"Well done! War! ”

The black mecha let out a wild roar and rushed out first.

The speed of the red firebird was not slower than his, and with a shock of its wings, its huge fuselage rushed in another direction.

The gorilla roared in the sky, its huge metal fist thumped twice in the chest, and rushed out.

The sao bag mecha with a silver light twisted his head, moved his wrists and ankles, ignored the opponent who pounced, and looked careless, but the next moment, he suddenly moved.

And it was the first to engage the enemy. The fist is as fast as the wind, directly attacking the front door of the mecha, but halfway through the punch, it suddenly turns upward, draws an arc, bends the elbow and hides it under the armpit, and quickly kicks out, the mecha chest and abdomen that are crossed with both arms crossed to block the front door are directly hit, and are kicked out more than ten meters by the powerful Shen Xiong. If it weren't for the fast flash of the mecha behind him, the two mechs would have collided together.

After the silver mecha kicked the opposite target, it didn't stop for the slightest, the engine behind its feet spewed a strong air current, and the fuselage rushed forward sideways, hitting the chest part of the other one with its shoulder, and the chest protective armor was deflated on the spot into a pit the size of a basin.

This sao bag mech is a scoundrel and extremely slippery. He thought, anyway, there are enemies everywhere around him on the left and right, stretch out his hand, move his legs, and someone can get hit.

These stupid guys, the siege is not fought like this. It is necessary to concentrate all the firepower first, cover the bombing with heavy firepower, and then go up to encircle and annihilate it. Rushing up to melee combat like such a swarm is tantamount to giving up the superior strength and using one's own shortcomings to scare the opponent's strengths. If you don't abuse you brainless goods, isn't the name of this young master's free knight in vain?

The gorilla's style of play, and the Saobao mecha are obviously two extremes, with the thick heavy defensive armor of the body, the reckless bull generally rushed directly into the enemy formation, and the opponent face to face hard shock, do not dodge, and the direct attack is extremely brave. He was hit by more than ten punches on his body, but his body did not take half a step back, he rushed forward with a hard head, he hit the target with a punch and a kick, and the opponent usually took a long time to slow down, and he would drop ten times with one force. The competition is not only about the mecha's defensive performance and driving force, but also about the pilot's courage, courage and indomitable will.

Firebird has a distinctly female fighting style, which is extremely observable, with smooth movements and beautiful looks. But beneath this beauty, there is a cold chill hidden. She will deliberately show weakness to the enemy, do not counterattack after being attacked, and use excellent operation skills to dodge, defend, and control the rhythm of the battle, so that the opponent unconsciously follows her rhythm. Although he was besieged by many people, he was still able to do it with ease.

The fat man's style of play is very clear, grab one and beat him hard, and directly cripple him. But this extreme style of play is too crazy and too arrogant. It is true that it can cause great psychological pressure on the opponent, but it is also easy to provoke public anger. It is equivalent to walking a tightrope, and if you are not careful, it will easily cause a group attack. It is a great test for the driver's operation level.

The battle distance between the four was stretched far, forming four combat areas. The fight was very fierce and hot.

The various damage values on the recording display scroll very quickly.

……

Four against forty!

The players on the playground who were eliminated early couldn't help but be enthusiastic. His eyes were blazing and his face was red. Subconsciously clenched his fists, and his body trembled slightly.

They are also warriors, eager to fight, and although they don't have a chance today, the enthusiasm for fighting in their hearts is still there, and it has not subsided.

And they are now generally one-sided in favor of the black mechs, and they win.

Even if there are their own team members on the other side, they still support the fat man's side.

It's not that their position is problematic, but that people have a general psychology of sympathy for the vulnerable.

In psychology, this is called empathy, empathy.

Moreover, examples of defeating the strong with the weak are usually common in textbooks, and there are also real-life battlefield examples, but they are rare.

Without putting themselves in their shoes, without personal experience, they can only simulate in their minds what it is like to be surrounded by an army and then run over with their backhands. Lack of realism. There is touching, but not profound.

It's a different situation right now, it's happening right in front of their eyes, right around them.

They hope for a miracle.

In this battle, if these four mechs can defeat forty mechs head-on, the prestige of the base will definitely reach its peak.

In a short period of time, no one can surpass them. Unless they can create a stronger and more impressive record than them.

"Come on! Kill them! ”

A young warrior with a blushing face and a thick neck waving his fists to cheer. His expression was extremely excited. Someone next to him grabbed him and asked, "Brother, who are you cheering for?" ”

The young fighter rightly said: "Of course it's the red-black combination. ”

This one is confused, "red and black combination ......"

But when he saw the two mechs, one red and one black, crisscrossing the mecha group, he understood. He grabbed the young soldier who was a little impatient with him and asked, "But aren't there any of your team members on the other side?" Why don't you support your own people, but support your own opponents? ”

"I said, are you annoying? You shouldn't be a soldier, you should be a journalist. ”

"Why?"

"Because you're too curious, and you're too frequent. Listen to the cheers around you, how many of them are not in favor of the red and black group or the foursome? ”

The cheers around him had formed a huge wave that reached into the sky, how could he not hear it? It's just that I don't understand in my heart, and I'm wondering, why did I fall on one side?

The black-faced lieutenant colonel in the monitoring room laughed excitedly, his eyes were shining, and his voice was as loud as a bell, even the guards outside the door could hear it.

"Good! I want it! These four little guys are strong, fierce and brave enough! Four people are forty, and if they can defeat them, the base can consider giving them additional rewards. ”

"It's hard to win! After all, the disparity in numbers is too great. I think the end result should be the same end. However, even so, their results are enough to occupy the top four places on the list. ”

Lin Chuan didn't speak, and kept staring at the big screen. He suddenly turned to the assistant instructors and said, "I have an idea, but it's not feasible for you to help me figure it out." ”

"Commander, you have to make up your own mind, you don't need to ask us...... Guys, oh captain, please. Under Lin Chuan's gaze, the black-faced lieutenant colonel hid behind everyone and didn't dare to look up.

Lin Chuan glared at the brainless guy fiercely, and then said to everyone: "I want to set up an elite group, the number of people, no more, ten is enough......"

"I'm sorry, Captain, let me interrupt, what is the purpose of your establishment of the Elite Regiment?"

"Killer!" Lin Chuan said with sharp eyes: "When the enemy is smug or unexpected, let them play and deal a fatal blow to the enemy!" ”