Li Cunxin and Pei Litong shook their heads at the same time.

The fat man's strategic assumptions coincide with theirs, but there are great differences in specific tactics and strategies. They never imagined that this Major General Lelei would want to use ten mechs to assist an infantry battalion to hold the 415 position, facing the repeated attacks and indiscriminate bombardment of at least five armored regiments.

This idea is crazy.

"Absolutely not!"

Li Cunxin Huo Ran got up and said, "My opinion is to leave a regiment in 415. Leaning on the position for four hours. The whole army marched to Hot Springs, merged with Balmer, and broke through Hot Springs in one fell swoop!"

As he spoke, he slapped the fat man on the shoulder with his hand: "General Tian, I understand the friendship you broke off for us. However, good steel should be used on the edge of the blade. You and your mechwarriors are the tip of our spear! We need to use your sharpness to pierce the enemy's encirclement and give 20,000 soldiers a way to live!"

"I mean," the fat man explained.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Cunxin waving his hand.

"I am very grateful to be able to save more than a thousand of our soldiers, to annihilate the enemy's four armored battalions, and to disrupt the enemy's offensive plan for such a long time!" Li Cunxin patted his chest, his gray hair and beard trembled like an old lion, he strode around the room in a circle, and said suddenly: "But after you are cut off, I will never agree!"

Seeing that the fat man was about to speak, he waved his hand again. "I know that all of these mecha warriors under your command are the best of the best, and to be honest, I'm very jealous. I've only seen one of these top-notch fighters in years. There is only one in the whole Chakner, and that is my Chuckner's baby! That's why I can't let you take risks."

"Let you help break through, we have no face to speak," the old man said earnestly: "Let you break it, my old face is really going to be lost!"

"It's not like it," the fat man smiled, just saying. I saw Li Cunxin wave his hand.

"That's it!"

The fat man's patience was completely tortured, and after saying half of his words several times, he was blocked back into his throat, and his eyes were so green that he jumped like thunder. He is a bastard temper, as long as it is a matter of death, he can scold Li Fo with blood. What respects the elderly, loves the young, is civilized and polite, and I have never learned it in my life.

At that moment, he jumped up from the chair with a flick of his foot, and pointed at Li Cunxin Before he could speak, he heard a voice scolding.

"Settle a fart!" Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a bare-chested little boy swaggering into the headquarters. The meat worm is small, and the ** is flicked and shaken

Where did the little boy come from?!

The guards on the side subconsciously blocked it. Before their hands could catch the little boy, they saw a figure flickering, and the little boy was gone. When I looked at it again, this pink-carved child had already arrived at the fat man's side, and pointed at Li Cunxin unscrupulously: "Fat man, is there something wrong with this old guy?"

The officers in the command were dumbfounded.

A few hours earlier, they had heard their comrades back talking about the little boy with a smile on their faces. I heard that this little boy not only attacked and killed ten Jiepeng escort soldiers one after another and rescued more than 200 prisoners of war, but was also left behind the enemy by Major General Fatty, and controlled more than a dozen arranged mecha to attract enemy troops.

At the time, everyone thought it was a fantasy. According to common sense, a two- or three-year-old child, no matter how talented he is, is only the age of babbling. It is not uncommon to know thousands of words, know a few Chinese, and even do pull-ups with one hand. But to say that he can attack and kill ten heavily armed Jeppen soldiers, and can take on the task of holding down an armored battalion by himself, is simply a myth!

But now that they saw the little boy in front of them, they didn't have the slightest suspicion. The speed of the body, the tone and demeanor, where is a two- or three-year-old child, this is clearly a demon!

"Why are you so rude?" The fat man was in a good mood, and immediately put aside the intention of scolding, rolled his eyes, glanced at Li Cunxin, and said with an embarrassed face: "How can these words be said in front of others?!"

The officers have strange faces, this fat man, is a fool!

"Isn't it just a matter of holding a position?" The little kid pouted, climbed three times and climbed on the fat man's shoulder and said, "Such a simple thing, he also wants to send a group to others, isn't there something wrong?!"

Pei Litong's mind turned very quickly, and he heard some clues, and immediately asked, "General Tian, if you hold the position, how are you going to defend it?!"

The old man beside him glared at the little boy angrily, the old and the young stared at each other, and after a while, Li Cunxin was defeated.

Glaring at the little brat, it stared at the sky and didn't even blink.

"I'm not going to get involved in defense." The fat man shook his head.

The officers who were looking forward to hearing a brilliant plan had a sweet throat and a sweet eye, what is wrong with this fat man?!

The fat man tapped his finger on the electronic map where the Jeppen base was located, and then leisurely continued, "I just need to make it impossible for them to assemble and attack in less than ten hours!"

Pei Litong's eyes lit up, and Li Cunxin on the side was also stunned and turned his head.

"Then you mean to take the initiative?!"

"It's not a good thing to attack," the fat man smiled incomparably straightforwardly and cutely, "Ten mechas, at most, it's just a bother." We'll have to rush to Hot Springs to join the attack."

Excuse me. Looking at the somewhat shy expression of this fat major general Lelei, I don't know why, all the Chakner officers felt that the cold wind was blowing, and the cold hairs on their bodies exploded all at once.

The troops are ready to move.

In the endless positions, the soldiers in dirty dark green combat uniforms began to make preparations.

Silently and carefully, they put on their tactical vests, distributed energy magazines, opened the mechanical attachment of their combat uniforms, strapped heavy backpacks, and held their guns. Leaning against the pit walls on both sides of the position, they lined up in two long lines. Quietly wait for the order to go.

From here to the hot spring town, there are more than two hundred kilometers. It also takes two hours for the mech to run at full speed. If you walk on only two legs, it will take more than forty hours to march without sleep.

However, modern infantry warfare has long been mechanized. A large number of off-road trucks, transport mechs, armed troop carriers and self-propelled guns are equipped with sufficient mobility for infantry divisions. Even though many off-road trucks have been abandoned and transport mechs have been largely destroyed along the way, the mechanical capacity is used as much as possible with the perfect marching protocols. Coupled with the auxiliary mechanical attachment device in the infantry combat uniform, it is expected that it will take less than five hours to reach the hot spring town.

A mechanical attachment device is a few wires attached to the limbs of the body. Its function is to transfer the weight of soldiers through micro engines and machines, help soldiers save physical strength when marching from a distance, speed up marching, and increase jumping and climbing ability.

Such installations, in the ancient Earth period, were intended as combat equipment. However, because of the emergence of energy weapons and mechas, because of the change in the mode of warfare, and the high manufacturing cost and the outrageous cost performance of limited combat applications, it was finally gradually improved, reduced costs, and became a modern auxiliary device.

In the fifth sector behind the position, the transport mechs of the mech research team have put away the mechanical legs and stabilizer bars and closed the armor cover. Retreat to the edge of a circular mound. Twenty scientists in white research suits and more than a dozen Chuckner officers were staring intently at the ten white mechs that were moving around in the center of the field.

These white humanoid mechs are 760 centimeters tall and weigh 48 tons. The head is in the style of an iron-clad helmet, with thin folds pressed on top of each other that extend to the back of the neck. On broad shoulders, the curved, streamlined armor has an open and closed metal cabin on the left and right. The shutter opened, and there were two energy cannons with a caliber of 112 mm.

The mecha has slender limbs and pieces of fish-scale external armor, covering the whole body. At the elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles, there is a beautiful pattern of black joint armor. Mecha back. Two wings are hidden on either side of the teardrop-shaped auxiliary thrusters. Once opened, it's like an eagle's wings.

The entire mecha looks like it has an extremely shocking aesthetic. However, if you consider their design parameters, people will know that this is currently the most cutting-edge killing machine of Fimeng Technology!

The tentative name of the mecha is Thunder.

With a thunderbolt, the spring thunder shook these mechas, pinning the hopes of all the Fijian people.

In the center of the field, a mecha stood up, its body rolled in the air two times in succession, and its right leg was thrown out, pumping towards another white mecha. The attacked mecha retreated sharply, and its body pulled out three phantoms in the air. After landing for the first time, when he rose up again, the phantom had already become six, and then, twelve, twenty-four. One is in hot pursuit, and the other is retreating at the touch of a button. The two mechs were in the middle of the narrow field, and between the other eight mechs, they rushed back and forth like lightning, and in just a few seconds, I don't know how many back and forth they ran, and how many punches and kicks each attacked. The phantoms only saw the people next to him dumbfounded.

This is the strength of a God of War-level machine?!

The officers looked at the screen of the data collection instrument on the side, and looked at each other for the ninth generation of the civet cat, which was replaced by the twelfth generation of thunder, plus the control technology of the god of war. It's no wonder that Major General Leray didn't take the attack on the Jeppen base as a thing at all. With the means of these fighters, I'm afraid that Jiepeng's eighth-generation and ninth-generation mecha can't even block a single move!

Being targeted by such a group of people, just thinking about it, makes my vest feel cold!

Although the officers felt shocked, the researchers on the side were even more bright-eyed, trembling with excitement, and couldn't help themselves. After these mechs were built, they passed thousands of computer simulation tests and hundreds of base performance tests.

However, no matter how you test it, the highest level of the fighter who pilots the mecha is only level nine.

Being able to be tested by these God of War level 10 or above is a surprise for all researchers.

And when they saw that the mecha they had researched and built could actually exert their performance to such an extent, the sense of pride and accomplishment was simply incomprehensible. If nothing else, the data collector alone has these peak data that are far higher than the previous tests, and it is a great achievement to take them back! Even if you're in danger because of this test, it's worth it!

"Lao Tzu has lived all his life, and this is the first time that I have the idea of being in a desperate situation and not wanting to run away!" A Chackner officer muttered to himself.

The companions beside him all nodded silently. I made up my mind. After a while, when the large army is finished, go on your own. In any case, see for yourself how these guys devastate the Jeppen base. As long as the thought of ten mechs fighting against Jiepengren, everyone's hearts couldn't help but beat faster. What would that look like?!

"No," a mech stopped, and the fat man opened the cockpit canopy and shook his head at Milan.

Everyone's hearts are tight. In a fit of anxiety, the researchers and officers surrounded them.

"What's wrong?" The crowd was gossiping.

Boswell, who was smiling with a dazzling smile in his arms, was also startled and asked urgently, "Found a hidden danger?!"

"There's nothing wrong with the mech itself, but the problem is in the way it is controlled."

The fat man shook his head and let out a long sigh. With a heavy face, he said to Boswell, "You have also read the information of the Sevenart Twelfth Generation Mecha that Butt gave you. Now it's not a question of the mech's ability, it's a matter of control technology. It's okay to equip such a mecha with bandits, but it's basically impossible for other mecha warriors to exert its power."

The researchers were still thinking intently, and Li Cunxin had already touched Pei Litong with his arm.

The two exchanged a meaningful look.

The first appearance of the twelfth generation mecha became the special mecha of the "bandit army", he, mother, yes, this fat man is not a fuel-efficient lamp!

The order to set off was given.

One Chakna soldier after another, quickly and silently made their way through the trenches. The exit that converged to the rear of the position, the entire position, like a large piece of farmland with a hole in the ditch, the water beeped out, and the whole position, patches of dark green kept decreasing.

Two long dragons, along the valley behind the 415 position, marched into the distance. In the center of the flow of people, there are hundreds of transport mechs, self-propelled guns and armed troop carriers.

Because the 51st Infantry Division had already rushed to Hot Spring Town in advance, there were already engineering regiments on the temporary roads along the way that had opened roads and bridges in the mountains and rivers, and now the team only needed to follow this road all the way. Go to Hot Springs Town and meet the fate of this team.

Or break out, or annihilate!

As if to see off the troops, at the other end of the 415 heights, fierce artillery and explosions were heard in the distance. From time to time, the warriors looked back into the distance.

They knew that it was ten Feimeng 12th generation mechas, under the control of ten mecha gods of war, attacking the Jiepeng advance base.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion resounded through the valley.

The whole earth shook in the explosion.

The soldiers did not stop, they walked briskly. A communications soldier was walking when he suddenly held down his headset and stopped on the side of the road.

The warriors who passed by him couldn't help but look at him.

The communications soldier's mouth slowly cracked, and his face turned red with excitement. "First attack, kill a battalion commander, sixty-three mechs, destroy an arsenal."

The long procession meandered forward, full of jubilation.