At this time, at the transfer station, more than 100 space door generators were lined up against the wall, and in front of each unfolded space door, there was a team of five XDZ-1 power armors, and behind these power armors, there were hundreds of soldiers of the Eighth Route Army holding Type 56 submachine guns and clip grenades in their waists.

These hard-working fighters are embracing a new concept, "Don't skimp on the ammunition in your hands, empty every magazine in your hands!" There is resistance around the corner, throw a grenade! There is resistance in the room, throw grenades! When you meet a machine-gun position, use a bazooka! When you meet a bunker, use a bazooka! Meet a tank, or with a bazooka! Do you see the five comrades in front of you? Remember! If there are difficult bones to gnaw, report them and wait for volunteers, don't easily lose your precious life! Okay, now for the last test, turn on the radio communicator! ”

Wang Dahu counted the grenades on his body again, and quietly poked Zhang Ergou beside him, "I'll be obedient, there are twenty grenades on each of us, that is, that's ......" Wang Dahu snapped his fingers and fell into a confused calculation.

Liu Shusheng, who was standing behind Wang Dahu, pouted, "Don't break your fingers, at least there are more than 10,000!" ”

While speaking, Liu Shusheng touched the 40 fire behind him with a beautiful touch, this thing is amazing, with a whoosh, he can knock out the tank, this kind of sharp weapon is handed over to his surname Liu, this is the organization's trust in him!

Wang Dahu was choked by Liu Shusheng, and he didn't dare to turn his head at this time, so he had to grind his teeth, clench the submachine gun in his hand, and mutter, "Stinky scholar, you wait for me." ”

But there was some sadness in his heart, "If there was such a good thing back then, would Erhu have survived?" ”

Not only the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army present were in a somewhat complicated mood, but so was Chen Changming.

For this operation, Long Ying took out 500 XDZ-1 power armors in one go, and the Eighth Route Army pressed all the teams that could be pulled out in one go.

In addition to the tens of thousands of soldiers who followed the power armor to raid various cities, there were many more soldiers lined up in a neat formation, standing behind the endless sea of tanks, waiting for the sunset plan to begin.

The commander-in-chief of the Eighth Route Army, who was in charge of the plan, smiled and patted Chen Changming's shoulder, "I'm very curious about the way you fight, you, the commander, you have to let me open my eyes!" ”

Chen Changming shrugged his shoulders, a little helpless, "At this time when the war has developed to us, there is no so-called command art, you can see it when you look down." ”

"When you say that, I'm even more curious." With that, he walked to the side and sat down, waiting for the sunset plan to begin.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the comrades lurking in various cities received a message that "all targets have appeared, and plans can begin." ”

"Good!" Chen Changming pressed the headset, and the passionate voice echoed over the transfer station, "The action begins!" Let's annihilate the Kwantung Army and recover the Northeast! ”

"Reclaim the Northeast! Reclaim the Northeast! "In the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains, the second phase of the Sunset Plan, the Northeast Campaign began.

In Shenyang, where Chen Changming left, the local comrades looked at the corpses of the Japanese soldiers lying on the ground, covered their heads with headaches, and were about to open their mouths to persuade Z-102, when they suddenly heard Chen Changming's voice coming from the originally silent communicator, "...... Reclaim the Northeast! ”

The warriors who ran out of the space door quickly glanced at the corpses everywhere in surprise and rushed out in stride.

Z-102 closed his armored helmet and patted the comrade on the shoulder, "Don't die, when you take the Northeast, I'll ask you for a drink!" ”

The comrade laughed and lifted the Type 56 submachine gun from the table, "Good! Remember my name, my name is Yang Zirong! ”

Z-102 froze for a moment, looked at the figure that disappeared outside the door, and scratched his head, "My mother-in-law is here, if the old man knows that I am going to invite him to worship his brother Yang Zirong for a drink, will he beat me?" ”

"Whatever! Let's talk about it after drinking! With a strange laugh, Z-102 smashed directly into the window and jumped out.

Under the well-armored buffer mechanism of the XDZ-1, the Z-102 fell heavily to the ground, looked at the Kwantung Army headquarters in front of him, and shouted loudly with a loudspeaker, "Robbery!" ”

The soldiers of the Kwantung Army guarding the gate were furious, and they opened fire at the same time, so that this unashamed strange man would know what the glory of the imperial kingdom was.

Unfortunately, there was no other use than a dense spark bursting out of the solid armor of the XDZ-1.

Z-102 clutched the red five-star scratched by the bullet on his chest in distress, and raised his hand to blast it out.

Different from the simple enlarged shotgun in the foggy world before, Wang Deli specially designed a complete set of exclusive weapons for the XDZ-1, coupled with a special large-caliber steel-core armor-piercing warhead, officially named the DZ-17 shotgun.

I saw that the DZ-17 in the hands of Z-102 spewed flames, and the sub-mother blasting shell developed for unarmored targets exploded above the heads of the Japanese soldiers, exploding a death radius of ten meters.

The entire headquarters was instantly quiet, and an officer of the Kwantung Army who had just approached the gate of the headquarters looked at this scene in amazement, and the briefcase under his arm fell to the ground with a click.

The voice woke up the Kwantung Army officer, only to see him look at the Z-102 in armor in horror, and rushed back to the headquarters with a crawl, "Enemy attack!" ”

Z-102 said in the communicator, "The clearance is complete, and we are about to enter the Kwantung Army headquarters." ”

"Roger, we're behind you."

More than 50 soldiers of the Eighth Route Army followed Z-102 and rushed into the Kwantung Army headquarters like wolves, with the battle order echoing in their minds, "All those who resist the Japanese army, regardless of military rank, will be killed!" ”

Kenkichi Ueda picked up the phone, "Hey! I'm Kenkichi Ueda! Get your men to come and suppress the rebellion now! What the? Do you have that over there? Feed? Feed? Feed? ”

"Hey, hello." A calm voice, greeting with a smile in Chinese.

"What are you! What's wrong with Section Chief Oda! Listening to the slightly stiff Chinese coming from the other side of the microphone, Z-101 kicked the dead body at his feet, "He resisted with a knife and was accidentally kicked to death by me." ”

"Bastard! Bastard! I'll kill you! Listening to a barrage of Japanese babble on the other side, Z-101 responded with a playful smile, "I'll wait." ”

Kenkichi Ueda looked at Hideki Tojo, the chief of staff sitting opposite, shook his head in distraction, and dropped the phone.

Listening to the gunshots getting closer and closer in his ears, Kenkichi Ueda took out his saber and smiled bitterly, "Tojo-kun, please witness for me." ”

"Z-102, attention! The commander of the Kwantung Army, Kenkichi Ueda, is going to commit suicide! The drone pilot, who was monitoring Kenkichi Ueda, was anxiously connected to the Z-102.

Z-102, which was cooperating with the attack of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, listened to the slightly anxious voice in the communicator, and was also anxious.

"Be careful! I'm going to catch Kenkichi Ueda! After Z-102 finished speaking, the XDZ-1 power armor was at full power, and an acceleration booster slammed into the wall.

The sound of "dong dong dong" was connected, and Wang Dahu smacked his lips, a little envious, "It's really violent." ”

Ueda Kenkichi knelt on the ground, wrapped a white cloth around his waist, picked up a handkerchief and bit it in his mouth, and was about to swing his knife.

Z-102 crashed through the wall with an acceleration, smirking and throwing out an electromagnetic paralysis net, "Witness your motherfuck!" ”