The rain was endless.

The large amount of rainwater, before it even had time to soak into the soil, gathered into thousands of trickles, flowing down the terrain to the low-lying areas. In the heavy rain, the trunks of trees, rocks, and roads are like a film of water that is attached to the flowing water. A trace of ripples, appearing and disappearing in the starlight.

An ugly black mecha running silently in the rain.

Every kick of the sloping ground, the ditch, and the pair of anti-jointed mechanical legs of the forest mecha can make it jump out for dozens of meters, and in the dense rain line hanging in the sky, it is like a leopard covered in pitch black and full of explosive power.

In the cockpit of the mecha, a young soldier with short dark brown hair, a thin body, and slender eyes as sharp as an eagle is constantly adjusting the television and mecha radar while controlling the mecha to run all the way in stealth mode.

A young mecha warrior with a simple name - Adi. Thatch, Phantom Stream's second-level mech knight.

Perhaps, it should be said that he was a second-level mecha knight. Since joining the bandit army, the rapid progress in mecha martial arts has made all the former mecha knight mecha commanders uninterested in the title they had desperately climbed before. Because, in the field of mecha warriors, they not only have a new career definition, but also stand on a new height.

In their own words, now going to the promotion tournament is no longer a question of whether they can improve the level, they should really improve the ground. It is the previous machine assessment system! Otherwise, as required before, stay in the bandit army for a few months and come out of the army. It can make those picky and demanding examiners scare their jaws off.

And Thatch is the best selected among the fighters. However, he failed to enter the Sharp Knife Company, and his characteristics allowed him to enter another enviable special unit - the hunter squad in the reconnaissance company directly under the regiment!

This squad was formed by the fat man himself. In an armored regiment, there is only such a fixed formation of twenty people in a small team. And every member of the squad is the best of the scouts. They were trained in both reconnaissance and tackling subjects, and also received individual instruction from fat people. They have the ability to identify, hide, and escape independently in the harsh war environment, and have a super sneak attack ability.

Their task is to move around the main force. Like a lone wolf, conduct reconnaissance, block battlefield information and hunt freely.

The mecha quickly pierced through the woods, soared into the air, and like a large bird, it fluttered lightly over a valley nearly two hundred meters wide and into the woods on the other side of the mountain in the powerful jet stream of the auxiliary thrusters that activated in an instant. A few minutes later, the running mech stopped, a red dot. Fleeting in the radar.

The corners of Thatch's mouth flashed with a sneer, if it weren't for this multi-dimensional array radar developed by scientific monsters, it would not be so easy to detect a single mecha in stealth mode. He turned on the telescope, pointed it in the direction where the red dot appeared, and waited quietly. A moment later, a red mecha appeared in front of his eyes.

Thatch didn't make any moves, just lurked quietly. Watching. It wasn't until the red mecha disappeared from the television screen that he emerged from the dense woods under the hillside like a civet.

Uglyly black mech. Follow the opposite route of the red mecha and sneak silently.

After five minutes, Thatch stopped. In front of him, a flowing light stretched the shadows of the forest leaves, and in the distance, there was a low roar of the engine!

Thatch's heart was beating uncontrollably. It was his first mission. It was also his first achievement since joining the bandit army - the positions of the two armored battalions that Colonel Fat Man had let go of were finally found!

Puluo Town. Bright.

Residents stood quietly by the windows, watching the streets as bandits in blue uniforms hurriedly marched forward to the sound of dense footsteps. Heavy trucks and transport mechs loaded with munitions roared through the streets, and simple troop carriers and only skeleton troop mechs flowed endlessly.

The Northern Alliance attacked the town of Puluo, and this is the news that the residents have received. The bandit army has issued a Level 1 Combat Readiness Alert. Residents are asked to take refuge in bomb shelters as much as possible.

However, even if many air-raid shelters are temporarily excavated and expanded, they will not be able to accommodate more than 2 million people.

"You say, can we win?" A young mother holds her baby in her arms, rocking it gently as she looks at her husband on the balcony with a sad face.

As a woman, she doesn't understand the current situation, and those are all things that men are fighting for. She only knew that with the protection of the bandits, Puluo Town had finally maintained peace in this chaotic world. Although food and energy are still rationed, compared to Canterlot, which is constantly fired, it is a paradise.

However, the woman who is always terrified of the world is not sure how long the army, whose husband's eyes light up at the mention of it, will be able to protect Puluo Town. Although she didn't know much about military affairs, at least she could see that the extremely simple personnel carriers, mechs, and ugly energy cannons on the streets were like a group of militia compared to the mighty and majestic armies in the TV movies. Everything is made by yourself. Can these weapons compete with regular weapons like the Suss Empire?

"I can win!" The man hugged his woman and child hard, blocked the wind on the balcony with his broad chest, and gave the woman hope in the most resolute tone: "I will definitely win!" ”

"Boom!" A loud bang suddenly came from the southwest of Puluo Town, and the couple who were hugging each other, as well as the soldiers and residents on the street, all turned their heads to look in the direction from which the sound came.

People were shocked to find that almost in the blink of an eye, the southwest sky was illuminated by patches of flashing light. Loud explosions. The sound of cannons broke the silence of the night in an instant, like tens of thousands of thunderbolts exploding at the same time. Earth-shattering, endless!

"Wow!" The woman was waking up with the child in her arms. With his eyes closed, he waved his little hands and cried.

In the strong arms of her husband, the woman turns her back, gently lifts her clothes, and stuffs the nipples into the child's mouth.

Tears. Suddenly, it fell.

She didn't know that her children would not have time to grow up.

Sneaking all the way, the Super Sharp Knife Company, under the leadership of the fat man, silently took advantage of the cover of the night to arrive at the North Second District of the core area of the Central City.

The originally prosperous North 2nd District has become a no-man's land. As far as the eye can see, it is desolate

In addition to the solid space city, more than half of the surrounding residential and commercial buildings have collapsed. On the ruins of a mountain. The twisted metal frame stands alone. The walls of the building are full of large holes pierced by shells. The steel bars in the concrete were exposed, tugging at the falling wall, crumbling. A breeze blew, fine white dust rose from the ruins, and paper and garbage swirled around the streets, flying from one end of the street to the other.

Fifty cyan mechs silently turned into a neighborhood and stopped. After crossing the five non-NAD defense zones and the observation line for the expansion of the NABE, the front is not far away. It is the defense line of the Northern Alliance.

The entire community is already empty. Without opening the canopy, the fighters could smell the stench that permeated the air. From the remnants of the garden, you can still imagine the quiet and elegant environment here before the war, but now. The buildings had collapsed, the tall trees had been broken, and the flowers and plants in the garden had died, and the ground was in shambles.

"Everyone open the map file I sent" The fat man started the pre-battle preparation meeting in the communication channel: "The red triangle marked No. 1 in the upper left corner is the subordinate armed forces of the Northern Alliance, the former base of the Warrior Mercenary Group, and the main target of our operation.

This base is the enemy's current main base. The Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment has three battalions. It's stationed right here. As reported by our observation point in Canterlot. There are a lot of heavy trucks coming in and out of here. Except for the west of the city, the central city is basically controlled by the Northern League. Thus, this base, which radiates the front line of the Western Sector, is also the material center of the enemy. What we have to do is destroy this place completely! ”

As he spoke, the fat man clicked on the battle plan in the corner of the map. Data such as combat routes, time, and attack methods are refreshed on the pilots' computers at the same time.

The fat man said: "Now, let's talk about the specific steps of the operation, first, we will launch a surprise attack on the enemy's defense line on Perfume Street at 5 o'clock in the morning, and then, quickly interspersed to the northeast, before 5:10, we will pass the river bridge, concentrate fire to destroy the bridge, block the enemy's infantry siege, we will follow the riverside city, interspersed to the southeast, and do not exchange fire with any enemy troops along the way, 5:20"

The mecha warriors listened carefully to the fat man's deployment, and the entire operation was broken down very finely by the fat man, and the outline of an incredible attack appeared in front of everyone's eyes when they had made a full backup plan in the event of an unknown situation.

Utterly destroyed! This fat man is really not talking about play, his plan, calculating almost all possible situations and the route of the enemy's movement, the time difference, the strength of his actions, is in constant movement this is to be

"The action plan is codenamed" The fat man sneered and said the word that everyone thought of in their hearts: "Ling Chi!" ”

Carefully recalling the details of the battle plan, everyone's eyes gradually lit up. A stream of blood rushed to the top of his head. To be able to do this for the last time, even if it is a failure, it is earth-shattering!

"Alright, now hurry up and defecate in the open! Half an hour later, attack! The fat man gave an order, and a group of men who had already been holding back their urgency to urinate suddenly dispersed.

Open the cockpit, take out the little cock, the fat man shot angrily in the wind, and suddenly, the beep of the emergency communicator sounded.

Is it Makwich or Protown base? Anyway, it is set to be automatically turned on. The fat man didn't look back, lowered his head, and concentrated on the operation. A cold wind blew. The round body trembled

Damn, fortunately I hid quickly, and I was almost blown back by the wind? The woman on the screen is a little familiar, what is she glancing at herself?

Looking at the fat man with a stunned face, Fang Xiang was about to go crazy.

She didn't expect that after she connected the communication, what she saw turned out to be

I was completely unprepared, so I watched the fat man shiver with his back to him with his head buried in his head. His body was still shaking, and he was guessing what he was doing, when suddenly this guy jumped up and turned around beside him, but there were more than ten senior officers gathered together!

"What are you doing?" The fat man quickly closed the zipper, and his face turned pale

"The 6th and 7th battalions of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment have exchanged fire with the main force of the Bandit Armored Regiment! The enemy threw about a battalion of troops frontally, and in the first wave of the attack, our troops lost "

The Northern Alliance Command, Feuerle listened to the report of the military staff officer and carefully examined the map.

"One hundred and twenty-five kilometers west of the Lorenzo River." Fauerle looked at the coordinates of the areas of engagement on the map. smiled contemptuously: "Simple! Such a simple roundabout outflanking wants to eat my two battalions? Don't they know that an attack in such a place would expose a lot of problems? ”

"What do you mean?" Selwall, who was on the side, looked at the map, slapped his forehead, turned around and asked the staff officer: "The enemy has no infantry to attack together?" ”

"Nope!" The staff officer looked at the battle report in his hand.

"The 6th and 7th Battalions were ordered to keep an eye on the left flank of the river, from where the enemy would inevitably make a detour, leaving a company to set up a blocking position on the high ground on both flanks, and the main force quickly detached from the battle. The 8th and 9th Battalions were ordered to move quickly south and intersperse at kilometer E25 of Resource Highway No. 2, southwest of Puluo Town. Order the other troops to speed up their advance. Scouts were sent to reconnoiter the positions on the outskirts of Puro, and if the enemy was found to be shrinking, the troops had to do so by seven o'clock. Arrive at the designated location of the second plan. Feuerle almost didn't think about it, and quickly issued a series of instructions.

From the attack of the bandits only ten kilometers from the outskirts of Puluo Town, he knew that the bandits had shrunk their defensive lines. This was expected by him. And it is not surprising that the main force of the bandit army took the initiative to attack and tried to eat the attack forces of the Northern Alliance all the way before the encirclement was formed.

It is clear that the bandit army chose the nearest one. The road with the least number of troops. Feuerle sneered. Of course, the bandit army will not know, as early as the beginning of the division of troops. The four battalions of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment exist as decoys. Front-line commanders have long been prepared for possible ambushes. In the small hilly area of the western part of the province, the four armored battalions, which have always maintained a distance of no more than an hour from each other, will suddenly tighten up as long as they are attacked all the way, pincer offensive!

If the Puluo Town bandit army dares to put all the main forces here, the most elite armored force of the Northern Alliance will firmly stick to them! Buy time for the other three-way attack arrows. Feuerle believed that there was no infantry line that could stop his forcible attack.

After taking a sip of coffee, Feuerle asked lightly: "When will the 1st and 2nd Warrior Regiments withdrawn from Bering Port be able to reach Puluo Town?" ”

"Eighteen hours!" The staff officer replied.

"Good!" Feuerle smiled. This game is starting to get a little interesting, and I really hope that Puluo Town can hold on until the time when he uses his reserves. Although they are still a little tender in terms of tactics, their strong combat effectiveness has given them some surprises. Even when they first came to the free world, the invincible Seuss Armored Regiment suffered losses at their hands, which shows that their combat effectiveness even exceeded their expectations.

But it's a pity that the hero from the Lelei Federation is just a lucky guy from a mechanical repairman. For a campaign that requires precise calculations, he also needs to learn.

Feuerle looked at the time, five and six in the morning, the night had passed imperceptibly. Now that the bandits have launched an attack, it means that all the variables in the run-up to the campaign have been put on the table, and there is nothing to worry about until the other troops arrive at the designated location and launch an attack.

He turned his head and said to Selwall with a smile: "It's another boring two hours, perhaps, we should go and have something to eat first Yesterday's dinner, the bottle of Bordeaux you opened, it seems that there are quite a few left"

As he spoke, suddenly, a staff officer jerked up from his seat in front of the center console. When the seat moves, there is a screeching sound of rubbing.

Feller, who was interrupted, just frowned, but saw the staff officer running quickly in front of him, and said in panic: "The defense line of Perfume Street in the West Second District has been attacked by a small group of unidentified troops. The defense area of the 3rd Battalion and 1st Company of the 3rd Warrior Infantry Regiment was broken through and the fire was exchanged for three minutes, and 107 people were killed, 64 wounded, and 5 Rafale-type mechs and 11 fire elemental mechs were destroyed."

The staff spoke in a way that made Feuerle and Selwall snap to the spot, their eyes straight. They didn't even notice that the reckless staff officer did not use honorifics in his report. "How many enemies are there?" Selwall stared at the staff officer and asked quickly, "What are the enemy's casualties?" ”

"The exact number is unknown," the staff officer was sweating profusely and muttered: "It is said that no more than two platoons exchanged fire for a short time, and the enemy attacked them without casualties." ”

"What did you say?" Fairer tore through the communication record in the staff officer's hand, and quickly swept his eyes, and his dark face suddenly turned iron-blue.

Wherever this staff officer reported was a firefight, it was a lightning slaughter!

The dimly lit living quarters, with dozens of rusty cylindrical beds, were crowded with people.

Some people are bored playing poker. Some were hunched in and out of the aisles full of salutes and clothes, while many more were sitting in their beds or staring at the old flat-screen televisions with terrible pictures to pass the time.

Overhead, under feet, and beside him, all kinds of voices were heard from time to time. There was the roar of machinery, the sizzling of life-sustaining systems, the sounds of swearing, coughing, babbling, the annoying footsteps of children running around and the sound of non-stop tapping in the engine room.

It's an old cargo ship. No one knows how old this ship is. And no one cares. As long as it can take everyone away from Leray, as long as it doesn't disperse when it passes through the jump point, this is the best ship in the universe.

You know, being able to find a place on such a ship is already a great thing for ordinary Lelei people. The ticket for this ship is not too much to describe as hard to find. Whoever dares to hold the ticket and sell it before the ship leaves the port, he will immediately be crushed to death by the people who are already red-eyed!

The central system of Leray has been breached.

If you don't leave, you won't have a chance to leave in the future.

In the crowded cabins, people do whatever they can to kill their time.

There was only one girl, sitting quietly. Seemingly, thinking about someone.