Kill!!!

Stiller struggled to send the ion dagger into the chest of the adjudicator in front of him, and then stepped to the left side, and with the flip of his wrist, a terrifying crack suddenly appeared on the arbiter's black body.

The adjudicator stood on the hillside in a daze, like a tree sawn by a lumberjack, swaying unwillingly, until he finally lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang. The flames licking from the crack burned more and more fiercely, quickly sweeping through the body.

The firelight reflected the Ranger's transparent cockpit.

Stiller, who had survived, gasped violently, like a fish in a dry pond, desperately breathing in the turbid air of the cockpit.

This is the fourth Adjudicator he has killed.

In just over 20 seconds of battle, danger abounds.

The opponent's hand speed is too fast, and the attack moves are both ruthless and poisonous, and he is obviously a veteran who has been on the battlefield for many years.

From the beginning of the fight, his opponent had at least three chances to kill him, and he only had one chance.

If it weren't for the mecha martial arts, if it weren't for the experience of the rest of his life in a hundred battles, if it weren't for the hellish training that he gritted his teeth and insisted on day and night, I'm afraid that the one lying on the ground today would be himself.

Thinking back to the dazzling light of his opponent's ionized light knife as it slashed across the mech's shell, Stiller felt as if he had collapsed, sweating profusely, his hair clung to his forehead, and his lips turned white from the terrible air in the cockpit.

The gap between life and death is within one centimeter.

, Lao Tzu is still alive! He reached out and pressed the switch on the air circulation system, but nothing happened. Looking up at the overhead damage system's lights, he slammed his fist into the console.

"Zi", a familiar voice sounded in the vents, and fresh air poured into the cabin, and breathing was smooth.

Stiller breathed greedily.

At this point in the battle, to this extent, he no longer expected to leave the position alive.

The flickering red light of the damage system indicates that the man in the seat is covered in bruises. One of the mech's hands was broken shoulder to shoulder, and the electronic assistance system and energy shield were out of order. The outer armor was torn into fragments hanging from the body, and the shell was littered with artillery fire marks and dents.

If it had been in another place, and the mech had been injured like this, Stiller would have been able to retreat a long time ago.

But now he can't go.

Next to him, there were less than a hundred mechs left in the special battalion. Even with the miniature mecha to save their lives, the casualty rate is more than 50 percent. There were more than two hundred fighters from Leray and Mars, who remained at the front of the 1 position forever.

These are the elites of the bandit army. Their blood made the small hill of the LS2 position, even after more than a dozen strong attacks by the Western Covenant Army, still firmly in the hands of the Filipino coalition forces! Since the establishment of the bandit army, this army has not disappointed! So it was, so it is today, and so it will be in the future! Optimistic, Le Lei people who don't care about everything; After suffering all the humiliation, they want to take this great war that swept mankind as an opportunity to create a dignified identity for themselves and future generations, and they have long put life and death aside.

This is on the land of Chakga, this is the position of Chakse. However, isn't this Leray's position, not Mars's position?! On the other hand, it is the great enemy of life and death who provoked this war, invaded his motherland, and separated his relatives and compatriots.

In the face of the same enemy, anywhere, it is the position of the bandits! This army, from small to large, from weak to strong, from Le Ray to Chacna, has only one belief to end this war with victory one by one! As long as there is still breath left, this belief will not disappear.

As long as there is still a soldier and a pawn, the position of the bandit army will not be combined! This group is destined to become the strongest voice in this war! It is an honor for every bandit soldier to be a member of it, to be able to face the most powerful enemy in this world, to be able to turn the world upside down in Mozic, to be able to make a final decision in the Longbow Galaxy, and to be able to create and witness the miracle of this journey.

Several energy cannons exploded beside him, and through the smoke and flying dust, Stiller saw that a referee grabbed a bandit mech and was desperately stabbing the ionized knife in his hand.

"Fuck you!"

Stiller roared, and the scarred mech transformed into a wounded lion, and flew into a kick that knocked the enemy to the ground, and then pounced on it, scuffling together.

At this time, what moves, what tactics, are thrown out of the clouds. The rest is only the most primitive and bloody fight! With the addition of several other adjudicators and rangers around, the scene suddenly became lively. The mecha's fists and feet flew in the smoke of gunpowder, the ion dagger and the ion light knife flew and swirled, the deafening impact of metal, and the screams of the fighter when he was dying.

On the hillside, thousands of mechs on both sides strangled in the same tragic and crazy posture.

A wave of Posus mechs poured down from the hillside opposite the position, and it spilled up again! The hill on which the position is located. These steel giants, all gray, simple and heavy, huddled together, pushed and pushed, and rushed in the direction of the fingers of the grassroots commanders.

Clusters of mushroom clouds rose in the gray tide. The covered artillery fire was first dotted and scattered, and then it was connected and spread out in a hurry, like a continuous rolling red cloud.

However, no matter how heavy the artillery fire is, it will not be able to stop the frantic attack of the Seuss. In the torrent of gray steel, the mechs turned into flying fragments, and the mechs fell and disappeared into the tumbling waves.

Under the repeated impact and indiscriminate bombardment of the Souss army, the position of the hilltop has already become a series of earthen ditches that cannot be seen in the battle. In the charred soil, the blood had flowed into black and red streams, and the blood water flowed from high to low, swirling around the burning mecha wreckage, soaking the corpses of the soldiers, staining the fragments of combat uniforms red, and finally collecting in a trench full of twisted guns, tattered metal frames, and bulletproof walls, and was sent to the sky by the accidental falling shells, turning into a rain of blood.

The front of the position, which is only two kilometers wide, including the slopes on the left and right, is like a Shura hell.

In order to block the attack of the Seuss armored group, the Chakner army threw troops into counterattacks again and again.

One regiment was wiped out in less than an hour after pulling up the position, and another regiment was pulled up in less than an hour, and it was all out again.

The front of the position was littered with the wreckage of mechs from both sides. These burning steels, even if they are blown apart, are still dozens of tons of big guys. Thousands of wrecks piled together, making the entire hill look like the graveyard of an iron giant.

To date, Seuss has launched twelve attacks.

The intensity of each attack is greater than the previous one. The frantic surging Seuss army tried to break through Chakna's defense line with this dense attack. When the number of mechs attacking the defense line is so large that they can suppress the firepower of the Chakner army, or simply let the Chakner people not even have time to kill, and they can't finish killing, breaking through the position is a sure thing.

Unfortunately, with their luxurious attack arrows consisting of two hundred adjudicators, they were stubbornly blocked by the bandit army at the front of the position. And the Chakners' counterattacks again and again, regardless of the cost, are equally resolute and tough.

As the troops attacked the hill again and again, and retreated again and again, the morale of the Seuss army had fallen to the extreme.

They looked up at the little hill. Watch as their companions crisscross the energy cannons that crisscrossed the line of defense, which seemed to collapse at any moment, and watched as waves of undaunted Chakners leapt out of the fiery positions, making their hopes come to naught again and again.

The combat effectiveness of the Chakna people, the bloodiness of the Chakna people, was completely displayed in front of the eyes of the Seuss in the 152nd position.

In the early days of the war, the stoic, retreating, and always worried about gains and losses disappeared.

Instead, there was an army that dared to rush to a company alone, dared to hug the opponent and die together, dared to break his leg and disembowel, and crawled in front of the position with a bundled fusion grenade, and even chased the Seuss mecha down the hill.

Whether it is the country's economy, science and technology, industrial capacity, or specific to the performance of mechas, the level of equipment of the army, the military quality of officers, and the combat effectiveness of soldiers, Chuckner is far higher than the militaristic Suss.

When the army of this country finally broke out in a desperate situation, even if you stood on the hill a few kilometers away from the battlefield, you could feel the terrifying power, the chill brought by the tenacity of never compromising and never giving up.

When the Seuss army retreated again and again after a tragic tug-of-war, leaving hundreds of corpses and wreckage behind, the Seuss officers could no longer maintain their courage.

In their minds, there are some of the same questions.

What if they conquer 1 highland, this country, how many LS2 highlands are there, are they really something that the Seuss Empire can conquer?! Also, how many of their companions are as crazy as they are in front of the adjudicators, who are obviously inferior in combat to their opponents, but who show their fate and ferocity again and again with a life-fighting style from beginning to end?

When the entire Chakner, like the Chackner soldiers in the LS2 Heights, follows behind that troop, where will this war go?

These questions are too esoteric and complex, or too terrifying and chilling, for no one to think about.

They could only stare straight into the hellish mountain, letting their mood soar and fall again and again between expectation and disappointment.

There are less than forty mechs.

And that damn position, crumbling as it was, was still in front of it.

"Your Excellency Longman!"

With a solemn call, Longman looked away from the observation hole and looked at his mainstay partner, Lieutenant General Poirot.

"Your Excellency, I think you should come and see for yourself." Lieutenant General Poirot's face was serious, and his pale blue eyes flashed with unease.

Longman frowned slightly, then saw Poirot nod affirmatively.

Without saying a word, he walked up to Poirot and took a red e-folder from Poirot's hand.

The dense data and words had just come into view, and before Longman could distinguish the meaning expressed in these symbols used by humans to convey information, a tense voice that could be suppressed by the waves sounded in his ears.

"Admiral, this is what we have just discovered, the forces that the enemy has successively put into Sunset Mountain, plus the original troops on the position, have exceeded six divisions in total." Poirot said quietly. The deep voice seemed to have been ripped off the vocal cords, leaving only the airflow in the nose and mouth.

Longman's eyelids jumped, and his face suddenly turned iron-blue.

The unexpected strength of the Chakner's resistance had long since made him sense that something was wrong. Poirot's words confirmed his judgment.

And this also means that relying on the dozen or so divisions at hand, it is far from being as easy as previously imagined to take the Sunset Mountain defense line.

Perhaps it should be said that it was not easy in the first place, but now it is even more difficult! Since the number of troops is only half that of their own, the Chakner people can hold out for two lives.

That's a good calculation. Usually the attacker, with approximately the same combat effectiveness and other factors, loses twice as much as the opponent. This also means that when the Chakna lose 50% of their strength, they will lose six divisions in this position! Fifty percent is the lowest casualty rate for the collapse of a position. Obviously, the current defenders of Sunset Mountain are not among them, and their high morale, tenacity, and foreknowledge of the consequences of losing Sunset Mountain are enough to support them to fight to the death despite 70% casualties.

Moreover, the current casualty ratio of our own side far exceeds that of the other side's two games.

This means that even if you invest all your troops, you may not be able to take down the sunset, and Langman's brain is spinning rapidly. The more I think about it, the more my heart sinks. If the opponent only has six divisions, he will consider making an all-or-nothing bet, but what if the opponent does not have only six divisions, but ten, or even twenty?

Looking at the battle map, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, like a meteor.

Although this thought was not clear, it was just that the feeling of danger it produced made Longman suddenly feel like a wolf storming a rabbit's nest. In the dark hole, a pair of deadly eyes were hidden, looking at him greedily.

"General, an order from the base camp." In front of the Skynet communication station, a staff officer took out the folder on the computer, quickly stood up, took the folder, and Langman entered his permission to decrypt it, only to feel bitter in his mouth.

"Your Excellency?" Poirot, who was on the side, saw that Longman's expression was wrong, and asked tentatively.

"Marshal Belif asked us that we must take Sunset Hill as soon as possible", Longman handed the document to Poirot: "He seems to be a little unable to wait. The headquarters of the base camp has been moved forward. ”

Poirot's expression moved, and he quickly skimmed through the commands in his hand.

Although modern technology has long allowed the General Staff Headquarters to direct operations from several galaxies away. However, army operations still follow the tradition of thousands of years, setting the staff headquarters in the strategic depth of the warring planet, and the distance from the front-line staff changes with the situation of the war.

The move forward of the General Staff Headquarters is a strong signal.

That represents the supreme commander's dissatisfaction with the front-line operations, and is a traditional but unquestionable way of urging.

For any front-line commander, the staff headquarters moving forward step by step is like a reminder one after another.

Once the headquarters of the base camp was moved forward to a position that could replace the staff of the front-line troops, "or even simply coincided, then it would mean that the front-line commander would lose his command and would have to sit on the sidelines in humiliation, and be demoted after the war, even questioned and tried."

"Your Excellency Longman", Poirot pondered for a while, and whispered hesitantly: "Marshal Belif has always been calm and cautious, and in our battle plan, the deadline for breaking through Sunset Mountain has not yet arrived, why did the base camp ignore it before, but now it is suddenly in a hurry?" ”

Langman Huoran looked up at Poirot, and when the two of them touched each other, their hairs stood on end.

The thoughts swirling in his mind quickly became clear, and Longman turned around and ordered: "Check for me, how long has it been since the battle report from Frentor has been coming!" ”

“。” - Xiushui River Feed, located on the bank of Xiushui River, adjacent to the Seven Star Feed to the north. The distance between the two towns is only 20 kilometers.

Although they are located in the mountainous areas in the western part of the Sunset Mountain Basin, in addition to the perfect highway system, the two places are also connected to the No. 5, No. 6 and No. 8 Feiyuan Highway, and the traffic is very convenient.

It is the first gateway to the Northwest Mining Area and the cold zone to the warm Southeast.

Only ten years after Lei Fengxing was discovered, human immigrants appeared in the Fengshu Plain.

In the early days, the Sunset Mountain Basin was not yet a human settlement. It's just that as time goes by, more and more people have immigrated to Leifeng Star, and with the reproduction of human beings themselves, the demand for land and resources has also increased.

When the Sunset Mountain Basin has already produced metal ores and natural gas, oil and other energy sources with considerable reserves of efficiency, the footprint of mankind extends here.

With the discovery and development of the Northwest Mining Area, the Sunset Mountain Basin, which is one step ahead and already has a complete industrial base and convenient transportation, has become the most important industrial satellite city in Phoenix.

Seven Stars and Xiushui River Feed are the two major feeds of the Sunset Mountain Satellite City.

The Seven Stars are built by the mountain, and the town of Xiushui River is layered by the water. The city feed center is a bustling commercial area, and shopping malls and office buildings are lined up one after another. Surrounding the airport terminal are several major industrial zones and material distribution markets. The two city feeds are typical of the cobweb-like layout.

In peacetime, if you stand and look out from a distance, you can see the busy traffic, the bustling crowd, the constantly retracting loading and unloading arms, and the frequent take-off and landing of transport ships and shuttles.

And during these war years, everything has changed.

The curtain wall of the space city in the center of the city is full of black holes, and the collapsed floors reveal broken floor slabs and messy rooms.

On both sides of the city streets, there are rubble of broken bricks and tiles.

In the cracks of the airport floor, waist-high weeds have grown, and the devastated waiting hall stands quietly, staring desolate at the half-collapsed maintenance workshop.

The factories and warehouses in the adjacent industrial zone have been abandoned for a long time. The steel frame was covered with brown rust. The original shiny signs and advertisements have become tattered, and the fragments are swaying in the wind, and there is a clattering sound on the iron frame.

If it weren't for the dense trenches and forts built on factory buildings on the outskirts of the city, if it weren't for the dense suss mechs and the occasional fierce firefights in the distance, one might think that these were two dead cities.

Corporal Dou Mi bent his waist and got out of the gap between the two concrete floor slabs, glanced warily at the intersection at the southern end of the street, and then rushed through the street with a portable energy cannon.

It wasn't until he ran to the corner of a collapsed gray building that he sat down against the wall and gasped for air.

Beside him, several Chakner soldiers who had been following him also stopped, sat down in a row, and while gasping violently, they vigilantly observed the movement around them with the still well-defined eyes on their dirty faces.

Two fighters, one behind the other, blocked both ends of this corner, their guns in their hands on the ruins, scanning the intersection where the enemy might be.

This is the eastern area of the Xiushui River-0 Since the Suss lightning invasion of Sunset Mountain, the defenders of the Xiushui River have relied on the relatively solid positions on the periphery and the sufficient materials of the base to resist.

From the highway to the outskirts of the city, then from the suburbs to the downtown area, and finally, there is an endless battle in the dark.

The western and southern districts fed by the Xiushui River have fallen into the hands of the Suss people.

Dou Mi heard that last night, the Seuss troops entering from the western sector and the detour troops had flanked the friendly positions in the northern sector. After a whole night of fighting, blood flowed like a river, and many streets in the North District had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

This news is obviously true. Because when he woke up in the morning from the basement of an abandoned building in the industrial area of Weil, he saw that the makeshift camp was full of wounded soldiers and medical personnel.

Most of the wounded soldiers were soldiers of the 2nd Regiment stationed in the northern district.

A torrential rain in the morning turned the sky gray. In the open space between the ruins, the gray-black sewage foamed and spilled up to the ankles. A makeshift medical tent set up in the rubble crackles in the rain.

The factory workshop, which was full of holes in the ceiling, was turned into a makeshift hospital. Hundreds of soldiers lay on their loads, looking at the rain falling from the holes in the high ceiling.

Healthcare workers are busy nervously. Some of the nurses who were pregnant women of civilians turned pale when they saw the terrible wounds of the wounded or the white and red cracks that pierced out of the skin, and their nerves were a little weaker, and they either vomited to death or cried weakly.

When so many soldiers were gathered together, it was a truly spectacular scene.

Dou Mi believes that those girls \{! - Survived this hurdle. At least before he led his team away, he had seen a few girls with still ugly faces muster up the courage to help.

Among these girls, there was a girl with long, silky black hair and curved eyebrows.

Dou Mi naturally thought of her, and naturally felt that if he could get to know her, even if he needed to lie on the hospital bed, it would not be a big deal.

I just don't know if I still have a chance.

He spat hard and looked at the time.

It's still a block from the destination, and the time is still twenty minutes. This meant that he had moved ahead of schedule, and there was plenty of time to be stunned for a moment.

He gasped and suddenly felt a pain in his heart.

The city is full of Seuss, and their ugly mechs are everywhere.

If the northern sector is lost, the troops will only be left with the eastern sector as a stronghold. If today's counterattack does not have any effect, perhaps the enemy will rush into the eastern sector by night.

When will that girl hide?

This may be her last battle, or her last day.

What was she doing when she fell in front of the enemy's mech? Is she bandaging the wounds of the wounded, or is she trying to tuck her long jet-black hair into the nurse's cap? When time passed, the war was over, and she had survived, would she have known that on the morning of this day, there was a dirty, smelly corporal who stared blankly at her for ten minutes?

Dou Mi shook his head, amused by his sudden crankiness.

The armored battalion in which he was stationed was subordinate to the Chaknari I Armored Division. The main force of the division has retreated to the satellite city of Sunset Mountain.

Only this battalion remained in the Xiushui River lock because of the break.

After a long and fierce battle, the entire battalion of mechs remained less than a hundred. Not to mention the soldiers who lost their mechas, a few of his companions beside him, dozens of hours ago, were even mechanics or cooks playing with big spoons in the cooking class.

Thinking of this, Dou Mi turned his head to look at the bearded Allen who was following him.

Alan stared at Dou Mi with wide eyes for no apparent reason.

Dou Mi smiled, and a row of white teeth were revealed on his face, which was so dirty that he couldn't see the skin.

Allen, a black-hearted cook, really didn't cover it, and he actually killed two Seuss soldiers with a kitchen knife yesterday.

At that time, the wind and clouds changed color, and he stood on the ruins with murderous energy, covered in blood, completely breaking his guilty face of stir-frying while blowing his nose, and for a while, he was shocked by the soldiers and took turns to flatter him for a night.

It's a pity that there are too few cooks like Allen.

This was the last counterattack of the Xiushui River feeding defenders. The Li Division, the 1QL3 Division, and some Chakner soldiers of different numbers who had retreated from the front line further west, all came from all corners of the city today and gathered to fight.

Although there were less than a thousand mechs, and the rest were infantry, the command still hoped to launch an offensive south at the last moment to slow down the advance of the Seuss.

Dou Mi looked at the time again, stood up, and jumped to the side of the vigilant soldier with a cat's waist, and asked him in a low voice to observe the surrounding situation.

The warrior's head-shaking answer made Dou Mi a little puzzled.

Although the Souss have not yet entered the East Sector, they have not stopped attacking on the periphery of the Eastern Sector defense.

And along the way, he had passed through two blocks that would not normally be rushed by Seuss, but he did not find any Seuss, and he did not even hear the slightest sound of firefighting.

Everything seems so abnormal.

However, this is a good thing for Dou Mi after all. As soon as he passes through the next block, he will be able to enter the predetermined position, and then, fifteen minutes later, launch a counterattack against the enemy.

At that time, there would be many Chakners pouring out of all corners of the city's ruins "to rush at the enemy without hesitation."

He made a gesture and was about to give the order to move on. Suddenly, several cannon shots rang out in the distance.

The sound seemed to have suddenly entered the range of the ears from a long distance, first distant and slight, and then gradually louder, and at last, it was like a thunderous thunderbolt, sweeping towards this side.

Dou Mi looked at his watch for the third time, waved his hand at the dazed warriors, and then jumped out first.

The troops must have been launched in advance! He thought, running frantically down the empty streets.