Floods of artillery fire poured down the heights, smashing the crowded Seuss mech formation on the slope. In the almost crazy cannon sound of the bandit mecha, the first battalion of the 402nd Regiment of Seuss, like a dandelion in a raging storm, was rapidly dissipating.

At this moment, the most shocking person is naturally Chuck. He never expected that the enemy would ambush such a powerful firepower on the position.

"Where did these mechs come from?!" Chuck roared, grabbing the military staff officer in charge of the coordination of the electronic mech.

"He, they," the poor military staff officer sweated profusely and turned pale.

Under the electronic coverage of the two platoons of electronic mechas, any actions and situations in the opponent's position should have been as clear as the observation patterns in the palm of the hand. However, until the enemy's mecha suddenly appeared and dealt a devastating blow to Ichi, the electronic mecha's detection system did not issue any warning.

The military staff officer who had been grabbed by the collar snorted, and his own mind was still full of questions, and where could he answer Chuck's question.

"Artillery suppression!" Chuck, who didn't get an answer, slammed the staff officer to the ground, turned his head to the staff officers who were in a daze in front of the central console of the command mecha, and roared through gritted teeth: "The second battalion covers, order the first battalion, cooperate with the second battalion to form a circular defensive formation, and retreat first!" ”

"Yes!" The staff officers woke up like a dream, and suddenly there was a burst of chickens and dogs. Screams, roars, footsteps, messy.

Chuck's orders, through the chain of command, were quickly transmitted to the front.

There was another fluster, and the second battalion, which had already jumped out of position, was in the sound of orders and messy footsteps of the junior officers. Forcibly turned the triangular attack array into an irregular circular defensive array. Hundreds of mechs were scattered across the 205 Highlands Foreland plains, like ants on a hot pan.

As soon as the formation was initially changed, hundreds of Seuss mechs rushed towards the high ground at high speed under the urging of the officers. Now, all they need to do is to connect the mechs that have left behind a battalion into the formation. Then slowly retreat to the sortie position, and survive this massacre first.

On the sortie position, it was the same hectic scene. Before the energy supply was completed to bombard the mech, the four-corner brackets were erected again and piecemeal, and the Seuss mech warriors desperately pulled the button on the control stick according to the previous shooting coordinates on the computer. Send energy cannonballs to 205 heights.

The part of the mechs that broke into the position, they couldn't take care of it. In the midst of such a terrifying network of fire from the enemy. Those mechs that rush to the front have only one way to die. If the enemy is not suppressed by long-range fire, then the remaining strength of a battalion will not be able to escape the fate of annihilation. Only to suppress the enemy with indiscriminate firepower. in order to buy time for the retreat of the remnants of the second and first battalions.

For a time, the entire battlefield was completely boiling. The tactics of the Seuss changed and soon paid off. The dense sound of artillery shook the sky, and countless explosions flashed one after another, one after another on the high ground with a radius of only one or two square kilometers. With the support of the rear and the coordination of the command system, the Seuss mecha, which was still congested at the front of the position, finally stabilized. They formed small defensive formations against each other, firing while steadily retreating.

But. The bandit army, which had already gained the upper hand, how could it be possible to let the cooked duck in front of them fly away like this. Beating water dogs has always been a tradition of bandits. This is true even in the newly established SM Third Regiment. Just as Seuss's covering fire rose from the sortie position, a military trumpet suddenly sounded from the rear of Heights 205.

Stormtroopers!

"Long live the bandits!" Hundreds of shouts resounded through the sky, converging into one voice.

Fierce and ugly mechs suddenly leaped out of the trenches, their hideous figures leaping through the trenches. The auxiliary thrusters on their backs emitted a red glow. All of a sudden, hundreds of mechs. Like catapulted meteors, they overwhelmingly rushed towards the Suss mecha group.

Before the group of Suss mecha on the slope of the position could make any reaction, the bandit mecha had already pierced into their middle like a sharp arrow flying through the air.

"Close Assault!"

The counterattack launched by the bandit army made the Seuss dumbfounded.

They never dreamed that these strangely shaped mechs would dare to charge at the Seuss armored cluster.

That's the boxing champion! Among the Seuss mechas, the eighth-generation mecha has been designed with hand-to-hand combat as the direction from the beginning! From its name, it can be seen that this kind of mecha is fierce fighting ability!

Not to mention the mechs of the free world, even on the battlefield of Resque, there are very few regular armored units of Chackner who dare to charge at the boxing mecha cluster. The title of boxing king is not in vain, their fierce strength is enough to crush any enemy caught in the formation!

However, the stupid commander of the bandit army lost the cover of the mecha trench at this time, abandoned the advantage of the firepower network that they organized by surprise, and chose to charge at the boxing king mecha group in a hot head, these ugly mecha are simply looking for death!

The commander of the 402nd Regiment, who had been closely watching the battle situation on the heights, suddenly became overjoyed. He grabbed the microphone, shook his bearded chin, and ordered: "A battalion put up a little resistance, feign defeat, and let the enemy down"

His order was quickly passed through the war zone communication channel and reached the ears of all mech warriors.

"The two wings of the second battalion are rushing forward, and the enemy must be swallowed in!"

"This high ground is ours!" The military staff officers on the side waved their fists excitedly. This charge launched by the enemy with inferior forces was simply an inferior mistake! Giving up the cover of the position, there is no mecha unit in the free world that can take advantage of the Seuss armored regiment However, the surprise of the Seuss people soon disappeared without a trace like a broken bubble - there was no need to feign defeat at all, and from the moment the bandit mechs pounced on the Seuss mecha group, the Seuss formation, which had just stabilized, fell into complete chaos.

The farsighted instrument is on a virtual screen. Everything that happened on the 205 heights was delivered to the eyes of the Seuss.

On the screen, hundreds of vicious figures shot into the formation of the first battalion. The first sword, with an extremely strange pace, wrenched between the two boxing champions. It moved, as fast as a bolt of lightning, under the melee attack of it and the three mechs behind it. In an instant, the two boxing champions have turned into a burning ball of fire. The flames rose into the sky, and in the red light, this battle sword had already flashed a hundred meters away, and another battle sword. Completed the kill of another Seuss mech from the left and right at the same time.

On the brownish-yellow steep slope in front of the 205 Heights, the trunks of the trees that had been blown off lay horizontally, and under the surface of the earth, huge rocks were blown into craters, and countless large and small charred black craters were scattered one after another. Distorted weapons and mech parts were scattered all over the place, and the burning wreckage billowed black smoke into the sky, and the smoke of gunpowder scattered in the uncertain wind.

Hundreds of ugly mechs, right on this steep slope, right in the Seuss mecha group, right in front of Chuck's eyes, galloping across the country! They are like a pack of demon wolves. Looming in the flying dust, catapulting turns and scattering impermanence, their fighting skills. Peculiar and deadly, in front of them, the majestic boxing champions, like clumsy sloths, have no effective resistance other than to wave their fists in vain.

One after another, the boxing champions turned into burning flames in the countless galloping black shadows. Violent martyrdom. On steep slopes in the highlands. Like a continuous firework.

An extreme fear that strikes every Seuss.

"God!"

It wasn't some rudimentary freeform mech with an energy cannon attached. That's a ninth-generation mecha with overwhelming performance over the King of Fighters! Moreover, the pilots of these mecha are all high-level mecha warriors above level eight!

Chuck only felt cold all over his body for a moment. He knew that he had inadvertently made a huge mistake!

When the civilian mechs of this world become real mecha warriors, when they have high-level military mechs with excellent performance, when they obey orders and know how to cooperate, when they no longer fight alone but learn to fight in groups, they will no longer be the militia that they once easily defeated!

Decades of hard training, and the hand-to-hand combat skills accumulated by the free world for thousands of years, have given this world a terrifying power - absolutely no country can have so many high-level mecha warriors! Neither the Binarte Empire, nor the Fiyan Republic, nor any other country. In hand-to-hand combat, the free world is the only one in the world!

A demon has gathered this terrifying power!

"Block them!" Chuck roared in tears: "The 401st Regiment immediately entered the sortie position to organize defense, and let the second battalion of the 402nd Regiment shrink the formation and block it on the spot!" Don't let the enemy rush down! Block them! ”

As an excellent front-line commander, Chuck's response was very timely. He keenly saw places that other military staff officers had not yet seen. Almost at the same time as he gave the order. Groups of the same ugly mechs emerged from the heights of 205.

If the bandit army forms a counteroffensive, the consequences are unimaginable! Throw away Chuck, who is a light enemy, and use his brains with all his might. He's going to stop this battle from turning into a catastrophic rout!

"402nd Regiment, immediately put all troops into the attack!" Chuck Tie blushed, looked at the electronic sand table, and ordered: "The third battalion is also up!" The regimental reserve immediately set up a fire blockade! It is necessary to resolutely keep the enemy in front of our front! Even if there is only one person left, you can't take half a step back! ”

"Captain One!"

"Here!"

The commander of the 401st Regiment, who had been in charge of the guard of the headquarters, had his eyelids jumping.

"Order two battalions to attack from both flanks of the battlefield." Chuck didn't look back: "Before the enemy breaks through the formation of the second battalion, we must delay the follow-up of the enemy's follow-up troops and delay their attack posture!" ”

"Yes! Captain! The commander of the 401st regiment jumped on the mecha and rushed away.

A series of energy cannons strafed in front of Kozmo, and dozens of small holes arranged in an arc appeared out of thin air on the ground. Dirt splashes.

The ugly anti-joint leg of the sword slammed to the ground, and the mecha rolled and shook twice, and it had already shaken off the lock of the enemy mecha in the distance. The mech stood up. Keep moving. The vast earth retreated rapidly at its feet, and on the high ground behind it, torrents of black steel were rolling down.

Around Kozmo, hundreds of swords were scattered across a five-square-kilometer frontal battlefield, speeding through the loose dirt. One after another energy cannon landed on the ground between them. Kick up the dust and smoke in the sky. In the smoke and smoke columns, the bandit mecha is like a group of lions thrown into the attack. Their heavy soles stomped silently on the ground, their tense muscles and fluttering manes showed their strength, and their silent thrust was the world. The most dangerous signal!

The first battalion of the Ground Seuss armor on the steep slope has been broken through, and after the sneak attack and melee strangulation of the fire network, the remaining mechs will not exceed fifty. Right now. They were scattered and fled under the attack of the 2nd Battalion led by Weatherier and the 3rd Battalion led by Baz. The task of the 3rd Regiment and 1st Battalion of the SM Army, which jumped down the steep slope of the funnel-shaped heights, was to break into the blocking position of the 2nd Battalion of the 402nd Regiment of the Seuss Regiment that was arrayed on the plain.

Defeating this Seuss battalion in front of them, the bandit army will be able to launch a counterattack on the enemy's sortie position with one blow. By the time the Fourth Battalion led by Thomas and the Ground Sharp Knife Company led by Markavich are into battle, the bandit army will usher in a brilliant victory!

The figure of the Seuss mecha cluster. Infinitely magnified in front of Kozmo's eyes.

When Kozmo slammed into the Souss mechs like a mad rhinoceros, all he thought was the fat man who was gearing up as he set off.

Poor Northern Business Alliance. Unbeknownst to them, they were going to face a sneak attack force of fifty of the best mechfighters from all major schools! What's even more terrifying is that that army is led by that fat man!

God bless the unlucky, Amen.

The agricultural area of Lorenço, southeast of the town of Puluo, is a triangle located between the western district of the central city and the town of Puro. For the most part, it is a plain terrain. Only in the Pinchiling Mountains near the south. The terrain is slightly undulating, showing a small hilly terrain. Lorenzo River. It crosses the centre of the agricultural area, jumps over the northern plains, turns a few bends, and plunges into the valleys between the hilly slopes, all the way south to the south-west into the Carif River.

Because of its geographical superiority and fertile soil, the agricultural region of Lourenço has always been the most important food base in the central city of Mars, with a population density much greater than that of the remote agricultural areas, and the transportation roads and urban facilities are also well developed. After the outbreak of the Genre War, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people migrated out of Canterlot in order to escape the war between the major forces. The agricultural area of Lourenço is where many people have settled. In just a month or two, all kinds of simple houses and makeshift tents have stretched from the slums on the outskirts of the center city to the agricultural areas, and they have become a messy city.

The fat man sat in the mecha rubbing his skin and rubbing his itch, bored in every way.

His current location is in the woods of a hill just ten kilometers west of agriculture, one of the largest farms in the agricultural region of Lorenzo. Below him is the Lorenzo V Bridge, where the section road and the Resource Highway 7 meet.

Under the bridge, which is nearly three kilometers long and four hundred meters wide, the Lorenzo River is choppy. The sound of rolling waves is endless, the waves crash against the bridge piers, a semicircular white line is spread, and the water falls, merges into the river, and rolls south. The breeze rustled softly through the leaves on the hillside, and from time to time a few crisp bird cries rang out, and after attracting the echo of their companions, they were accompanied by the fluttering of wings.

Fifty cyan mechs, lurking silently in the dense woods.

The fat man manipulated the mech, flipped over lightly, and aimed the shy metal belly of the mech at the sunlight that shone through the gaps in the leaves.

"Who's going to talk?" The fat man opened the cabin, climbed on the belly of the mecha and lay down, lifted his clothes, revealing his white belly, half-squinted his eyes in the sun, scratched around, and said to Wei Jianshan not far away through the headset: "Old Wei, are you scared for a while?" ”

The second-level god of war twisted his face and ignored him.

"Don't be afraid!" The fat man comforted: "It's the first time, it's good to see blood, and I'll make sure you're cool for a while!" ”

"Shut up!" Wei Jianshan did not give the supreme leader of the bandit army any face. In his opinion, this dead fat man is a natural slut. I don't know how such a guy has grown so big and hasn't been hacked to death.

In the communication channel, the laughter of the fighters could be heard.

"Huh." The fat man smiled innocently: "The old guard is thin-skinned!" ”

"Colonel, when are we going to wait?" The first-class mecha commander of the Black Dragon Dao, George. Colter's voice came.

"What, can't wait?" Comfortably basking his belly, the slut is very proud.

Fifty mechs, except for himself. Among the remaining forty-nine people, there are two mecha war gods, twenty-two first-level mecha commanders, and twenty-five second-level mecha commanders! This does not include the leaders of the major schools who cannot participate in the front-line combat due to their status and those top mecha warriors who cannot be selected because they are a little older or joined the bandit army late.

Half-squinted, looking at the golden sunlight in the gaps in the canopy. The fat man does not think which country has an army. To be able to have such a force. And now, this power is already its own! The primary goal of coming to the free world has finally been achieved for the most part, now. There are also genres that converge to Puluo Town through various channels. The signboard of the genre mutual aid alliance has become the final belonging of all genres.

If he wins the battle to defend Puluo Town again, the fat man believes that there will be more genres that throw themselves into Puluo Town! When the bandit fleet initially forms combat effectiveness, even if it is only temporarily obtains air supremacy from Mars, the ground forces of the bandit army will be able to have a greater strategic space. At that time, no one will be able to stop the advance of the bandit army!

"Hey, there's a new mech." Colt laughed: "It's itchy in my heart!" ”

"Scratch!" On the metal case of the mecha that is slightly hot. The fat man's white belly rolled around in the sun, and he was humming in the sun.

"Colonel," Colt asked, "can we win over there at Pinchridge?" ”

Colter's words were asked to everyone's hearts, and there was silence for a while in the communication channel.

"Do you think you might lose?" The fat man pursed his lips and sighed: "I'm afraid that those guys will fight and won't be able to stop it when the time comes!" ”

The stagnant atmosphere in the communication channel suddenly became lively. All sorts of voices mingle together. The fighters talked a lot for a while.

"Colter, you don't want to think about it either. What kind of mecha are those guys in the third regiment driving? A second-level commander of Ming Xinliu took the lead and started the afterthought: "Not to mention the two Suss armored regiments of the eighth-generation mecha, even if there are five or six more, the three regiments can't lose!" ”

"That's it! Let's kill one by one, let's kill a pair of pairs, who have our bandits been afraid of? ”

"I like to listen to this, when it comes to mecha technology, Suss and those guys can't even compare to our peripheral disciples, fighting the lore stream and the mountain breaking stream, they can rely on the mecha to be powerful, when they meet us, where is their drama and singing?"

"Leave them clothes or pants, it all depends on the mood of the masters, it makes us angry, and an iron rod opens their chrysanthemums!"

"When you meet our bandits, count them as blood mold. They don't want to think about it, with our colonel here, where is the time when they take advantage? ”

"That's it! Who is our colonel? Eat people without spitting out bones! ”

"Bah, Cleo, are you complimenting the Colonel or scolding the Colonel?"

"Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue!"

"Go back and these guys hard!" The fat man's face twitched when he heard this, and his heart was ruthless.

However, the fat man also knew that this was the natural reaction of the pilots' hearts to relax. As civilian fighters who have not experienced real war, they are worried about the situation in Puluo Town at this moment. And this kind of worry, being able to put aside because of their own words, has shown their trust in themselves.

In the battle of Pingqiling, the fat man is not worried about the 205 heights and 261 heights, which have long been operated like iron walls. Not only is there a combined defensive wall, but also an invisible fortress with a small energy shield and a mecha mine trap installed at the node of the trench, and the 205 and 261 heights are mutual barriers, so if you can't take the 205 heights, don't think about attacking the 261 heights. And even if the enemy takes Heights 205, they will face a condescending attack from Heights 261.

Moreover, the current SM Third Regiment is already equipped with ninth-generation mechas. Underwent rigorous training to train the elite of the bandit army. With their own mecha control ability and strict tactical discipline cultivation, it is absolutely no problem to conduct a defensive battle against the two eighth-generation mecha regiments.

Now that I think about it, the fat man thinks that the most cost-effective deal he has done is to raid Silicon Valley.

In Silicon Valley, he not only obtained a magnetometer that was enough to change the combat mode of mechas. It has also obtained 11 studios with more than 30 top scientists as the core and their research results for many years!

These studios are not studios in some national academy, they are super scientific research institutions brought together from the entire universe!

In this world of eating by ability, no one who has a reputation for himself dares to come here to make a living. Those who dare to come here are all elites in various fields who are crazy for scientific and technological research! The minds of these scientists are filled with all sorts of wonderful ideas. In their computers, they store jaw-dropping research results.

If the Binarte Empire or the Republic of Fiyan knew. There is such a big treasure in the free world, and the fat man believes that these two countries will not hesitate to start a war for it!

But they didn't know! Not only do they not know, but the whole human world, including the free world, does not know.

The restriction and blockade of the free world by the Supreme Council of Mankind. Paralysized too many people.

No one believes that the people of the free world would dare to break through the resolutions of the Supreme Council of Mankind and create any prohibited weapons that are displayed on the blockade list. The organizations that rule the free world are nothing more than interest groups, and they are not even ants compared to the Supreme Union of Mankind, which owns almost all human countries.

If they want to live, they can become pirates, they can rob and kill. However, they would never dare to touch the cordon set by the Supreme United Council of Mankind! Even if there were fifty aircraft carriers, a thousand battleships, and one hundred thousand military mechs in front of them, they would not dare to reach out and touch them! Not to mention that they don't have that many armies to handle these things. Even if there is, compared with the regular armies of human countries, how long can such a thing last?

The free world is a world of the jungle, but there is a premise for this - everyone in this world must recognize their identity as an outcast! No matter how powerful and vicious you are in this world. You all have to follow the rules of the game. Once violated, waiting for you. It is destruction!

However, no one dares to make it, it doesn't mean that no one dares to study it!

Especially, for a bunch of scientific maniacs! Many of them didn't come to the free world because of crime, but because there are no rules in the mainstream society! They can do whatever they want to do here!

Of course, these experiments are top secret. They exist only in the most secret labs, or even in the brains of scientists. They have never been exposed, let alone sold for money. Their existence is the most important meaning of the lives of these scientists, and it is the greatest praise for their achievements in life!

For scientists, these research results are more important than life! They finish it at all stops, and keep it a secret.

Take general energy weapons as an example, among these scientists from various star fields in the universe, there are many who understand the full set of production processes. If they wanted to, energy weapons would have been proliferating in the free world long ago. However, compared to what they were studying, the creation of ordinary energy weapons was nothing more than a technology worth mentioning.

They would never ruin their research for such self-inflicted things. They have more important work to do, they are in a hurry to study artificial intelligence, genetic recombination, orc embryos, elixir of immortality, create black holes, destroy the universe, and study why women have hymen.

They are idiots, madmen. Also genius. In addition to their jaw-dropping research projects, they also work on improved theories for energy weapons, tougher metal materials, mecha systems, electronic attack methods and new cryptographic communication systems, new types of ships, radar and stealth technology

These things are kept secret, but they do exist in these labs of the free world!

Getting these people and getting the research results accumulated over the years in the hands of these people is an absolute unexpected gain for the fat man. When they went to Silicon Valley, he couldn't have imagined that these madmen had these things in their hands. Many of these items, once known to the Supreme Council of Mankind, would mean being hanged!

Thankfully, these lunatics never thought about making their findings public. At least in their lifetimes, they didn't have such thoughts. Fortunately, these things all fell into the hands of fat people. And these gains have directly contributed to the improvement of the combat effectiveness of the bandit army!

At the beginning, in the technical meeting to design the modification of the sword mecha. After the fat man saw the technology provided by the major studios, he returned to the room and smiled at Helen for two hours, laughing so much that Helen grabbed an energy gun with a pale face

Take the current Battle of Pinkiling as an example, the reason why the fat man dared to leave it to Markwich after formulating the battle plan was not only because he had enough trust in the ninth generation mecha and this group of high-level mecha warriors who were enough to shock the world, but more importantly. The bandits own the Micro Jamming Aircraft developed by Clover Studios.

This jammer, which was originally used in spaceship battles, was the key to the whole campaign.

In addition to creating an illusion on the position, the infantry who were engaged in defensive battles in the early stage also had an important task, which was to put ten miniature jammers on their hands. Spread all over the battlefield!

It was the miniature jammer that made the two electronic mecha platoons of the Seuss Armored Regiment with absolute superiority become the culprits of the Seuss Armored Regiment falling into the trap. The more they trust the intelligence, communications, and jamming advantages gained by the electronic mechs, the more they lose. Thousands of miniature jammers are enough to turn an entire battlefield within a radius of tens of kilometers into an electronic exclusion zone!

The fat man scratched his tanned red and itchy belly and rolled over into the cockpit. Open the electronic sandbox program on the console computer.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, at this time, the Souss armored regiment. Should have been fooled.

The electronic sand table in the mecha computer was presented in front of him, and the fat man sighed in frustration.

This new type of mecha featuring his appearance was eventually named Ranger. The handsome guy's apt name was collectively denied, which made the fat man very depressed, and the ranger was always a ranger, which was much better than the names of the "fat cat", "Bajie" and "Majin Buu" of the technological monsters.

Most of the technology of this kind of mecha commissioned by the Galaxy Mecha Company is from logic and God's gift, and the drawings provided to the Galaxy Mecha Company at the beginning. It is the main part of the structure of the mecha.

When Warcraft's classic humanoid structure. Plus God-given system technology, plus the top technology of major studios. At this moment, the Ranger who has completed the final assembly, and all the data have surpassed the original gods! And after installing a magnetometer, the fat man now doesn't know how many generations of mecha the ranger should belong to. He only knew that the performance of the Ranger was no longer suitable for being measured by the standards of modern mechas.

This is the core strength of the bandit army.

And today, this force will be fully unleashed.

Since you want to fight, you have to fight beautifully!

The fat man's gaze was staring at the electronic sandbox. The sand table shows the terrain around the town of Puluo. Now, three red arrows are coming from the south, east, and northeast directions, straight into the town of Puluo.

The fat man laughed twice, this attack of the Northern Business Alliance chose the right time and the right direction. If the bandit army is a faction like the Kill Stream, if the bandit army is only a small force of one hundred and twenty mechas, this attack by the Northern Alliance will definitely be deadly. But now, they underestimate the bandit army too much!

The four armored battalions drawn by the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment are the core force of the Northern Commercial Alliance. The two mixed regiments that were interspersed from the industrial zone in the north of the central city to the southwest were also elite troops that had repeatedly engaged in fierce exchanges of fire with the three major schools. Coupled with the strong advance of the two armored regiments of the Suss Empire from the south, no force in the free world can stop it!

It's a pity that Selwall wouldn't have thought that the bandit army at this moment is no longer the bandit army it used to be! The tug-of-war between him and the three major factions gave the bandit army a chance to develop and grow!

"With such a small number of troops, I want to eat Lao Tzu." The fat man's mouth almost reached the base of his ears, and he looked disdainful. Since the enemy's strength was determined, the fat man pondered and played a big game. The town of Prolo is too small for strategic space to maneuver. Once the Suss Empire is heavily overwhelmed, it will be a dead place immediately!

Therefore, the fat man wants to open up the strategic space for the survival of the bandit army through this campaign.

He was sketching on the electronic sand table, when suddenly, the voice of the sharp soldiers stationed around the communication channel came from the report.

"Colonel!" The voice of the mecha warrior in charge of the report trembled with excitement: "The armored battalion of the Northern Alliance has appeared!" ”

"Coming?" The fat man looked up at the radar display, and after a few minutes, a flashing cursor appeared on the edge of the radar screen, and immediately after, the cursor became five, ten, more and more.

The fat man turned on the telescope. Looking into the distance through the leaves. The fields stretched across the plain on the other side of the Lorenzo River, stretching as far as the eye could see, and the crops in the fields were half a man's height, with broad leaves growing diagonally upward, swaying in the breeze. The whole thing looks like an undulating wave. And on the slightly undulating horizon, several red mechas, revealing their figures. This is a mecha with a beautiful appearance. The slender fuselage, streamlined shell, and even the external armor have been carefully designed and retouched, and every line is full of power.

The dozens of mechs that walked in the front were in a combat form, and behind them, the same mechs were in road travel mode. The fuselage was not extended, the legs were folded together, the tracks on the thighs and the wheels on the calves were slowly turning. Between these mechs are heavy trucks and maintenance and auto-supply vehicles with robotic arms. The convoy slowly approached along the section road, one after another, and after a few minutes, the entire road turned a moving red.

"Two battalions?"

When the Soldier's stats appeared on the fat man's computer, he couldn't help but frown.

And two battalions, where did they go? How things are,