No matter how fierce the battle is, life still has to go on.

The Mars Express did not cease publication because of the advent of the war. On the contrary, for the majority of ordinary people who are hiding in their homes, basements and suburban refugee centers, the use of radio, television and newspapers to learn about the course of the war has become their only daily concern.

By this time, the print media was no longer available, but the Mars Express could still be seen with the help of the ubiquitous wireless civilian network and a pocket computer. The videos shot on the spot are the guarantee of the competition between the Mars Express and the online TV station.

Zhang Kai has always felt that Puluo Town is his blessed land.

The Mars Express reporter, who was worried about being fired a few days ago, rose to prominence because of his exclusive coverage of Tian Xingjian's kicking of the ninth hall in a row, and is now the head of the Mars Express news group and the deputy editor-in-chief of the editorial department.

Now, he is lying on the windowsill of an office on the 120th floor of the Cape Trade Building in Protown, recording everything that happened in Protown with a camera.

This building, located in the west-central part of Puluo Town, is part of the newly formed Mutual Aid League. Untouched by the war, every office here is packed.

Some of these people were employees who used to work in the building, but they stayed here for various reasons. Others, the homeless scattered from all over the city - the central city, which is now unable to find a complete block. Every street, every building, is a battlefield.

Looking from the building, there are many people in the space city and residential buildings not far away. Outside, the people who were fighting and had nowhere to go had to stay at home and gamble on their luck, praying that the shells would not patronize them.

It's helpless, but it's also realistic. Even if you want to die. It's far better to die at home, to be hit by a cannon at some point, than to be outside.

Now, everyone huddled on the windowsill, quietly watching the one that happened in the distance

Their gaze was frightened and numb. No one knows how long they can stay here, and they don't know at what point their lives will come to an abrupt end.

In the distance, the fiery mecha like a tide was raging to the fullest. That's a completely inhuman slaughter! Where they passed. Corpses littered the field. They kill not only soldiers, but also civilians. The residential buildings, which did not pose any threat, became the target of their random show of force.

Massacre, looting, arson!

I watched the lives of the neighborhoods in the distance fall silently. The men bit their lips and wept bitterly. They had never seen hell, and now they did—a red hell of fire and blood!

The tide of red demons is surging in this direction.

All eyes are on Echo Street. Concentrated in front of that long line. Dozens of black mechs.

The sound of prayer in Zhang Kai's ears has not stopped.

Everyone is praying. Pray that those black mechs can block the red demon tide. In spite of the sheer disparity in numbers, and despite the fact that people knew that their prayers were extravagant, they prayed with all their hearts—that was their last hope.

Will that thin line of defense collapse?

The red mecha frenzy chased the people who ran in panic. It's getting closer and closer to Echo Street.

Finally. The tide turned at the T-junction and rushed towards Echo Street. Amidst the sound of gunfire, explosions and screams. The black mecha was always silent, without the slightest movement. They were like a boulderless, waiting for the flood.

The crowd at the front of the line passed through the black mechs lined up the ground defense. Dense bullets and shells, biting them to the death. People are constantly falling on the run.

Furiously red, silently black. In this static picture, there was no conflict between the two sides. The red mecha did not attack the defense line, and the black mecha did not mean to use it. Until, a rampant and arrogant red mecha threw a corpse in front of the black mecha.

Everyone's hearts almost sank to the bottom of the sea at that moment. They stand taller, so they see farther. In the distance, a swarm of red mechs filled their sight. Everyone knows that the arrogant red mecha is provoking, but no one has the slightest anger, there is land, just endless sadness.

Unless those black mechs are insane, they can only stand there and maintain that thin defense.

At that moment, there was a dead silence. In everyone's eyes, time seemed to stand still, and only the red mecha swaggering back in the pupils remained.

Zhang Kai mechanically zoomed the camera closer, and he heard someone next to him whispering, almost crazy.

"Kill him, kill him!"

The voice was like a spell.

At that moment, Zhang Kai seemed to be in a trance, and heard countless such voices. Among them, including his own expectation, it is not an expectation, it is just a kind of venting.

No one expected that a few seconds later, the spell would be fulfilled.

No matter how young he is, Zhang Kai can't forget the picture that made every cell in his body boil with blood.

Zooming in closer, an energy cannon hits the red mech.

Immediately afterward, another milky white energy cannon light cluster was like a torrential rain, and dozens of energy cannonballs simply hit the same target!

The violent explosion was deafening, and the white light of the explosion flashed as bright as the exploding stars in the universe, and the black smoke rolled upwards with the dust, like a huge mushroom, and the red flames licked out of the smoke, and everyone was stupid.

Immediately, a hot and hearty feeling churned out of my heart, mixed with a rush of blood rushing to my head—there was nothing more exhilarating than this. People were dazzled by this soul-stirring light! No one blinked! Everyone's face flushed sickly, and they trembled with excitement.

Zhang Kai opened his mouth and wanted to shout something, but in the end he smashed his fist on the windowsill.

The camera pans into the distance through the smoke of the explosion. Faintly visible on the other side of the intersection, the faces of hundreds of blood-colored mercenary infantry were stunned, and the miserable expressions were visible.

A few red mechs with thumbs up were frozen there, ironic in the light of the exploding flames in the center of the street.

A few seconds ago, they were laughing and applauding at their companion's unbridled provocation, and seconds later, they were slapped in the face with a resounding slap in the face - the companion who had been scolded as a fool. provoked and looked for death in front of the formation that had been arranged, and was unceremoniously fulfilled by others!

The silence of those forty black mechs turned out to be not cowardice, but contempt! Beneath their armor lies even more vicious energy cannons. Didn't say a word, didn't even glance at the more than a hundred fire elementals in the field. Forty shots are aimed at one person, playing group bowling, just want to be lively!

Could there be a greater humiliation?

Since there was no order from Kaudle, and he didn't expect that those dozens of mecha would dare to ignore the threat of hundreds of fire elements and open fire brazenly, the blood-colored mercenary soldiers in the field involuntarily lost their minds for a short time.

And this loss of consciousness soon turned into a distraction.

The energy cannon muzzles of those black mechs in front of you. The filament sparks have gathered again. The machine gun on the shoulder also began to rotate silently but terrifyingly. Under the armor with the hole in the waist, the missile launcher has been ejected, and the red-headed and white-bodied missiles are emitting tail smoke

Time seems to freeze.

Solidified, and the Scarlet Mercenaries, there was no sound from each of the communicators, except for a cacophony of voices.

No command, no coordination.

Many have not yet understood what is really happening, the overwhelming artillery and missiles. and cover them.

Foot soldiers with severed limbs. Thrown into the sky in the explosion, the energy shield of the mech. Like a candle in a storm.

"Defensive formation, spread out!" The commander of the third battalion and one company of the 1st Armored Assault Regiment of the Scarlet Mercenary Army, who was now the supreme commander of this intersection, shouted desperately, trying to organize his men to counterattack.

However, all that answered him was the shrill screeching of the communication channel, and the mecha computer of his place also flashed red in the beep - the automatic fire control system failed, the auxiliary control system failed, and the radar system failed

And what made him even more stunned was that at the moment when the Scarlet Mercenaries fell into chaos, forty black mechs suddenly activated—they were charging!

"Defense!" The company commander switched to the terrible screams of the mecha megaphone, drowned out by the violent explosions.

In just an instant, the black steel torrent cut into the ranks of the blood-colored mercenaries with lightning speed. stirred up a bloody rain.

The sporadic and unformed counterattack fire of the red mech in the rush was completely ignored. The invincible hybrid cannonballs that had been invincible when attacking the Merchant Alliance's forces before fell on these black mechs, and they only sent ripples through the blue energy shield. The chaos of that moment had already doomed them.

Looking from the air, the black torrent piercing into the red mecha group was like a steel knife stabbing into tofu, and the armor-piercing axe in their hands cut an ionic streamer on the blade, and the disc on their left arm lit up with a mirror-like light shield. The shield raised its axe and fell, and the red mecha was chopped to the ground like chopping melons and vegetables.

A red mech was rapidly retreating, and the airborne hybrid cannon was stirring desperately, spraying a line of bullets. In front of it, a black mech swooped in silently, silent and ferocious.

The red mecha's frantic close-range shooting did not stop the black mecha's advance. The hybrid cannonball slammed into the black mech, exploding like a bead. In the smoke and flames, the black mecha broke through the curtain, and the armor-piercing axe in his hand turned into a streamer, pointing directly at the chest of the red mecha.

"Level suppression!"

This was the last thought that flashed through the mind of the mechwarrior of the red mecha.

Until he died, he didn't understand why there were mecha here, which could suppress his fire element.

The Ionic Armor-Piercing Axe broke through the fire elemental's cockpit armor and burst out of the mech's back. Bring out a splash of flesh and blood.

Pull out the axe by stepping on the red mecha with your foot, and hold it high above the top and point diagonally at the sky. The fat man, who had already been enraged by the extermination massacre of the blood-colored mercenaries for no reason, spat coldly: "Do what they just did!" ”

The fat man has killed many people, but he has never raised a butcher's knife against innocent civilians! Forced to get involved in the war, what he hated most was this kind of unjustified killing!

For such people, there has always been only one way to teach the fat man - a tooth for a tooth!

Behind him, a horizontal knife threw three red demonstration flares.

The red light slowly climbed into the sky, and when it reached the top and began to fall. A loud rush trumpet rang out from between the buildings.

Suddenly, four blocks of Echo Street in Puluo Town, there were sounds of killing.

Two black dragon-like mechs rushed and swirled. All the way to the center. Everywhere they passed, people turned on their backs. Those red mechs scattered around the block, and the infantry that followed behind, as long as they met these groups of black butchers, they would immediately end up in pieces.

Blood splattered, and the entire city groaned in the horror of the killing.

The machine guns almost bit flesh and exploded in the scarlet mercenary infantry group, and the metal shells completely tore the flesh apart. As far as the eye could see, groups of soldiers fell like stubble harvesting wheat. Large chunks of flesh rolled in the air and rained down with blood. White brains splattered - puddles of blood and mud on the ground.

Scattered red mechs. There is no way to organize effective resistance, and the black mechs are always in groups of three. One frontal attack, two flanks roundabout. The movement coordination is extremely weird. Often, the red mecha had just put on a combat posture before being cut to the ground by an axe that came out of nowhere.

Communication was cut off, and command coordination was lost. In modern warfare, even the most elite troops have no power to resist. Not to mention the fact that they are facing the most ruthless pirates and the remnants of the Legre Warriors! And these people are still the core force that the fat man racked his brains to train himself!

In addition to the selection of mecha martial arts and battlefield versus enemy kills. The fat man is in a small range of hand-to-hand combat. It took a lot of work. In mecha martial arts, Ling Bo moved in a slight step, instilling exercises over and over again. Direction. Time, speed, mecha attitude control, and shot order all require the bandit mecha warriors to be carved into their bones.

If the bandit mecha warriors were still a little jerky at the beginning of the war, and if they were still suspicious of the coordination full of data, theories, and turning pace, then as the battle progressed, as they killed their opponents again and again in cooperation, they had become completely obsessed with this way of fighting.

Electronic jamming, mecha level suppression, small tacit cooperation, and sudden activation at the beginning - these factors have turned the bandit mecha warrior into the spokesman of the Grim Reaper. At this moment, their vocation is to kill!

In the block east of Echo Street, the red mecha is retreating.

In urban street fighting, this rout is fatal. The fog of war hangs over us, and no one knows how many enemies there are in the cobwebbed streets! One street and two streets, one block and two blocks, panic is spreading rapidly.

The people standing on the tall buildings are already completely stupid.

The red mechas, which were outnumbered, were overwhelmed, while the black mechas, which numbered only 100 or 100, were overwhelmed. They swept from three directions toward the center, and corpses littered the field in their pass. The red in front of them was resisting in a panic, and there was a dead silence behind them.

And at the front of these black mechas, a mecha is leading them to kill.

The fat man drove a horizontal knife to the front. The hand speed of seventy-two movements per second has been exerted to the extreme.

An axe slashed down a red mecha, the horizontal knife rose up, and his legs kicked out in a series of lightning waves, kicking the cockpit of the other mecha to pieces, not waiting to land, turning and hovering in the air like a big bird, and the battle axe in his hand slashed a sharp arc, directly splitting the head of the third mecha.

Without waiting for the mechs behind him to catch up, he made another textbook-accurate leap through and shot into another group of retreating red mechs—only to hear a close sound of gold and iron, and the red mechs burst open like fireworks, and several red mechs with missing limbs and legs were thrown in all directions.

In the eyes of the bandit mecha warriors, their commander has turned into a god of death who asks for his life. Fierce hand-to-hand combat, accurate long-range shooting. Under his control, the mecha is like a wolf entering a flock, and every move is full of killing moves.

His speed was extremely fast, and no one could tell which of the several phantoms in the red mecha group was his real body.

The red mecha in front of him had no enemies for a single round.

On the top of the Puro branch building, Kozmo, Buzz, Weatheril, and the Elders, as well as the millennial young man, all watched silently as they saw what was happening.

Their eyes were already at their maximum, and their noses were open. Some bit their lips tightly, and some of them clenched their fists, almost clenching out the water!

With one into a hundred, Mount Tai overwhelmed, swept thousands of armies, dragons and tigers, and followed the black mecha like a shadow, giving them a lesson!

And what made Kozmo's heart surging to the point of being irrepressible was the one hundred and twenty black mechs that rolled up a monstrous frenzy.

Buildings near and far were bursts of cheers that resounded through the sky.

Those 120 mechs are still advancing.

This picture of victory, which is closely related to himself, is laid out in front of him. The young fighters have never been so proud and enthusiastic as they are now, and they have never been so deeply aware of this great era of heroes in troubled times.

Aside from the dozens of Lelei warriors, those pirates they usually look down on in their hearts are already fierce professional warriors at this moment.

In front of them, the enemy was retreating.

Behind them, the crowd cheered!

They have earned the respect of everyone!

Boy, be like this!