The dense swarm of [Thunder and Lightning] fighters traveled between large and small pumice stones, like peregrine falcons in the dense forest at dusk. /

Seeing that Duke Humphrey's escape pod had its propeller destroyed, and the situation was precarious, the pilots of Binarte were all red-eyed. What safe flight rules, what instructors teach, what fighters' performance limits, all thrown out of the clouds. All the fighters are flying at top speed, and no one cares about how complicated and dangerous the terrain is.

The fiery red light clusters that bloomed because of a mishandling error and hit an asteroid suddenly shone in the frenzy of speeding fighters, which was shocking.

However, no one paid any attention to these hapless pilots. The companions who followed them only deflected the control stick, allowing the fighter plane to pass by the bright and dark fireball like lightning, and continue to fly towards the central theater of operations.

As an old empire, the Binarte Empire has ancient customs and long traditions. In a sense, customs and traditions are implicit laws. It is even stronger, more widespread, and more powerful than the law.

Every Binarte who grew up in an imperial state with the aristocracy as the main class had already carved the concept of hierarchy into his bones. Just like now, all the warriors understood what Humphrey, for the Binarte Empire, meant!

He was no ordinary aristocrat.

He was an Imperial Admiral; He is a leading figure among the younger generation of imperial generals; is the current head of the Humphrey family, one of the four major families; An Imperial Duke who rules over a family planet with hundreds of thousands of armies and two royal elephant fleets!

No one dared to imagine what would happen to Humphrey if he were killed here.

It would have been the worst defeat the Reich had suffered since the Battle of Carlston thirty years earlier, the most unacceptable humiliation and blow to the Reich nobility! Everyone present will face the wrath of the royal family and the aristocracy, the censorship of the imperial security department, and the trial of the imperial court!

The thought of the death of the Lord has long been the faith of every Humphrey Fleet soldier with all his body and soul. They were Humphrey retainers. In their minds, the life of the Duke is far more precious than their own life 10,000 times! No one would hesitate to trade all the lives of the entire fleet for Humphrey's survival.

The battle, as it approached the outskirts of the Central Theater of Operations, entered.

More than two hundred [Thunderbolts] rushed to the front, and they were entangled by one hundred [Dragon Fighters].

The two sides were like two huge waves moving in the opposite direction, and in an instant at the intersection of the ground, they collided into a messy splash that rose to the sky. Fighter planes hovered through the pumice stones, chasing and fighting each other. Balls of fire, rising in the golden light flowing asteroid. The invisible shock wave caused the gas, dust, and rubble to diffuse into a staggered circle in all directions.

The [Thunderbolt] group that hurriedly returned to defense did not have the terrain as imagined. Without a strict formation, 1,200 fighters stretched nearly 10,000 kilometers, and it was simply impossible to concentrate combat effectiveness. And the performance of their ground fighters, in the confrontation with the [Dragon Fighter], is also at a significant disadvantage. When they are in a hurry to break through, they are simply the target of the cunning and ferocious [Dragon Fighter]!

The three teams of [Dragon Fighters], after handing over the task of attacking the escape pod to the mecha team led by the fat man, all invested in intercepting the [Thunderbolt] group. Destroy the tail thruster of the escape pod and they've done their job. The rest of the land is the matter of the mecha god of war. All they could do was buy time and pray for the two poor Binarte mechs, hoping they wouldn't be beaten too badly.

The group of fighters is strangling, and the airspace is completely boiling.

And the center of the originally lively place has been deserted.

When Cohen and Breed, pilots of the [Verdict] Transformation Pilots, watched the ~= flying fighters go away in droves, and saw twenty cyan mechs swaggering in front of them, their first reaction was to make a mistake. The second reaction is to laugh angrily!

The original escape pod's tail thruster was destroyed, and in the face of more and more attacks from space fighters, Cohen and Breed had a hard time. Their mechs can roam through groups of large, slow-turning warships, but that doesn't mean they're invincible in a group of equally agile fighters. The ground combat mode of space fighters is originally to win with agility and speed.

In the last few tens of seconds, in the face of nearly a hundred times the number of fighters they had, Cohen and Breed had already given up a large-scale kill, and chose to retreat to the side of the escape pod, guarding with all their might, waiting for the rescue of the [Thunderbolt] group. Unexpectedly, at this moment, these fighters gave up the attack and ran to intercept the [Thunderbolt] group, and handed over the task of attacking the escape pod to twenty mechas!

With twenty mechs, he wanted to defeat himself Cohen and Brid, and laughed in unison. They feel that these idiots in front of them can't help but think too highly of themselves.

This will be the worst mistake this difficult and tattered fleet will make in this battle!

Two [rulings], almost at the same time, put away the traction engines.

The scorpion pincer external traction engine is used when facing warplanes or long-distance warships. The small area between the mechs, the auxiliary thrusters on the back of the mechs and the soles of the feet, is sufficient.

When the engine cracked into small squares, shrunk into two small olive-shapes, and put them into the storage compartment on the two ribs of the mech, Cohen and Breed rushed at the oncoming twenty bandit mechs and fired a set of light signals.

The whole world seemed to fall silent all at once.

The duel between the frenzied warplanes could no longer attract the attention of the soldiers on both sides who were rapidly moving closer to the central theater of operations. The eyes full of light clusters and chains of light, and the flying and entangled fighters, all disappeared from view.

The only thing that existed were twenty cyan fat mechas, two calm [Verdict], and ~two [Verdict] shoulders with six flashing lights at the same time.

Light signals have been used in the human world for thousands of years. Modern earth light signals are more perfect, more accurate, and simpler than those of the ancient earth period. As a means of signaling when a ship's electronic systems are interfered with, in distress, or in an emergency, the Modern Astronautics Code clearly requires every crew member to master this basic skill before leaving the ground and going into space for the first time.

So when Cohen and Braid hit the light signal, all

There was an uproar.

The signal of the ruling is simply "make the last prayer." ”

Straightforward, arrogant signals, in the black universe, so dazzling. As the lights flickered, the thruster streamer gradually brightened, and the [Verdict] slowly greeted the bandit mecha.

The two of them touched the same [ruling], like the ancient Spartan warriors. Their movements are soothing and fluid. With a hint of nonchalance, with a hint of coldness. It was as if they were facing only twenty ants.

"The frog at the bottom of the well! Mantis arm as a car! "A captain of a Binart battleship annotated the fate of twenty cyan mechs in eight words. He took out a good bottle of wine and opened the cap without hesitation. The last two words were given to the bandits: "Stupid!" ”

For him, the battle is over!

This fleet from the Mars Free World didn't understand what the [ruling] meant to the mainstream of human society, to this war! If they had known that not long ago in the Catalan system, a standard combat squad [Verdict] had defeated a trio of the Philippines Panzer Divisions, I am afraid they would not have done the stupid thing of using twenty mechs against two [Verdicts]!!

Lack of insight makes them stupid. And stupidity on the battlefield is fatal! Cohen and Breed played the ground light signal, which was not arrogant. They're just stating a fact!

More than 100 hours of fighting fatigue, these dozens of minutes of high tension, have been swept away. The officers and men of the entire Humphrey fleet couldn't help but relax their tense bodies and lean comfortably on the back of their chairs. The officers, looking at each other and smiling. The soldiers, laughing and talking to each other, shook hands and high-fived.

One by one, the banknotes were placed on the stage of the staff officers.

The captains, smiling, turned a blind eye to this.

Two male lions facing two hundred harriers, perhaps making everyone a little nervous, what else to worry about in the face of twenty earth dogs? Now, what everyone needs to do is to bet on how long these twenty mechs that don't know whether they are alive or dead can last.

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At the same time that the Binalts were relaxed, there was a dead silence in the Fyan fleet. Everyone's palms were sweating.

Ordinary Feiyang officers and soldiers have only heard of this kind of mecha. This is due to the high-level leaders of the Filipino Alliance, who have blocked this kind of mecha news.

However, paper can't hold the fire. The debacle of the Republic of Lane in the Catalan system has made all kinds of gossip about this mecha land spread. And in these gossip, the description of this mecha is even more terrifying than the mecha itself. Many Feiyang warriors have heard that a [Verdict] can slaughter a Feiyang armored regiment!

Originally, many of them in the middle of the earth did not believe it.

However, the secrecy of the army's defeat in the Ivy League Battle and the performance of this strange mecha they had seen before in the dense group of bandit fighters made their hearts sink to the bottom. Hope, which had just warmed up, was cold again.

The most complicated mood is, naturally, Douglas.

At this time, he couldn't sit still. He and Pang Mingjian, as well as many staff officers who had no work at hand for the time being, all walked to the front of the command platform and faced the main virtual screen in the hall, and held their breath and stared intently.

He knew that the [ruling] was powerful, and he also knew that the fat man was powerful, but he didn't know the mecha behind the fat man.

It's like two swords, about to usher in the most fierce collision! Who wins and who loses?! A little hopeless, but also a little hopeful. Such a mood is undoubtedly a torment!

However, fortunately, this torment did not last long.

In just a few seconds, twenty cyan mechs had already met the [ruling]. In the face of the enemy's provocation, a cyan mecha that rushed to the front, without saying a word, rushed forward with fit, and raising his leg was a knee hit

"General! The bandits request for directional communication! ”

The exclamation of the correspondent next to him sharply drew Douglas's attention back from the virtual screen.

"What?" Douglas was taken aback and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and connect!" ”

At the same time, he habitually glanced out of the porthole and the radar screen, but he did not see any ships that could communicate with him in a triangular attack formation, except for the Feiyan warships that were clustered around him in a triangular attack formation, entering the asteroid belt with dense pumice from the empty void one after another.

"General! It's Colonel Margaret! As soon as the screen of the communication screen flashed, Chief of Staff Pang Mingjian exclaimed in surprise.

"Margaret" Douglas grabbed the communicator and said, "Those two mechs, yes"

In the middle of his sentence, Douglas suddenly paused.

On the screen, Margaret sighed and said, "Of course I know that these two mechs are the twelfth generation mecha of Binal."

"Then why can't you hide your surprise in Glass.

"Forget it, I'll make it clear for a while." Margaret covered her forehead with a headache and said with a wry smile: "Let your fleet change formation, don't fight with the enemy, directly ** the central theater of operations, and prepare to capture Humphrey!" ”

"Capture Humphrey?" Douglas couldn't believe his ears at all, he looked at Margaret, and then at the hall of the control room of the bandit warship behind Margaret: "You mean they, can they win?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thunderous cheer suddenly explode in his ears.

What's wrong? Douglas turned his head.

I saw that on the virtual screen, ten cyan mechs surrounded Humphrey's escape pod.

Five of the mechs were dragging the escape pod back, and the other five were unhurriedly attacking the energy shield of the escape pod with energy cannons or ion light knives.

On the other side, ten cyan mechs and two [ruling] had turned into two dazzling clouds of light and shadow, and at the moment of cheering, one of the [ruling] was kicked straight by a cyan mecha like lightning, and kicked hard in the lower abdomen.

Douglas's eyes were straight all at once!

In the field, the car that made the entire Fijian League's high-level [ruling] fearful, like a leaf on the ground, bent over, and flew out hundreds of meters

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"Come on!" The fat man smiled, and the mecha hooked his fingers: "Metal head, dumbfounded, right?" ”

Cohen finally stabilized his mech and looked up in shock. Not far away, Breed was stumbling in a stormy attack of five cyan mechs. All around, four cyan mechs surrounded him. On the front, it was obviously the cyan mecha in the other party's territory, holding its arms, proudly levitating in front of him. Fingers sticking out from the elbows, hooking and hooking.

How is this possible! Cohen's hands were shaking violently. His face turned pale with horror.

The control pod, filled with nutrient solution, gurgled with green bubbles. Several ** silver-white metal data cables at the interface of the brain were also stretched straight because of Cohen's restless swinging. The computer screen on the control hatch cover flickered on and off, and the electronic signal conversion system automatically converted the word "metal head" in the other party's electronic code, which stabbed his eyes!

They know themselves?!

Cohen suddenly felt that the whole world was in chaos.

A few seconds ago, just when he and Breed thought they had won the battle, twenty mechs, divided into three teams, rushed forward.

Ten of them were not aimed at him and Breed at all, but directly rushed to the escape pod, which had lost the main power and was flying with steering thrusters and inertia, and only five cyan mechs were facing them.

How naïve, how simple, how low-level, and how blatantly tactically it is to use ten mechs to entangle, and how another ten mechs to attack the escape pod! It's simply a naked humiliation!

Cohen was furious, and he vowed to tell the twenty mechs in front of him, and the corpses were broken into thousands of pieces.

He wants these people to understand what a real mecha is!

Just as he sneered and was about to kill, he rushed to the cyan mecha at the front, hit it with one knee, and attacked!

With only the first move of rushing to the opponent, Cohen understood that he was underestimating his opponent. The strength of this fighter who attacked was definitely above those ninth-level warriors of the Binarte Empire!

But Cohen grinned. After receiving the transformation, his ground control has reached the standard of 75 ground movements per second. This kind of speed is an overwhelming advantage for any mecha who relies on hand speed to control mechs. He had never seen a faster machine than this. He has absolute confidence in his own strength.

[Verdict], which will change the entire history of the mecha land. Any mech that controls the ground with both hands is slaughtered in front of the reformer.

The opponent had a senior pilot, and this moment made him feel an inexplicable excitement.

Such a mecha master is something that can be encountered but not sought. In the past, he was just an eighth-level mecha warrior, but now, he has the strength to humiliate and kill a tenth-level or even eleventh-level ground warrior in the most brutal way.

There is nothing more wonderful than killing a king in the hearts of ordinary people in such a crucial battle.

Seeing the opponent attacking, Cohen shook his hand, and the ion light knife slashed straight down with the momentum of thunder! He wants to use the blood of this high-level fighter to stain this airspace red. He wanted to make the other fighters behind this master understand that the master in their eyes was nothing more than a lamb that he slaughtered at will!

He's going to make everyone feel hopeless!

However, just when his ionized light knife was about to split the cyan mecha in half, he only felt a flower in front of him, and the cyan mecha disappeared in a flash! Then, with a side leg, it kicked him to the shoulder.

Everything that followed became a nightmare.

It was a dazzling array of attacks. Five mechs, like phantoms, shook around him. Countless fists, countless kicks, like a storm falling on the mecha. Moving, defending, and counterattacking subconsciously all thoughts eventually became only one action of the mecha - parrying! Parry endlessly! Parry like a reservoir dog!

Until he was kicked in the abdomen and flew away.

Cohen stared at the transparent cockpit of the frontal mech. Inside, a fat man with fingers hooked as coquettish as his mecha. Jumping half of the eyebrows, it is unabashedly provocative!

Cohen looked away. Four cyan mechs, at four angled angles, surrounded him.

The pilots sitting in the transparent cockpit have different appearances, ranging in age and age, and all of them look very leisurely. A smile appeared on the corners of their mouths. It was a kind of smiling that was the same as the fat metallic face of the mech they piloted, full of ridicule and mockery.

Their signal lights were flashing.

"Pray! Stupid! ”

A stream of blood rushed to the top of his head. Cohen finally understood that the number of robots with a hand speed of up to sixty or even seventy was not one, but a group!

This is a group of super mechs with mecha fighting skills that he never imagined! They may not be as fast as their own, they may be defeated by their own men when they fight alone, but their fighting skills are so subtle, and they are so strong when they join forces!

They're a** themselves. In the previous encounter, they didn't use all their strength at all!

For them, it's a game of cat and mouse!

With a low roar, Cohen stepped forward, the ionic light knife in his right hand brought up an arc of light, and the legs under his feet were also broom and kick, as fast as lightning and lightning.

"Desperate?" Not to be outdone, the fat man dodged with a-for-tat momentum like a rainbow, and waved his hand: "Up!" ”

Buzz, Weatheril, Wagstaff, and Monson are enough to make people jealous and crazy in any country, and their bodies flashed at the same time, and a beautiful combo squeezed the [Verdict] in the center, and four dark blue ion daggers stabbed at the [Verdict] from all angles