Central City East District 1, Evergreen Neighborhood.

With the roar of the engine, a red humanoid mech turned out from behind the half-collapsed church wall on the street corner.

The mecha's five-stage iron-gray metal paws rattled against the broken bricks and rubble of the uneven ruins. The external auxiliary drive rod of the leg is telescopic back and forth. The red upper body of the mecha is cushioned by the hip bone and abdominal suspension system, and the pace of the random armor rises and falls rhythmically, while the hideous energy cannon muzzle on the shoulder, under the action of the mecha computer and mechanical correction device, deviates from the state of body bumps, and always maintains a precise balance of the direction of the suspicious area.

"Safety." Hans. Stepp reported in a dull, deep voice in the communication channel, then minimized the communication volume knob on his helmet. For the chattering squad leader, he was really tired.

Pushing the joystick and stopping his beloved red Rafale by the fountain in the Evergreen Little Boy's Center Plaza, Stepp turned on the cockpit's forced ventilation system, leaving the canopy open a little bit in an attempt to banish the lingering smell of oil from the modified energy attack system.

On the mecha radar, there were no suspicious targets except for the main team that was slowly approaching behind him. Stepp lit a cigarette, tilted his head, and adjusted the optical sight for routine vigilance observation.

Evergreen is one of the oldest districts in Canterlot, and Little Boys Rotunda is the intersection of eight main streets. The street, which stretches radially in eight directions, is like a giant Chinese character for "rice", cutting the entire district of Evergreen.

Because the Evergreen Zone was built before the climate transformation of the Mars Free World, the lack of tools and materials and the factors to match the environmental isolation cover in mid-air made the first people to land on this planet have to build the low-rise houses in this area in the most primitive way. **

These brick and wood structures of ancient buildings still seem to have an unusual ancient charm. With the climate transformation going well, more and more people are moving to the planet Mars. The district of Evergreen is also expanding more and more in all directions. Eventually, this district was connected with several other central areas formed by the containment hood, and became the current Canterlot.

Thousands of years have passed, and the houses here have been rebuilt and repaired several times, and they are no longer the buildings they used to be. However, the architectural style and the planning of the entire district are still intact. When Slipp was a child, he often followed his parents here. The bronze statue of the little boy with a bare ass in the fountain of the circular square, the pigeon in the square. They were his best playmates when his parents went to church to pray sincerely.

As a teenager, the taverns on the streets of due south were the favorite places for him and his companions. I don't know how many times they were kicked out because they weren't old enough, and they cheekily pretended to be eighteen years old and went into another tavern until late at night.

But now. All these good memories have been reduced to rubble.

As far as the eye can see, the houses around the square have collapsed one by one, and the ruins that are still standing are full of traces of smoke and fire. The bluestone streets are paved with broken wood and broken bricks, and the pavement of the original street is barely visible. The bronze boy in the central fountain is only half of his body left, and the magnificent church has also collapsed in half, and from the outside, you can directly see the broken wooden benches in the church and the crucifix on the front choir wall. Memories of the South Street Bistro. It has been destroyed by the war, and now it is empty. There were only a few broken pillars, ruins more than a meter high, and weeds that had already sprouted a long time.

Stepp looked up at the sky, and a dove cooed, low, flapping its wings into the air, streaking across the gray sky and flying under the broken eaves of the church. ^^

He watched quietly, the only thing he could remember. These pigeons. After living here for I don't know how many years, they can't leave here. I don't know if these animals will realize that when they see the world with their smart eyes, all this in front of them means a disaster.

Perhaps, they have no thoughts, in troubled times. Happier than humans.

The sound of engines and footsteps rang out. Eleven mechs gathered from all directions one after another to the small circular square, which was the people of the reconnaissance team. In charge of the forward guard of the brigade, presumably, the surrounding area has been surveyed.

Stepp continued to look up at the half-remaining roof of the church, and it seemed to him that waiting for the dove to reappear was far more important than any other companion.

"These damn Purotown bandits." A Rafale stopped at the edge of the pool, the cockpit door opened, and the captain of the detection team with a pair of triangular eyes and skinny monkey jumped out of the cockpit, unchained his trousers and peed into the dry pool. kept scolding and scolding: "Let Lao Tzu catch them, you have to give them a good look!" ”

Stepp gave the squad leader a disdainful look, dropped the cigarette butt, and slammed the cockpit shut. The only thing these people can do, except to follow behind other people's butts and keep a cautious distance from each other to prevent sneak attacks, is to watch the camps being destroyed.

The fact that the 4th battalion was destroyed has long frightened everyone, including the command. Perhaps, the only one who dares to shout is this monkey who is accustomed to boasting about himself!

"The third group, go and replace the first group. Be vigilant. The captain of the monkey squad shook his body, pulled up his trouser chains, arranged the extended vigilance mission, looked back and saw Stepp's mecha, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and waved his hand: "Stepp, you go too"

Six red mechs were activated, stepping on the uneven pile of ruins, and walking in a southeasterly direction. The narrow streets had long been buried in the rubble, and the scattered mechs simply passed directly between the empty ruins of the houses, and some of the brick walls were knocked to the ground by the mechs, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Perhaps frightened by the arrival of the mecha, the dove that flew into half of the roof of the church never reappeared. Stepp sighed, activated the mech, and slowly walked through a few companions who were leaning against the mech chatting and smoking, and walked southeast. As he passed a small inn building with a large hole in its front wall, he looked back at the church, and heard the sudden burst of laughter from the monkey captain and his sycophantic companions.

Slipp suddenly felt a little sad. He couldn't understand why he was so crazy about joining the army in the first place. Starting as an ordinary mercenary, he, like many of the youth of Freeport Mars, desperately trained and manifested himself in order to join the almost mythical armored battalion in their ***.

At that time, their blood was boiling, and they were always holding back their energy, wanting to prove themselves and make contributions!

They believe that there is always a big battle in the free world. Those were ordinary youths who couldn't become the core disciples of the mecha school. The only chance to overthrow the inherent order of this world, accomplish some feats, and completely defeat those high-spirited wives. They believed that only the Northern Alliance was the real army, and their persistence in the brutal training for themselves was a blockbuster for the upcoming war. And excited.

To this day, Stepp still remembers his own vanity when he whispered to his companions about the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment, watching the recruits who didn't know anything eager to gather around and listen, and remembering his own shallowness when he mysteriously told the recruits how powerful this almost mythical mech regiment was. Of course, he remembered that he couldn't sleep for a few days when he was excited when he learned that he had been selected for training in the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment. Walking on the road, he always holds his head high, and while not squinting, he uses his afterglow to collect people's envious gaze.

The mecha is getting farther and farther away from the central square. Looking through the empty ruins, the 1st Company of the 2nd Battalion and the 2nd Company Ground Brigade could be seen passing through the wide gentle slope of the city's Highland Gardens two kilometers away into the ruins of buildings in the Evergreen neighborhood.

Stepp spat hard.

Now, all the mysterious aura of this army has faded.

It's a bunch of inhuman mongrels! And like many people, I'm a wretched worm who is engulfed by mongrels like the monkey squad leader! In the beginning, I kept telling myself that this was war. Destroy the city. The slaughter of all immediate targets without scruples is part of the war.

It wasn't until one day that he learned that most of the high-ranking officials of the Northern Alliance, and even the grassroots officers like Monkey, were the remnants of the Nadmik Dynasty and their princes and ministers, and the officers of the Guards, that it dawned on me that in the eyes of this gang of mongrels. The lives of ordinary people. It is no different from pigs and dogs. Shooting civilians indiscriminately is not a war necessity, it is simply because they want to.

But. What if you know, the battle has reached this point, and you have no way to retreat! Staple glanced behind him, perhaps, he should find an opportunity to give the monkey squad leader who had killed a dozen civilians in front of him a deadly black gun.

Taking over from the first team on extended vigilance, Stepp began to tedious routine surveillance, rotating the television at 360 degrees, and monitoring every target that might have moved or was moving. \The role of radar here is very small,The stealth mode of the general mecha,The detection area of the mecha can be reduced to the size of a lunch box,It is difficult to be detected,Plus the unevenness of the ground is the reduction of the radar detection angle by the terrain,If you don't cooperate with dynamic scanning,This thing is useless。

In the communication channel with the volume turned to the lowest, the voice of the company commander Elmer giving orders was heard again. Perhaps it was because he received new information from the headquarters about the bandit mecha team, and Elmer cursed loudly, his tone similar to that of Captain Monkey. Elmer was furious at the fact that he was being led by the nose by the bandit mecha team.

Stepp knew that since the 4th Battalion had been annihilated, the command had ordered the 1st and 2nd Battalions to remain close enough to avoid being broken by the enemy. After all, in addition to the armored battalions of the infantry division with low combat effectiveness, these two battalions of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment are the main armored forces of Canterlot and cannot afford to be missed.

However, it was clear that the Command did not want to protect itself, or rather, the actions of the bandit armored squad had angered the Command. They easily jumped out of the encirclement formed by the various forces of the Northern Alliance, attacking any target they wanted along the way.

Among the targets of the attack were a certain section of the defensive line, the station of an infantry regiment, a logistics transfer station, a warehouse for storing materials, a gun repair station and a bridge.

Enraged, the command mobilized almost all the troops that could be mobilized. Trying to limit the space for the bandit mech squad, dragging them down, and annihilating them. So, despite being commanded, you can't be too far away from each other. The first and second battalions of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment were still centered on the main base, and they were tired of moving around, cooperating with the temporary blocking points formed by the infantry to compress them

Stapp believed that the guy who led the bandit squad was definitely an expert at hide and seek. From East 2nd District to West 1st District, then to East 1st District, and finally back to the two Blood Shadow Armored Battalions in East 2nd District. I was almost lured crazy by my opponent! Most of the time, they can't even see the shadow of their opponents, and only through orders and messages from headquarters do they know who the opponent has attacked and where they have arrived, and then they cancel the previous order of action and change the direction. Continue the pursuit.

On several occasions, the reconnaissance team in charge of the proliferation alert almost caught the tail of the opponent. Slipp himself even saw a cyan mecha running over from a small hill less than a kilometer away from him with a shy stomach, but so what, every now and then, there would always be a warning from the headquarters about the overall disjointed distance. If the pursuit continues, friendly forces will not be able to rush to support within the allotted time. And by the time the friendly forces arrived at the corresponding position, those cyan mechs had long since lost their sights.

Slipp thought it was a little ridiculous. Not only was he led by the nose by the enemy, but he was also pulled by the tail by friendly forces. Such an action is a waste of mental and physical strength. It really doesn't make any sense. After going around for a few hours, even the most energetic self in the company is a little tired, and the other companions are probably even more painful. This pointless transfer of running without a goal and repeatedly is a double blow to the body and spirit.

Soon. The order was given through the squad channel. Slipper smiled bitterly, no wonder Aylmer was angry, the third company and the first battalion were once again distanced. They came from the south, because the bandit squad had just blown up the road bridge over the river and the sappers had not been able to finish the bridge before they arrived. They will be more than twenty minutes late again. This also means: The two companies of the 2nd Battalion had to return the same way. Try to get as close as possible to the river road bridge to avoid the overall disconnection and repeat the mistakes of the 4th Battalion.

In the communication channel, there was a lot of cursing and screaming. Stepp turned his head to see that the Rafale that had just entered the Evergreen neighborhood was turning in place in a mess, waiting for the mechs behind him to turn away. And those mecha parked in the central square of the little boy were also in a mess, and the fast ones had already started the mecha and rushed to the back, and the slow ones were still closing the cockpit that had just been opened

What strict discipline and order, there is no shadow at this moment.

It's human nature to complain. It is also the most contagious virus. Hours of running back and forth have exhausted everyone and lost their patience. What's even more terrifying is that the trust and obedience to the command, including Stepp himself, has now turned into suspicion that those staff officers don't have a backache when they sit and talk, damn, what are they trying to do with such an idiotic transfer?

Beside him, the other six mechs that were responsible for expanding the vigilance had already walked over.

Stepp lit a cigarette and watched his companions stand crookedly beside him, and there was a guy who even controlled the mech to sit cross-legged on the ground, as if that way, the mech could also get a rest. This group is basically a native of Mars, and they often complain and even anger in private about what the Northern Alliance has done during this time.

Since the rear team has changed to the front team, then, the matter of vigilance, it is not the turn of these people. Slipp suddenly had a feeling, as if he had just watched a movie and was waiting for the crowd to leave. They don't want to join in the fun.

Dynamic scanner with a beeping warning sound. Stepley ignored it. This thing can't tell friend from foe. Now the gusts of wind of the two companies are squeezing around in a chaotic manner, and it is strange that the scanner does not warn.

The warning sounded hysterically, and in annoyance, Stepp looked up and reached for the switch. Then he saw a picture that he did not forget until he died of old age

In the ruins in the distance, dozens of cyan mechs scattered and clinged to the ground, rushing towards the group of red mechas.

Like, in the grass, dozens of hunting green wolves, galloping!