The speed of the 900 kilometers per hour rush was almost twice that of the bows and arrows fired, and the sense of relative speed between the solid ground clinging to the surface and these lightning-fast mechs made Slipp feel dizzy.

Fifty cars were scattered among the ruins, and their figures loomed. When it sprinted, the huge wind that was expelled from the air was like an ancient trumpet. As they leaped over like meteors, the weeds on the ruins, as if they had been pulled violently, quickly tilted towards the tail of the mecha, and the dust on the ruins was even more churning up like a torrent.

Fifty green wolves rushing towards their prey, fifty billowing dust and smoke. Stepp and several other fighters beside him even forgot the warning they should have given. They were completely blown away by the magnificent image of the charge. It wasn't a cold mech, it was a hunt from the primeval jungle that occupied the top of the food chain, baring their fangs and claws in the sun, squandering their energy unbridledly.

And the two Blood Shadow Mecha Companies located in the Evergreen neighborhood, which were congested and panicked, completely lost their fierceness and strength at this moment. Before they made contact, their disguise had been stripped away, and now they looked more like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

A shrill alarm sounded.

It was sent from the outermost alert mech. He was right in front of the fifty cyan mechs that raided. Standing alone in a little red among the ruins, the mech sirens were pulled out violently.

The cyan mecha that rushed to the front pounced.

The alarm abruptly stopped.

Like a lion pounces on an antelope, there is no suspense. Poor prey, didn't even have time to react.

The red mech was thrown to the ground. Dusty, strangely shaped parts. Scattered.

Immediately, it turned into a blazing ball of fire after a white light that swept across the earth. The cyan mecha that killed it had already been shot away, and next to this blazing fire, dozens of cyan figures swept by. There was not the slightest pause.

Almost in the blink of an eye. The bandit mecha team had already arrived less than two hundred meters away from the central square.

Even if the cyan mecha slowed down significantly, these two hundred meters were only a distance of more than two seconds. Staple They never thought about what two hundred meters meant, and soon, they got the answer - it was the best distance to break through the opponent's cluster with energy cannons in a high-speed assault.

Dozens of cars were crammed into the rubble of the neighborhood, and the red gusts of wind were turning. There are a few more. Trying to start, switching battle modes. More. Desperately trying to spread out to the sides, it was a mecha diagram, frightened, frightened, overwhelmed and reckless

Soon, the picture was torn apart by a white light.

It was a furious light consisting of fifty 260 mm energy cannons and one hundred 80 mm energy cannons.

Stapp and the other six Northern Alliance soldiers could only watch blankly, watching the white light sweep through everything, looking at the red figures. Wiped out in the white light. Even the dozen or so Rafale that had already driven the energy shield to the fullest. Didn't survive this wave of attacks, their energy shields. Like a fire candle in the wind, after four successive color changes, it quickly collapsed in a violent torrent of energy, and then, the outer armor of the mecha was melted and torn, followed by the mecha ground shell, and then, the exposed skeleton and parts

When the white light flashed away, when the red mecha cluster was suddenly attacked and torn apart, fifty cyan mechas, like arrows piercing the heart, pierced into the red mecha group almost at the same time.

The timing, speed and angle are creepy!

In the red mecha cluster, bloody cutting lines quickly appeared! It was a cyan mech, rushing.

Stapp knew that there was no one left to stop the killing.

In the middle of the ghost's trick, Slipp suddenly pointed his television at the monkey squad leader next to the fountain in the central garden.

The closer-in television screen clearly sent the gust of wind with a golden double horizontal line paint to Stepp's eyes. It was a mecha that had taken an awkward pose because of its panic, and its controller, not long ago, was clamoring to give someone a good look.

It's a pity that now it's someone else who gives him a good look.

In the shot, a cyan mecha marked 01, after destroying a red gust near the church, kicked like a bullet and shot towards the monkey team leader.

The hand speed has already exceeded forty per second, and the monkey squad leader has just avoided the energy cannon attack of the bandit army in embarrassment, and he is in shock. Seeing the cyan mecha rushing towards him, he hurriedly parried. Looking at the movements of the mecha, Stepp could even imagine how ugly and hideous the lean face had become at this moment because of his desperate efforts to increase his hand speed.

The cyan mech kicked on the arm of the mecha that Captain Monkey pressed down, and then did a somersault, and the mecha changed its dazzling posture in the air, and sat on the head of the red mecha. After twisting his ass uncomfortably, he quickly threw himself at another Blood Shadow Mech. ::First-Start:

Stepp stupidly looked at the monkey squad leader's mech head, peeking out from under the fat cyan mech's butt

For the rest of his life, he pondered the same question over and over again.

Why, Captain Monkey's mecha head, instead of being flattened according to the usual logic, has an effect similar to the effect of being used to two sides like being used to being double-peaked, which is a fundamental violation of the laws of physics, which is unreasonable! After countless simulations, Slipp finally unveiled the goddess of truth. Clamped with ass!! In the sky, a majestic voice echoed.

Years later, Stepp's wife would always see Stepp standing by the window at midnight when she dreamed back, lonely and bleak. She would always get out of bed, walk up behind Stepp, and gently hug him. She didn't know. What kind of stimulus did Slipp receive in that war? All she knew was that Stepp's neurasthenia had done it again.

This strange blow has already doomed Captain Monkey to the fate of this life-and-death battlefield - another cyan mecha passed by, and trampled the mecha into scrap metal with one kick.

The powerful combat effectiveness of the bandit mecha squad has been brought into full play.

These mechs, gods of war and mecha lords. Born to exist for such an attack. In a chaotic cluster of enemy mechs. They are like fish in water. This kind of battle not only allowed them to have a deeper understanding of mecha martial arts, but also practiced the cooperation between them more and more proficiently.

"Long live Satan!" The obese cyan mecha fell into the red mecha like a cannonball smashed into the water.

The fat man began to play the role of a magic stick. He jumps up and down.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you. Beat the water dogs. This is the highest criterion that fat people have always practiced. Fish begins to rot from the head. The fat man decided to take a good start.

Knocked down three mechs with a magnetometer, and the fat man jumped out against the ground. Kicking under the crotch of a gust of wind. Then he reflexively struck a hand knife and cut off the head of another Rafale. After parrying the attack of the enemy behind him, he took advantage of the situation to pounce into the arms of a mecha in front of him, and when he parted, he put a maintenance robotic arm under his crotch and shook it around with a part of the opponent

When these mechs fell to the ground with electric sparks, the ranger piloted by the fat man had already burst into the other gusts. Fists, elbows, shoulders. Knee. Legs, these parts go without saying. Even the more fragile head was used by him. The most unbelievable thing is that the mecha's buttocks, stomach, and the evil mechanical maintenance arm hidden under the crotch are turned around by the windmill he dances. Once the red mechs around them are touched, they will either be killed or injured.

The bandit elites behind him were convinced that this kind of fighting style that was full of weapons and could be invincible when splashing and rolling was simply an art. They knew that on either side of the mech's buttocks, there was a powerful bite, and they also knew that there was a maintenance arm hidden under the crotch of the mech.

They didn't know that such a thing, in battle, could be so lascivious and strong. It's an artifact.

The most artistic is the fat man's erratic and insidious movement.

No matter how many enemies there are around, no matter what position or posture the enemy is, he can always appear behind the most unsuspecting mech. A slap in the face.

Turning, sliding, and another blow to the stick.

It's a pleasure to watch this demon knock on a stuffy stick. His articulation of this skill is even more precise than the movement of the top Slok players on the white ball. One after another, the stuffy sticks are like flowing water in the same industry, endlessly.

And between actions, the stumbling blocks under Ranger 0's feet have also reached the point where they are endless. Whoever is near him he stumbles. The invisible magnetic force, the tangible mechanical legs, those ordinary mecha warriors whose hand speed is no more than twenty or thirty movements per second, have no power to fight back in front of him, and they want to cry aggrieved.

Wei Jianshan, who had been following the fat man, only saw the corners of his eyes jumping.

It wasn't until now that he understood how interesting it was for the fat man to let himself touch casually.

If at that time, he wanted to test the insidious attack methods of the mecha on himself, Wei Jianshan refused to imagine it.

Playing against such a professional sinister mecha warrior is the sorrow of all mechs. You can't understand at all how bad a martial arts master with five big and three rough martial arts masters is to bully a kindergarten child and excitedly make monkeys steal peaches.

But, to the end, the fat man is obviously at a loss for anything about morality or chivalry. Moreover, according to Wei Jianshan's observation, this kind of confusion is very contagious, and you only need to look at the increasingly insidious movements of other mecha warriors to know how terrifying it will be once this confusion spreads.

The fat man continued to be dazed, and continued to howl happily, "Long live Lord Satan", and greeted the enemy with the most inferior tricks. Behind him, the imitation show of forty-nine bandit soldiers is also becoming more and more skillful.

The Blood Shadow Mecha Company organized defenses again and again in vain, and was once again and again divided by the interspersed cyan mechas, torn apart, and annihilated. When some of the red mechs that were crowded together began to disobey the order and scattered in all directions, the entire team completely collapsed.

Morale, in other words, is the courage of the crowd.

In an existential war, this ungraspable thing can affect the entire battle situation.

Have morale, be able to defeat the strong with the weak, and even be able to march all the way and win every battle until the war is won.

And once you lose your heart, the result is naturally the opposite.

In many battles in history, there have often been miracles in which a squad of soldiers captured a battalion or even a regiment. There is also a scene of a person chasing after a group of people.

This situation has only occurred because many people feel that the general trend has passed, and they are collectively frightened, and they dare not and do not want to make unnecessary resistance anymore.

And when the two Blood Shadow Mecha Companies began to retreat, this scene reappeared.

The Blood Shadow Mecha Warriors, who had long been exhausted by the back and forth transfers, had already been demoralized to the extreme. The whole team was filled with doubt, irritation, complaining, and weariness. With these negative emotions, it will definitely not be a heroic warrior. This is exactly what the fat man wants.

And once these people suffer more blows than they can bear, their negative emotions will become more negative. They will be suspicious of every command of the officer, they will feel afraid of the enemy's ferocious attack, they will feel that it is not worth throwing their lives here in vain! They will find themselves countless interfaces out of battle.

Defeat is the most unquestionable truth of war. Even if their officers reacted correctly at this time, they could not stop this overwhelming decline.

Stepp and a few other fighters who had not been involved in the battle left. They had already planned to leave the organization, and now was an opportunity. They scattered and left, without saying goodbye, and no one said where they wanted to go.

Before leaving, Slipp looked at the time. At 3:30 p.m., in the low ruins of the Evergreen neighborhood, the first and second companies of the second battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment were erased. He witnessed the moment.

The fifty cyan mechs had completed their hunt again. A big hole has appeared in the defense line of the Northern Alliance!