ordered Chen Fengxi to stand on the command platform, and only said two words. The voice of the goose pig was vigorous, his hands clutching the railing, and his muscles were exposed. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his chest heaved violently.

Chen Fengxi's voice echoed in the command hall, and some chaotic aura spread throughout the building along the open broadcast.

The cold winter wind swept through the square building, whining the windows and corridors. The staff officers, who were rushing to and fro, stopped.

They tilted their heads and listened quietly.

The sky was already bright, and the sun was fainting in the clouds.

The sun shines on the face, warm, watching the sky clouds rushing, everyone has a feeling that time has flown by.

Think back to more than 30 hours ago, and look at the present, like a dream!

The noisy hall gradually fell silent. The corridors of the building, the large and small offices, and the courtyard courtyards in all directions have also become silent.

Some of the staff officers stepped out of the electronic mechs in the center of the courtyard. The bluestone floor under his feet still has the water of the night rain. The guards, stopping the patrol mech, opened the cockpit. Crowds converge like moving sand to a place where there is a broadcast.

Outside the building, a speeding off-road vehicle creaked and stopped in front of the fence full of sandbags and fences, and in the flying dust, the driver and the officer with important documents opened the door and got out of the car, looking at the command center as if time had frozen in confusion.

The Chackner military flag and national flag hanging in front of the window of the building were gently fluttering in the wind, and the face that was raised was glowing red with excitement.

Everyone knows that after more than 30 hours of fighting, this battle, which is destined to be remembered in the history of human warfare, is finally about to usher in the final victory!

On the front line of Sunset Mountain, the Sujie coalition army could not cross the thunder pool one step after eighteen attacks on all fronts, and there were less than forty of the two hundred unstoppable adjudicators left!

Waves of enemy armor slammed into the position over and over again, only to be smashed to pieces again and again.

I don't know how many layers have been cut off from the tattered position, and in the morning light, I can only see blood flowing everywhere. Corpses littered the field.

But thousands of Filipino League soldiers stood in front of the enemy like that, and after a desperate battle, they never retreated.

The banner of the bandit army and Chuckner is still hunting and flying on the battlefield today!

And at the same time. To the west of the Sunset Mountain Basin, the Filipino Alliance under the leadership of the fat man has swept through the six major theaters as fast as lightning.

The latest battle report shows that the Western Covenant coalition army, which is besieging the two major towns of Qixing and Xiushui River, has completely collapsed under the devastating offensive of 500 rampaging mechs of the bandit army.

The enemy, with countless casualties, scattered and fled, panicking as if he had lost his home, and the wolf ran like a sudden discernment. On the periphery of the city center, on highway bridges, there are enemy corpses and mecha wreckage everywhere. The two major towns have finally returned to the hands of the Filipino coalition.

With the rolling iron flow of a total of fourteen Fijian divisions, it spread out along the intercity highway between the two towns. The retreat of the main forces of the northern cluster of Belif has been cut off!

Now, just wait for Chen Fengxi's order. The Filipino League's reserve troops, who had been waiting for a long time behind Sunset Mountain, would be like a tiger descending from the mountain, launching the final fatal blow to the enemy!

Everyone, waiting.

Pierre stood beside Chen Fengxi, his head tilted, his teeth clattering. The temples could faintly see the green tendons twisting and writhing. The whole body trembled slightly because of the irrepressible excitement.

Two meters to the left, Margaret was much more composed. She gently leaned on the railing of the podium, her eyes glazed over, not knowing what she was thinking. An Lei stood side by side with her, the two girls' convex bodies, wrapped in uniforms, looked even more beautiful and slender, like two elegant and fragrant orchids.

This world of blood, fire, and steel. Because of their existence, they still maintain a softness after all.

On the right side of the command platform were Blatter, Fei Owen and other bandit generals and senior officers of the Leifeng Star Front. The light of the electronic sand table in front of him shone on these solemn soldiers. The blazing fire in their eyes was reflected.

This flame is burning brightly.

It's time

Chen Fengxi took a deep breath, and there was a noise on the radio.

He leaned forward and ordered word by word: "The general attack begins!" ”

A deep voice echoed through the hall, like a trumpet that was getting louder.

After a short silence, the entire command headquarters erupted into a thud. It was as if everyone had been resurrected from a petrified state. There is no worry, no anxiety, no gains and losses before this, at this time, there is only one goal!

Hundreds of staff officers, in a mess. The sound of crackling keyboards, the sound of rushing footsteps, roars, reports, shouts, etc.

Diana, Isaac, and Garfield, standing on the second-floor platform of the command hall.

We seemed to be missing something, Diana's expression was gloomy, and there was indescribable weakness in her tone.

Eldrek bowed his head, his face grim.

Garfield let out a long sigh.

They witnessed the birth of a miracle and were not able to participate in it.

"Kill them!" In front of the console downstairs, a staff officer was holding a communicator and yelling at the unit liaison officer in front of him.

"Understood! Look at ours! A vicious voice came from the communicator.

"!" One of Chakner's superior soldiers kicked the stone under his feet so hard that he spun around several times like a caged fighting animal.

Beside him, countless Chackner mechs and soldiers had already been assembled, and the team had spread all the way to the far end of the jungle.

All with their heads sideways. Sunset Mountain, which is less than ten kilometers away, shone one after another in front of the soldiers' eyes, rising like a volcanic eruption

The guns, the cannons, roared along the earth, through the woods, and into everyone's ears. It was so irritating that everyone's eyes were red.

The reserve of the entire twenty divisions, except for three divisions that were lucky enough to be transferred to the Sunset Hill defense line in batches, the rest were all after arriving at the assembly site. He was ordered to wait in place.

For these Chakner warriors, it was an unbearable ordeal.

Everyone knows how terrible the battle was at Sunset Mountain.

A regiment pulled up, it was wiped out in less than an hour, and a position had just been repaired. Within a few minutes, it was a shallow, dilapidated trench.

The comrades-in-arms guarding Sunset Mountain rushed out of the trenches again and again, and died with the enemy. They drove the mech and the enemy to roll together, carrying portable energy cannons to a position less than twenty meters away from the enemy mecha and firing, holding the bundled fusion grenade and rolling at the feet of the enemy mech.

The positions were stained red with blood, then with shells, and then red with blood. In the end, the craters that exploded when each shell fell, and the mud that was lifted up like a splash of water, was the red that soaked deep into the ground.

From day to night, from night to dawn. At least three entire divisions of soldiers remained forever on this blood-stained plateau.

The tragedy of Sunset Mountain made the eyes of these soldiers who had gathered in the rear and waited for the order red and red.

They could not imagine what hell it was like to be on the top of the ever-shining mountain.

All they know is that there, standing the Chackner children raised in this land, with their hot chests and young lives, crush the enemy's attack. As long as they still have one person and one breath, the enemy will not be able to break through Sunset Mountain.

In addition to these Chakna warriors, the most admirable are those who are known as bandits.

These mecha warriors from the Leray Federation and from the free world of Mars are the mainstay of the entire line of defense! Although a whole special battalion. So far, there are less than 100 mechs left. But it's them. So that the unbeatable adjudicator can't cross the thunder pool!

They are the brightest stars of the Sunset Mountain defensive line, and their bloody figures fighting in the smoke of gunpowder inspire all Chakner warriors.

The sound of a flute sounded faintly.

Veteran of the, with his back under the roots of a tree. The sound of whimpering flutes, in the roaring cannon fire, was intermittent and unified

The soldiers of the same company silently gathered around and listened quietly. Everyone was biting their lip and clenching their fists.

They knew it was an old send-off song from Chuckner.

The veteran sent not a wanderer who left home, but the repeated heroic souls of Sunset Mountain!

The bandit army has completed a miraculous strategic detour, and this battle has reached the last moment. The soldiers who have been waiting here for a long time are finally about to set foot on the battlefield.

The soldiers at the front, with sacrifice, won the opportunity for victory. The deceased comrades-in-arms are on the Sunset Mountain at this moment, and the heroic souls are not far away.

They will hold on to this opportunity and never let it slip out of their hands!

With the electronic sound of each mecha communicator one after another, the sound of the flute stopped.

The soldiers turned their heads to see their company commander taking the headset off his headset.

The young company commander's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was like a knife.

Let's go!

On the battlefield, there was a wolf lotus

The wreckage burned all over the ground, and puffs of black smoke rose from it. The charred craters were one after the other, one after the other. The metal bulletproof walls and blastproof shelters have been torn into pieces of broken copper and iron.

The corpses of soldiers on both sides were scattered all over the position.

The corpse of a Seuss Mechanic, limp on the charred wreckage of a mech. The lower half of his body was already charred, and his chest was covered in blood. There is only one face, and it is still clearly recognizable. Under the golden eyelashes, the pale blue eyes were wide open, with a hint of emptiness and despair.

Two meters away from him was the wreck of a Judge mech.

The invincible Steel Spartan Warrior's neck was broken, the streamlined armor in his chest was cut wide, a blown off leg was gone, and his left hand was broken from the joint. There was only one connecting rod left, bent in a strange position.

The coffin-like cockpit slid out of the big hole in its chest. The green nutrient solution in the cabin had already leaked clean, and the soldier's pale face was pestled on the charred earth, and his mouth was wide open. The silvery-white metal skull on the back of the head makes this face look very weird.

Beside it, thousands of wreckage, corpses, were spread out into the distance piece by piece.

There are the Seuss army, there are the adjudicators, there are the chaknas, and there are the bandits. Soldiers from both sides of the war, entangled, fell on the slope of the hill, which was less than two kilometers wide.

Some of them were left with stumps and severed arms, and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere. Others, whose bodies remain intact.

Some are lying, some are curled up. Some were kneeling on the ground with their heads on the ground, while others were leaning against the mech, their bodies still standing.

Although the attacking Western Army had only retreated, there were still sporadic shells falling on the position. Dirt, human limbs, and steel shards burst into the sky like water in the explosion.

The clouds in the distance were blood-red.

Stiller sat on the dirt floor of the trench, letting the medics help him wrap his wounds. The wound was in the leg, and the enemy punched fiercely, smashing the console of the mech. If it weren't for the fast retreat, "the leg would not just be cut out by the console with a hole more than ten centimeters long. The wound was deep and bone-deep, because there was no medical pod, and even the anesthetic had been used up, and the Chakner medics, who were squatting on the ground, could only bandage Stiller briefly.

"Sir, you need to go down there for treatment." The medics poisoned the gauze, gave Stiller another injection, and said solemnly while packing up the medical box.! Chuan Fan took the cigarette that the bandit army begged for, took a sip of it, and shook it to catch six

"Sir!" The medical guard was anxious and shouted: "Your wound has broken to the bone." If you don't use the medical pod as soon as possible, do nano repairs, you'll be lame! ”

In the tattered trenches, dozens of Chakner warriors were drawn to the cries of the medics. One of the captains turned and walked over this way.

"What are you afraid of?" Stiller smiled: "I don't use my feet to control the mecha." As long as the hand is not broken and the person does not die, I will not go down. ”

As he spoke, he patted the medic on the shoulder: "I'm fine, you can go and help the others." ”

The medic was obviously a tenacious guy, and when he heard Stiller say this, his face turned red with anxiety: "Sir."

Stiller pinched his shoulder fiercely, stopped his nagging, and said lightly: "Lao Tzu has a whole special battalion, and most of it is here, brother, open your eyes and see, which one of the bandits is in the line of fire with such a little injury?" ”

Stiller's words made the Chakner warriors next to him all red-eyed.

The captain who walked up to him wanted to help persuade him, but he finally shut up and hung his head in silence.

Beside Stiller, there were a dozen or so bandit soldiers, plus the other trenches, the total number would not exceed a hundred.

As Stiller said, none of the more than 400 pilots in the special battalion retired because of minor injuries. Half of them died in the death battle with the Adjudicator, and more than a hundred others fought until the mechs rotted into scrap metal before driving the miniature mechs back to their positions.

These fighters, who had lost their mechs, were forcibly sent off their positions on the orders of the front command.

Each of them is a level 10 or higher machine, and in any country, they are all national treasures that are closely protected! Not to mention these hundreds of people, even if one is lost, it can make the army generals of the military department beat their chests and feel painful.

The captain personally escorted the two bandit soldiers who had lost their mechs down. He clearly remembered the appearance of the two soldiers who had just retreated to the trenches, picking up their portable machine guns and trying to go into battle like infantry, and also clearly remembered their red eyes.

With one of the three Chacner soldiers hostage, he kidnapped the two bandit soldiers.

Along the way, the two bandit soldiers kicked and punched. Frantically struggling. The scene of them dying and not wanting to leave their companions made the captain still feel sour when he thought about it.

Who said this is just a gang of super-combat-ready militias?

They are the real warriors!

Even the soldiers under his command are like this. The captain couldn't persuade the special battalion commander in front of him to heal his wounds. Insisting on any persuasion is an insult to this battalion commander.

From Stiller's faint eyes, the captain knew. This battalion commander didn't think about leaving alive.

This is a typical Lelei person. He has the nature of a Lelei man who doesn't care about anything. Half of his men fell here, and even if he died, he wouldn't let the remaining forty or so adjudicators break through this defense.

As long as he recognizes things, as long as there is an enemy standing in front of him, life and death are as insignificant to him as a fart.

The ear is

The captain looked painfully at the bandit mechanics in the trenches.

These fighters sit or stand, or close their eyes to recuperate, or bury their heads in smoking. Each of them was covered in blood-soaked gauze, just as scarred as the mecha beside them.

The long and high-intensity battle has made these bandit soldiers tired and deformed. Their cheeks seemed to have lost weight all at once, and their eyes were enlarged by the drooping of their eyelids. The whites of the eyes are invisible, and they are full of blood.

Only those who have seen the adjudicators with their own eyes know what a terrible thing it is to fight them.

Ordinary fighters, let alone fighting, it is impossible to even resist one or two moves. The gap between the two sides. It's not something that can be compensated for by a single passion or desperate thought.

Those who are qualified to fight with their opponents are only these bandit soldiers in front of them. Yes, they've been fighting hard since they started fighting. The performance of the cyan mecha is obviously inferior to the other party's twelfth-generation mecha, and their hand speed is not as good as those adjudicator mechs.

In the face of the enemy's offensive like the Yangtze River, they can only stop each other by fighting hard.

It's okay to work hard like this once, once or twice, pluck up the courage, your mind is blank, and it's okay to fight for a minute or two. However, who can withstand more than ten hours of life-threatening fighting?!

Disadvantages of mecha performance and hand speed. It will be necessary to double the physical exertion to make up for it. When people are extremely tired and still have to keep fighting, the kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people. Without the iron man's will, it would never have been possible to hold on until now.

The captain didn't know how this bandit soldier survived. After every fight, they looked like they had just been fished out of the water, and they were drenched in sweat. His face was pale, his lips were purple, as if he might fall headlong at any moment, unconscious.

But when the enemy rushed up again, they rushed up to the occasion with vigour, using their dizzying manipulation techniques to engage the enemy.

The two-to-one battle loss ratio data makes the bandit special battalion seem to have the upper hand.

However, one only has to think of the battle in Catalonia, which was dominated by ten Inquisitors, and you can understand what a great victory it was to kill nearly two hundred Inquisitors!

This was a heavy blow to the Binarte Empire. It is the shattering of the myth of the invincibility of the adjudicators.

This news is enough to make tens of millions of people in the Filipino League take to the streets to celebrate with singing and dancing for three whole days!

And now, the warriors who had performed this miracle sat quietly in the muddy trenches, their commander holding a cigarette that had burned to the bottom, sipping it in a puff, and occasionally grinning and spitting at the pain in his calf.

The captain and his subordinates exchanged a gloomy look.

The scarred mechs in the trenches worried them.

No one knows how many people will be left in the bandit army in the next attack. The enemy has gone mad. The leading Adjudicator mech was almost frantic and stormed the position. There were at least twenty or thirty of the bandit soldiers who died under his hands.

In the last attack, when the enemy receded like a tidal wave, he was still rushing to his position, and in the end, it was several adjudicators who desperately pulled him down.

The next time, when that mongrel rushes to the position again, how many of the less than 100 bandit soldiers will be left?

On the opposite hill, the troops gathered in the West can be faintly seen.

The Seuss, who had been bleeding from their heads on the Sunset Mountain defensive line, had already taken out the last of their strength.

Mecha with no traces of gunsmoke appeared on the mountain. The number on the mecha shell is completely different from the previous attacking troops.

This is the new force of the Seuss. One regiment, two regiments, and three regiments were just a dozen minutes, and the hidden observation posts at the heights were able to distinguish five different numbers.

On a frontage less than two kilometers wide on the heights, where the forces of almost two armored divisions were concentrated, the enemy commander was clearly out of his mind.

He's going to fill it with human life!

Aside from the huge heavy mechs and medium-sized mechas, most of the Seuss-standard individual mechs are more than four meters wide. The necessary space for running and fighting, at least ten meters. Otherwise, there will be a crowded collision.

In normal battles, even in the densest formation, the safe distance between the mechs and the mechs must be kept at about eighteen meters. Attacking the skirmish line on the high ground, this distance needs to be widened.

The front of the Sheng Formation is less than two kilometers wide. If it is a normal attack, a row can only accommodate a hundred mechs to rush at the same time.

And now, the enemy has dispatched a whole five regiments, almost 10,000 mechs.

This means that even if there are 400 mechs in each row, the enemy's line of attack will exceed twenty skirmishers. The mecha that rushed to the front didn't even have room to dodge. They could only keep rushing forward and surging up to the position. The slightest pause will drown you by the torrent behind.

The Siyo mechs in front of them fell in rows in the dense fire of the mouth position. The companions behind them, will fill their place and continue to push forward. As long as there are enough of them, with enough sacrifices, they can rush into position.

This is the most primitive way of attacking.

It is also this extremely tragic battle that has been fought until now. The most effective way.

The captain's face turned pale at this moment.

The position he was responsible for was only fifty meters wide, and all the mecha in the hidden trench behind him were brought up, plus more than a dozen bandit mechas. He was also not sure to withstand the enemy's attack.

The command had just replenished the Blade Heights with two battalions. Even if Lixuan asks for help now, it will be difficult for troops to move up in a short period of time.

Is this the end of this battle?

The Captain turned his head and looked at Stiller, both of whom smiled at the same time.

Before they could give the order, the fighters got busy.

All the weapons they could use were set up in the firing positions. All the mechs that can be started have their engines started. The soldiers who were hiding in the hidden trenches ran forward desperately, and several wounded soldiers pulled the fusion grenades together and tied them together as if they were picking up gold.

An atmosphere of death is spreading silently. Everyone was silently preparing for the final battle.

On the opposite hill, the Siyo mecha had begun to make final preparations before attacking.

Several mechs with officer insignia on their bodies ran back and forth on the sortie position. One by one, the Seuss mechs strode forward and entered the sortie queue.

On the far hill on the left, hundreds of Seuss mechs had slowly poured out of their positions. In the center, dozens of black adjudicators appear in view.

"Sir". The captain handed Stiller a cigarette, "Let's go first this time." We can't stand it, you go up again. ”

"What's that?!" Stiller's eyes are also one.

"Those mongrels on the other side are already crazy, let's not be like them" The captain let out of his mind and smiled: "Sir, your General Tian, I'm afraid that you have conquered Qixing Town and Xiushuihe Town now." It won't be long before our main force will be engaged in a counteroffensive. ”

The clouds in the sky, as red as blood.

The captain's face, in the smoke of the cigarette, was calm and calm: "This is the land of the Chakner people, and we will lead you to love for a lifetime." If you survive, when the Allies counterattack Lelei, my brother will repay you for your kindness, but for now, I still need your help to hold the last line of defense

The Chakner warriors in the trenches all silently gathered around the captain.

"When we die, it's up to you." The captain looked around, exchanged a calm look with his brothers, and smiled and stretched the lighter in front of Stiller.

A small flame danced before Stiller's eyes.

On the opposite hill, a tidal wave of enemies has already spread down the mountainside. The roar of the trains of the artillery groups on both sides was heart-rending in the sky.

Stiller put the cigarette in his mouth into the lighter, and his eyes turned red suddenly.

"If you're dead, I'll mark you"

Before the word hatred came out of Stiller's mouth, he suddenly heard a loud trumpet from behind the mouth.

A series of short notes is followed by a long note.

It was Chacner's Stormtroopers.

Looking back, the mountains are all over the field, and the battle flags are fluttering. (To be continued)

CH is closed.