Volume VII, Chapter 18, Calculations and the Little People

"Tian Xingjian!" Feuerle gritted his teeth and chewed on the name, his face grim.

The identity of that armored squad has been clarified through a battlefield record transmitted back from the front line. The kind of mech that leaps and moves in the morning light in the cannon fire, repeatedly tearing through its own defenses, is exactly the same as that Lelei fat man. Who are the bandits if they are not bandits?

Although he had already guessed the identity of this mecha team, Feuerle did not have a trace of smugness. To be honest, whether it was him, Selwall, or even the entire command headquarters, they were stunned by the news that the forty mechs had completely annihilated the Fourth Armored Battalion.

At that moment, Feuerle remembered a phrase that his mentor had repeatedly admonished him.

"The fog of war is always everywhere, and there is no last resort in this world. A fortuitous event can lead to the invalidation of the entire plan. Never flaunt your numeracy skills, war, not a math problem. You can't know enough to solve the problem, and even what you know is changing, so you'll never get an accurate answer on the deduction sandbox! ”

Feuerle didn't know when he was, so he put this sentence behind him, and he didn't know when his careful plan was torn open by fifty mechs.

When he refocused on the electronic sandbox, he found that the defense line of Canterlot had been torn apart.

Along with the defense line, it was torn apart, as well as its entire strategic layout.

That Leray fat man, in an alternative way. I gave myself a war letter! The line of movement he bent to the northeast and southeast, and he ran head-on into the 4th Panzer Battalion, and ended the battle precisely before the 2nd Panzer Battalion arrived, all told himself unmistakable. He's going to fight himself! He's going to compete with himself in calculations!

The total annihilation of the 4th Armored Battalion forced Feuerle to admit that this fat man had such qualifications.

Those fifty cyan mechs with strong combat power. It's the chips he showed to himself!

Now let's look at the battle map. Puluo Town, of course, is under the siege of its own army, but the central city, how can it not be under the siege of the opponent? The difference is that it is the actual army that it uses to besiege the town of Puluo. The opponent used to besiege Canterlot relied on his armored team. Create a momentum!

Feuerle seemed to see the invisible arrows around the empty Canterlot map. That's the Longxing Society, that's the three major schools, and that's all the big and small forces that are hostile to the Northern Alliance and are trying to give it a go.

At one point, Feuerle wanted to abandon the offensive against Protown and ordered all his troops to retreat to Canterlot. However, this thought only flashed through his mind. Then it disappeared without a trace. This is a situation of killing the big dragon, and he still has the first hand. Once the offensive that had begun was stopped, then the two sides could only be in a stalemate situation.

For NATO, this is already a shameful failure.

The 402nd regiment of Seuss was completely annihilated. The fourth battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment was completely wiped out, and the news just received that the 6th and 7th armored battalions of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment, which were blocked by the 3rd Regiment of the Bandit Army at Breslau Farm, were able to escape, and there was only less than a platoon of troops. Just retreated in disgrace, and then held on to the bandit army, and the Longxing Society, if you want to settle the overall situation, it is not something that the Northern Alliance can carry down alone. When the time comes, it will inevitably borrow from Seuss. Just lost a regiment of them. And by their strength, in the end this Mars will be in whose hands. I want to know it with my ass!

If the Northern Alliance is just fighting the idea of Mars and being the hegemon of one side, this situation is also acceptable, but the Northern Alliance is the cornerstone of the revival of the Nademik Dynasty, and the plan is not to occupy the mountain as the king! Cooperation with Seuss can only be used by each other, once it is suppressed and controlled, the revival of the Nadmik dynasty is indefinite!

This battle is already on the back of the tiger, and the two sides are desperately robbing and killing, fighting for the decisive thing in one fell swoop, and they can't back down in the slightest!

Moreover, judging by the speed of the bandits' development, Feuerle could not imagine how much longer he would face an enemy in the months without taking advantage of its fledgling growth.

After carefully reading the battle reports sent back by the attacking troops in Puluo Town, Feuerle gradually calmed down. Judging from the battle reports, the two mixed regiments of the Fuxing Army are in the northeast of Puluo Town, the two bloody mercenary armored regiments advancing west from the Seventh Resource Highway are in the west of Puluo Town, and the 1,000 Northern Alliance Guards Armored Regiment armed with [Far East Victory]-level mechs have launched a fierce offensive against the Puluo Town defense line. The battle is going well.

And the 8th and 9th armored battalions of Blood Shadow, which had just disengaged from the 3rd Regiment of the bandit army, were also advancing to the eastern defense line of Puluo Town, ready to go north at any time to join the offensive of the mixed regiment of the Fuxing Army. The two armored regiments of the Warrior Mercenaries, which had been retraced from the front line of Bering Port, also accelerated their advance and were expected to reach the northeast of the town of Puluo in sixteen hours.

The first move, after all, is still in their own hands. No matter how powerful the bandits' armored squad in Canterlot is, there are only fifty mechs. They are also human beings, and if they want to maintain their combat effectiveness behind a murderous enemy, they must rest. Similarly, the ** Third Regiment that roamed around Puluo Town, after staying up all night and experiencing two high-intensity battles, they also needed to rest. And during this time, the army of the Northern Alliance will take turns to attack the defense line of Puluo Town until it is completely defeated!

The Northern Alliance has enough troops to rotate and rest, but the bandit army cannot. Even if anyone wants to fight Canterlot, during the time they move to the periphery of Canterlot and prepare to attack, the Northern Alliance can drag down the bandit army just by dragging! Besides, the bandit army could not have imagined that the Seuss Armored Regiment was the cover, the Blood Shadow Sixth and Seventh Armored Battalions were the cover, and even the thousand [Far Eastern Victory] military mechs in the south and the two armored regiments in the west were also cover. The real main killers are the two mixed groups that seem to be the weakest!

In these two mixed regiments, there are nine sharp knife companies of the Blood Shadow Armored Regiment! Or. How could the bandit army annihilate the 4th, 6th and 7th armored battalions so easily?

When the time came, the 8th and 9th Panzer Battalions went north, and the 1st and 2nd Panzer Regiments of the Warrior Mercenaries went south to join the offensive northeast of Puluo. The big dragon of Puluo Town will be captured and killed in one fell swoop! Until then. No matter how strong these fifty mechs in Canterlot are, they won't be able to make any waves!

"Chief of Staff!" A staff officer hurriedly ran over and handed Feuerle a piece of information, reporting: "I just received news that the bandit mecha squad has bypassed the 2nd Armored Battalion and passed through the Louis business district. Move in the direction of my base. ”

"This nasty bug." Feuerle sneered: "Order the 1st and 2nd Armored Battalions to unite and arm in a fan shape north of the base." The 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division was ordered to slowly compress the enemy's operating space from west to east, taking regiments as units, and strive to entangle the enemy. Order the 2nd Mechanized Infantry Division stationed in the Eastern District to send two regiments to move from east to west and deploy defenses along Waltz Avenue to prevent the enemy from fleeing eastward! ”

"Yes," the staff officer ordered. He was just about to leave, but he heard Selwall suddenly say, "Wait! ”

Selwall walked up to Feuerle and whispered, "Kevin moves like this, our defensive line will be very tight, just in case"

Feuerle waved his hand and motioned for the staff officer to carry out the order. Turning around, he said to Selwall: "Within twelve hours, our ground defense line will not be attacked in any way. ”

With that, Feuerle turned and walked towards the console's operational monitoring department, and as he left, he dropped a cold word.

"Next time, don't call my staff officer and wait. I don't need any questioning about military command. Otherwise, this battle. Fight yourself! ”

Selwall's face. Slowly sank down. Not because of Feuerle's words, but because he knew. Whenever this cousin of his behaving is unkind, it means that he is in trouble.

Turning his head to look at the electronic sand table, Selwall suddenly lost his composure before the war. If the Seuss Panzer Regiment and the 6th and 7th Panzer Battalions were trying to attract attention and buy time for several other offsets, then the 4th Panzer Battalion's annihilation in the core area of Canterlot was completely unexpected!

With Feuerle's computing ability, he also didn't calculate this trick of the bandits.

The situation has begun to change, does this mean that there are people in the bandit army who have the same military talent as Fairle?

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To the northeast, to the west, to the south, when the clock pointed to eight o'clock in the morning, the town of Prolo was completely enveloped in the sound of cannons.

Every tall building, every window or glass curtain wall, every glass of water, every piece of porcelain placed on the table in the whole city trembled under the fierce sound of cannons.

The terrifying sound waves are everywhere. Even in the deepest part of the bomb shelter, you can feel the shaking of the earth.

Except for the children who will cry because of this, the adults are already numb. The various gossip that has been circulating before has already put their nerves to a severe test. When the cannon rang out, most people just stared at the sky in amazement, exchanged a barely horrified look, and then waited in silence.

Wait for the outcome of fate.

No one knows if the bandit army can defeat the enemy, and whether they can let Puluo Town continue to be peaceful.

People are unwilling, and they dare not imagine what will happen when the fierce soldiers of the Northern Alliance rush into the center of Puluo Town. To imagine that scene is too cruel for them. They can only hide in the bomb shelter to coax their children, hug their women, and comfort their elderly parents.

On the streets of the pouring rain, bandit soldiers in blue uniforms moved more frequently. Bands of soldiers ran silently through the rain. Thick combat boots tread stagnant water, splashing water. In addition to heavy trucks loaded with weapons, ammunition and soldiers, there were also civilian trucks that had been improvised to be conscripted. There were very few mechs on the road, and they were all sent to the front line.

It's not ten o'clock yet. The streets were already full of vehicles carrying the wounded. All the doctors, nurses, medical students, and people who knew a little about emergency care were urgently called up. All the hospitals in Puluo Town are already overcrowded. Relying on the military doctors of the bandit army alone, they can't keep busy at all. Many wounded soldiers were lying in the aisles. Waiting for healing. Blood-stained bandages and empty vials of first-aid injections were pulled away and dumped in truckloads. Doctors in a hurry. None of the clothes were clean, mottled with blood.

In addition to important places such as bomb shelters and hospitals, the power and energy supply of the entire city has been stopped. The streets on the outskirts of the city have begun to pile up sandbags, erect barricades, and dig trenches. Many of the buildings had been emptied of people and planted with explosives in preparation for possible street fighting.

All sorts of news came from the front that a certain section of the line of defense had been captured, and another section of the line had been counterattacked. How many troops did the enemy invest, and which team was pulled to the front again

By twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the battle was over. It seems to have calmed down. The enemy, who is constantly attacking on the ground, also needs to take a breath after all. Moreover, it was heard that the armored regiment of the bandit army. It's back! They are on the periphery, attacking the enemy and pinning down the enemy's offensive.

The news is heartening.

At the beginning, the bandit army had 120 mechs and wiped out a regiment. The current bandit army. Not to mention ten times more than at the beginning. In any case, we must destroy the enemy of a dozen or twenty regiments.

For the general public, the total uses this simple logic to extrapolate the results. After all, it's a comfort to both the family and themselves.

The entire town of Puluo, in such a silent and busy atmosphere, coped with this battle. People sometimes can't help but look to the west of Puluo Town. That's where the bandit base is located. It is firmly believed that as long as Skadivo Airport is still around, as long as there are those military personnel in blue uniforms, the town of Pro. It won't be lost!

Skadivo Airport. Helen, who is temporarily working as a nurse, is busy in the base hospital.

Blonde hair wet with sweat. Wisps hang down on the forehead. The blue eyes were full of exhaustion. Helen prepared medicines almost mechanically, cleaned wounds, bandaged them, and handed instruments to doctors.

No matter how tired she was, Helen would quickly run to the windowsill and adjust her camera to the large apron in the center of the base.

For a journalist, it's her vocation. She believes that these shots she filmed will be able to be broadcast in the final victory. She also believes that she is recording a piece of history.

On the tarmac, groups of soldiers were in formation. From night to now, this scene has not stopped. These soldiers from different schools and under different banners are now wearing the blue uniforms of the bandits, standing there neatly and silently, waiting for the military vehicles to carry them and pull them to the front line to stand by.

Their energy guns, already checked, leaned against their legs. In front of them, the staff officers were designating in hoarse voices where they were about to run.

Helen always felt that the fat man had magic.

She saw with her own eyes that these mercenaries, company employees, workers, and even community hooligans who came to Puluo Town in different clothes and with different expressions, followed the genre, and turned into soldiers who obeyed orders in the training time and again. There is something that cannot be described in words, which is taking root in them.

That's a belief!

The fat man will always tell a new group of members of the bandit army when they welcome them.

"I don't care where you're from or what you've done before. Now, you are part of this army. When you stand here, you have a responsibility on your shoulders! If you have a family, then this responsibility is your parents, your wife, your children. If you are single, then this responsibility is your freedom, your dignity. ”

At this time, the fat man would pause, look at everyone in front of him carefully, and then, seriously, "You belong to this world, this planet, called Mars. You should not be exiles from human society. You are a member of human civilization! If Mars is to become a truly free world, you need to defend her like a man! Remember, military men. It is the most manly profession in the world! Don't dare to go to the battlefield, now out of the ranks! ”

No one came out of the ranks. Most of these people are professional mercenaries, members of the security corps who lick blood at the head of knives all day long. The others also joined the team voluntarily.

They were already aware of it at the beginning of the genre wars. Military or not. There is no way to avoid this war. After they found themselves with no choice and found their loved ones lying in pools of blood. Discovering that the future of Mars Land is so slim that they only want to fight.

And then, these people changed little by little in the kind of training that Helen thought of horribly. The fat man said, they are all men! All they need is faith!

Artillery fire in the distance. It was violent again.

Adjusting the camera, Helen hurried back to the hospital and engaged in the busy nursing work.

Although tired, she was happy that she was able to play a little role. She also has a belief. That is, she always firmly believes that the fat man will definitely win!

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Fisher lay on his stomach in the firing position of the trench. Non-stop aiming, firing.

After turning another enemy's head into tattered tomatoes, he rolled over and slid to the bottom of the trench. Before he could stand firm, the warrior who had taken his place jumped up beside him, only three times and two times. I climbed into the firing position.

Nodding to the muddy guys who were waiting to take over from the other firing positions, Fisher knelt on one leg and grabbed the energy box of the ammunition box and slapped it cleanly on the imitation G173 energy assault rifle.

Loading the gun with a magazine, turning off the safe, leaning against the twisted metal bulletproof wall, and stuffing a few more energy magazines into his vest pocket, Fisher sat down wearily, leaned his back against the mud wall, and pulled out a cigarette.

As a veteran mercenary, Fisher, who is Chinese New Year's Eve two years old today. It's a veteran of the bandit army. When performing a task before. Fisher has not experienced a lot of skirmishes. However, this is the first time he has fought a battle like this.

Spit out a smoke ring and looked at the mud legs of the one at the shooting position, Fisher couldn't help but shake his head, it was his comrade-in-arms, who had only met since he came to the bandits. The former company employee, who didn't know what stimulated him, weakly insisted on joining the bandits. It's a miracle that he survived such rigorous training. The even greater miracle is that this guy, who was fanatical as soon as he entered the battlefield, was able to survive six or seven hours of fighting!

A shell fell not far from the trench. The flying dirt crackled and hit Fisher's face, beating him painfully. Covering his head and face with his arms, Fisher cursed and spat out the mud-stained cigarette in his mouth, stood up and tiptoed to look at the firing position, until he was sure that the company employee who had replaced him was still pulling the trigger in a hot rage, and then sat down and lit a new cigarette.

The enemy's attack has never stopped. Several times, those gray figures rushed into the trenches, and they were desperately counterattacked by the reserves before they were beaten out of the ground. The trenches were dug very deep, with bulletproof walls and sections of curved blast shelters on top, and there was nothing to feel in them. When you get into the firing position, that's really deadly.

The entire position was shrouded in gunsmoke. The shells rained down on the front and back. The dense rain of bullets simply splashed on the ground in front of the position, and when you look out from the firing position, there are bullet holes all over the ground.

This battle has been fought for almost six hours. The enemy's attack two hours earlier was the most thrilling. At that time, there was less than a platoon left in the entire battle trench. The troops behind were blocked in the communication trenches by covered artillery fire, and the ammunition did not follow. In a position 300 meters wide, only one person can be placed in a firing position.

The enemy was clearly calculated, and the high-intensity attacks for several hours in a row, just to wait for that moment. More than a dozen mechs rushed up with the dense infantry behind them. The first trench had been breached, and several mechs had already jumped out of the trench, and the energy cannon was right in front of Fisher's eyes. The walls of the trenches, the bottom of the pits, were beaten to the ground and flew dirt. Several of the fighters were torn apart without a snort. The blood was sprinkled all over the ditch.

At that time, Fisher was shooting desperately. Beat the infantry. Also fight mechas. He didn't care about whether it was useful or not, he didn't think he would be alive. Shoot if you can. The company clerk who was partnering with him took a fusion grenade and rushed upwards, that guy was crazy!

He took a puff of his cigarette and let the smoke swirl in his lungs. Fisher thought it was a little funny. He didn't know how he survived. Anyway, he only remembered that just when he was desperate, the guys from the ** Third Regiment came.

Fisher has never admired many people in his life. But for these guys, he is convinced. The mecha level of those guys. That's not really a cover. In just one turn, a few enemy mechs that rushed into the position became scrap metal. That action is too beautiful to be made by a mecha, and it's deadly! Fisher could even smell the murderous aura of the ugly mechs of the three regiments.

Later, Fisher discovered that he was not the only one who survived. The company employee who threw the grenade at the same distance also survived. Later, reinforcements came up and ammunition arrived. **The mechs of the three regiments not only assisted in defending the position, but also launched a counter-charge.

The wounded enemy did not recover for half an hour.

When the 3rd Regiment assembled behind the position and prepared to rush to the other defensive lines, Fisher threw a cigarette at one of the mechfighters.

That mechwarrior. He leaned weakly against the edge of the cockpit and smiled at himself.

While smoking, Fisher noticed that his hands were shaking.

It's not a slight tremor, it's violent, and the shaking doesn't stop, even to the point that it can't be accurately stuffed into the mouth.

Heard. Since I got up yesterday morning, the people of the three groups have not closed their eyes. Last night, they had a good fight in Pinchiling. Annihilated a fully armored regiment of the Terresuss. Subsequently, they went non-stop to more than 300 kilometers away and found and annihilated the two Blood Shadow armored battalions known as the souls of the Northern Alliance.

It's easy to say, but Fisher, who was exhausted from fighting in the trenches for two or three hours, could fully imagine that the guys of the Third Regiment must have experienced more battles than he had experienced. Much more intense and brutal.

Not to mention. Before supporting their own position, they had already supported an unknown number of positions. Right now. They could not rest yet, and if the intensity of the enemy's offensive did not weaken, they would have to constantly run and fight. Some of them supported various positions along the Third Ring Road, and some of them were attacking the enemy on the periphery and joined the bandit army, how did they all become madmen who did not want to die?

Mechs don't have to rest, but people have to rest.

The cranky Fisher was stunned for a moment, he threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and looked left and right. He felt that he had an idea that he needed to report to the company commander

I heard that those guys from the **4th Regiment and **5th Regiment, because they don't have enough mecha and can't participate in the battle as infantry, have already been in a hurry in the base.

Although their training time is a little shorter, it is better for them to operate these ugly and powerful mechs than for the people of the three regiments, right? Anyway, the loss of the mechs of the three regiments is less than a company so far! As long as you don't fight hard with the enemy and delay time, the fourth and fifth regiments will definitely be fine!

Why didn't anyone think of this idea? There is no mecha, this mecha warrior, is there still a shortage of bandits?! Even if it may affect the entire battle situation after one change, it is always okay to change to one battalion at a time, right? This is Puluo Town, which is close to the local area, and it is not far away and cannot be operated. You only need to pull four or five groups of people to the meeting place, and within a few minutes, you can get things done.

It's a pity that the fat chief is playing tricks on the enemy in Canterlot, and there is no one to replace them. Otherwise, with consumption, the enemy can be consumed alive!

Fisher scurried around the trenches and went to report to the company commander. This should not have been the concern of an infantryman, but Fisher was a man who loved to jingle the most in half a jar of water.

There is no such thing as a dead end. Sometimes, history is a small person who changes the ground!

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"Colonel, the 1st Combat Team has completed cutting the enemy." In the communicator, Wei Jianshan's voice came. The fat man pointed his telescope across the river under the golf course. The Northern Alliance infantry battalion stationed there was indeed a mess.

"Second Strike Squad, Up!" The fat man ordered: "Annihilation!" ”

"Yes!" Hargrove, who led the second attack team, shouted the order, and then led his team from the urban jungle in the other direction, suddenly slaughtered, and swept into the position of the Northern Alliance infantry battalion like a whirlwind.

Fierce artillery fire rang out with a huge amount of earth. The firepower network composed of 260 mm caliber energy cannons and 80 mm energy machine guns instantly covered the positions of the Northern Union infantry. The sandbags, the nets that had been built between the villas and the low-rise buildings, danced and torn apart by the shells.

Under the sudden attack of the two combat teams of the Sharp Knife Company, the officers of the Northern Alliance, who obviously did not expect the enemy to appear here, gave orders loudly, brandished their pistols, and tried to stop the resistance in a panic. However, the four old mechs they were stationed on the position were destroyed almost without even having a chance to fire, and the soldiers who were scurrying all over the ground were under the fierce artillery fire of the bandit mechas, blood and flesh were flying around, and the living people had nothing to do but flee for their lives.

In less than ten minutes, the battle was over. The entire infantry position was already dead silent. The pile of sandbags swept by the energy cannon was riddled with holes, sand and broken sacks all over the ground. The original neat separation net has finally turned into a broken and twisted tattered, and some villas and bungalows have collapsed, and the beautiful goose-yellow walls are covered with large black and brown holes. The rainwater eaves of the roof were broken, and the trees that had been trimmed into various animal shapes were twisted into pieces.

The fat man looked at the electronic map on the mecha computer and made a mark on the map.

This was the place where the sixth Northern Union unit they destroyed was stationed. In six attacks, three mecha companies, two infantry battalions and one mixed battalion were completely annihilated. That's almost the strength of a mixed regiment.

On the fat man's computer, these attack sites, one in the east and one in the west, are not shaped.

The fat man was very proud, he believed that the commander of the Northern Alliance who tried to encircle and suppress him must be mad at this time! Instead of encircling him, his troops moved to the south and eat away at his troops. Now, the activity space of the Super Sharp Knife Company is larger than before!

Eat his troops. Now, the activity space of the Super Sharp Knife Company is larger than before!

"Colonel!" The voice of the mecha warrior in charge of reconnaissance sounded in the communication channel: "Two mecha companies are rapidly approaching us from west to east!" Contact is expected after three minutes. ”

"It's delivered to the door again." The fat man rubbed his hands innocently and licked his lips: "Withdraw!" ”。

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