Just as Hagrid and Tokuda were communicating, the war against Sequoia Fortress began. The legions of the Stormkeeper www.biquge.info and the Bailey Foundation are frantically encroaching on the redwoods' fronts, and strategic heights are being uprooted at every turn.

Artillery fire roared from the positions on all sides, gunsmoke rose everywhere, and wailing and screaming continued one after another. Every time a round of shells fell, several people were blown up into the air, turning into pieces of flesh and a rain of blood. From time to time, Transformer and Power-Armored Warriors swept from above, whipping up gusts of wind that brought death and destruction into the battlefield.

The forces of both sides, especially the New Rain Legion in Storm Fortress, are not at all on the same level as the Redwood Guards. The former is the private army of the nobles of the thirteenth silver city territory, a real regular army, with perfect military training and command system; The latter is just a private army of small and medium-sized group companies, the nature of a mercenary group, and the personnel are recruited from all over the country, lacking sufficient centripetal force. In front of a well-equipped regular army, it's like paper.

At the beginning of the battle, the New Rain Legion swept away the southwestern front of the Redwood Guards with a devastating force.

At this time, in the command center of the Sequoia Fortress, Yevgeny was frowning, pacing back and forth in front of the simulated sand table.

"Doodoo ......"

The communications computer connected to Sequoia's headquarters was busy again, and his brow couldn't help but furrow even deeper. At this juncture, they lost contact with the headquarters.

He kept thinking about the source of this calamity. Even if Valery escapes, there is not enough evidence. What's more, with the size and background of Sequoia, it is impossible for Notre Dame to attack them for the sake of a peripheral member. At most, it is to make them lose some money, not to start a war.

At this point, he and Tokuda Daichi had already prepared for the worst. But now, it has far exceeded their expectations.

Looking at the green dots of light on the simulated sand table that were gradually eaten away by red dots of light, he couldn't help but think of the situation that day. On the third day after the feast of the gods, a spy suddenly reported that Valeria had just finished inspecting the mining area, and on a whim wanted to hunt frogs, so she left the human-controlled area with a few guards.

After getting the news, he immediately contacted Tokuda Daichi, and then led three teams of reformed people to the intelligence location.

He has always coveted Valeria's beauty, tall, plump, mature, but this woman is too arrogant. not only ignored him, but even occasionally said a word, he raised his head and looked high. Looking at his gaze was like looking at a dirt dog, which really made him angry with hatred. He secretly vowed that one day he would capture her back, so that she could not survive or die. He knelt on the ground and pleaded, begging for mercy and forgiveness like a sinner.

As long as it is out of the area of human control, it is a zone with no satellite signal and no legal supervision. Whatever happens, it's hard to hold accountable. Things went surprisingly well, and he quickly found Valerya's location. Surrounded from the air, killed several of her followers, and captured her. Remembering Valerya's desperate look at the time, he was excited. And afterwards, he was also greatly satisfied, allowing her to taste the skills handed down from the Dark Ages, she was like a living soul wandering in hell, her cry was poignant and moving, and it was refreshing. It's a pity that halfway through the game, it was interrupted by a sneak attacker.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a possibility, and immediately picked up the walkie-talkie, wanting to ask the previous spy how he found out Valeria's whereabouts.

However, news soon came from the intelligence services that the spy was missing. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and hurried to the medical center and rummaged around in the operating room. After a while, three sets of covert cameras were discovered.

"It's over......" He shook his body and leaned back on the operating table. It was a trap that had been planned for a long time, but he unknowingly fell into it. Bribe his subordinates, investigate his hobbies, arrange a bitter show, and finally get the entire Sequoia Company into it.

If he guessed correctly, the headquarters was now paralyzed. There is no organization in this world other than the temple that can fight against the mad women.

"No...... No way...... The Hurricane Temple has our shares, and the Hove family has ......," Yevgeny muttered to himself. But he knew very well in his heart that as long as the Hurricane Temple and the Hove family got enough benefits, they would throw them into the trash can like a rag.

Like Ciris Investment Co., Ltd. and many group companies, the temple forces and territorial aristocratic forces behind Sequoia Company are only investors. The latter provides macro protection and part of the capital, while the former operates and obtains profits.

To put it bluntly, the company belongs to the operator, and the company's property is jointly owned. Although the investor does not have actual control over the company, it also means that the operator can be abandoned and reshuffled if necessary.

Except, of course, for large group companies. They have strong capital and a solid foundation, which can usually affect the operation of the entire Silver City world, and the internal interests are intertwined, and it is very difficult to reshuffle the cards. Just like the previous Northern Heavy Industries, the split took several years and consumed a lot of capital. No one wants to touch them unless it is absolutely necessary.

And the existence of Sequoia is like a chestnut on a tree, which will "plop" when it falls into the water, causing a layer of light waves, but that's it.

Two hours later, the coalition forces broke the Redwood Guard's defenses and seized all the strategic heights around the fortress. Symbolically firing a few shots inward, far away in the Thirteenth Silver City Prayer Rain Temple, Mu Yuqinxin, the supreme commander of the New Rain Legion, sent an ultimatum to Yevgeny.

"Surrender, or die." Mu Yuqin faced the screen and said lightly.

Looking at the other party's casual expression, Yevgeny trembled with hatred, and there was another object in the list in his heart that had to be ravaged. However, this woman is far beyond his strength, if he still has it......

"I'm requesting a Commander Immunity." Yevgeny gradually calmed down and said. Maybe the Sequoia headquarters has only lost contact temporarily, and it is better to preserve its strength than to fight to the death. If the headquarters is still there, it is at least a bargaining chip.

"Hmm." Mu Yuqin nodded dryly.

Moments later, the gates of the Sequoia fortress were opened, and the coalition forces swarmed in, quickly taking control of the fortress and capturing Yevgeny.

"Your commander has promised me immunity, and you have no right to imprison me!" Yevgeny was handcuffed and shouted excitedly.

"Hehe~" Thelma walked over, chuckled, and asked, "Did she explicitly promise you?" ”

"You...... You guys! Yevgeny thought about it carefully, and his face "brushed", and it turned white.

"Valeria has commanded, you two must be captured alive." Thelma said with a smile, her eyes glinting with an indescribable meaning.

", you stinky!" Yevgeny screamed uncontrollably, struggled desperately, and kicked Selma with his legs indiscriminately. A Xinyu Marine behind him immediately stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with the butt of a rifle.

Fifty minutes later, the coalition forces regrouped and marched into the theater of operations at the Pingye Fortress.

When the troops were in place, Iron Slag drove the tarantula and led the light mecha team of the Tiger Regiment into the battlefield.

Under the cover of the large army, the tarantula of No. 8 was invincible, like a grim reaper wandering on the Gobi Desert, frantically harvesting life. rockets and small heat-seeking missiles, all intercepted; Burst shells, armor-piercing shells, all dodge.

More than a dozen Wolf and Flamingo followed him not far away, as if they had gained an invisible barrier, most of the fire was diverted, and they were only responsible for pouring bullets and missiles out/out.

"Dada......"

Bullets rained down on the strategic heights of the Plains Fortress, sweeping rows of Marines to pieces.

A 15-millimeter warhead can directly open a basin-sized hole in a human chest. As soon as a Marine on the ground raised his head, half of his face was cut off, and his teeth and flesh were shattered. The eyeballs hung on the skinless face, hideous and terrifying, like a zombie in a movie.

"Ahhh After a moment of silence, a heart-rending scream erupted in his throat, and he ran around like crazy with his hands outstretched, before being stopped by a bullet. Half of the body lay on the ground twitching, broken organs scattered around.

War has always been cruel, especially between humans and humans, and it is even more bloody.

"Kill!"

At the other end of the battlefield, the iron slag roared under his breath, pushing the throttle to the extreme. In the blink of an eye, he rushed into the mecha position, pulled the joystick, spewed out crimson flames, jumped up, jumped onto the roof of a thunderbolt-like cabin, and the muzzle of the gun was against the cockpit, and bombarded it with one shot!

There was a muffled "bang", and a hole with a large bowl mouth appeared in the cockpit, and a trace of green smoke was emitting. A frightened shout came from inside, and the driver had been knocked off half of his thigh, blood was flying everywhere, lightning crackled, and a large number of sparks flew everywhere.

On the battlefield, either you die or I live, and you can't think about it. The iron slag turned the muzzle of the gun, and two depleted uranium armor-piercing shells bombarded the front and rear two thunder-fire cockpits.

"Bang bang!"

In the dull sound of the cannon, the iron slag suddenly sensed something, and turned his head to look, only to see that in the screen on the side, a thunderbolt-type cannon was aimed at him, and he didn't care about the distance being too short, as if he wanted to die together.

At this time, only one cannon was left with a shell, and it was a burst warhead, and the remaining three were being loaded.

Iron Slag immediately made a decision and fired the remaining shell into the thunderbolt muzzle.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the entire artillery mount of the thunder fire type was lifted away, and the tarantula next to it was also affected and rolled out.

In the earth-shaking rotation, the iron slag six knots burst out and pierced into all parts of the cockpit. While stabilizing his body, he pulled the joystick hard and made a circle, and the two mechanical legs of the tarantula propped back at the same time, stabilizing the body.

Iron slag has two hands and six legs, two more than tarantulas, and can naturally be manipulated with ease and handy.

"Zizi Zi ......"

With the sound of light machinery, the tarantula turned its body, fell back to the ground, followed by the tail spewing flames, jumped on a nearby thunderbolt-type gun mount, and fired another shot at the cockpit!