The Republic of Fiyan is still a peaceful scene.

In every city of this superpower, people follow the trajectory of life and live in peace.

In the forest parks that can be seen everywhere in the city, the old people are walking, breathing in the cool and fresh air, and enjoying the picturesque forest scenery of red, yellow and green. When you are tired, you sit on a bench on the verdant and flat grass.

On the road where the rain has just fallen in the community, the young mother pushes a stroller, and on the handlebar, hanging the daily necessities she just bought from the supermarket, meets an acquaintance, and stops to say hello with a smile and chat. Teenagers from school passed by in groups, joking and waving to each other.

On the streets, flying cars roared by, some luxurious, some ordinary, planted with people of different identities shuttling back and forth. In the shopping mall, there is a flood of people, and all kinds of newly listed products are dazzling. On the huge virtual screen of the Square Garden, the concerts of the most popular bands are played. Some of the traveling tourists are busy taking pictures at every meaningful place, smiling, and freezing the time.

War, to the people of this country, seems to be an unrelated thing. As citizens of the most powerful country in the world, they are not at all worried. With the strength of Feiyan and the scheming Hastings, what else in this world could pose a threat to their lives?

Except in the Karlston Galaxy, where the powerful and invincible fleet of the Republic is facing off against the Binarte Empire, there is nothing remarkable about the wars in the rest of the world.

The people of Feiyang are proud by nature. In the entire human society, only the Binartes can make them look at it. Other nations have been the leaders of their country for hundreds of years.

Co-opt or suppress. Just look at Fei Yangdi's mood. All over the universe, there are governments supported by Feiyang. They are obedient to all requests from Feiyang. With a Feiyang passport, you can go anywhere you want and receive absolute courtesy and care. The Feiyang fleet, which crisscrosses the universe, has a strong economy and national strength, so that every citizen believes that this country is indestructible. Past, present, and future. This country will always be the leader of this world.

A large convoy drove on the highway in the capital land of Feiyang.

On both sides of the highway, there are two red lines that extend the mark, which are the signs of a dedicated highway, and no vehicle is allowed to enter this highway without special permission.

The one that opened the way at the front of the convoy. It's twenty high-flying motorcycles. Nearly three meters long and one and a half meters high, the streamlined shell is equipped with a flat hover, and it is driven by twenty soldiers in straight cavalry uniforms, with almost identical height and size.

Behind the Trailblazer are ten identical luxury bulletproof flying cars. Front and back, left and right. There are also dozens of armed mechs guarding them. The front of each flying car. Both were planted with two flags, one being the tricolor republican flag of the Republic of Fiyan. On the other hand, there is the two-headed griffon flag representing the Feiyang military.

Hastings sat in the spacious carriage, frowning intently as he looked out the window at the towering space city in the distance, left behind by the convoy.

Douglas sat across from Hastings without squinting, keeping the car silent.

In his hand, he held a document that had just been transmitted from the on-board cryptographic communicator. The document is a detailed information from the 1st Expeditionary Force in the southeast of the central star field of Lelei, which is currently stationed in Lelei, and has detailed information on the situation in Lelei. And Hastings after reading this information. It's been a long time since I spoke.

After the end of the Battle of Mozic. Douglas was transferred back to the capital city of Heidfield by the War Department and promoted to lieutenant general. He is currently the Deputy Chief of Army Staff of the Headquarters of the United Forces of the United Coalition of the Philippines. With his age of less than thirty years old, he has risen all the way to this point, and Fei Yang, who has emerged in an endless stream of genius generals, can be regarded as a big outlier.

Douglas knew that his promotion was largely due to the final victory in the Battle of Mozic.

With Fisichella leading the fleet away and the six Phayan Panzer Divisions being used as decoys, they also routed Stephen's Army, swept through Gacuo, returned to capture Tanville, and forced Reinhardt and De Syk to take away the Army. Such a record is enough to make any jealous person keep his mouth shut. Army colleagues, classmates of the Heidfeld Military Academy, with envious eyes, and celebration banquets, replayed in their minds like movies. Douglas didn't know how he got through those days. In the eyes of others, he has become one of the famous generals of Feiyang, and he is already an undisputed leader among young generals. However, only he knew that if it wasn't for that fat man, what was waiting for him in Mozic was a fiasco!

He was promoted to lieutenant general and was proud. And that guy, who was convicted and demoted, is now in the Free Port of Mars - this is the news attached to the information just now.

As a hot-blooded soldier who is determined to engrave his name in this great era, Douglas really can't understand how people's circumstances can be so bad. He had already walked into the headquarters of the coalition forces and instructed the thousands of troops to scold Fang Xuan, but the fat man, who was even more genius, was always fluttering in the most chaotic place.

Looking up at Hastings in thought, Douglas continued to be silent.

In front of him, the old man with legs as thick as a baby is the most revered and devout military god in the minds of every Feiyang soldier. Being able to get along with this military god day and night and listen to the teachings is definitely the dream of all soldiers. Although I once listened to one of his lectures, and like all students, I thought of myself as his student. However, being by his side at any time like this is something I never dreamed of.

thoughts, and involuntarily turned to the fat man.

Among so many young generals I know, the one who is really the most qualified to become a student of Hastings should be that fat man.

It's a pity why he is not a Feiyang!

"What do you think of the situation in Leray." Hastings finished his musings and turned his gaze back from the window to look at the young man in front of him.

This excessively young lieutenant general was still a little restrained in front of him. But he knew that Douglas's talent was undoubtedly the best of the young people he had ever seen.

He looked down at the information he had just received. Douglas returned his attention to Hastings' musings. After a few months of getting along, Douglas got an idea of Hastings' habits. After pondering, this god of war has already considered it all, and asked himself, it is just a kind of examination school with the nature of picking up and filling in the gaps.

Douglas said respectfully: "Marshal, Leray has reached the point of exhaustion, and at this moment there is an anti-war and peace-seeking trend. It is also to be expected. After all, this country has been peaceful for three hundred years, and for hundreds of years in the southeastern corner, it has adhered to the principle of balanced politics, its armaments are weak, and its people are weak. It can hit to this point. It's been much more than expected. In Hamilton's situation at this time, if we can't intervene categorically, Leray is about to collapse. Salga, the precedent is not far away. ”

Hastings listened expressionlessly, and asked lightly, "Do you think we should make a move?" ”

Douglas was stunned by the importance of the Leray Channel. The answer is self-evident. Don't. Can Fiji still sit back and watch the Leray passage fall into the hands of the enemy? If that were the case, not only would the West be connected. The attack on Fiyan, Chakner and the Republic of Lane will lead to the coldness of all countries within the Fijian Alliance, and even the benefits that Fiyan has obtained in Gachalin will be lost.

"Yes!" Douglas thought about it and finally replied.

Hastings nodded, closed his eyes and said no more. Half an hour later. Only then did he ask, "The person named Tian Xingjian in the Lelei Federation." How much do you know? ”

"This man is dull on the outside, but in fact he is," Douglas struggled to find an accurate adjective.

"Actually, how?" Hastings looked at Douglas with interest.

"Amazing! Unpredictable! Douglas sighed softly. Thinking back to what happened to Mozic at the beginning, he said slowly.

Hastings nodded, as if remembering something, and said with a slight smile: "In Miloke, I saw through Russell's game and reversed the tide of the battle." He went to Gachalin to capture James, turned Mozic upside down, and killed Stephen at the most critical moment and trampled Victor to death. Even I can't understand such a character. ”

After a pause, Hastings continued: "No wonder the military called it a variable in the first place. This person has a peculiar personality, and he is the most unsuitable to be a soldier, and he has made so many achievements, which can be regarded as a coincidence. With that, Hastings pulled up a document on the on-board computer and said to Douglas, "Look at this document." ”

Tian Xingjian, Mars Freeport?

Douglas was quickly drawn to the documents.

The convoy is moving fast. While Douglas was concentrating on the documents, he had arrived silently at the seat of the military headquarters, the city of glory in the western suburbs of the capital Heidfield.

The personal guard opened the car door, and Hastings stopped Douglas from getting up, and said lightly: "You read the documents first." I have a task for you later. Now, the Freeport of Mars is so important that we have to master it. Let's see how far that guy can toss first, and save some effort in the back."

"You mean, he can," Douglas was a little confused. In the document, Tian Xingjian's situation in the Mars Freeport does not seem to be very good.

"I don't know how he will fight this battle he is facing now. I'd love to see it. Hastings muttered to himself, shook his head and smiled, no more talking. The wheelchair was slowly moved out of the door with the automatic arm propped up, and his eyes narrowed into a slit in the sunlight. The first gunshots rang out in the town of Puro, and then, it rang out.

The 1st Armored Commando Regiment under Cauddell's command began to attack the Merchant Coalition that was in front of the Teluporo Branch.

For this attack, Caudle was not even interested in commanding.

He simply sent a battalion to advance with a regiment of infantry.

To him, it was just an appetizer before the main meal - if the rabble in the Tyryu branch was anything to go by.

The only thing that could keep Caudle vigilant enough was the fifty mechs equipped with long-range firepower. Maybe now, it's added a few. However, there are so few of them. Caudle was confident that it only took one charge for his mech regiment to completely destroy them.

Command mech's console. The news came that the commander of the third battalion had broken through the position of the merchant alliance.

The buildings that built the fire network have been completely destroyed. The improvised fortifications on the ground simply could not stop the attack of the third battalion. The mercenaries recruited by the Merchant Alliance are losing ground. Their limited fleet of dozens of private mechs had been reduced to burning wreckage - in front of hundreds of fire elemental mechs, private mechs with no energy shields and only old-fashioned projectile cannons, there was really little resistance.

The infantry regiment had already followed, clearing the remnants of the enemy from the buildings on both sides of the street. And gradually advance to the headquarters of the merchant alliance. Caudle heard. Those merchant group headquarters have a lot of money in store.

He calculated that by taking this place, he would be able to at least get some more energy cannons and energy for the mecha in the first transaction between the Northern Alliance and Seuss in a few days. For today's sake, the Northern Alliance has hollowed out the foundation. Selwall even directly ordered the looting of the occupied areas.

Raise an army. It costs money. And these mechas, even more expensive.

A sneer appeared on Kaudele's face, the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment was still consuming combat materials on the resource highway, and they didn't fight a single battle. And themselves, will occupy the entire town of Pro. The first military expenditure was offered to the Northern League. More work, this deal with Western Covenant, there is no reason why Selwall should not give himself his fair share. Maybe. After the end of this war. The 1st Armored Assault Regiment will be victorious again and again. Raise your head and become the main mecha group above the blood shadow!

The free world, which has been locked down for thousands of years, will be transformed beyond recognition by the influx of local munitions. Whoever can win the first batch of military equipment will stand on the commanding heights!

The 3rd Battalion of the 1st Armored Assault Regiment of the Scarlet Mercenary Army has completely penetrated the core block of the Merchant Alliance's defense area.

Street gardens, forest parks, skyscrapers. Parking lot. Warehouses, shopping malls. Small cargo terminals, passenger terminals, ground transshipment ports - everywhere, there is a fierce exchange of fire.

The convoys of the Merchant Alliance and the mercenaries they hired have done their best. There is no other way but to resist. In this world, everyone knows that failure means losing everything. Even if you want to surrender now, those cold mechs have no intention of containing prisoners. Many saw with their own eyes that the people who had surrendered were killed without hesitation.

The streets where the fire was exchanged were already full of corpses. There are many of them who still hold their hands held high.

Several buildings were on fire. Under the reflection of the firelight, the fiery red mecha continued to divide and surround the merchant group along the street. No one can stop them. They are agile and tacit, and even at the level of the free world, their mecha control skills are superb.

In particular, the hybrid cannons equipped with these mechs are simply not something that ordinary private mechs can withstand. The combat style, which is mainly based on hand-to-hand combat, shows great discomfort in front of these mechas. Even if you can dodge most of the shells by relying on your body, however, without the protection of energy shields and military armor, private mechs can take up to two cannons, and in the collective fire coverage, this level of defense is no different from being naked.

The three companies of the 3rd Battalion had been dispersed, and except for one company, which continued to advance along the main road, the other two companies, which were scattered in platoons, swept away all the living forces in sight. The mecha opens the way in front, and any building room that is suspected of harboring enemies is a shot with a raised hand. The infantry behind them swept almost swaggeringly with their guns in hand, demonstrating their destructive power at any target.

Leave no mouth alive.

The purpose of Caudle has become the purpose of the entire 1st Armored Assault Regiment.

These violent mechs swept across the war zone. All those who appeared in front of them had only one end, death, and the only difference was whether they were torn to pieces by the on-board machine gun or simply bombarded into bloody pulp.

After thirty minutes of fighting, the Merchant Alliance, which had lost three blocks of forward positions, had completely collapsed.

Dozens of key members of the merchant group fled desperately under the cover of the escort team. The convoys and mercenaries, who had begun to shoot and resist, also lost their guns at this moment and ran wildly. At this time, I can't care about anything. The only way to face those ruthless and cruel enemies is to stay away from them.

The rout of the crowd from the streets and alleys rushed to the west, the spindle-shaped end of the town of Pro, already surrounded by those butcher-like red mechs, if you don't want to charge at the enemy or jump into the lake of fallen leaves, then, the only way to survive is in the direction of Pro First Avenue.

The panicked crowd was running away, but with the exception of a few mechs and flying cars, most of them could not outrun the pursuing red mechs only on foot.

Years of harsh training, the boredom of being locked up in the base for a long time, and the deliberate cultivation of the stimulation of Kaudel have turned these mecha warriors into beasts that have just been released from their cages. And by the time these beasts felt the thrill of killing in their blood, they had lost their minds.

Rivers of blood.

The bullet lines drawn by the machine guns tore at the flesh, and exploded violently again and again, devouring lives. From east to west, ten blocks littered with corpses. The fleeing crowd rushed towards First Avenue, and the fastest mechs and flying cars carrying the leaders of the merchant group were the first to reach Echo Street, where the bandit army was the line of defense.

When the red mechs poured into the mouth of Echo Street like a tide, what they saw was the flow of people who had crossed the defense line one after another with the tacit consent of the bandits. There are also dozens of horizontal knives quietly lined up at the intersection.

Although everyone in the 1st Armored Commando Regiment of the Scarlet Mercenaries knew that the strange mechs that resembled fallen angels in front of them were their ultimate target, they would not attack the bandits without Caudle's orders. However, this does not prevent them from continuing to hunt down their prey.

A red fire elemental mech pinched a captured merchant guard soldier to death. He dragged the corpse along the street, and even walked in front of the bandit mecha defense line, until he was sure that there was no living prey in this area, and then he glanced contemptuously at the horizontal knives who stood still, as if they were frightened, and threw the bloody corpse in the mecha's hand in front of the defense line, and swaggered back. Dozens of fire elemental mechs not far away watched their companions' performances with great interest.

In their eyes, these mechs that can't see the muzzle of energy cannons, missile launchers, and energy shields, and only carry a crescent-shaped armor-piercing axe in their right arm and a strange disc on their left arm, are just the next prey, and since Caudle received the order, these mechs have been doomed.

They don't believe that there are enemies on this planet who can fight them.

The 1st Battalion should have completed its detour to the west of Puluo Town.

These stupid mechs standing here pretending to be calm will be waiting for a bloody massacre.

The defiant red fire elemental triumphantly walked back.

The outstretched thumbs of his companions, and the laughing infantrymen, gave him a perverted pleasure.

However, he soon found that his companions seemed to be frozen by something. And the smiles on the faces of those infantry also stiffened for a moment and quickly turned into fear.

A white ball of light burst from the center of the street, and one after another exploded deafeningly.

The light spread in all directions, and in the center, there was a dazzling red flame. Black smoke rose and the dust from the explosion obscured the sky.

The red mecha that was triumphant just now has completely disappeared.

Forty energy shells hit it at once.

The horizontal knives ignored the other red mechs, and in full view of everyone, they simultaneously opened the armor of the energy cannon muzzle, and then, nonchalantly, fired a salvo.

"Stupid!"