With his left hand, Kozmo slammed the universal lever into the fifth-gear secondary engine position, clasping his index finger onto the joystick's energy cannon launcher, losing its color as he pushed too hard. The thumb of the right hand holds the C4 key of the leg drive, and the other four fingers, with the thumb as the center of the circle, jump quickly between the A2 and B8 keys.

This is the arc finger jumping technique taught by Colonel Fat - irregular steps between marches and cross-target fan shooting in frontal group combat.

The sword is majestic, and it can't help but change direction and advance in the vertical and horizontal artillery fire and the wreckage of the mecha everywhere. Agile as a fox running through the jungle. The irregular running rhythm and sudden change of direction can always find the gap between the energy cannon fire nets.

Countless explosions rang out at the feet of the sword. The light curtain of the energy shield on the outside of the fuselage, which was like the blue lake water, rippled in the blast wave, changing color rapidly. The entire mecha was already covered with yellow dust, all kinds of colors, and scars formed by different reasons, crisscrossing the east and the west.

The ugly energy cannon of 260 mm super large caliber of the battle sword was desperately stirring, and with the rhythm of sensationalism, clusters of white light shot out. Fan-shaped, pouring forward.

Next to Kozmo's high-speed mecha was countless of the same mechs.

The same irregular running and dodging, and the same firepower of the fan-shaped shooting triangle assault formation, were brought into full play.

The earth, at the feet of the hordes of ugly mechs, retreated rapidly, and the dust and smoke were torn apart by the wind that rolled up as the mechs ran.

The stars were almost submerged into the undulating horizon in the distance, and the bleak world was filled with nothing but the ghostly steel figure and the firepower network intertwined with energy cannon fire.

Bloody battles, in the sound of artillery. The sound of explosions, screams and roars continued.

On the battlefield of the 205 Underground Plains, the charging bandit mecha once again broke into the formation of the Suss mecha, and the two sides were suddenly twisted, and the sound of killing was everywhere.

This was Kozmo's third forced assault on the blocking positions of the 2nd Battalion of the 402nd Armored Regiment of Seuss.

It will also be the last.

In the first two assaults, the third regiment and one battalion of the SM army broke through the two lines of defense of the enemy's circular defensive array.

A circular defensive array ten kilometers wide, at the moment. Only the last semicircular line of defense remained, and at the widest point of the two wings of the line of defense, which had been concentrated and desperately resisted, had been sharply reduced to four kilometers, and that's it. The thickness of the arc line of defense is also not guaranteed, in a camp assault. It was torn apart in an instant.

"Kill!" Kozmo shouted violently, and the thirty mechs at the front of the assault formation accelerated at the same time, like arrows flying through the air, and pierced into the group of Suss mechs.

Flashed the fist of a boxing champion. Kozmo flicked the joystick. The mecha took a side step, and it had already appeared out of thin air on the left wing of the boxing king, twisted around, and punched out of the phantom stream!

I only heard a loud "bang", and the sword subway fist had smashed into the waist of the boxing king.

The boxing champion, whose engine is located at the waist, loses his combat effectiveness in an instant.

The internal drivetrain was stuck by the fist of the sword. It then breaks apart in the inertia of high-speed motion. High-speed running ground gears, transmission rods. The half-moon disc and other parts were completely out of control, and in the crackling sound like firecrackers, they burst out in all directions, knocking the inside of the mecha to pieces.

The temperature of the damaged engine has risen sharply, and the engine block and energy system have become red. It's like a heart that has been blocked by blood vessels.

As the sword turned around and shot towards the other boxer, a violent explosion rang out behind him. Scattered debris, burning, like meteors. The energy on the mecha's remnant body turned into a sky-high flame in the wind, illuminating the surroundings transparently.

One champion fell, and then another.

The Seuss mecha warriors are desperately resisting, and their hand speed has been raised to the limit!

But it was all in vain!

The Seuss were desperate to find that once they were close to these ugly mechs, they didn't have the slightest chance at all.

That's an overwhelming disparity in strength.

No matter how hard they tried, the boxing champion couldn't keep up with each other's movements.

The skills they trained according to the "Mecha Control Specification" are useless in front of these ugly mechs. The same move, but the opponent is faster, more accurate, and more deadly than them! Not to mention the martial arts moves they hadn't even thought about.

Phantom Flow Technique, Tai Flow Technique, Fighting Skills Taught by the Fat Man, and all kinds of moves made the Seuss soldiers stunned and terrified. In the eyes of these Seuss mecha warriors, the opponent's mecha control is almost an art - a kind of art - an art of killing!

Jumping through, breaking through the line, arcing forward, punching up, stepping back and kicking those mecha patterns that they are extremely familiar with, from the hands of these ugly mechas, they have reached the realm of turning decay into magic.

Seuss mechs fell under these stereotypes.

Their fall proves a saying they heard many years ago - the free world is the holy land of mecha fighting! There, the Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!

Many of today's veterans just laughed at the time.

No one took such a thing seriously. The folk mecha fighting technology in the free world is very powerful, but so what, the war at that time was the world of long-range firepower, energy cannons, and energy shields! All parameters of military mecha are based on long-range combat capabilities.

Hand-to-hand combat, whether it is for mecha warriors or for mecha itself, is only a support! Auxiliary skills, auxiliary functions!

However, no one expected that in just three or five years, the combat mode of the mecha would be changed.

As the energy shield and armor system became more and more perfect, as the mechs after six generations became faster, more agile, more energetic, and more powerful, the battles between long-range artillery fire began to become awkward.

Armored clusters are engaged, firing thousands of energy cannons to accurately hit those dozens of rounds. And even these dozens of rounds may not be able to destroy a mecha. Unless five or six energy cannonballs can hit the same mech continuously, as long as the enemy dodges the final critical blow, the energy shield can be restored.

At that time, there was often such a situation - thousands of military mechs duel, and the shells were overwhelming. Missiles flew indiscriminately, and the positions of both sides were almost blown up, but. The casualty rate hovers at a very low level. No one can help anyone.

The real solution to the problem was the close firefights and hand-to-hand combat between the two sides.

And with the mecha melee killing mode taking shape. As mecha pays more attention to melee performance, the free world that was originally like child's play in the eyes of the mainstream social army and plays with civilian mecha hand-to-hand combat has become a tiger.

Right now. The Tiger has been released.

on the battlefield. The smoke of gunfire was everywhere, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Kozmo led a battalion and launched a fierce assault on the last line of defense of the Seuss blocking formation.

Behind them, three battalions, totaling 1,200 identical ugly mechs, were overwhelming. Roaring down from 205 Heights.

Chuck grimaced. There are green tendons on both sides of the forehead, which snake and bulge from under the skin. It's terrifying. His eyes staring at the virtual screen were already bloodshot, and the cigarettes and irrepressible anxiety blistered at the corners of his mouth.

In just a few dozen minutes, to Chuck, it seems like decades.

He knew that even as a natural warmonger, as a soldier in a land where victory and honor were his life's worth, Seuss soldiers had a strong fighting spirit and strict battlefield discipline. However, if the tide of battle continues like this, there is no guarantee that this will not turn into a panicked rout.

The second battalion is still holding on to resistance, this is already the last psychological defense line of all the Seuss, once the two battalions of the 401st regiment are put into battle from both flanks of the battlefield, the enemy breaks through the resistance of the second battalion, everything will be over.

"What is the 401st Regiment doing?" Chuck threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and roared, "Why haven't you reached the designated position yet?" ”

"We have arrived at the designated place," said an operational staff officer tremblingly, "preparations are being made before the battle!" ”

"Prepare a fart!" Chuck slammed his fist on the console and roared, "Tell Riddle that if within three minutes, he doesn't attack, I'll take him to court-martial!" ”

"Yes, Colonel." The military staff officer hurriedly contacted Riddle, the commander of the 401st regiment.

Chuck asked the adjutant for another cigarette to light and lit it, and while he looked at the changing clock numbers on the console, he prayed in his heart that the second battalion would survive this period of time. If the second battalion of the 401st Regiment collapsed before the two battalions were put into battle, then the armored forces of the bandit army, which had converged into a single fist, would be able to completely destroy the remaining troops of the 402nd Regiment in the sortie position in one blow.

Once the sortie position is breached, the battle will be over.

Chuck unbuttoned his collar with his fingers and gulped down his cigarette.

He couldn't understand how the bandit army on the opposite side could have such a strong combat effectiveness. In terms of the ground intelligence provided by the Northern Alliance before, except for the one hundred and twenty battle mechs of the enemy, the others were ordinary private mechs gathered by some major schools.

Those mechs that don't have an energy defense system are simply killed in front of the boxing king. The previous lore stream, as well as the mountain breaking stream, also proves this. The top two mecha schools were defeated so completely in front of the seventh-generation mecha eliminated by the Suss military in the Far East, and in the face of bandits who were far inferior to those two schools, how could a boxing champion who was more advanced than the Far East Victory lose?

It was precisely because of the intelligence of the Northern Alliance that Chuck was slapped in the face of the facts - not only did the other party have a large military mecha regiment of four battalions, but they were all ninth-generation mechas!

The more he thought about it, the more Chuck felt that it was a trap.

He could not afford such a defeat, so it could only be a trap - the Northern Alliance did not provide the correct information, but sent the Seuss Panzer Regiment to the Pinkiling Line, which was the most difficult to defeat. Those damn merchants. Trying to use the lives of Seuss soldiers to contain the opponent.

"Check the current situation of the Northern Alliance's army." Chuck hooked his fingers, asked the adjutant to light him another cigarette, took a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and said to the staff officer beside him: "Check again, the thousand Far Eastern Victories left in the port of Lille are still not there." ”

Seeing the staff officer take the order, Chuck refocused his attention on the battle report from the central console of the command mech.

War. After two battalions of the 401 regiment were forced into battle, they eased.

In the face of the attack launched on both flanks, the assault of the bandit armored regiment was no longer unstoppable. They had to pay attention to the Seuss armored forces in the small hilly areas on both flanks of the plain, if outflanked on both flanks. Cut off the back road, or be sneak attacked on 205 heights. Even the ninth-generation mecha can't turn the tide of the battle.

Now, the real-time reaction of the battle situation on the electronic sand table, the bandit army was originally preparing to concentrate on the follow-up forces of the Seuss attack position to break through, but it has been attacked by the two flanks of Seuss. Begin to disperse left and right.

Chuck looked anxiously at the sky and the time. From time to time, one order after another is issued. There is an important piece of news from the front, the enemy's ground communication and command system seems to have been interfered with by its own electronic mecha. All their orders were given in undisguised and clear code through loudspeakers.

Then, only the two wings contain the enemy, so that the enemy cannot break through the frontal line of defense in one go. The command and remaining forces located behind the line of defense. can be preserved to the fullest. After dark, it is impossible to disperse the bandit army. Will only be able to watch in the dark as the flanks of the Seuss armored forces retreat. If they dare to turn on the lights and fight, then they will become the target of artillery fire, and if they dare to disperse the pursuit, Chuck does not mind taking advantage of communication coordination to divide them and annihilate them.

Although the enemy once deceived the detection of the electronic mecha, Chuck was not worried, after all, jamming and detection, anti-jamming and anti-detection, could not be confused.

Breakthrough!

When the last mech in front of him fell, Kozmo's vision suddenly cleared.

After a few explosions, there were no more standing Seuss mechs around. Kozmo was suddenly a little stunned, he couldn't believe that after more than an hour of fighting, the Phantom Streamer who stepped on the battlefield for the first time annihilated nearly twice the enemy's own strength with a casualty ratio of 1 to 20.

This astonishing result made him a little unacceptable for a while.

Kozmo slowly turned the mechs covered in gunsmoke and dust, and followed behind him. These phantom streamers, who are too familiar with themselves to be more familiar, look a little strange at this moment.

On their mechas, there is still the smell of gunpowder smoke and traces of smoke and fire, some of the mecha's external armor is torn, rags are generally hung on the body, some parts of the big holes, and even the inner shell of the mecha can be seen, which makes the swords look even more ugly. However, in Kozmo's eyes, these things, not only can not damage the image of his companions, but make them look iron-blooded and strong.

Once, he and them stood on the roof of the Tailiu Mecha Pavilion, watching the one hundred and twenty black mechs gallop through the enemy group.

And today, I and them have become the protagonists in the eyes of others!

Kozmo licked his lips and laughed, this feeling is so good!

He turned, and through the cockpit canopy, five kilometers beyond the horizon in front of him, was the looming armor wall and mechs of the Seuss defensive line. Kozmo raised his mecha arm, paused for a few seconds, and then pointed forward!

"Wow!" It was a fat man's strange scream like a savage when he launched the final blow in a contest to tease a certain second-level mecha god of war.

Countless ghosts and wolves howled together and resounded in the sky.

Torrents of steel, surging past him in the direction of his fingers.

Bow down, the earth, tremble under his seat, look up, the sky. Obscured by billowing dust and smoke.

A rush of blood rushed to his head, Kozmo couldn't help but tremble, and in the blood boiling, he suddenly pushed the control stick, and the mecha ran and merged into the rolling torrent.

Looking down from the sky, on the vast plain, more than four hundred black mechs kept the same distance from each other. Row by row, leaping and galloping. Behind them, dust billowed from them. A huge triangular formation eight kilometers long at the widest point of the two wings, just like when a battleship flies. Shadows cast from the sky, undulating with the earth. At lightning speed.

On the Seuss position, there was a dead silence. The Seuss soldiers could no longer hear the hysterical roars of the officers.

They clung to the joysticks, their faces pale.

On the horizon in front of them, the black wavy line was rolling in. The sound of the mech's galloping footsteps. It's like a string of muffled thunder. From the trembling earth.

The beard on the chin of the commander of the 402nd regiment was trembling. The first battalion is gone, and the second battalion is gone. Even if there is such a position, how can it be possible to block this already crazy opponent with the strength in his own hands.

The ghost cried wolf and howled "wow", getting closer and closer.

The regimental commander closed his eyes and screamed in despair: "Fire!" ”

The sky is dimly dark. All of a sudden, it became translucent

"Retreat." Chuck slumped back in his chair.

Now the ending. It's already the best result he can achieve.

The 401st Regiment on both wings can still be preserved roughly intact. Command, also able to leave safely. However, the 402nd Regiment was completely lost here.

Command the mech, start activating. The console split into several small pieces, and with the mecha ground the robotic arm, it was reversed into the mech.

The staff officers, with pale faces, each packed up and prepared.

Twenty kilometers away, the earth-shattering sound of artillery was endless. Explosions and energy cannons opened fire, whitening the sky

"The Souss Panzer Regiment was defeated"

Holding the battle report in his hand, Selwall was a little distracted, and it was half a loud sound before he looked at Fairer beside him in confusion and said: "From Chuck's attack on the 205th Heights to now, it has only been more than six hours, among them, the bandit armored regiment has been put into attack, including the time for the final pursuit, only more than two hours, their combat effectiveness"

"Unexpected." Feuerle frowned and said, "I mean Chuck." He actually lost a regiment and chose to retreat. Originally, I was counting on him for twenty-four hours. ”

"And now?" Selwall looked at the electronic sandbox with some concern, six of which pointed directly at the fiery red arrows of Puluozhen, and now there were only five left.

Feuerle smiled coldly and said, "This is not a bad result, at least, Chuck still retains half of his combat strength, and we can explain it to the Seuss." As he spoke, he turned his head and asked the staff officer beside him, "Pioneer regiment, where are you now?" ”

The staff officer reported: "I have passed the 2611 pass of Mishan and are on the way down the mountain. It is estimated that by now, it should be to the longitudinal rift canyon. ”

Feuerle nodded, looked at the time, and said lightly to Selwall: "No matter how powerful they are, they only have one armored regiment." They want to solve this deadlock, unless they can go to heaven and earth! Otherwise, within twenty-four hours, we will eat up my five-way troops. Is this possible, I'm afraid, until now, they haven't"

The "Chief of Staff" was interrupted by a staff officer who hurried over, and he handed Fairle a transcript of the communication, which reported: "The 5th and 6th regiments have just received news that their vanguard has cleared up the troops and discovered an unusual movement in the refugee area"

Waving his hand to stop the staff officer's oral report, Feuerle quietly read the communication record, and after handing the manuscript to Selwall, he walked to the electronic sandbox with his hands behind his back.

"I really didn't expect them to find out about our whereabouts in advance." Feuerle frowned, as if he was greatly confused about something, and after a long time, he shook his head and said coldly: "What a woman's kindness." In that case, we might as well swing it out! ”

He turned his head and ordered unhurriedly: "Order all the troops, give up concealment." Accelerate forward. Be sure to get into the attack position before dawn, complete the pre-battle preparations, and attack at eight o'clock at the same time! ”

Feuerle's emotionless voice echoed through the command room. On the huge electronic sand table, five red arrows are approaching Puluo Town little by little with the change of time in the upper right corner.

Lorenzo Bridge. Already hidden in the darkness.

There is no moon on the planet, only countless stars in the sky, rushing under the bridge, clothed with a trace of sparkling.

Slightly chilly wind. Omnipresence. The surrounding forest leaves undulated silently. In the mountains and forests. There was silence. All you can hear is the sound of the river churning and rushing.

The fighters stood silently together, unable to see each other clearly.

Only when the cigarette in the mouth of one of his companions suddenly lit up, everyone guessed that they could see the same frowning brow as themselves. and Tie Qing's face.

Everyone already knows the news from the base. I also learned the fat man's inference.

At first, no one believed it was true. The free world is accustomed to burning, killing and looting, but it is the first time they have heard of such a horrific massacre.

Just to hide your whereabouts?

Civilization has developed to this era, although war still exists, but. There are no human atrocities like this. It's rarely heard of anymore.

Even those warring nations would not give such orders in occupied territories. They can destroy cities. They can point their guns and guns at people's houses under any pretext, they can rob and kill, they can set fires, but they will do everything they can to cover up.

This is the free world, those soldiers in the Northern Alliance also grew up here, how can they do it?

Looking at the refugee ghetto through which the two lines passed, calculating the scope and number of people, none of the soldiers dared to believe that this was true. However, the subsequent news from the base proved this fact. If it weren't for the fat man's order to inform the observation point and the surrounding refugees in advance, I'm afraid that many more people would have collapsed in pools of blood.

"Markwich, how's the Pinch Ridge going?"

In the darkness, the voice of a fat man was heard.

The soldiers threw away their cigarette butts, gathered together, and listened to the communicator, and Markavich replied: "The enemy has been routed, Colonel. At present, our army is in the process of clearing up, and the perimeter of Heights 205 has been cleared, annihilating an armored regiment of the enemy, capturing a large number of weapons and vehicles, and in addition, capturing twelve electronic mechas. ”

Markwich's voice was relaxed, he didn't know what was going on yet. I rejoice in this victory of the S 3rd regiment.

Although he failed to defeat his opponent, he achieved a devastating war situation. However, neither the first battalion led by Kozmo, nor the other three battalions led by Weatherier, Buzz, and Thomas, all the bandit fighters took this small setback seriously.

The battle has reached this point, and it has exceeded everyone's expectations. The mecha warriors were surprised to find that the firepower and bandit army were overwhelmingly superior, and the mecha defense performance was also obvious. What makes everyone even more excited is that after conscientiously implementing the wave-style transposition cover that the fat man repeatedly emphasizes in his usual training, their battle loss ratio, even excluding the results in the pursuit battle, is one-twentieth of that of the Seuss!

And once they get close to them, the Seuss Mechanic, who has only been trained in mecha control specifications, is not their opponent at all. Years of training in mecha fighting techniques, coupled with the practical combat skills taught by the fat man, make them invincible. Except for a few officers who were able to resist slightly, the rest of the Seuss were almost immediately defeated.

It's really cool to have such a fight. So much so that in the end, a group of energetic guys were still unsatisfied, chasing the scattered Seuss people all over the mountain. The rest of the people went around collecting loot and took great pains to bring things back from all corners of the battlefield and put them together.

While talking to the fat man, Markavich was happily counting the spoils.

"One company was left behind to assist the 1st Infantry Division in defending the heights and clearing materials, and the others immediately abandoned the clearing pursuit and withdrew to the town of Puluo. I need your assistance in the defense of Puro, the line of defense is reduced to the Third Ring Road, and the outlying positions are abandoned. Got it? ”

"Understood, Colonel." Markavich didn't know what was happening, but his tone immediately became serious, and he didn't ask a word of refuge.

"I've sent you the battle plan." In the dark, the fat man's voice was cold: "I need you, hold on for thirty-six hours!" Can it be done? ”

"As long as I live!" Markwich's answer was simple and firm.

"Good." The fat man was silent for a long time, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you!" ”

With that, he turned off the communicator. Turning around, the Warriors could see his sparkling eyes, although they couldn't see his face clearly.

"They can slaughter refugees in the wilderness, but unfortunately, they can't kill the people of Canterlot." The fat man spread his hands and feet and did the preparatory activities that were familiar to the soldiers.

"There are many of us who have not played the game of bandits." He bent over and straightened his stomach: "This time, everyone will play with me?" ”