the tungsten core armor-piercing projectile hit accurately, but it was splashed with a puff of sparks and the bullet flew out.

WATCHING IVAN THE TERRIBLE STAGGER A FEW STEPS, SIMON CALLED OUT TO THE BROTHER UNIT AND ASKED FOR A SALVO, THE XM204 WAS EMBELLISHED WITH AN "X", WHICH MEANS THAT IT WAS AN ALLIED EXPERIMENTAL WEAPON, AND THE COST OF THIS ULTRA-LIGHT MULTI-PURPOSE GUN WAS COMPARABLE TO FIVE 155MM HOWITZERS OF THE SAME TYPE, WHICH WAS THE RANGERS' WEAPON FOR SLAUGHTERING TITANS!

The XM204 automatically adjusts the amplitude to keep the previous strike point in the frame at all times. "Fire!" Simon yelled, the cannon flames swept across the front of the muzzle, and in the sight glass, Ivan the Terrible hissed in pain, staggered and swung his swing, and a small dimple in front of his neck was smashed into a pit. However, the mecha was not human, and it had lost its neck support and hung down in an eerie void.

"Listen to my commands......" Simon held the night vision binoculars, and in his field of vision, the dark green behemoth magnified little by little, Simon was startled and shouted "Run!" Run! Run! Several veterans reacted the fastest, pulling their companions and running out of the artillery fortifications, and in the next second, Ivan the Terrible's iron fist fell.

"Third artillery group, all ......" Captain Ambrose watched as Ivan the Terrible swooped forward, destroying another artillery fortification. Ivan the Terrible was unarmed, relying only on armor and brute force. As for the other armed type "Grand Duke Vladimir". The Captain could imagine the tragic scene.

Ivan the Terrible is a shield, and XM204 is a spear, and the third salvo broke Ivan the Terrible's neck without any suspense, and the tyrant's head fell to the ground with a bang, and the defenders couldn't help but cheer, and the beheaded Ivan the Terrible stood still in place.

Then proceed to smash the next artillery fortification.

The captain snarled with a hideous face: "Dog/!" This bitch commands the center in the chest! The head is a disguise! "Ivan the Terrible's skull didn't even have a spark, it was a complete iron mound, and the neck was just an incision.

The Imperial Engineer is shrewd, knowing that mechs don't need to be anthropomorphized, and that the purpose of setting up a head is to attract firepower. There's even a flickering emblem built in very thoughtfully.

The head landed, and the much lower Ivan the Terrible entered the artillery blind spot, and a pair of giant hands swept the artillery fortifications along the city wall, and the commanders ordered the artillery to withdraw with the artillery, but no matter how light the XM204 was, the weight of three tons was by no means easy to pull away.

In the command post of the fortress, the commander of the paratroopers, Colonel Brown, was in a heavy mood, and he sat back and watched Ivan the Terrible mercilessly slaughter soldiers and destroy fortifications, while he, as the supreme commander of the fortress, was just as helpless and angry.

"Weaken the shield." The colonel said word by word. There was a sudden silence in the command room, and the operational staff officers looked at the commander incredulously. If it weren't for the timely activation of the concentrating cover to block the counterattack of the R Army, the temporary safety would have been maintained. Opening at this time is undoubtedly self-defeating.

The Colonel looked up at the ceiling, as if it were not a cold piece of beech wood, but a starry sky adorned with eagle emblems.

"Reduce the strength of the shield and direct the air strike." Colonel Brown pulled out his nameplate and wrote "Brown, Abt, 106684398, ASOF (Alliance Special Operations Forces), B, Atheist" from top to bottom. ”

The colonel pressed the intercom, he was currently the highest military rank in the area, and as a matter of course, he got the highest authority, and ordered to the other end: "Captain, this is the command headquarters, the shield will be closed in five minutes, I order you to immediately organize personnel to carry shaped explosives to paralyze the enemy mechs and guide our air strikes." ”

Hanging up the comms, the colonel tucked the nameplate back into the collar.

"Pray that the sky belongs to us"

There will be a lot of dog tags that have lost their owners tonight.

But there won't be him.

Captain Ambrose silently ripped off the intercom and threw it on the ground, shattering it with one foot. He shouted to a few soldiers beside him, "You all heard, this is an order to die!" Lao Tzu is the least afraid of death, is there anyone who jumps on the head of that bullshit emperor with Lao Tzu, let the imperial people see, what is the tough guy of the alliance! ”

"Captain, the emperor has no head!" Without hesitation, the soldiers followed the captain out of the fortifications, carrying with them the shaped explosives that had previously blown up the barrels of the ship's guns.

In the distance, Ivan the Terrible clings to the city wall, the shadow almost covers everything around him, the ground is like water waves, Captain Ambrose does not move, scolding: "The head is not important, we are going to kick the emperor's eggs!" ”

The group laughed.

……

The feeling of looking down condescendingly has always been good, especially in Ivan the Terrible, where the neuronal exoskeleton moves with Zhukovsky as Ivan the Terrible moves. It would take many drivers to get such a huge machine to run.

Zhukovsky is responsible for coordinating the balance system of the mecha, which is quite easy to operate when Ivan the Terrible is on foot, once he enters the battlefield and suffers a saturation blow, such as the volley of armor-piercing shells just now, it took Zhukovsky a lot of effort to maintain the balance, and now the mecha has entered the attack state, Zhukovsky must go all out to be competent.

After fending off a salvo of the remaining artillery, the powerful impact forced the mech to tilt, and Zhukovsky quickly made a judgment, mobilizing his left palm to press down on the wall, so as to prevent him from falling.

As for what there is, Zhukovsky does not care.

……

Simon witnessed Captain Ambrose's group being crushed into a pulp, and when Ivan the Terrible raised his palm, it was covered with sloppy flesh, and the living people turned into a pile of meat sauce in an instant.

The captain was killed, but the mission was not over, and Second Lieutenant McNair simply announced in the team's internal communication that the shaped energy shield would be opened immediately, and asked all the soldiers around Ivan the Terrible to approach and detonate it with shaped explosives, so as to paralyze Ivan the Terrible so that the air force could strike accurately.

If the emperor does not die, the soldiers must die.

Nearby, a shaped explosive block with a shell coated with the blood of the Airborne Forces lay quietly, Simon looked at Ivan the Terrible, who was as majestic as a hill, took out the photo necklace at the neckline, opened it and glanced at it.

I wish there was a girl waiting in my hometown.

Simon closed his necklace, threw down his rifle, and ran towards the shaped explosives, and in an instant, a long-forgotten face inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Patrick took the lead and picked up the shaped explosives full of his comrades' flesh and blood, and the kid moved so fast that he appeared next to Ivan the Terrible in the blink of an eye.

"Sergeant." Patrick said in the team's internal communication.

"There's no such thing as a poplar."

Simon pressed the intercom and cursed the stupid boy who suddenly did not hesitate, Patrick glanced back, and disappeared into the shadow of Ivan the Terrible.

"You have a fiancée, and someone is waiting for you."