"Kill!"

When they heard this thunderous roar, the Chakna warriors who were running towards the 415 heights were immediately ecstatic.

"It's our people!"

"Here we are, brothers have come to our rescue!" As they ran, they looked ahead in surprise.

Countless self-propelled guns fired after the 415 heights. These self-propelled guns, completely ignoring the danger that the coordinates would be exposed as soon as they fired when Skynet was suppressed, frantically and without intervals, sent energy cannons into the sky. The sky, obscured by white meteors, was overwhelmed by the roar of a train entering a tunnel.

Moments later, an earth-shattering roar resounded through the sky as the first batch of energy shells exploded in the rear of the Jeppen armored battalion's formation.

"Long live Chuckner!!"

Countless Chakna warriors poured down from the mountain.

Although it was only infantry, the collective charge of thousands of people was still like the Yangtze River. The MANPADS and MANPADS in their hands are roaring and roaring. Hundreds of missiles, dragging twisted white tail smoke, emitted a piercing screech in the air, and thousands of energy cannons, machine guns, and rifle cartridge chains formed a dense web of light in an instant.

The valley basin, which had already been filled with thunder, seemed to have detonated 100,000 tons of explosives. Countless mushroom clouds rose into the sky. Black smoke, teeth and claws in the air. Before it had time to dissipate in the violent mountain wind, countless identical black smoke balls appeared out of thin air. Between the black smoke, there was a thick white smoke that could not be dissolved, a crackling of dirt and gravel that could only be heard on the ground in the white smoke, and a red flame that flickered and rose high into the sky.

The Jeppen armored battalion, which was torn to pieces by the red mechs, fell into even greater chaos.

Their main formation was scattered under artillery fire, and their squad of mechs were strangled by the red mechs that swept back and forth like the wind. There are more than 400 mechs, and now there are less than 200 left. These two hundred vehicles are distributed on the ground in a radius of 20 square kilometers, and they are fighting for themselves. No matter how the battalion commander gave orders like crazy, he couldn't focus.

The red-eyed red mecha is constantly dividing between them.

They always appear in the most frightening place at the most frightening time, attack the most frightening part, and then, at the most frightening time, disappear without a trace.

The disappearance of a red mecha team often means that another red team will emerge from nowhere. They are like a delicate machine, under the control of an invisible hand, which bites every gear seamlessly. If, for a period of time, you are not attacked by them, then you should be more careful. Maybe in the next second, three or four red knives will appear from all sides at the same time and stab you into your body.

Fear spreads in the hearts of Jeppen Mecha Warriors. They are not afraid of war, not even death. However, they couldn't face such a frantically knife-wielding opponent who couldn't catch his body.

When the battle enters a state where the comrades-in-arms around him are constantly falling, and they want to fight for their lives but can't find anyone, this battle can no longer be fought.

Moreover, they were instructed to do everything in their power to prevent these enemies from moving closer to Position 415 and to prevent the enemy from merging with Position 415. And that's exactly what they did. However, the eight mecha squads that detoured from the two flanks and killed the enemy's infantry queue were slaughtered cleanly by the red mecha that was like a knife.

Not to mention those squads, at this moment, even the two companies that were in front as the main force were already crumbling. The originally dense formation had been torn to shreds, and on the entire plain, in the east and west, there were more than a dozen large and small mecha groups fighting separately. And most of them are in circular defensive formations, trembling and guarding all around.

Ordinary soldiers couldn't figure out what was going on, and the only one who really understood was the commander of the Jeppen armored battalion with cold hands and feet.

The battalion commander is Chinese New Year's Eve years old.

At the age of thirty, a new child of a low-ranking aristocratic family who started out as a businessman was able to become the battalion commander of the Jeppen armored battalion, which was already a remarkable achievement.

At the age of sixteen, he entered the 68th Royal Military Academy in Jeppon North. At the age of 20, he entered the army with four years of excellent results in all subjects, two years of special training experience and the rank of captain, and became a junior officer.

After eight years of hard work in the army, he finally relied on his excellent military quality and solid military command to conquer the bottom and accumulate military merits and was promoted to a regular position.

For him, these eight years have been eight years of accumulation.

A company can't play a big role on the battlefield, but a battalion can change the outcome of a war! He believes that his command and offensive power will take him to the next eight years.

But he didn't expect that his dream would be shattered at this moment by a dissatisfied red armored company.

He had done his best, and he was ready from the moment this motley army of mechs and infantry began to move closer to this side. Although the scouts sent out one after another had no news, let alone brought back any information, it also made him smell a trace of danger from all kinds of unusualness.

What kind of strength the special battalion of the 172 Division has, he couldn't be clearer. One hundred special mecha were actually annihilated, and none of the more than 20 reconnaissance mecha sent back has already explained the problem.

In this battle, he did not have the slightest emotion of underestimating the enemy. There is no intention of trying to completely annihilate the enemy.

As a commander, what he learned from his mentor was not only military theory and command skills, but also the control of his emotions and ** as a qualified commander.

He doesn't need to annihilate the enemy, he just needs to block the enemy, that's enough! Any unrealistic greed, which ultimately brings, is usually not a winning dessert.

Although his integrated armored battalion had more than 400 mechs, the number was five or six times that of his opponent. However, weighing the benefits and losses between annihilating the opponent and blocking the opponent, and weighing the unusual smell he had smelled before, he still chose a more stable tactic.

By the time the opponent appeared to the east of Bun Khai, his troops were ready for battle and left the base in an orderly manner.

By the time the opponent had reached a third of the basin, his troops had already pounced, forcing the opponent's mecha troops to intercept them, and the infantry troops to the northwest.

When the other party advanced into the middle of the basin, his two wings had already begun to outflank him on a large scale. By the time the flanks were contained by his opponents, his troops had already begun to make a smaller detour.

He's determined to keep these people here!

Even now that he revisits his tactical command, he doesn't think he's made a mistake. The advantage of troops has been used to the extreme, and the weakness of the opponent has not been let go either. In terms of detailed command, he did his best. From the beginning of the battle, Skynet was running at full speed. In the case of suppressing the opponent's electronic system, the entire battle situation is in his hands.

However, it was in such a situation that the opposing commander was forced to turn the tables.

He watched as his troops were slashed by a knife. Whenever he gave an order to the battle situation, he found that the opposing commander was always ahead of him.

That guy, there's always a way to make things more chaotic, there's always a way to cut the troops he's trying to organize closer together more pieced. On several occasions, he thought that he had caught the pulse of the opponent, and several times he commanded his troops to forcibly intercept them, trying to cut off the connection between the opponent's wandering troops and disrupt the opponent's continuous offensive coordination.

Platoon, company after company, under his command, rushed everywhere, exhausted. But in the end, what I got was the news that I was suddenly attacked by the opponent because of the time difference, or because of the time difference, I was calmly escaped by the opponent.

Time difference, time difference. These three words, like a bloody dagger, pierced deep into his heart.

The commander of the opposing party, taking advantage of the time difference, took advantage of the time difference to change his red troops from one company to three companies, three companies! turned their superior troops into weak units that were passively beaten.

Endless artillery fire, falling on all sides.

In front of me, one after another Jiepeng mecha are dodging in a hurry and fighting on their own. Countless Chakner infantry poured down from the 415 position, and they attacked with the red mechs along the valley and along the small slopes on both sides.

When the two Chacner teams, marching in opposite directions, met at a small hill at the mouth of the valley, he heard cheers far louder than the sound of cannons and explosions beside him.

It's all over

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In the mountains along the Karachi River, southeast of Highland 415, six small slopes are undulating, looking like three Bactrian camels sitting on the ground with their heads and tails together. The vegetation is lush and the air is fresh. The moss on the mountain walls, a few gurgling springs, and the crisp birdsong from time to time make it seem unusually peaceful and peaceful.

Suddenly, the birds of the jungle flew into the sky without warning, screaming and fleeing in all directions.

The earth began to tremble. The silence was shattered, and the sound of huge engines sounded from behind the hillside, and dense steel mechs leaped out from behind the hillside, billowing down like galloping horses in the flying dust and smoke. Dense bushes and grassy bushes were shattered under the feet of the huge and heavy machinery, and countless trees were broken in the torrent of steel.

A moment later, the mecha group had already crossed the mountains. The sound of footsteps and the howling of the wind gradually faded away until they became inaudible. The hills, which had regained calm, were already in shambles. Looking down from the sky, four or five teams of the same kind are speeding towards the same place on different hills from a few kilometers to dozens of kilometers!

"Commander," the anxious voice of his subordinates came from the communication channel: "The Chakna troops in the 415 position have been put into attack. The offensive was extremely fierce. Three regiments and one battalion are about to be overwhelmed. ”

"Tell the commander of the first battalion to hold on. He'll take another eight minutes, and I'll give him the first credit! Promote him to be the commander of the regiment! The green tendons on Zhongshanyi's neck jumped violently, and his eyes were as red as blood.

The voice in the communicator was gone, and only the roar of the mecha engine was left in my ears. Nakayama didn't know what the liaison officer said to the commander of the first battalion, he only knew that he was trying his best to lead the team to run. He's going to race against the mud-legged guys who walk on their feet, and in eight minutes, not just five, he'll be there and let the damn Chakner lose all hope at the last minute.

For many years, the god Jepembam had been watching over him. The power of the great gods is everywhere. It only takes five minutes, it only takes five minutes!

In the red eyes, everything disappeared. The mountains, the trees, the sun, the rocks, everything is gone. Even the sound seems to have disappeared...... Except for their own heartbeat.

Everything outside the mecha is twisted in high-speed running.

Distance, time...... The whole world is left with only these two things.

Over the mountains, down the valleys, over the streams, up the steep slopes, along the ridges, and finally, the damned battlefield was right in front of you, filled with countless thunders.

The view, as the hilltop slope disappears, suddenly opens up.

Nakayama stood at the top of the hill and stared blankly at the valley basin...... It was a hellish sight. Dense corpses, dense mecha wreckage, along a zigzag line, all the way to the 415 heights.

Countless flames were scattered on the flat ground, and thick smoke billowed out.

As he expected, the battle continued. However, it was not his armored battalion that was intercepting and strangling the enemy, on the contrary, it was the red mechs that were strangling them.

And their infantry ranks have reached the mountainside of the 415 position.

The escaped mongrels are using the MANPADS and energy cannons they just got their hands on to fire at the Jeppen mechs that are fighting each other. They kept a safe distance and could retreat back into their positions at any moment.

How many escaped? A thousand or fifteen hundred?

The guys who weren't firing were jumping and screaming. The deafening cheers, in the sound of artillery and explosions, turned out to be so clear.

The mecha radar suddenly emitted a series of prompts. The Nakayama wing turned his head blankly, and two armored battalions, almost simultaneously, appeared in the southeast and northeast positions of the valley basin.

That's two battalions of the 59th Division.

Looking at the red mecha in front of him, who were still wantonly strangling his subordinates, Zhongshan Yi only felt that the fire was raging, rushing straight from his heart to his brain. All sanity was burned to the ground at this moment!

"Kill! Kill! His voice trembled, as if muttering to himself.

"Kill, kill me!" His voice was amplified, with a nervous agitation.

"Rush up to me and kill them!" Nakayama roared frantically, pushing the mecha lever and rushing down the hill first. His movements were too fast, too sudden, and when the Jepeng mecha warriors who came back to their senses rushed down the mountain, the distance between them and him had already widened by nearly four hundred meters.

In the basin, there are less than a hundred Jepeng mechas.

"He,, want to kill me, want to stop Lao Tzu." Surrounded by the nine gold medal fighters who had refocused, the fat man went on a killing spree, and the fight was extremely enjoyable, shouting: "Come on, come on!" ”

"General, enemy reinforcements are coming." Markwich reminded.

"Reinforcements?" The fat man looked around blankly, and saw that in the southeast and northeast directions, countless Jiepeng mecha poured out of the mountains and valleys like a tide. In front of them, a Jeppen civet led two hundred civets with orange joints to charge towards them viciously.

"Shameless!" The fat man was so angry that he smoked. Lao Tzu worked hard to level the battle, and just had a little advantage, so he came to reinforcements! These dogs, the day, are so unreasonable!

"You guys get out first!" The fat man gritted his teeth and stared at the mecha that was rushing towards him alone. Seeing that the other party was so arrogant, I felt sad and indignant and wronged.

For a while, anger rose from the heart, evil was born to the side of the guts, and as soon as he pulled the control lever, the mecha rose into the air: "Lao Tzu will do it again, he dog, day, one vote!" ”

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