A few kilometers is only a short distance for a mech running at full strength, and the forty-meter-high fortress is not an insurmountable moat, especially when the Imperial Blizzard mecha is in avalanche. When the ancient knights launched a charge, it made people feel like they were devastating, not to mention the mecha warriors of the post-industrial era?

Fire and blood, associated with steel.

"Free fire!" In the team's internal communication, Simon shouted that the fortress was suddenly woven into a network of firepower, and no one would skimp on the bullets in the magazine, whether it was the 4.7mm caseless bullet of the M47 so dense that it was impossible to hear the coherent sound of gunfire, or the sonorous point 50 of the M6 Beowulf rifle, they were all made for killing.

Simon held the rifle, through the scope, countless snow-white mecha in the field of vision turned into red and green, the system automatically corrected the muzzle pointing, Simon quietly pulled the trigger, "Ping Pong Ping Pong!" A long burst of shots slammed into the locked Imperial mech. Before the kill was confirmed, a battlefield drone crashed into it.

"Boom" exploded, and the suicide drone carrying RDX high-energy explosives created a hole of tens of meters, just a stunned effort, and the follow-up Imperial Army soldiers filled the gap in the blink of an eye, and there was no gap at all.

The 50 bullets were concentrated on the weakest helmet joint of the Blizzard mech, and only a series of sparks could jump out. The drones that survived the EMP shelling turned into suicide mode, and small mushroom clouds exploded one after another, trying to withstand the avalanche wave.

The deafening cannon exploded one after another, and the members of the XM204 gun crew did not have time to wait for it to cool down, the muzzle of the gun burned red, and the cold air distorted slightly, once the rate of fire began to explode, everyone except the gunner became a loader, and the communication channel was full of howling for shells. Even so, the avalanche still crossed the barrage and blockade, and the first Blizzard mech touched the fortress walls.

The vertical walls were soon filled with people, and the heavy Blizzard mechs stretched out their hooks and crawled slowly but surely to the other end, and every time an Allied soldier leaned out and opened fire, what awaited them was the rotating cannon that had been warmed up.

The city wall was just a death trap, and more defenders threw smart grenades, drawing a ninety-degree drop grenade to blast the Blizzard mecha man on his back. Support drones coming through the clouds stretched out their cannons and fired hundreds of cannon fodder at the vanguard clinging to the walls.

The first Blizzard mech ascended the fortress.

A Ranger looked at the helmet that emerged from under the battlement, and without thinking about it, he picked up the butt of his rifle and smashed it hard, but such a small force was not even enough to shake the unstable mech. The other party directly dragged the reckless ranger over, and a moment later, a corpse with its head screwed off fell into the surging crowd under the fortress.

"Close combat! Close combat! "Captain Ambrose's words in the communication channel are very anxious, the speed at which the Blizzard mech climbed the fortress is beyond expectations, not a breakthrough, but a breakthrough on the whole line!

Simon ran out of magazines, and the loader sent new ones, and out of the corner of his eye, Simon caught a glimpse of the gap in the wall wall, and hurriedly shouted: "Philip, step!" Feet! ”

It was too late, a snow-white mecha palm quietly grasped the Ranger's ankle, and with Philip's howl, his calf was crushed alive, and the next second, a mechanical monster appeared on the city wall.

"No!" Patrick watched in horror as the Blizzard mech lifted its foot, stomped on Philip's chest, and stomped his head in pieces.

Blood instantly rushed to the recruit's head, and with a slam of the trigger, a string of tongues of fire spat out a whole magazine of bullets, and the Blizzard mech with bloody feet walked step by step as if he were blind. When Simon turned his head, he could even see the eyes behind the mecha helmet full of coldness and bloodlust.

"Click, click, click." Pulling the trigger, but the muzzle of the gun stood still, Patrick didn't even notice the "Get down!" ringing over and over again in his ears. Get down! The huge Blizzard mecha casts an extremely deep shadow, not only to knock people out of the bones, but also to let go of the soul.

"Fault, fault!" Until the shadow completely covered Patrick, the dazed recruit subconsciously raised his rifle and stared at the Blizzard mech. Simon's steel-blue eyes welled up with stern determination.

The recoilless cannon rotates and is aimed at the Blizzard mech.

The burning flames filled his eyes, and Patrick felt as light as a feather for a moment, as if heaven had suddenly opened the door for him, and he flew up into the sky and was trampled into the dirt.

"Get down ......"

"Patrick!"

"Get up, bastard!"

The roar from far to near pulled Patrick back to reality, and in front of him, several figures with orange fireworks rushed towards him, shaking his head, his nose and throat were so sore that he was about to drown as he pulled off the visor, blood gushed out, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was another sharp pain in his neck.

"Idiot! Wake up! The quick-acting first aid shot instantly forced Patrick to his senses, realizing that he was being dragged by someone with an armed belt, and the Blizzard mech turned into a pile of scrap metal that blew off and exploded. It was Simon who snatched himself back from the Grim Reaper, and Simon dragged Patrick along with him as he quickly programmed the exoskeleton cannon.

THE SHELLING EXOSKELETON HUNG DOWN THE "GUSTAV" RECOILLESS GUN, LOADED, CLOSED, IGNITED, AND THE 84MM SHELL PIERCED THROUGH THE SMOKE OF GUNPOWDER, TURNING ANOTHER BLIZZARD MECHA ON HIS BACK.

A few T51 mecha parachutes with no weapon mounts jumped out of the oblique spurs, and with the help of multiple recoilless cannons to accurately suppress them, the small T51 relied on more wild power, but it was also on par with the Blizzard mechas, desperately protecting the artillery position from being invaded.

"Let's go!" Simon shouted. "Keep the artillery!" The assembled team members supported Patrick, staggering and dragging their guns, and in the afterglow of the goggles, a T51 mech was entangled by a group of Blizzard mechs, Simon couldn't tell whether it was the screams of soldiers or the screams of cannonballs, and after the dazzling flash, the T51 was completely submerged in the blizzard.

Where can the artillery position care about anything else at this time, seeing the Imperial Army mecha boarding the fortress. The commander yelled "Turn!" Veer! Straighten the line! Flat shot! ”

The artillerymen pointed the XM204 directly at the baseline of the city wall, and a little blue light suddenly appeared in their field of vision, and the siren called "drip-drip", Simon's heart suddenly tightened, and his feet stopped, tripping everyone around him.

Heavy shells flew past the tips of the people's heads, turning the top of the city wall into a sea of fire, and there was no sense of rejoicing in the passing of death, and the whole fortress trembled like waves as the earthquake points became more and more dense.

A layer of thick blue light "buzzed" to the outer layer of the ship's gun fortress, and all the long-range firepower of the Imperial Army was blocked by the energy shield, Simon gasped heavily, looked around the bunker fortifications, and there were only a few familiar ones left, took out the drum from the equipment, and said: "People can't go head-to-head with mechas!" ”

"Bring it!" Seeing that Patrick hadn't dealt with the malfunctioning rifle for a long time, Simon snatched it angrily and glared at the recruits, the longer the war was fought, the younger and faster the reinforcements were sent.

Simon expertly disassembled the rifle briefly and threw a jamming bullet. The electronic intrusion team appears to have completely captured the fortress defenses, albeit a little late, but the shaped shield was successful. Maybe the second half of the night won't be very difficult.

"Come with me, assemble the team. We need to be empathetic to nearby enemies. Simon shook his feet and staggered out of the artillery fortifications.

The small nuclear power plant buried deep under the fortress is outputting powerful kilowatt power, and in some physical way that is a headache to hear, it has become a substantial wall of energy. The thick blue band of light blocked the Imperial army's firepower outside the fortress, and also severely interfered with battlefield communications.

Many Blizzard mechs were stuck in the Shaped Shield, and the Empire's vaunted machines didn't last long before their own nuclear power spread. It was quickly melted by the sheer energy and reduced to a puddle of sludge.

IN THE ISOLATION COVER, THE BLIZZARD MECHA SUDDENLY BECAME A MINORITY, AND THE T51 MECHA THAT WAS PREVIOUSLY DROPPED BY THE AIR SMELLED FULL OF REVENGE, AND FROM TIME TO TIME, XM204 WAS NAMED ONE BY ONE, AND IT WAS HIT BY A 155MM ARMOR-PIERCING BULLET, AND IT WAS LUCKY TO RETURN TO THE STATE OF PARTS.

Simon looked at his watch, "One thirty-four." He said silently, still a long time before dawn. The team followed the team logo to find several friendly troops crushed under the rubble.

"Three, two, one!" Simon and Patrick each grabbed one end of the armored prefabricated plate, squeezed out the strength to feed, overturned the prefabricated plate, and the medical soldiers who arrived felt for the first aid injection and gave a dose to the few people who had fainted.

As soon as the Hertford kid stood firm, a strange shy expression appeared in the visor, and behind him, an extremely bright light burst out from somewhere in the gathering mask, and the peak beauty of the supernova explosion appeared in the eyes of every airborne ranger.

In the center of the brilliance, a corroded steel primary color suddenly stretched out, jumping out of the miscellaneous wires, embedded diesel engine spewed out hoarse smoke.

Fist.

When people realize that they are going to die, they will shout out a sound that they can't even bear, and the pitch-black and huge iron fist goes straight through the gathering shield, and the artillery fortifications can only be crumbling Lego bricks under the fist of Ivan the Terrible. Sporadic explosions like corn flowers drowned out the wails of dozens of people before they died.

"Stand firm!" Someone shouted loudly, there was not a single person on the city wall who could stand, and Ivan the Terrible's merciless fist was more violent and solid than any weapon.

The Gathering Cover even stopped the tremors of Ivan the Terrible's advance, and when the giant mechs really stood outside the city walls, even the Rangers' hearts were tempered to be fearless, and in front of the largest machine in the history of mankind, humans themselves were no more noble than ants.

The only difference between the ablated iron falling in large pieces, Simon saw with his own eyes that the iron juice devoured a living person, like amber sealing an insect, the only difference between the two was that after 10,000 years, amber was still worth a fortune, and the molten iron was nameless.

The forty-tall mecha giant emitted poisonous black smoke. Passing through the concentrating barrier, Ivan the Terrible is unrecognizable, it is a melting wax figure, and every stiff footprint is reshaping the authority of the night.

There is no dawn.