Year of the Tiger, the thirteenth day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar.

Appropriate: bathing, catching, netting, hunting.

Don't: burial, funeral.

Good luck today!

Heavy rain and thunder!

In the mecha position, it was quiet and cold.

From time to time, the thunder light illuminated the dark position, and in the rainy night, one after another mecha stood like giants in ancient mythology, suppressing everything with their steel bodies.

At six o'clock in the morning, the wilderness was still in darkness, and perhaps because of the rainy day, the dark clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated or drifted into the distance.

And the heavy rain is still falling.

Ma Ping'an opened his eyes on time and said, "Turn on the lights." ”

A solar ultraviolet lamp suddenly lit up the battle position located a thousand meters in front of the new magic capital, until it reached four thousand meters, and there was no longer any extension of the version.

At this time, there were already sparse radiant beasts here, but they did not attack, just crawled on the ground, staring closely ahead, without making the slightest sound, as if they were preparing to sneak attack.

At the moment when the lights were turned on, all the soldiers on the position had also come to their senses, and the various logistics units began to move forward non-stop.

After three hours of waiting, with the schedule.

Beneath the city walls, a large clearing had been cleared of the original outcasts, where one after another of high-power weapons of destruction had been installed, and cannonballs were piled aside as if they didn't need money, ready to devour the numerous radiant beasts.

In front of the mecha position, the rows of sappers who were originally working on the creeping work put things in their hands, roughly adjusted a pull rope, and immediately ran back, where they had already installed mines.

It's not used against people, it's specially brought by radiation beasts.

Three thousand five hundred mines, it took a full six hours!

On the mecha position, one mech after another began to recharge, sticking out the metal pillar behind them, or half-kneeling and sticking out the barrel, and most mecha divisions took out the food that had been prepared long ago and began to replenish their energy after making these actions.

Some people smoked a cigarette and wiped their faces with water to make themselves more energetic.

The sound of mechanical punk began to sound, thinking that it was a personal hobby of some people, no one cared, as long as it did not affect the battle in wartime, no one would care what others were doing, and it was none of their business to jerk off.

On the soldier's position, the lottery began, the military appearance began to be sorted out, and the suicide note was submitted.

Squad after squad of soldiers stepped out of the soldiers' positions, most carrying simple repair tools or mech-specific ammo boxes.

Because this is a city, there are several major mecha manufacturing bases, and there are a lot of mecha maintenance engineers, and almost no team is equipped with a mecha maintenance master, and no matter how many there are, it seems that there are some mixed personnel.

Most mech repairers don't know much about combat, and in the battlefield of the New Demon Capital, most of the significance of the squad is to protect the mechanics, and then assist the mechs in combat in their spare time.

Ma Ping'an slowly walked out of the command room, boarded the mecha, and began to move forward.

Another squad took shape in an instant, silently following behind Ma Ping'an, a bunch of submunitions were placed in temporary positions, and each battle sequence began to routinely know each other and introduce each other.

But most just say a name, or rather, a code name.

After all, no one can guarantee that the person they met just one second will be alive the next second, after the battle begins.

Ma Ping'an opened the team's internal communication channel and formed a battle sequence with the squad behind him and the other two mechs around.

"Introduce yourself, Pendema, Major General of the Alliance, this group is made up of me, do you two have any opinions?" Ma Ping'an looked at the two mecha mechs beside him through the glass of the mecha cockpit, and said lightly.

There was silence for a moment, and then the voice rang out.

"No comment."

"No comment."

Ma Ping'an thought about it and gave himself a code name: "Call me Candle Dragon." All-performance, high-power, high-kill mecha. ”

The other two immediately replied: "The third child, a cheetah mecha that is known for its speed." ”

"Gold, a ripper with high defense."

Ma Ping'an nodded lightly: "With me as the mainstay, you two as auxiliaries." ”

"Understood, understood." Both of them responded at the same time.

In the communication channel of each battle sequence, the real pre-battle preparations began like a horse Ping'an, and most of them still belonged to each person's combat field and method, as well as a rough introduction to the mecha he piloted, so as to give his companions a psychological preparation and combat power estimate, so as to better cooperate.

Occasionally, there are some strange chats that don't end, and most people just think of them as a relief from boredom, always quiet, and weird and scary.

Half an hour later, the number of radiatbeasts began to increase dramatically, but they still did not attack.

Ma Ping'an still did not give the order to fire, no matter what he was facing, whoever couldn't stand it first, who made the first move, and who lost in terms of momentum, this biological instinct, whether the type wanted to be the same or not, but it was still universal.

Ma Ping'an glanced at the number analyzed by the command and what to do next, and shook his head, it was still the same old-fashioned, without any new ideas.

After pondering for a while, Ma Ping'an found that he didn't have any good ideas in the face of a large number of radiation beasts, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly, opened the warrior's communication channel, and gave instructions.

"Rear shelling preparations, reloading begins, waiting for further instructions."

"All battle sequences begin to prepare for battle, waiting for further instructions."

On the rear position, all high-power weapons of destruction began to be reloaded immediately after the order was given, and at the same time, on the mecha position, all the gun muzzles also changed from 45 degrees upwards to level.

In the front row, all the mechs are in a half-kneeling position to leave enough space for the rear mechs to fire, while the rear, still at a 45 elevation angle upwards, ready to shoot on the parabolic principle.

The smell of gunpowder began to permeate the position through the barrel.

On the soldiers' position, someone began to fold their hands and began to pray that the radiants would not rush into the position.

There are also mecha on the position, but compared to the mecha position in the real sense, the number is a little scarce, there is a mecha every fifty meters, and most of the mecha divisions in it are not elite, they can only be regarded as recruits.

However, compared to using their flesh to block the radiant beasts that break into the position, the cold steel is still very effective, but the operation of the mecha master inside it will be a little more dish.

The radiant beasts began to surge, and the howls began to sound.

The radiant beasts at the front of the herd clung to the ground on all fours, ready to sprint forward at any moment.

Countless Radiant Beasts gathered here from all directions, and a huge army of Radiant Beasts was born.