Volume VII, Chapter 11, Night

Jeremiah. Banning, who has always been proud of having the same surname as Banning, the first general of the Naga Federation. It was his idol, and he dreamed that he could be such a big man.

However, Jeremiah himself knows that apart from the same surname, he really has nothing in common with the famous general. At the age of twenty-two, he is just a small captain of the Extreme Mercenary Group. With a meager salary, he performs some work as a bodyguard or transportation escort for the rich every day. After the outbreak of the genre war, the income of the mercenary group has been cut off, and the companions who have nowhere to go can only be twisted into a ball, with the guns in their hands and the food materials stored in the regiment, occupying a few blocks and struggling to survive.

Along the street, inspecting the sentry posts, Jeremiah returned to the trench at the crossroads. Tattered sandbags, rudimentary combined armored bulletproof walls, crooked isolation nets, and old rusty mechs Jeremiah wondered if such a position could block a charge from the mech.

It had rained heavily the day before, and the water had not dried up in the low-lying areas of the trenches. The whole pit looks cold and damp. With a foot in the mud, Jeffrey returned to his squad's pothole. The black hole, supported crookedly by a few unpeeled logs, drove into the bulletproof wall with a thick layer of earth, because the dirt on the pit wall was washed away by the rain, revealing a corner, mixed with the surrounding pit dirt and the roots of some unknown plants, ugly.

Listen to the sound of snoring, grinding teeth and coughing through the hole. Jeremiah stopped. The thought of the tomb-like environment inside made him curse a few more words, and he felt that he should go around the street a few more times, rather than come back here so inexplicably.

Leaning against the pit wall and lighting a cigarette, Jeremiah looked up at Space City around the crossroads. In the night, these big guys can't see the top at a glance. Stands silently. Because there is no energy supply, the residents of Space City have already moved away. All that remains is empty cities.

Without energy, there will be no ecological balance and circulation system, and there will be no suspension elevator. Even the auxiliary power grid has been cut off. The wind power generated by the building itself alone cannot keep the space city running.

Jeremiah never goes to the building. Now, the building is filled with a foul smell that has shut down the ecosystem. It's hell in there. Moreover, I heard that some people died inside. No one knew where the decomposing corpses were located. It's disgusting to think about.

Jeremiah took a heavy drag on his cigarette, a little sad. Even in such a harsh environment, there are still a small number of people living like rats in some places at the bottom of Space City. They really have nowhere to go. It won't be long before these days continue. It's time for the stench to spread to the streets.

Turning his head to look at the west, Jeremiah sighed. That's the direction of Protown, and everyone knows that it's a paradise compared to Canterlot now. Jeremiah didn't know what the head of the regiment was hesitating about. In these few blocks, the food and energy that can be found have been emptied, and the reserves and supplies in the regiment have also bottomed out. Is there any other point in staying here than waiting for death?

If you had listened to everyone's advice and followed the flower-shaped gate that had been borrowed from here to go to Puluo Town, even if it was only a low-level army, at least you would be able to have food and clothing. It's far better than being half-dead here now.

The blue-blue smoke swirled in his lungs. Spray in the air. turned off-white. As soon as Jeremia's mind turned to Protown, he couldn't easily leave so many years in the free world. He's seen all kinds of people. The world seems to be free, but the hidden rules can drive everyone who doesn't understand the world and tries to show their strength crazy.

But the one on the west side is really a miracle.

Came with bare hands, in the Phantom Stream Mecha Pavilion, a person overturned more than a dozen of Tailiu's martial arts and dozens of mecha warriors, and blackmailed Cooper by taking nude photos, but in the end he became the elder of Tailiu and the director of the Puluo Branch Library, these are no secrets, but Jeremiah still laughed when he first saw the inside story spread on the Internet. That cheeky-looking fat man turned out to be a bastard.

Everyone knows the rest of the story. In just a few days, this guy has been beating with pins, completely igniting the powder keg of contradictions that have accumulated between genres for a long time.

Then, with one hundred and twenty black mechas, he crisscrossed Puluo Town, established a faction mutual aid alliance, raided Silicon Valley, and four factions came to vote. Protown, seemingly overnight, has completed a gorgeous turnaround. From a fat man single-handedly to a commanding hero, this means of turning his hands into clouds and covering his hands into rain is jaw-dropping.

The three major schools fought in the nest, and no one could please them, but let the sinister Northern Business Alliance take advantage. Now, the only thing that can compete with the Northern Business Alliance, except for the Longxing Society with its head shrunk and not probe, is the only one in the west that has grown at lightning speed.

With a flick of his thumb and middle finger, the cigarette butt in his hand flew out a tumbling bright red arc in the dark night, and fell into the muddy water with a thud.

Jeremiah smiled bitterly, as a peripheral student who had studied in Tailiu for two periods, he really hoped that the fat man was not the curator of Puluo Town, but the curator of the West Seventh District Pavilion where he was located, if that was the case, perhaps, he would not be so painful and confused about the future now.

This planet will be a bandit army. This is the position that Jeremiah has always adhered to.

He's not a military strategist, and he can't analyze the situation. He only knew that the bandit army had started with bare hands, and their achievements far exceeded those of the Northern Business Alliance, which had been accumulated for a long time. Besides, as long as you compare the current dilapidated and miserable appearance of Canterlot with the vitality of Puluo Town, the hearts of the people are enough to make him almost obsessively stick to his position.

Wish. The head of his own regiment was able to make a decision earlier.

Canterlot is about to become a dead city. Hunger, plague, slaughter, this hell, he didn't want to stay any longer.

Drowsiness, finally showing a little sign of erosion.

Jeremiah found an excuse for himself to get into the hole. Before entering the pit, he casually looked up at the sky

He grew his mouth. Straight eyes

A dark shadow, like a ghost. From the sky swooped down on the vertical walls of a space city, sticking there like a gecko. After a second of silence, it leaped forward, and its body shot towards another space city, this time, instead of stopping, it took a turn. Pounced on the third space city

Behind it, dozens of dazzling black shadows leaped through the air, between the space cities. Like flying bats, their astonishing jumping power led them from building to building, clinging to the outer wall of the building, and only kicking their legs for a moment. Everything disappears into darkness,

Jeremiah had the gun in his hand and fell to the ground. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, and there was nothing in the sky except the towering space city and the starry sky

Jeremiah looked around. He looked for other companions around him who had seen the same scene, to prove that he didn't have the dexterity of dazzle or insanity, and at that height was it a mech or a fighter in a mech?

Where did they come from and where are they going?

It's time to sleep!

Jeremiah shuddered and scurried into the hole. He knew that there were some things that it was better to treat them as if they hadn't seen them. As long as no shells fall on his head, it's none of his business. Tomorrow, I will continue to look for the regiment commander, and he will definitely make up his mind to defect to Puluo Town, with the rusty and tattered mechs in the regiment. in this world. I can't mix it anymore!

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After receiving the fat man's order, Markwich gathered the team as soon as possible.

The battle plan and the whole battle situation deduction from the fat man. He watched it three times. He knew that this time the Battle of Puluo would be an extremely difficult test for the ** Third Regiment that set foot on the battlefield for the first time.

The enemy's five-way offensive was distributed in the southeast, northwest, and northwest of Puluo Town, and if it were not for the colonel's first order to shrink the forces to fortify the Third Ring Road, just running back and forth would have made the three regiments tired and half dead, let alone put into battle.

The current Northern Alliance forces are no longer the kind of armored regiments that attacked Puluo Town in the first place. The mecha energy combat system and electronic mecha supported by the Suss Empire have raised their combat level by more than a notch, and the long-term combat has also turned these guys who originally only had training experience into bloodthirsty and ruthless soldiers.

In addition to being inferior to the Northern Alliance in terms of combat experience, the Third Regiment also faced another problem - fatigue!

In the battle plan of the fat man, this question was emphatically raised.

The fatigue faced by the three regiments is not only physical, but also psychological. Any recruit, after the first large-scale battle, the first bloody killing, the first bloody victory, will have a certain period of euphoria, but if this period of hyperactivity is maintained for too long, the ensuing period of fatigue will become more serious.

It's inevitable. The best way to solve the problem is to have time to rest and recover after the battle, and rely on human beings to adjust their own psychology to change their mental state and become calm and rational.

However, the three regiments did not have such time, from now until thirty-six hours later, there was none! Not only that, but they also have to constantly move, ambush, attack, and travel long distances in intense, static, and all kinds of behavioral environments, which is a huge test of human will!

When fighting, they may be overexcited, and in the process of monotonous marches and ambushes, they may also lose their minds or even fall asleep. The longer it drags on, the worse this situation becomes. And all this is directly brought to the ground. It is a significant reduction in combat effectiveness.

The enemy is competing for time with the bandits, but this time is relative. In the battle plan, the fat man emphatically pointed out that if the enemy is willing, they can even surround but not fight, or rely on their command and coordination, and fight with a hammer in the east and a mallet in the west. The initiative is in their hands, and they are not in a hurry. This is also the reason why their troops are advancing steadily. Only when the three regiments have beaten them and are running out of time will they rush to break through the town of Prolo before their allies are eaten. Before that, dragging can also drag the three regiments down.

Therefore, the next 36 hours will not be 36 hours in a safe and secure defensive place. Rather, it was an extremely hard, thirty-six hours of constant fighting. Thirty-six hours of wit.

Now, the enemy's fastest offensive is less than a hundred kilometers away from the outer defense line of Puluozhen. ** The third regiment must be the first to attack, and strive to cut off one of its fingers before the enemy can close the siege on five routes. this opportunity. Only before the enemy touches the defense line of Protown, only on this night, fleeting.

The weather on the planet Mars always changes when it is said, and the sky was high and starry just now, but it was only a few hours. In the sky, a thick layer of clouds piled up, which were the wandering rain clouds of the Masters.

Markvich stopped his mechs on the hillside, and in the darkness of the night, rows of mechs with searchlights turned on rolled past him like moving stars. In the communication channel, the voices of several battalion commanders such as Kozmo were heard from time to time.

"Quick! All keep up. ”

"Stay in formation, pay attention to command channel commands, and don't just chat in the regional channels."

"Don't make a fuss, don't you just kill three mechs. There's a hit for you ahead! ”

"Logistics transport mechs. Don't be left behind. ”

A white light lit up the sky, and there was a low thunderclap. Rolling through the clouds.

After a while, the raindrops the size of beans fell cracklingly, and the rain became heavier and heavier. In the blink of an eye, the whole world became a world of water.

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DE-176 public galaxy.

From a distance, it looks like a star like an egg yolk in a black box. Planets of different sizes and colors, floating meteorites, and ribbons of nebulae that appear colorful in the light of the stars are quietly suspended in the universe. To the human senses, they are almost stationary.

Beside a huge black-brown planet, three moons rotated silently in their respective orbits. The perpetually planet-facing side of one of these moons is the Redbeard Pirate Base, which is now home to the Bandit Army Base One.

If it weren't for the bandit army, Fang Xiang would never have come here.

Standing on the high platform of the dock, Fang Xiang and a group of high-ranking officers of Salga were looking intently at the ship's position, where the battleship was being built.

The entire dockyard was a busy scene. Hundreds of mechanics and crews were working on the maintenance rack, and the machine tools and giant shaped stamping devices not far away made a deafening sound, and the transport mechs were running back and forth on the transportation lane, and the hull of the ship flashed dazzling light from time to time.

In the huge position, the three cruisers suspended have begun to take shape. There was also a battleship, which had also been structurally finalized. The skeleton of the empty ground stood there, and the 166-meter-high hull could not be accommodated by the dock at all, and the two-stage opening and closing roof was used to solve the problem. Wait until the structure below is completed before the movable ship sinks it down and carries out the work above.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner. Watching their warships being dismantled, and watching them be transformed, there was an indescribable feeling in the hearts of the Salega people.

They miss their old baby and look forward to their new lover. More of it is the respect for the people of Lelei.

These days, they have been amazed all the time by the genius of the people of Leray, by their fanatical attitude to work, and by their indomitable will.

Before the war, no one would have believed that the Leray people were so strong. At that time, in the entire Southeast Star Domain, everything related to military affairs, the Lelei people were just the object of ridicule and ridicule in everyone's mouth. Their soldiers are not like soldiers, and their weapons and equipment are also dismissive. One even wonders if anyone in the country will be able to muster up the courage to shoot at the enemy once a war has begun.

Facts, give everyone the answer. After three years of the Great Patriotic War, people saw a strong and unyielding Le Lei Federation, and heard the deeds of their soldiers. Those Lelei youths who were grinning and grinning completed their transformation without jerkiness at the moment of the national crisis.

Look at this base in front of you, look at these Lelei students, scientists, mechanics and warriors who are living in the depths of the universe, far away from their homeland, all the Salgadians, are in awe.

But no matter what country it is, there are always some people who are shameful.

"Sir", a Colonel Salga, stood beside Fang Xiang and stopped talking. He looked at Fang Xiang, then looked back at his colleagues beside him, followed their gaze, and cast his gaze on the maintenance shelf, those Lelei people who forgot to sleep and eat, and let out a long sigh.

Fang Xiang didn't look back, she knew what the colonel wanted to say. Just now, the electronic reconnaissance ship sent to the channel to collect information brought back a heavy news - the central star field of Lelei was broken by the combined fleet of Seuss and Jeppen. The remaining Le Lei fleet was wiped out after seventy-three hours of fighting.

More than half of the reason for their defeat was the refusal of Brody and Hansford, who had usurped power, to provide logistical supplies. The combined fleet of the Feiyang Expeditionary Force, which assisted in the defense, failed to arrive in the operational airspace in time because of the same supply problems. In the final battle, two generals fell from the Leray Federation, six lieutenant generals and twenty-three major generals. Among them were Admiral Snyder and Vice Admiral Brown of the 4th Mixed Fleet.

In this battle, they and the elite of the Federation Space Fleet fell en masse. The elite of the Federation, sweep it all!

The Great Wall of Steel was destroyed by its own hands. How similar this is to Tolstoy's sacrifice.

The First Fleet, led by Chekov, was still hunting outside. In the military intelligence duty room, the first person to receive the news was the Salga duty officer, so this news has not yet been made public.

Fang Xiang didn't know how hard he had to be in order to tell Lelei the news. Looking at the busy Lelei people, she couldn't open her mouth no matter what.

What's more, she couldn't pass the news on to the fat man who was fighting hard.

She couldn't imagine what would happen to these Lelei soldiers who were in a desperate situation and still fought hard after learning the news. The current Lelei Central Star Field is already full of Western Covenant warships. The armies of Seuss and Jeppen were preparing to land in their capital. Everything they do here, no one knows, and no one cares.

If it were yourself, it would definitely collapse!

But don't you say okay?

"Help me connect with Colonel Chekov and Colonel Wada," Fang Xiang bit her lip stubbornly. She prayed in her heart that the Lelei would make it through. In the future, she will fight with them, for the sake of their respective homeland.

The communication request, through a specially set up secret relay, passed through the planet Mars.

The planets are slowly turning, and the light of the stars is extending little by little over the rivers and mountains and on the vast plains. The night is about to pass, and in three hours, Canterlot will usher in the first rays of light before Protown.

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