Bang dang! ”

[Taihang] threw it away, and [Toyama] fell into the mecha trench, shaking the broken copper and iron next to him, and the muddy water splashed everywhere.

Before Kozmo could jump out of the mecha, a skilled mechanic stepped forward to open the cockpit of [Toyama], and several motley soldiers who were hiding bored behind the position swarmed up and carried out the terrified Jeppen mecha warrior like a rabbit.

Jackpen's face turned pale. Honestly let the Chakner warriors scold and fiddle, facing the muzzle of the gun aimed at him, showing an extremely cooperative gesture. Control yourself and don't do anything that angers your enemies. A pair of small triangular eyes with a hint of pity and a hint of trepidation, at a loss. Trying hard to awaken the sympathy of victory,

At this time, he couldn't connect with the mecha that was pouring firepower unscrupulously in front of the position, showing off his might and flying might.

In this world, there are people who are not afraid of death.

Anyone who pats his chest and says that he is not afraid of death is just a temporary transcendent realm, and he must be carefully investigated, and no one dares to say that he will regard death as his home for the rest of his life.

If there is such a person, it is estimated that the fat man will be a mouthful of saliva when he goes up. Fuck you, you look timid, don't you?!

The positional battle is over.

The routed Jeppen people, in the fire that followed, finally did not regain their counteroffensive.

This group of soldiers in gray uniforms. Lost the courage of the place. He crawled and fled into the bunker at the bottom of the mountain. Even a pistol-wielding officer on the position killed several soldiers who were running at the front. None of them could stop the panicked crowd.

The defeat was like a mountain. Once you have chosen to run. Turn your back to the enemy. It always feels like there's something staring at your back. The chill is pressing. Under the pressure of fear in the land of death. I can't stop if I want to.

In the face of such a rout. Experienced Chakner fighters naturally do not let go.

It's not the same as the previous battle. The only thing they need to do in pursuit is to aim and shoot.

It was a short and tragic massacre.

Rushing down the hill to the Jeppen soldiers. Shot in a row and in a row. The gray figures who crawled to the ground or fell to their knees. or stumbling and falling. Corpses all over the place. Filled the entire hillside. sparsely wooded. Reverberated to the ground. It was full of screaming gunfire and heart-rending screams.

No matter how fast a person's legs are, they can't be faster than bullets after all. More than 200 Jeppen soldiers who participated in the charge turned around and fled, but only one hundred and fifty or six, and more than sixty or seventy finally returned to the position.

This was the twenty-third attack repelled by the Chakna warriors. A miraculous battle.

The kind of gap that knows that you will lose and die, but you turn around to win the victory, is too exciting for these extremely tired men.

They howled at the top of their throats, finger-thick veins bouncing beneath their swollen necks, clearly visible.

Until they walked through the trenches and into the mecha trenches, their faces were red as if they were soaked in blood. The eyes were excited, and they looked like a herd of bulls who had just won a duel.

When they saw a group of miscellaneous soldiers again, the eyes of the soldiers were completely different. After this battle, even the mentally retarded know that the gang of miscellaneous cards in front of them is not as simple as it seems.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the fat major general's sniper marksmanship, he can afford to be superb. That's not something that can be blown out by mouth, it's a real skill that has been fought on the battlefield countless times of hard training!

And the mechwarrior. Everyone is knowledgeable, and the guys with eyes on the top of their heads in the special battalion of the armored division are not opponents of others!

Having let go of their prejudices, the Chacner warriors began to make amends for their previous lack of sight. People who are walking on the line of life and death are right, and wrong is wrong, and there is no word hypocrisy in their dictionary.

As soon as they walked into the mecha trenches, a group of Chakner men blended into the crowd of bandit soldiers without a trace, as if they had seen relatives reunited after a long absence. Those who smoke cigarettes, take food almost, and pat sycophants are all busy.

"Brother, get a cigarette." The senior soldier with his own slap mark on his face sat next to Baz: "I was busy just now, I haven't had time to greet you guys, where are you coming?" ”

Buzz glanced at the sparse golden, high-headed, freckled soldier with a nose and cheeks, took the cigarette he handed over, accepted his explanation of being "very busy" just now, and said with a smile: "Just came from the Longbow Galaxy." ”

"The Longbow Galaxy?" The senior soldier exchanged glances with the corporal sitting on the other side, who also had a slap print on his face, turned on the lighter, and asked, "Salga?" ”

"Mars." Buzz put on the fire and lit a cigarette: "I just fought a battle in the Longbow System and killed two elephant-class fleets of the Binaert Empire, and I heard that you are in trouble, no, I came." ”

"Kill the two elephant-class fleets" The senior and the corporal were dumbfounded. The lighter in the private's hand shuddered, almost hitting a slump of Buzz's forehead.

"Comments?" Buzz smirked.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The superior soldier shook his hand and closed the lighter: "Brother, I admit it, we just looked away." But your braggadocio is too unreliable."

Buzz rolled his eyes: "Bragging? When you read the military report, you will know if I am bragging. ”

The senior soldier rolled his eyes, not believing it anyway.

"Brother, which unit are you?" The corporal on the side diverted the topic, pointed to Baz's uniform, and asked, "Why have we never seen this kind of uniform?" ”

"We're not regulars," Buzz grinned, flashing the badge on his shoulder, "Mars bandits, have you heard of them?" ”

The corporal looked at the big bandit word and shook his head in a daze. The self-proclaimed bandit army, this was the first time he had heard of it. The senior soldier on the side had a bright eye, and said excitedly: "I have heard that Mars was beaten down by a bandit army. Later, it was taken over by the Fyan people, and I heard that the commander of the bandit army was a colonel Leray. Could it be?"

"That's us!" Buzz raised his head proudly and pointed at the fat man not far away: "That's the colonel you said, and now he is a major general." Our leader. ”

"Amazing!" In fact, the senior soldier, who only knew a little about the Battle of Mars, quickly changed the topic and gave a thumbs up: "I heard that the Lelei Federation fought bravely, but we didn't believe it before, but now I believe it." Not to mention the sniper marksmanship of your general, it really opened our eyes. ”

As he spoke, the senior soldier rushed at Feng Laosi, who was holding a sniper rifle, and said to Baz: "Did you see this guy?" ”

"Sniper?" Baz glanced at Feng Laosi, who was a little depressed.

"Samsung sniper. In a group of twelve, he killed three. Half a year. The senior soldier smiled gloatingly: "Usually, when you talk to us about marksmanship, your eyes are long and the top of your head is on it, but today you can admit it." You fat general, in less than half an hour, killed at least thirty! Pointing where to shoot, that marksmanship is a god! ”

Buzz is a jumper by nature

Serve the fat man, sir. At this time, when he heard that the senior soldier was so deliberately flattering, he immediately puffed his eyebrows: "What is that, to be honest, you really want to see the majesty of our general on the mecha Hehe, I'm afraid that my eyes will have to fall." I, Buzz, have never served a few people in my life, but we generals, I am a good servant. ”

"Major General Mecha Warrior?" The Chakna warriors who gathered around on the side couldn't help but be surprised. Mechanic Shen Ming hugged the gun in his arms and asked, "Isn't he a mechanic?" ”

"Who says a mechanic can't be a mech?" Buzz pouted.

"How many levels?" Sampson, who couldn't hold it anymore, asked. After hearing that this group of guys was from Mars, the only mecha warrior left in the company couldn't stop his heart from racing.

"How many levels?" Buzz was stunned and scratched his head: "I don't know about this." I don't know. ”

It's not that Buzz is making a mistake, in fact, whether it is military or the standards of the civilian mecha fighting world, even the standards are not very applicable to them, how can they be used to measure the great fat chief.

The Chakner warriors looked at each other in confusion, somewhat incomprehensible. Is there anyone in this world who doesn't know his level? Is there still a level that is not clear?

Sampson pointed to Kozmo next to the I mecha and said, "Then this guy should be at least an eighth-level mecha warrior, right?" ”

"Military-grade, forty-five moves per second, then you are too underestimating people." Buzz's words were not shocking, and everyone present was stunned: "Using the standards of our folk mechanics, that guy is now estimated to be at the level of a first-class mecha leader, although it is a little worse, and his hand speed is also sixty-two movements." ”

Said, Buzz glanced at Kozmo and said in a loud voice: "However, don't look at his stinky fart, let's guess the boxing lost, it's his turn?!" ”

Hearing Buzz's undisguised voice, Zimo in the distance raised his eyebrows faintly.

Chuck sat around Buzz