Bang Bang's brain is broken. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

That was our first reaction at the time.

White-knuckle combat is not only the most difficult tactic, but also the most likely tactic to cause body damage, we generally try to use firearms to solve problems in general battles, and will never draw out melee weapons until extreme situations such as running out of ammunition.

But Bang Bang had already swung the electric axe and rushed out, and this guy rushed fast and hard, and in a matter of seconds, he smashed into the chaotic team of hounds and mechs, and took the lead in slashing the head of a [ancient tower] with an axe.

We had no choice but to rush out and follow closely, the heat from the engine spewing out of the cooling fence and the heat wave pulled by the electric axe mixed together, forming a distorted wave of inflated vision.

My landline is in the worst condition in this group of mechas, although it still looks like a new thing, but when I brought it back to the base for overhaul, I realized that I saw it away, and the newer ones are only armored modules, but the interior is all old goods, even the display is still black and white, the power compartment is rusty everywhere, and the pipelines are in a mess.

Now, my mecha power compartment has a problem again, and the gear can't be hung up, or it can't run at a speed, and it keeps "coughing" like asthma, and it falls far behind the team.

"Grandma, Wenxiu, you don't have to hide behind, I see that you kid is greedy for life and afraid of death." The pervert shouted on the radio, "Look at the people Xiaobei rushing to the front, are you embarrassed?" ”

"Damn, your whole family is afraid of death!"

I was so angry that I puffed my head around but it didn't work, and I was so angry that I slammed on the pedal.

As a result, the engine burst out with amazing power output, driving the [Tsar Scimitar] to rush to the front, almost colliding head-on with a hound's [Tsar Scimitar].

We were both taken aback.

The mechs of the Hound Regiment preemptively raised the 100mm cannon howitzer and fired at me, seeing the muzzle of the black hole coming sideways, my waist suddenly burst out with huge force, driving the mecha to slam into the side, knocking open the barrel of the [Tsar's Machetar], and a cannonball slammed out of the muzzle, hitting me directly at my feet and exploding.

The foot mechanism immediately showed yellow lesions.

The hound's mechmen were in a hurry, and they picked up the barrel of the cannon and smashed it like a stick.

I once asked Brother Gang how to fight in a white-knuckle battle, and Brother Gang simply answered me with two points: first, first, try not to be hit, and second, take it easy, don't stick to the routine, and fight like a dry fight.

I tensed the muscles in my neck and back, coordinated the synchronization rate, and jerked the body to lower my stance, the barrel of the cannon howitzer flew over my head, I picked up the electric axe and slammed it into the chest of the [Tsar's scimitar], the heavy armor plate melted and cracked like cream under the cutting of the electric blade, I pulled the electric axe hard, and a large number of pipe fragments and hydraulic oil squirted out of the wound.

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The feeling of exhilaration, which is truly indescribable.

Several mechs rushed in together, rampage through the hounds' mechs, electric axes harvesting the demented, panicked lives like a storm, and we threw a large number of grenades at the same time, tearing countless holes in their queues.

The torrential rain was even more intense, as if a huge wooden barrel was pouring water down.

The mecha soldiers of the Hound Regiment have not experienced war, although they are brave and aggressive, but at best they are just a group of well-equipped hooligans, and we can't compare, after being attacked fiercely, the mecha soldiers immediately became a mess, and they couldn't figure out how many enemies came, they just fired the machine guns in their hands indiscriminately, only to see fireballs flying everywhere, shattering countless trees, but when they saw the electric axe constantly shattering the armor of the wingman, and the teammates around them kept falling, their mentality immediately collapsed, and they fled in all directions with their bodies.

We followed closely behind, axes and guns, doing our best to annihilate the living force of the Hound Regiment, and only drove the mecha to stop the pursuit when the ammunition we carried was fired into the cordon, and the remaining Mecha of the Hound Regiment was really like a wounded dog, dropping countless guns and ammunition that stood in the way, and fled in confusion.

Lightning fell, illuminating the wreckage-strewn battlefield, along with the six mechs erected on the battlefield, like tombstones for the wreckage.

It's unbelievable to say, we've almost wiped out half of the mecha battalion!

"Check for damage and pack up your ammunition."

Bang Bang ordered, at first we thought he was going to retreat, but then what he said almost choked us to death.

"Prepare to keep fighting."

This time, Bang Bang didn't even have the idea of explaining to us, he looked like love came and went, and he just walked away.

We're just going to have to keep up.

Soon, we were in front of another hound group's sentry base, and at this time, the continuous roar of guns and artillery had put the whole base in a state of nervousness, and when we approached, there was soon a scolding on the radio.

"Damn, why is it so slow, and there are only a few of you with reinforcements."

We didn't bother to talk to him, the pervert shot the unlucky guy with a single shot, we fired a cannon howitzer in a volley, and together we rushed into the base to kill people and set fires, and the base was caught in a sea of fire without any suspense, and only a few survivors escaped.

Just like with the previous outpost base, we quickly gathered useful military supplies and burned the base to the ground with a single fire.

Without hesitation, Bang Bang gave the order to continue the battle, leading us straight to the next stronghold.

It was a crazy night, and we were constantly fighting all night, digging out the strongholds of the Hound Regiment one by one, and then exterminating, digging and exterminating again, like shaving potatoes, and the whole mountainous area near the iron depot was in chaos, with explosive fireballs everywhere, and mechs scurrying everywhere, as if it was a doomsday carnival.

Bang Bang's calculations were extremely accurate, as if he had laid out the base himself.

The barrels of everyone's machine guns were hot, the cooling water was all depleted, the spare barrels had already been used up, the cannon howitzers had to be stopped because of the excessive number of fires, and the reentry machines of several guns had been damaged, and as for the missiles and rockets, I didn't know that they had been exhausted a few hours earlier.

At first, I was still counting the kill figures, but as the battle numbers went up, I had no idea how many enemy planes I had annihilated, how many construction materials I had blown up, and the finger that pulled the electric trigger became sore from the long shooting, and finally even numb, and the fatigue came up like waves, which according to common sense should never be fought again, because in the case of lack of concentration, synchronization coordination will encounter great problems, and even cause danger.

But we are still fighting, close to frantic fighting.

One conviction supports us -- one more enemy is destroyed, and the second echelon will be less troublesome.

The red dots on the electronic map have become less and less dense from the original, and have recently disappeared by nearly a third.

Although there are many personnel in the Hound Regiment, the means of communication of these guys are not only primitive, but also inefficient, and they even rely on wired telephones, as long as the telephone lines are destroyed, a large group of Hound soldiers will become deaf and blind, and the only few radios full of plain language calls are simply real-time broadcasts for us, so that we can always accurately cut into their weakest areas.

"Choke"

I used all my strength to coordinate the robotic arm and grabbed a muddy missile launch box discarded by the enemy plane from the ground.

At this point, I don't have any other weapons in my hands that can shoot.

The sound of the rapid mechanical limb hitting the ground sounded in the pickup, and I didn't have time to think, or even thinking about it made me feel angry, I turned the mechanical arm to equip the missile launch box on my shoulder, and without even locking it, I shot all the remaining bullets out in one breath. The recharge warhead that lost its guidance was fired indiscriminately in the air, and several hounds were frightened and dispersed, only one of the slow ones was blasted off half of the mechanical arm by a missile, and then it was hit directly in the chest by a bullet, and instantly exploded to the ground.

The satyr and Yang Ge's short and urgent crossfire came from both sides, like a target, destroying all the scattered hounds in a matter of seconds, and I noticed that the machine guns in their hands did not know where to lose, and were replaced by two 90mm light submachine guns that I didn't know where to get them.

"Boom"

Several large-caliber shells exploded around us in quick succession, whipping up waves of muddy water and muddy mud that smeared several of our already dirty mechs, splinters scraping against the armor and screaming piercingly.

This is a sentry base of a certain size, presumably used as a liaison station, and it is even equipped with artillery units.

In continuous mechanized combat, I have gradually been able to distinguish the regular artillery model from the sound of shelling, such as this one - the 122mm heavy howitzer!

"Boom"

Suddenly, a ball of fire erupted from the artillery position in the distance, followed by another one, and the two cannons that were still showing off their might just now immediately fell silent, replaced by fierce small-caliber rapid-fire artillery fire, and the artillery of the Hound Regiment fled from the position in embarrassment like lost dogs.

The guns were filled with the figures of Celia and Bang Bang, who pointed their guns at them mercilessly, and with efficient and ruthless fire, they killed all those who had lost their weapons in the blink of an eye.

Forty-three people, confirmed that there will be no living mouths.

I silently wrote down the amount of meat foam on the monitor, and I was a little surprised at my indifference, which now seemed to me to be just a bunch of simple numbers.

"Guys, this should be the seventeenth stronghold, and now that the rain is still falling, this is a rare opportunity, we ........."

Bang Bang said on the radio, and I noticed that his voice was a little hoarse, and it was clear that he was not an iron man, and the side effects of the high-intensity combat still left obvious marks on him.

"We should hurry up and retreat," Celia calmly interjected into the call, "Our mechs have more than ten different degrees of damage, and we can't tell when we can withstand one or two more attacks that will be paralyzed, and now that the rainstorm is over, it will weaken in half an hour, and then we will lose this best barrier." ”

Bang Bang snorted heavily on the radio.

But the current situation is indeed not as Celia said, although our individual combat effectiveness is higher than that of the rabble of the Hound Regiment, but after a long time of fighting, the wear and tear is also quite serious, even Yang Ge, a militant element, is so tired that he rarely speaks, and the situation of the others is even worse. The mechs were filthy and broken, and each one had a mess of non-standard weapons that had been captured out of nowhere, like another bandit army.

To put it simply, the current situation is that people are sleepy.

Bang Bang judged the situation and could only give up reluctantly.

"Let's go, cut the southwest direction!"