Volume 9 Chapter 57 The bandit army is out of the cage

Six hundred kilometers west of the capital of Feiyang, Heidfeld. A convoy is speeding westward, escorted by mechs.

After crossing a flying road nearly two hundred meters wide, the lead off-road vehicle swerved and drove into a slip road leading to the farm on the endless plains.

The huge convoy was apparently unable to make a right turn at the same time and squeeze into the narrowed intersection, and some military vehicles simply roared down the shoulders of the road and sped over the wilderness full of sand and gravel and clumps of weeds.

From the air, the traffic rushing down the highway resembles a herd of takin, spreading out after crossing the river. The rugged-looking military vehicles and mechs rolled up the dust and sand in the sky. The spinning and beating wheels and the swinging mechanical legs form a striking contrast with the solid and vast earth, both dynamic and static.

Several helicopter gunships flew through the air. At the ends of the short wings, two cylindrical ion engines spewed out a stream of blue light. Higher, a small transport ship descending under the escort of fighter planes had already passed through the clouds.

When the speeding convoy rushed into the outer gate of the "farm", which was surrounded by five metal fences, the huge and cold black steel hull of the transport ship had already slid less than a hundred meters above the convoy's head. The shock-absorbing landing gear under the belly of the ship has been opened, rows of indicator lights are flashing, and the roar of the huge anti-gravity engines is deafening.

The convoy chased the transport ship that was almost close at hand, and the sentry posts by the perimeter fence and the gate of the fence were instantly left behind.

"Oh my God!" The ensign, who was driving the lead SUV, shouted in disbelief.

In the co-pilot seat next to him, Colonel Barak of the Feiyan Army stared at him. Looking ahead, his eyes glazed over.

Endless flames converged into a sea of fire a kilometer ahead, some vehicles were parked far away, and hundreds of soldiers and ambulance personnel were running back and forth in a chaotic manner amid the shrill sirens. Buildings collapsed behind them, and huge fireballs rose behind them.

Before the SUV could stop at the third gate, Barak, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already jumped out of the door.

"The medical team joins the rescue, the others assemble! Hurry up, hurry up! Barak roared. The soldiers under his command jumped out of the transport vehicle, the medical mecha quickly deployed close to the base, and the medical medics carrying stretchers ran while pressing the military caps blown by the strong wind, and the individual mechs quickly lined up and assembled.

By the time he walked towards the crowd commanding the scene, Barak's face was already pale. As the closest garrison to Najib Farm, he led his troops to the area less than 20 minutes after receiving an urgent call from the Ministry of Defense. However, he never dreamed that this secret base, known as the farm, would now become like this.

What the hell is going on?!

Facing the raging fire, Barak had barely walked outside the crowd of the makeshift headquarters, which was made up of several high-ranking military and government officials, when he heard a loud noise coming from his left. It was a transport ship that was forcibly landed. Even with the cushioning of the shock-absorbing landing gear, the unhardened ground was still smashed into several craters by the heavy ship.

"Mr. Wellington, the commander of the 1st Regiment of the 232nd Armored Division of the Feiyang Army reports to you." Barak saluted a gray-haired official.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Colonel." Defense Minister Wellington suffered multiple injuries on his body, and even though he was bandaged and changed into a temporary change of clothes, his hair, which had been burned by the fire, still made him look a little embarrassed, "Are all your people here?" ”

"I brought a battalion here! They're all over there. Barak looked at the injured Wellington in amazement. Then he quickly turned his head, "Need my soldiers to enter the fire to join the rescue?" ”

"Your mission is to maintain the security and defense of the base, and the rest is to be done by the National Security Rapid Reaction Force." Wellington waved his hand and turned his gaze to a group of soldiers in black uniforms as they were speeding down from the small transport.

"Yes!" Barak felt uncomfortable in his heart for a while, saluted and prepared to leave.

He didn't know what had happened at the base, but he didn't have much affection for the cold-faced and expressionless members of the National Security Rapid Reaction Force. He looked at the time and raised an eyebrow slightly. Although the National Security Rapid Reaction Force is annoying, he has to admit that these guys from far away in Heidfield came faster than himself!

"Get out of the way, quick!"

"Doctor!"

A group of people rushed out of the base with several stretchers, and Barak subconsciously stopped. Perhaps because of the high status of the wounded on the stretcher, several high-ranking officials, including Wellington, rushed up to meet them. Through the crowd, Barak suddenly saw a brown Leray uniform. And the person lying on the stretcher, it turned out to be

A thunderbolt crossed the mind of Barak, a Lere immigrant. Yesterday afternoon, the voice of the friend who received his call echoed in his ears at this moment.

"Tomorrow? I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow, God, how can it be so coincidental and really can't work. To be honest, tomorrow Admiral Bernadotte will meet with President Francis and have afternoon tea, and I won't be able to leave for a minute."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Barak stood outside the burning base.

Wounded Defence Minister Wellington, Wounded Bernadotte Can't Hide The Panic Officials Rushing to the National Security Rapid Reaction Force Afternoon Tea President Francis Guards Secret Military Base A series of words are threaded in their heads, and everyone is shaking in front of their eyes.

A feeling of horror instantly made him feel cold all over his body.

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As Margaret sat down in front of her with a serious face, and stopped talking, the fat man realized that something damn seemed to have happened.

He closed the yellow magazine he was holding. This was snatched from a Captain Feiyan after he boarded the battleship, and it took him five or six hours to see the cover girl

The restlessness of reuniting with the ** beauty on the cover after a long absence, has disappeared. Returning to the depressing reality from the fantasy of big breasts and fat buttocks made the fat man depressed for a while. He lifted his eyelids, and Margaret, who was dressed, was obviously not as charming and cute as she was when she was not dressed.

Seeing Margaret open her mouth but not make a sound, the fat man's eyes became confused.

This is not Margaret's style. Her extraordinary intelligence is not only reflected in her military talent, but also in her verbal expression and emotional control.

There's nothing she doesn't say, and there's nothing she doesn't dare to do!

No one knows this better than the fat man. You know, it's this banshee who dares to call herself an old lady to play a dangerous taboo game with herself and blatantly **!

The fat man thought with tears in his eyes, if there was something that made her want to stop talking, it must be a more serious thing than ** himself.

The room is quiet, and the rest cabin of about 40 square meters looks full of industrial coldness. This is the typical style of Feiyang's [Shark]-class cruisers, both inside and out.

The Shark-class cruiser is a weapon of war that relies on speed to rush into enemy fleets and fight at close quarters, even in the bedrooms of senior officers.

Expensive smart housekeeping system, soft leather sofas, beautiful wooden window sills. For such a warship with an extremely high rate of battle damage, it is simply a luxury.

The fat man put the magazine aside and moved his buttocks.

He really wanted to tell Margaret that if he had something to say, he would let go if he had a fart, and the fat man's psychological tolerance was very strong, you little witch dare to ** Lao Tzu, what else is there to be ashamed to answer?

Of course, this was just a thought, and he didn't want Margaret to just kill him without saying anything.

Thinking about it, suddenly a spirit, does she want to do it again? The fat man's tears swirled around the edge of his eyes, not knowing whether to be happy or wronged.

The ship shook for a while, and the sudden dim lights and the flickering sound of the engines indicated that the battleship was passing through a space jump point. This means that the warships, which have been carefully evading the Western fleet, finally no longer have to maintain oppressive silence and light control to circle the dark universe.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of life and death on the battlefield. Because of [logic] and because of mecha martial arts, there are only a handful of people in this world who can kill him. Most of the time it was he who bullied people. When others could bully him, he was able to get away with it easily.

And on the battleship, there is no way to run. He wondered all the way that God knew when an energy cannon bigger than a train would turn the battleship into space junk along with himself.

"I just received news that President Francis has been assassinated and Admiral Bernadotte is seriously wounded." Margaret suddenly spoke at this point.

The fat man glared at Margaret.

"The admiral's condition is very bad, he is currently being rescued, and he is not out of danger yet!"

The fat man's face gradually turned iron-blue. His teeth were already clenching before he knew it, and the cold hairs all over his body exploded, like a frightened and angry porcupine!

"What did you say?" He asked word for word.

Margaret did not answer. She knew that the fat man had heard it very clearly, and she knew that he didn't really want to hear it again. So, she nodded earnestly!

The fat man looked at Margaret blankly, his mind was blank, the president of this superpower, died so easily and simply?

At this time?!

"Old man," the fat man clenched his fists unconsciously, "how can you be with President Francis?!" ”

"Admiral Bernadotte was invited to visit the Fiyan 52 military base and to discuss with President Francis about the next step of military-industrial cooperation,"

Margaret gently grabbed the fat man's hand and whispered. "The attack took place in the afternoon ... At thirty-six points, the president and his secretary, bodyguards, and seven high-ranking military and political officials were killed on the spot, and dozens were injured. ”

"Who's the murderer?!" The fat man's voice trembled a little, and the whole person looked like a powder keg with a fuse lit.

"Base Guard Company!" Margaret held the fat man's hand, looked him in the eye and said, "After the attack, this company has committed mass suicide except for the accident in which it was killed in the exchange of fire with the presidential escort!" One hundred and forty-six people, not a single one alive. ”

Her gaze flickered coldly: "Obviously, this is an assassination that has been planned together for a long time!" The target is President Francis. Admiral Bernadotte just coincided with the meeting. ”

"So, the old man is just incidental?" The fat man gritted his teeth and laughed, his voice was creepy, "Old man, you are really worthless!" ”

"The military department has launched an investigation, and Admiral McKinley has rushed back to Heidfield as soon as possible," Margaret looked at the fat man who looked wrong worriedly, and comforted, "We will definitely find out about this matter, President Francis cannot die in vain, and in the same way, we will have an explanation for Admiral Bernadotte!" ”

"Just take care of your president." The fat man waved his hand and turned his gaze to the porthole, "The old guy's affairs, we will handle it ourselves." ”

"Fat Man" Margaret's heart sank, and a hint of foreboding was confirmed in the fat man's cold and hard face.

No one knows fat people better than she does. She knew that once this guy was pressed, he would be even more terrible than the craziest madman in the world! Now the expression on the fat man's face is exactly the same as that of those honest and timid people who are afraid of death, when they rush at the hooligans with knives when they can't bear it anymore.

There is a repressed hysteria, a frightening nervousness.

"I need to make a phone call." The fat man ignored Margaret. His eyes were looking straight out the window. And Bernadotte recognized the present picture. It's like a movie that plays over and over again in my head.

At the Military Academy in Gariparan. The old guy put on a straight face, and after giving himself a compliment, he sent himself to the front line of Cato

When greeting the returning prisoners of war at Gariparan Airport, the old guy stood at the forefront of a group of high-ranking generals with his head held high, raising his hands and saluting

In Mars, the old guy writes a letter telling himself that he is proud of himself

In Chakna Hanjing, the old guy greeted him, hugged him fiercely with open hands, smiled and said to himself, "Welcome home!" ”

Every shot in the past is so clear.

Bernadotte and Russell are not the same. He wasn't a famous general, and he didn't have the military command skills of Russell. However, he was selfless, calm and determined. In his body, he has the most typical characteristics of the Leray Federation. He is the epitome of all Lelei soldiers!

The fat man doesn't understand, after losing Hamilton, Schneider, Brown, and losing 30 million Lelei soldiers, how much does the Lelei Federation need to pay for this war?

Those damn seeds, how many people do you want Lelei to sacrifice? How dare they attack the people around them?!

"Whoever you are, I'm going to send you to hell with my own hands!"

The fat man looked coldly out the window, and after hearing the sound of the automatic door closing as Margaret left, he got up and walked to the table and picked up the phone.

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Closing the mobile phone in his hand, Fang Xiang looked at the phone in a daze for a long time.

On the streets of Mars Center City, people come and go, and many passers-by look at Fang Xiang with amazing eyes. However, no one knows that this beautiful woman standing on the street in a pleasing mix and match casual dress and carrying a shopping bag is the de facto controller of the Mars Freeport.

The shop windows on the street are full of goods. The bustling crowd, with brisk steps, brings the world a fast pace and vitality.

The highway is like a ribbon flying in the air. Countless flying cars are speeding down the road, some leaving the traffic and turning off the side road, while others cross the viaduct and carefully exit the merge lane, then accelerate and merge into the traffic.

Above the city, there was a unique clangling sound of construction sites. Countless one-armed tower cranes on one side rotated on their respective turf, and on the space city wrapped in stout I-beams, hundreds of construction mechs were busy like worker ants walking back and forth on the ant nest with dirt on it.

After the Mars War, Freeport is recovering at an astonishing rate.

War has given the free world far more opportunities than in peacetime. Smuggling ships, free trade groups, mercenary organizations, and large chaebol corporations from different places have also pooled their wealth here as they enjoy the interstellar routes that extend in all directions.

The cruel pirates all over the shipping lanes have been wiped out by the bandits, and the major space docks and space stations are also under the absolute control of the bandits. Merchant groups and smuggling ships traversing the waterways no longer have to worry about the safety of property and life. They can buy food at a reasonable price and sell their goods on the Freeport exchange without any painful transaction fees.

Low transaction and transportation costs, safe transportation channels, war blockades of the main passages, and hunger for various supplies in the various star fields touched by the Mars Free Passage network have made Mars more prosperous than before.

The wealth of the bandit army is growing at an astonishing rate. Audrey, who has an outstanding talent in business, relies on the blockade of the entire interstellar territory of mankind by war to make money in an almost plundering way.

In addition to making money from smugglers and merchants, Audrey also earns money from Western countries, from Filipino countries, is not tall and looks pure and lovely, and has the fatal temptation of a woman.

However, thanks to her actions, while the gold coins of the Brody regime flowed far into her pocket, the smugglers were breaking through the blockade of the Western Covenant and rushing towards the Atlantis field controlled by Flavio.

With sufficient funds, the development of the bandit army can be described as a rapid progress. The smugglers, merchants, and enterprises have great power in their respective fields, and the cooperation between several neutral countries and Mars has allowed some scarce strategic materials to flow into Mars.

Based on this, the current bandit army, under the leadership of Fang Xiang, has quietly grown into a behemoth!

In the Longbow system, Russell leads the eight *-class fleets of the bandit army. These ships consisted of the latest Lelei battleships and the captured Binarte battleships, all of which were refitted. Possesses split, impact, and invisibility abilities. Mars' technology gives them greater defense, mobility, and combat effectiveness.

At the same time, in the Freeport of Mars, four more *-class fleets are being intensively refitted. Most of these ships come from trading with neutral nations, and when they arrive in Mars, they will be stripped of all traces of neutrals and completely transformed into high-speed warships with the style of Mars pirates.

On the Army side, the potential of the free world of Mars has been fully activated. At present, the bandit army has an army armored division, a total of thirty divisions. Twenty of them, including the 1st and 2nd Panzer Divisions, have completed their training and the installation of Ranger mechs. The remaining ten recruits are also forming combat effectiveness.

Mars's abundant source of civilian fighters has made the bandit army's army combat effectiveness stand at the top of the world from the very beginning. And the manipulation training plan formulated by the fat man is at the forefront of the war. Once the strength of the thirty armored divisions was stimulated, even Fang Xiang himself would feel frightened by it.

Sometimes, Fang Xiang even thinks that if that fat man is a conspirator with vigorous ambitions, then what kind of disaster will he bring to the world when he masters this power!

What's more, with the commissioning of the twelfth generation mecha production lines of Chakna, Fulongjian Company and Meteor Company, one after another hideous [rampant] mecha are walking off the production line one after another. The mecha industrial zone set up in the Mars Freeport is also under intense construction.

It can be expected that the bandit army, which can complete the replacement of the twelfth generation of mecha within half a year, will be very powerful. In front of these high-level fighters and the twelfth-generation mecha they piloted, ordinary armored troops simply had no room to fight back. They will be torn to shreds the first time they encounter the bandit armored clusters!

Also, the shipyard of the Meteor Company has begun to build the battleship designated by the fat man, and the progress is very fast. To the outside, these are small warships with the strange style that Mars pirates often have. No one knew that for the sake of this batch of warships, Mars was recruiting a large number of pilots and ordering fighters from Chuckner.

There are many mercenaries and pirates in the free world of Mars who rely on space to eat, and these guys who fly pirate fighters to rob homes are turning into fighter pilots of the bandit army.

When you think of hundreds of aircraft carriers, unleashing tens of thousands of fighters to drown your opponents; Fang Xiang felt palpitations when he thought of the high-level mecha warriors of the bandit army who were driving the twelfth generation rampant, slaughtering the enemy's armored clusters in a combat method that was beyond this era.

The strength of the bandit army is visible. Everyone in this army is excited about it every day. They protect their mechs and warships as if they were their own eyes, and wipe their companions spotless every day, a message, a message of longing to fight!

And now, standing on the street of Fifth Commercial Avenue in Central City, I received a phone call.

The fat man made a decision.

He's going to release this caged beast!.

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