The Jiepeng S177 [Undercurrent] fighter plane took off from behind the mountains in the distance, roaring over the city.

The original bustling city is as silent as death.

There are very few pedestrians on the street. As far as the eye could see, there were groups of heavily armed Jeppen soldiers.

Military control has been imposed in all cities. Armoured vehicles with machine guns were parked at every intersection, and piles of sandbags and fences compressed the wide streets into a small gap like a about to close. The mecha cruised back and forth, and the expressionless Jeppen guards, checking the identity of every pedestrian, brutally searched their bodies.

The buildings on both sides of the street have been changed beyond recognition. The beautiful façade is littered with bullet marks and holes, all the marks of smoke and fire.

Neon signs and advertisements are in tatters. The twisted steel bracket, touched by the swinging cable from time to time, burst into a cloud of sparkling. On the ground, there are all kinds of garbage scattered around.

The public screen, which lacks most of the corner, is still flickering, and from time to time an advertisement lights up, the beautiful housewife and her husband have just warmly embraced each other, and before the product screen has time to zoom in, the picture is once again mired in a mess of mottled patterns, leaving only a burst of noise on the empty street.

After the invasion of the Jiepeng people, the residents of Canglang Star could only take refuge at home. Although the collapse of buildings and the rubble of the ruins told them how dangerous their homes were, it was much safer for these ordinary people to be at home than in the presence of the inhuman Jeppen soldiers.

As long as there is food, as long as the environmental balance system in Space City is working, no one wants to venture into the streets.

Looking at the corpses lying on the street downstairs, and seeing the street entrances being dragged aside from time to time, beaten, or even shot to death by passers-by, the only thing everyone can do is to close the doors and windows and cover their children's eyes.

No one thought of it. Canglang Star. It's so easy to lose.

The bustling and bustling base around the city was reduced to rubble by the night's earth-shaped light and deafening explosions. Those soldiers who walked in groups on the streets of the commercial center when they were on vacation. Those hurried military vehicles. Those mobilized ground mechs and self-propelled guns in formation. It's gone.

City Ground Television Station. network and all sources of information. All have been taken over by the Jeppen people. Turn on the TV. The only place you can see. It's the announcement of Jeppendi.

But. After all, there is some news that the Jeppen people can't block the land. For example. There are also two divisions in the republic. In the insistence on resisting the message.

The news. It has become the spiritual pillar of all Chakners. They paid all their attention to the anticipation of an early counteroffensive by the main forces. are concentrated on these two divisions.

How exhilarating. In the devastating blow of dozens of enemy divisions. These good chakner boys survived. These days. They dragged the Jeppen people around. The Jeppons struggled to catch them. Want to surround and annihilate them. But. Until now. The Jeppen people did not succeed either.

can make the Jiepeng people deflated, what a delightful thing these two respected division commanders have done!

Although in the hearts of most people, they know that these two divisions will eventually be wiped out one day, but before the final news comes, people are always willing to think about the best place.

These two divisions are a glimmer of fire in everyone's hearts. It is a flame of hatred and a flame of hope.

People were probing around, greedily asking for all the news about the two divisions. From the number to the current position, from the general to the specific battle, as long as they heard that there was a small victory in the battle, the men would lower their voices and cheer. Women, on the other hand, will hold their children in their arms, their eyes shining.

These two divisions are like a racing horse that is not favored. This time there were Chuckners, and they all made bets on it. Even though he knew that the chances of the horse winning were slim, he remained loyal.

The city of Canglang Star has been completely controlled by the Jeppen people. As the giant transport ships landed, the hulls slowly unfolded and turned into huge military bases, firmly attached to the city, and the countless Jeppen soldiers began to move towards the farther gathering areas and towns.

As the third most powerful country in mankind after the Republic of Feiyang and the Binarte Empire, the planet of Chakna, after a long period of immigration and management, has broken away from the pattern of a planet with only a few dozen large and small cities. The rapidly increasing population and economy have made the cities of the Chuckner immigrant planet bigger and bigger, and as the cities radiate around, there are settlements and towns.

Although most of these towns are agricultural, there are usually troops stationed in many of the main transportation routes. There is only one squad for the few, and one battalion for the few.

Although these armies are only Level 3 or Level 4 troops, and in some places even Level 5 units of the police and militia, if the entire planet is dotted with armies gathered together, it will still be a threat to the Jeppen people who have not established themselves and want to stabilize the situation as soon as possible.

The two Chakner divisions that are now insisting on resistance have only held out until now because of the many routs along the way and the addition of troops stationed along the way.

Looking at the silent and dilapidated city, looking at the restless faces of his wife and children, looking at the map, imagining the fate of the two Chakner divisions, all the residents of Canglang Star could do was to pray for the early arrival of the counteroffensive. I hope that the two Chakner divisions can bring a little warmth to the blood in this difficult day.

A beast-shaped wide-body command mech, like an eight-legged horse, moved quickly through the streets.

In front of and behind them, forty Jiepeng ninth-generation [civet] humanoid individual mechs were running quickly across the ruins of the street with their world-famous gentle cat steps.

Admiral Zekshi Slent rubbed his waist with a faint pain, withdrew his gaze from the silent city streets outside the window, looked at the respectful Lieutenant General Sadji in front of him, frowned slightly, and said in a very slow voice: "The battle in Karachi is not over yet?" ”

Maggie's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he hurriedly replied: "Your Excellency, our army has occupied the hot spring towns and the towns of Kraft in the upper reaches of Karachi, cut off the enemy's retreat, and surrounded the enemy. On the perimeter, two more armored divisions and three infantry divisions were deployed along the line. The enemy's 13th Armored Division and 51st Pilot Division are the turtles in the urn! ”

"The turtle in the urn!" Parentt snorted coldly, and her yellow eyebrows suddenly stood up strangely: "It's the turtle in these two urns, you have been catching it for ten days!" ”

"I'm sorry, General." Maggie leaned on his heels and stood on his right path in fear.

"How long do I have to wait to report back to General Yuto Mikami?"

Parent's anger comes and goes as quickly as it comes, making it unpredictable. His voice was slow and muffled again. It's like talking to yourself

With his eyelids on his eyelids, his raised eyebrows drooped again.

"Two days!" Maggie did not dare to be late, and replied firmly: "The enemy's first line of defense has been broken by our army on all fronts. As long as they broke through the second line of defense they were currently holding, they would have to retreat to a narrow strip of less than two kilometers by the Karachi River, waiting for their deaths. ”

"It hurts a little." Parentt waved his hand lightly, as if to drive away an insignificant fly: "When we first arrive, we need to have an attitude. ”

His gaze wandered to the porthole of the mech again. At a crossroads where the mecha brigade was passing, the gun-wielding Jeppen soldier respectfully saluted the young soldier who commanded the mecha, and held a few temporary passes, and behind him, a group of Chakner civilians lined up honestly, like a flock of frightened quails.

Soldiers and civilians sped away.

"After this battle, some Chakner people will know our standards."

The corners of Parent's mouth showed a cold smile: "Perhaps, in fact, they already know, but they don't understand how serious we are!" There are always some people who will be lucky. ”

A building with the windows receding. The seven-storey building has collapsed by a fraction of the time. Through a large hole in the exterior wall, a corpse with clothes reduced to rags could be seen, resting limply on a desk.

This scene was glimpsed in front of my eyes. Maggie is low.

"Your Excellency, General!"

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"General," Nash sat on Toyama's arm and untied the strap of his tactical helmet on his chin, scratching at his unkempt head, "What are we going to do next?" ”

When Nash asked, both God and his tone were natural. It's as if the fat man is the commander he's always followed.

It's a recognition that doesn't have to be delayed. For this Major General Lelei who fell from the sky, apart from infinite admiration in his heart, there was no longer even a single star left in his heart.

Compared to Nash, the fat man was very young, only twenty-five or sixteen years old.

There are many young people of Nash's age. Among them are veterans who have been fighting with him for more than a year, and there are also recruits who have just been added to the company. He has also seen a lot of officials with higher official positions than him. Most of them are top students in military academies. After two years of studying in the army, he rose to prominence and became a school officer. It's the age of ambition.

If it were a normal day, Nash probably wouldn't be able to raise his eyelids to look at this white and noisy fat man. Even for major generals, there is nothing remarkable in the eyes of fighters like them who walk on the line of life and death. Usually bullish and coaxing, pointing to the map and strategizing and scheming, they are flustered and dumbfounded when they get to the position, they have seen a lot.

To be honest, when Sun Ping talked about the scene when he encountered the fat man, Nash didn't believe it very much. But the scene he had just seen in the trenches was enough for him to understand what kind of character the unremarkable Major General Le Lei in front of him was.

The mechanic's set Nash doesn't understand. But when it comes to fighting, he is a veteran. As soon as he saw the fat man running and shooting on the position, Nash knew that the fat man was not an ordinary person. This is definitely the most terrifying and ruthless ace sniper who rolls out of the pile of corpses. That sniper rifle is in this guy's hand, it's the scythe of death!

Nash himself has played the sniper rifle, and to be honest, he can't play Feng Laosi.

A static target a few hundred meters away is still accurate to fight. To kill a moving target two or three kilometers away like Feng Laosi can, it is not something he can do.

It is precisely because I have learned and played in person before that I know how difficult it is to be like a fat man in constant motion, and the probe will be killed with one shot, static, dynamic targets!

Some of the fighters counted that the fat man fired a total of thirty-two shots and killed thirty-two enemies. Those who have never been on the battlefield can hardly understand what a terrifying statistic this is. It's not a legend. A qualified sniper misses only a few times in his life. However, this kind of sniping of the fat man is not done in the way of a sniper.

He did not lurk for a long time, did not spend time on observation, and did not sneak and transfer over a large area and long distances. He was like a ground mouse, scurrying around the 100-meter-long position. A probe is a human life. The efficiency of this kind of killing, ten snipers are not comparable to ten machine gunners, and they are not comparable.

Efficiency, that's the scariest thing.

With such a life harvester-like monster on the battlefield, you can imagine how much psychological pressure there is on those charging Jeppen soldiers. They eventually collapsed and fled, and not just because their mechs were taken out. The more important reason actually came from the corpse of a killed officer next to them.

When their mechs fell, the fear that had been building up was like a flood bursting the embankment in an instant. When the first person turned to flee for his life, the person in front of him naturally followed.

Nash is a straightforward person, with a vicious eye, and he also knows how to be a good man.

What kind of commander brings what kind of soldiers. Nash understood this from the day he enlisted. He could see that few of the ragtag soldiers under the fat man were vegetarians.

Who would have a mech in high spirits when enemy shells rained down?

From the mecha control skills displayed by the young machine, Nash could conclude that the seven or eight people who guessed the fist could not be made up all over Chakna!

They are lazy and heartless on the surface. In his bones, he has the self-confidence honed in the brutal battle. Even if they are all rookies who play with guns, they are also rookies after the rest of their lives!

Nash is no fool.

Since God has brought good luck from the sky at the most dangerous time, it is better to follow the luck. Only those idiots who are arrogant and have never been on the battlefield and have not experienced life and death will be unable to get over because of self-esteem and luck.

The fat man welded the external armor piece, covered up the hole that Kozmo had smashed, and jumped off the [Toyama] mecha.

There is basically no damage to this mecha, and it is very measured, and it is basically a hand that is accurately guided by the fat man, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a surgical attack. It only took less than five minutes for the fat man to regain the full performance of [Toyama].

Now, as long as this Toyama is fully recharged, it will be as good as new.

Hearing Nash's question, he wiped his hands with a maintenance cloth and asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"General" Nash patted his ass: "Your will is our life, the 1792 regiment is up and down with a battalion and a company, and you obey your orders." ”

The fat man squinted at the lieutenant company commander, and admired in his heart that he was a veteran of a hundred battles.

It's all so sonorous.

"What's going on down there?" The fat man beckoned to Hargrove, who was second in the boxing rankings, smiled and ran over to take over the mech.

"There's been no movement yet. However, I guess," Nash glanced at Haroff, who was already in his forties, and said worriedly, "that idiot battalion commander is ready to take a gamble." ”

Put all one’s eggs in one basket?! The fat man, who hates people working hard with him, is angry and hateful, and glare: "I'm afraid of him!" How many more of them are there?! ”

"According to our calculations, there are about 120 more people." Nash looked at his battlefield recorder computer: "Before and after, they left at least three hundred people in front of the position. ”

"One hundred and twenty people, four mechs." The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly thought in his heart: "Show me the map." ”

Nash casts the Battlefield Recorder's ground: projection on the chassis of [Toyama].

Jeppen's: Strike position, located behind a small hill about 300 meters directly in front of Heights 347. It is surrounded by lush forests, and on the left and right sides, there are straight cliffs. It looks like a Taishi chair.

Heights 347 occupies the back of the chair, the terrain is dangerous, and a position of 100 meters is enough to block all the access roads of the Jeppen people. This is also the reason why this battalion attacked head-on for half a day, and in ** hours, it only moved twice to outflank and detour. The steep hills on both flanks of the position made it more difficult for them to outflank them than to feint head-on. There were more than twenty mechs around the position, ten of them, all of which were destroyed in two outflanking attempts.

"They're not moving?" The fat man looked at the slopes on both sides of the position on the map, and suddenly frowned.

"Yes, General." Nash replied.

"Kozmo! Hargrove! As soon as the rag in the fat man's hand was thrown away, he grabbed the sniper rifle, put on the helmet, and said hurriedly: "You immediately sneak along the trench to the two wings and kill the enemy mecha that touches it, and then reinforce the position!" Remember, don't be too aggressive. Mechs are still useful. ”

"Yes!" Kozmo and Hargrove quickly got into the mech and started the engine.

"General" Nash's eyes widened and he was a little confused.

"Markavich! Gather now! ”

The fat man roared, and while loading the sniper rifle, he quickly said to Nash, "The people who ordered you are all under the command!" Those guys spent nine hours here beating you up, and that's probably it. They were mechs, and they only sent one in the last attack, just to test our anti-mecha firepower. If you were the commander of the opposing party, how would you fight? ”

Seeing the two mechs activate, the bandit warriors assembled, and the remaining Chakner warriors all stood up nervously.

Nash stared at the map, and a flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in his mind - the reason why the opponent's position did not move was obviously not to give up. They're preparing for a sneak attack!

Although the two wings of Position 347 are steep and difficult to attack, they are not too difficult for mechs. If the opposing commander wants to make a desperate bet, he will definitely choose to use the numerical superiority of the infantry to charge head-on, and then use the mech in his hand to outflank the hillsides along the slopes on both sides! There is no anti-mecha fire on the position, and with a tattered mecha, even if it is three heads and six arms, you have to take care of one or the other!

As long as one of the opponent's mechs rushes into the position, the position is over! One or twenty people are not enough for the mecha energy machine cannon to sweep a shuttle! When the time comes, I'm afraid that I won't even be able to rush up with the fusion grenade!

Fortunately, Major General Fat reacted in time and bought a little time, otherwise, it would be a dead end.

Now the crux of the matter is how many mecha there are in Fang's hands, and how long can the firepower coverage last!

It takes time for the enemy to charge. It also takes time for two bandit fighters to kill each other's mechs.

If more than five mechs charge at the same time on both flanks and frontally, if the enemy's fire coverage can support them to rush to the front of the position, a battle beyond the range of the shells will be miserable!

"Assemble! Obey the general's unified commands. Nash suddenly roared: "Enter the hidden trench, hide, and prepare for battle!" ”

"Let's go!" The fat man took the lead and got into the traffic trench. The Chakna fighters, who received the order, followed closely behind Nash and Markavich without hesitation. The entire mecha trench was like a frying pan, and even the remaining twenty or so bandit rookies also pouted and drilled into the traffic trench.

Fuck it, the enemy killed it and fished out the two capital first!

Almost as soon as everyone arrived at the communication trench, the sound of mecha energy cannons could be heard on the left and right sides of the position, and the sound of explosions and the deafening sound of gold and iron during the struggle could be heard.

Immediately, a roaring sound sounded in the sky. In the blink of an eye, a storm of artillery fire covered the entire position.

This time, the Jeppen people clearly had no intention of keeping their hands. They have almost all the energy that an infantry battalion can equip, and they have played it out.

Hiding in the explosion-proof hole of the hidden trench, the fat man turned blue.

A violent explosion swept through the tunnel. Shockwaves and flames rampaged through the crater. The earth trembled violently. Even if the ears are blocked, the violent sound goes straight to the head. Everyone's mouths were wide open, and the scorching air was breathless. From time to time, there are energy boxes and ammunition explosions, and the explosion-proof canopy of the blast crater makes a piercing sound. The tattered iron that was lifted into the air was mixed with the dirt and rubble and fell like a torrential rain.

Rumble. An explosion-proof hole was accurately hit, and several bandit soldiers and two Chakner soldiers immediately turned into flesh and blood. The stump was cut off and the arm was thrown out of the hidden trench and flew dozens of meters away.

The fat man knew that the enemy, who had figured out the details, would waste their shells with impunity this time. Without artillery countermeasures, this kind of blow will continue forever. Until their own people come into range, or drain all shell energy.

Fortunately, a battalion of the Jeppen had only twenty self-propelled guns, and this benzene guy, who sacrificed mobility for the long barrels of long-range strikes, carried limited ammunition.

In the more than two dozen previous attacks, Nash had called for artillery fire several times to counteract, causing a lot of losses to the Jeppen ground self-propelled guns, and several times to mute fire. Otherwise, without the need for infantry charges, the artillery fire alone would have been enough to flatten the position.

The fat man mentally calculated the mechs and troops that the Jeppen people might have, his eyes became redder and redder, and his face became more and more hideous. The trembling body also miraculously regained its calm after it was completely cleared.

There are more than 100 people left, a few mechas, and they dare to fight hard with Lao Tzu?! Kozmo and Hargrove, solve the mechs on both sides of the position, it will take less than three minutes!!

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