Rush march, attack, break through, and then rush again.

Longxing will be all the way to the ground.

NATO, apparently, is making a final struggle.

The troops that could be gathered to block it were all gathered.

Judging from the electronic sand table, with the vanguard of the Longxing Society as the center, the entire icon of friend and foe is like a radial galaxy. The further out, the fewer icons, and the further inward, the more concentrated the icons.

One after another Northern Alliance troops appeared on the Longxinghui advance route.

Whether it was infantry or armored troops, they fought almost as soon as they made contact, desperately trying to slow down the advance of the Longxing Society. Those improvised and rudimentary blocking positions cannot be considered positions at all. They're just occupying some of the better terrain around them and putting on a show to stall for time.

This kind of resistance was not put in the eyes of Cheng Zhixuan and Cage at all.

Guided by the Chakner Armored Corps Training Specifications, the Longxinghui Armored Regiment has been trained for many years. It only takes a few ordinary charges of actual combat training to take it down.

Invincible all the way, the soldiers' morale is getting higher and higher. Someone has already shouted the slogan that it will sweep the whole of Mars and completely annihilate the Northern Alliance. The speed of the team is getting faster and faster, and the pillar of light of the mecha spotlight is swaying, making this mighty iron flow look unstoppable, and it also makes Cheng Zhixuan and the commander of the iron armor division, Cage, feel very relaxed.

The two even played chess while drinking tea. At the same time, he was still guessing in his mind the current situation of the fat man who dared to go deep into the enemy's lair with nine people.

Until, they crashed headlong into the defensive line deployed by the 3rd Infantry Division of the Northern Alliance along the river channel.

This time, the two remaining infantry regiments of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division of the Northern Alliance, which had no way to retreat, directly blew up the only bridge on this route that could be used for communication. And relying on the city on the west bank of the inland river, between the ruins and buildings, a strong defensive line was built. Soldiers, mechs and self-propelled guns on the perimeter defensive line. Everything that can be collected has been collected by them, and Longxing will be blocked to the east of the inland river!

A detour is impossible. Almost as soon as it arrived at the river, the first regiment of the Longxing Ironclad Division launched artillery fire on the other side of the river.

It wasn't until they were convinced that their opponents had lost the courage to resist under heavy artillery fire that they dispatched an armored engineer battalion and began to build bridges for mechs to pass through!

It wasn't until the bridge was halfway up that the Third Mechanized Infantry Division of the Northern Alliance, which had been passively beaten, finally began to fight back.

The distance between the two sides is only more than a dozen kilometers, and there are high-rise buildings overlooking the distance, so there is no need for Skynet to guide the shooting of Zhu Yuan. It can also point to where to fight. For a time, the long-range artillery bombardment was very lively, often just destroying one of the enemy's artillery positions, and before it had time to move, it was covered by the enemy's artillery fire.

Although the infantry divisions of the Northern Alliance suffered a lot in this regard, they still succeeded in destroying the bridges they had built and destroying many of the working mechs of the engineer battalion. Longxing will do its best to suppress the firepower. None of them could stop them.

This setback delayed the advancement of the Longxing Club for a lot of time, and also made Cage very annoyed. After refusing the request of the bandit mecha squad to participate in the attack, he personally went to the front line and commanded the operation.

The second build, faster than the first failure.

In order to suppress the vitality of the opposing side, Cage arranged both armored regiments for unlimited fire suppression. He swore that he would smash every mech and self-propelled gun on the other side of the river into scrap metal. And two regiments of engineer battalions. In the midst of this almost extravagant artillery fire, the construction of bridges began at the same time five kilometers upstream and downstream.

However, the commander of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division gave Cage, who had been absent from the battle formation for a long time, a profound lesson. Two precise and ferocious artillery strikes. Their work was interrupted directly when the approach bridge was built in the engineer battalion. This made Cage understand that in the sprawling urban area on the west bank of the river. Within a radius of almost thirty kilometers, it is impossible to determine where the opponent's hidden long-range artillery forces are.

The Longxing Society, on the other hand, can only be confined to this river. The bridge, naturally, was built because of this river. The other party only needs to understand this and monitor it on the west bank of the river.

Standing in the makeshift observation post, looking at the twisted broken bridge on the river and the enemy fortifications on the opposite bank, Cage went crazy with anger. If it is in Chakna, there are fighters. There is a Skynet system. There is a three-dimensional strike system, and he has 10,000 ways to break through this damn inland river. But now, he can only stand there and pull out his beard one by one!

"Lieutenant Colonel Cage!" A staff officer took off his headphones: "The bandit squad asked for an attack, and they said that if you don't agree, they will do it themselves." ”

"I'll admit they're pretty good in terms of combat." Cage's loud voice shook the temporary observation post, and he almost roared when he felt that he was adding fuel to the fire: "But, there's a damn river in front of us!" What can they do, just with their tattered mechs?! ”

"Wait, Cage!" Cheng Zhixuan, who had been silent, waved his hand and frowned: "Perhaps, we should let them give it a try." Don't forget, they escaped several times when the Northern Alliance besieged them to the river line. ”

"Okay!" Cage hesitated for a moment, then turned to the communications staff officer and said, "Let them prepare to attack and report the battle plan."

Soon, the mecha fighters of the Longxing Society, who were distributed on the east bank of the inland river, were surprised to find that the bandit mecha squad that had been marching silently on the left flank of their brigade appeared on the edge of the inland river. In order to make room for them, a company of the regiment was also moved to the rear.

Looking at these big-bellied mechs silently passing through the ruins of the block, lined up in a triangular assault formation on Norris Avenue on the east bank of the river bridge that had been blown up, the Longxing Society mecha warriors couldn't help but stir.

The people sitting in these mecha are their idols. It's the one they aspire to be! In the past, it was necessary to see a ring match of one of them, not only to have money, but also to have a place in the genre. For most Mars youth, this is simply a dream!

But now, they collectively appeared in front of them, not to mention, but they were ready to shoot collectively! What's even more exciting is that they are in the same camp as themselves!

This thought. Makes every Longxing warrior born in Mars go crazy with excitement.

But no one can figure out how these mechs will shoot.

While holding his breath, the triangular assault formation of the bandit mecha squad was activated.

Start, sprint, lightning fast.

In the blink of an eye, the triangular formation, which was fifty meters apart from each other, had already rushed to the bank of the river?

"They want to jump into the river?"

As soon as this thought came to the minds of the soldiers of the Longxing Society, they saw it. A cyan mecha soaked in the front kicked violently on the river embankment, and the blue light of the auxiliary thruster jet was long, and the whole mecha, like a cannonball, shot towards the other side of the river three kilometers wide.

The moment the first mecha shot out, the two mechs in the second row also stepped on the river embankment. Same action, same speed. This time, it was two loaded shells.

Immediately, there were three in the third row, and four in the fourth beat broke the air sharply, and the rows of mecha that rose into the air shocked everyone present.

A speed of 900 kilometers per hour, a three-kilometer wide inland river, it takes twelve seconds!

These 12 seconds, under the stunned gaze of the soldiers on both sides of the strait, were as long as a century.

Especially Cheng Zhixuan and Cage in the observation center. I almost glared out of my eyes. Flyby, what the word means to mechs, every mech warrior knows!

This means that those who have this kind of mecha will have no obstacle zone! In a ground war. They can truly break free from the shackles of the road and appear in any position! Whether it is the mountains or the swampy quagmire, as long as they want. There's no place you can't get through!

This kind of all-round movement ability that ignores the terrain has not been solved even by Chuckner's latest eleventh generation mecha. This is also the ability that armored weapons have been dreaming of from the moment they appeared!

Cheng Zhixuan finally understood why the bandit army was able to come and go freely in the central city. Why can ten mecha infiltrate the Northern Alliance base? All the answers lie in the flight ability of this mecha! He clenched his fists and made up his mind that this armored unit must be taken in. Control into your hands.

Twelve seconds. It's fleeting.

When the Northern Alliance soldiers on the west bank came back to their senses and opened fire one after another, the bandit mecha squad. It's landed.

When it starts, it is a triangular attack formation, and when it lands, it is also a neat triangular attack formation, without the slightest mess.

Attack, break through, cut, strangle.

The 3rd Infantry Division of the Northern Alliance, which was scattered in various neighborhoods in order to avoid being covered by Longxinghui artillery fire, was simply unable to organize a formed resistance. Tearing through the defensive line, the bandit army interspersed and cut all the way, constantly sending back information to guide the artillery bombardment on the east coast. In just over 10 minutes, two infantry battalions and more than a dozen artillery positions of the 3rd Mechanized Infantry Division of the Northern Alliance were annihilated in formation.

At this time, the Longxinghui armored regiment, which was stimulated by the attack of the bandit squad, began to build a bridge again. The Northern Alliance infantry, which was in a mess, could not organize enough firepower at all, and when the first Northern Alliance armored company crossed the bridge and excitedly joined the offensive of the idol team, the defense line of the Third Mechanized Infantry Division finally collapsed.

The torrent of steel rolls forward. When the bandit mecha finished sweeping away like leaves in the autumn wind and returned to the left flank where they were again, a Longxinghui mecha warrior who had witnessed the whole battle process spoke the heartfelt words of all the Northern Alliance fighters.

"What a awesome!"

In the silent hall, Feuerle and the fat man stood face to face.

One was smiling in the mech, and the other, holding a gun outside the mech, had a blue face.

"Everyone else, those who want to surrender put down their guns." Ignoring the fat man and Feuerle, the energy cannons of the other three miniature mecha gathered the tangled filaments of light and walked into the crowd: "The man stands on the left, the woman stands on the right, and the one who wants to die picks up the gun and stands in the middle"

After a second, Selwall simply dropped the ground gun in his hand.

Immediately after that, there was the second, and then the third. Moments later, there was still a gun in the command room, and only Feuerle was left. The others were disarmed and placed in custody.

"Is your ass clean?" The fat man raised his chin at Fairle.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Feuerle stared at the hateful, chubby face in the mech's transparent cockpit. Pull the trigger one after another. The bullet hit the transparent armor of the mecha ground, leaving not even a trace, and it was all ejected.

With the last bullet left, Feuerle shoved the gun into his mouth, hoping that after the gun went off, it would all be a nightmare.

The lightning-fast mechanical arm grabbed Feuerle's wrist with precision, and with a crisp click, the gun in Feuer's hand fell to the ground.

The fat man looked at Fauerle with a smile. The eyes, but they were terrifyingly cold.

"Do you think I'm going to let you die so happily?"

"What do you want to do?" Feuerle hoarsely held his hand that had been crushed to the bone, and looked at the fat man viciously: "You are a soldier!" ”

"Do you think of being a soldier now?" The fat man lifted the cockpit, jumped down and kicked Feuerle in the stomach, and roared: "Lao Tzu is not a soldier now, Lao Tzu is a hooligan now!" ”

He grabbed Feuerle's hair, which was bent over in pain. Exposing Fairle's dark and thin cold face, he slapped him with all his might, and in the blood splash, the fat man's face was extremely hideous: "When you gave the order to bombard Puluo Town, why didn't you remember that you were a soldier?" ”

Half of Feuerle's cheeks were suddenly red and swollen, and nosebleeds dripped down the tip of his nose: "If you become a king or lose a king, war is war." It is the duty of a good commander to win the war by any means compromised"

"Fuck you duty!" The fat man kicked Feuerle in the stomach again, kicking him three or four meters away. Then he strode forward and kicked him dumbly: "You are also worthy of being called a commander?" I'm telling you, you're a complete mongrel! ”

His left hand twisted Fauerle's hair and lifted him up, and the fat man's right hand went down to the armpit of his left arm, bending his waist and twisting his waist. The backhand was another slap in the face: "In order to conceal your whereabouts, you dare to bloody all the refugee settlements along the way, do you know it." Those are people, not livestock! ”

Feuerle was knocked to the ground by this slap, his face was covered with blood, he was completely deformed, and groaned: "In order to achieve the strategic goal, no matter how many people die, it is worth it!" They are just some humanoid animals living in this world, life and death are between the thoughts of others. ”

The fat man's eyes were bloodshot, and the man in front of him. and those photos recorded by famous generals. It gradually overlapped before his eyes. His anger was because. In this world, there are too many such inhumane, famous mongrels dressed as famous generals!

It is these people who make this world extremely dirty!

The fat man brought up the dead dog-like Feuerle: "It's a pity that your creed didn't let you win this battle, good commander. He punched Feuerle in the stomach and laughed wildly: "Lao Tzu has won!" ”

Before Fairer spit out the contents of his stomach in a squirt, the fat man flashed and was already behind him, grabbed Fairer's arm with his backhand and folded it fiercely.

Hearing only a click, Feuerle, let out an earth-shattering scream.

"You count it, count it as a fart!" The fat man's words were like stingers piercing Feuerle's heart. The pain and humiliation were so intense that he quickly collapsed: "Kill me!" If you have the ability, you will kill me! ”

"They are livestock that can be slaughtered by others, and you are the beasts that are slaughtered by Lao Tzu!" The fat man picked up the gun on the ground, reversed the handle of the gun, and grabbed Feuerle's hand: "For the achievement of the strategic goal, no matter how many people die, it is worth it, you said this!" ”

He raised his bloodshot eyes, looked at the Northern Alliance officers who were already trembling by the wall, gritted his teeth and said to Fairle: "The strategic goal that Lao Tzu wants to use you to achieve now is to let everyone here know what will happen to people like you!" ”

The pistol slammed down, smashing one of Feuerle's fingers. In the midst of Feuerle's frantic screams, the fat man put his mouth to his ear and roared: "This finger, I am collecting interest on behalf of the refugees of Resource Highway 7." ”

The handle of the gun fell again, and blood splattered.

In Fauerle's howl, the fat man trembled: "This finger was smashed by me for the civilians of the agricultural area of the Calif River!" That's 6,000 lives! ”

"This root is a refugee from Mishan!"

"This root is the civilian of Puluo Town!"

The handle of the gun was smashed down again and again, and Feuerle's screams rang out again and again. The staff officers on the side were already scared of and urine. A day ago, they were arbitrarily manipulating the lives and deaths of others. All life, in their eyes, is nothing more than a string of numbers.

But now, the handles of the guns that fell again and again made them realize that those numbers represented a series of resentful souls!

After smashing his fingers, the fat man stood up and threw away the deformed ground gun in his hand. In addition, he picked up a pistol and loaded it. dragged Feuerle in front of the staff officers, lifted it upside down, pointed a gun at his ass, and said coldly to him: "I said, let you wash your ass and wait for me." Now, Lao Tzu is here. There are many excellent commanders, and the enjoyment of popping chrysanthemums with bullets. You're the first! ”

The fat man's gaze left Fauerle's blood-stained face, through the walls, through the dirt, through the starry sky, and landed on the scene of the tragic battle outside the central star field of Leree a few days ago.

Battleships of the Ground Mine, in the explosion, spinning. Disintegrate.

Faces appeared in front of the fat man's eyes. Admiral Snyder, Vice Admiral Brown, the young handsome man of the Federation fleet, the elite of the three-hundred-year-old peaceful country.

"This is the first good commander to be sent to the altar" The fat man smiled with a divine face, and the person next to him looked very strange: "Future." There will be many more! ”

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The bullet made a hole in Fauerle's ass and burrowed through his vest.

Feuerle only trembled violently, and then collapsed into the fat man's hands.

Throw away the body. The fat man squinted at Selwall, whose eyes were full of pleading: "Your army." You're still attacking Lao Tzu's territory, do you want me to teach you how to do it? ”

"No, no!"

The first charge, was repulsed.

The second time, a breakthrough had almost been reached, and it was blocked back.

Now, it is the third charge of the Northern Alliance to the northeast defense line of the bandit army.

This time, they have the forces they can put into it. are all put in. Bloodshadow's Nine Knife Companies and the Eighth and Ninth Armored Battalions. The remnants of two mixed regiments, as well as the lost logistics brigade. The first and second mecha regiments of the Warriors who had just arrived and only half of their energy left.

In the deafening explosion of red, black, and iron-gray, the armored clusters of the Northern Alliance poured into the defensive positions of the bandit army, which had been plowed by artillery fire, like a tide.

Blood, fire, filled people's entire field of vision. The shock air generated by the violent explosion swept everything around it. In the smoke of gunpowder, mechs are firing cannons, fusion grenades are flying in the air, missiles are scurrying around, and on the muddy ground, figures are fighting to the death.

A red mecha covered in mud roared into the trench.

Before it could gain a foothold, a thin bandit soldier jumped out of the trench and pounced on it with lightning speed.

Immediately after, there was a violent explosion.

Without any ideological struggle, without any hesitation or hesitation, this kind of suicide attack is simply outrageous!

The soaring flames swallowed everything in an instant, and when the light was exhausted, the Northern Alliance mecha that rushed to the position had lost its mechanical legs and fell crookedly in the huge blackened crater, unable to move.

Burning limbs, blood, and scraps of flesh were sprinkled like raindrops, crackling and hitting the craters, and all over the air were tiny floating black residues, and a few pieces of blue clothing were floating in the wind. They seemed to be holding their mouths and laughing at the wreckage of the mecha beneath them.

"You have a mecha, Lao Tzu has a life!"

The Northern Alliance mecha surged into battle in groups. Their energy cannons, firing desperately.

In the red and white fire net, there are bandit soldiers who follow one after another. In the muddy trenches, their faces were so dirty that they couldn't see clearly, and all they could see were figures firing at close range in front of the mechs or flying for their lives. And the hardest thing to forget is their bloodshot, but bright eyes!

"Kill!"

Weatheril, who had already killed the red eye, let out a crazy roar from his hot throat.

Dozens of scarred black mechas, under his leadership, blocked the steel torrent of the Northern Alliance. Cross rushes, side legs, backward side kicks, backhand slashes, and up-step punches all come together to make it the firmest word in the world - fight to the death!

Wave after wave of offensives, like waves crashing onto a reef, dissipated. One after another, the Northern Alliance mecha fell to the ground in disbelief. Until they died, these Northern Alliance soldiers didn't understand how these bandit mecha in front of them, who had been shaking, knocked down themselves, and they couldn't even stand firmly!

With just one passion, can you go against the sky?!

A battle sword that had damaged the drive system rolled on the ground and hugged the Beimeng mecha beside him, and the energy cannon muzzle erupted into a dazzling white light after a short mercerized entanglement. The white light suddenly spread between the two mechs, swept across the position, and after devouring the two Northern Alliance mechs at close range, disappeared into the dawn of dawn.

The light dissipated, and the flames of the explosion tumbled into the void. A Northern Alliance mecha saw the gap, and he rushed over it quickly. However, when the height of the position fell below his realization, what he saw was another rickety bandit mecha.

Weatheril's fingers were already cramping. The pain that pierced his heart was unbearable for him. Blood flowed down his forehead, the wound that had just been shattered from the cockpit canopy and escaped death.

He no longer has any thoughts, his mind is blank, and all the fights are done subconsciously. He didn't know how long he could hold on. Perhaps, in the next second, he will be killed in this chaotic state.

Pulling the bloody mechanical arm out of the chest of a Northern Alliance mech, Weatheril struggled to keep the mech's balance. He looked up at the console, and it had been an hour and forty-five minutes since Markwich gave the order.

Unreasonable, no reason.

With the strength of a company, in front of dozens of times the enemy, hold out for two hours! If you can do it, you have to do it if you can't do it!

Weatheril smirked and pushed the lever and rushed towards the Northern Alliance mecha in front of him.

Fifteen minutes to go!

However, before Weatheril pounced in front of the other party, the Northern Alliance mecha turned around and quickly withdrew from the position. Weatheril's hand shook, and the unbalanced mech fell to its knees.

In the sight of being misty with blood, the Northern Alliance mecha, which had almost broken through the position, receded like a tide.

What happened?

On the huge position, there were only less than two companies of infantry left and the remaining more than forty mechs of the second battalion and three companies standing on the muddy position, looking around blankly.

One minute, two minutes, and ten minutes passed, and behind him, a loud military horn came.

In the golden light of the morning light, the soldiers burst into tears and laughed loudly!