Cannonballs, like hail of torrential rain, fell frantically from the sky.

Violent explosions covered the First Avenue of Prost Avenue, shattering the solid earth into a water that trembled and rippled with thousands of ripples.

The violent shock wave sent dust and smoke along the street, crashing into the buildings on both sides of the street, shattering the glass and squirming everything out of the windows in other directions. The flames rose into the sky with thick smoke, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the bright light flashed in the billowing smoke, and there were thousands of muffled thunders.

Without an immersive person, it is difficult to imagine this apocalyptic scene.

Not to mention looking, the mere sound of explosions that seem to be never-ending can make people collapse.

Artillery fire covered and lasted a full half hour.

This is not a large-scale group battle in the field battlefield, this is just a battle for a street in an urban battle! With such a strong artillery cover, it is no longer just a waste. It was a deliberate demonstration by Caudle, to be exact!

People don't know how they survived. This half an hour seems to be longer than a lifetime. They prayed all the time, praying that the maddening cannon would stop in the next second.

Many of the pilots in the Puluo branch library had a little pale at the corners of their mouths. That's a sign of hypoxia. In the midst of that terrible shelling, they felt like fish on the shore.

But they weren't afraid.

Especially when their eyes fell on the fat man who was comfortable beside them, and the one hundred and twenty indifferent and calm mecha warriors, all they had was worship and boiling blood.

From the location of the Puluo branch library, you can clearly see the fat man.

At this moment, the fat man and the bandit army mecha warriors were hiding behind the major mecha hall buildings on both sides of the First Avenue.

The fat man was closest to the intersection, and he opened the mecha cockpit. Squatting in the seat and smoking with his eyes shut. The violent explosion seemed to him to be just a string of firecrackers thrown in front of him. The rest of the bandit soldiers did the same. Some of them smoke, some play handheld games, and some stretch their waists. Some of them had drooping heads, and were on the verge of falling asleep.

A whole day of fighting, for these heartless guys, it seemed that they only felt tired.

In the Tailiu branch library. Old Smith, Jeffrey, and the elders watched in silence what was happening in front of them. They are waiting for the end of this battle.

Unlike the old men, who were a little worried after all, the young warriors of Kozmo, Buzz, and Weatheril. clenched his fists and made no secret of his enthusiasm. Beside them, the cockpit canopy of the private mech was always open. They will not hesitate to jump in and join the fight whenever needed.

And now, they can only wait.

The fat man said that it was a show. A grand and wonderful show. They. Just the audience.

Caudle stared at the telescope screen.

On Puluo First Avenue, buildings were blown to pieces. The Black Dragon Road Mecha Pavilion next to the bank building is a small classical-style building on the street. It has completely collapsed. Bricks, wood, and rubble, splashed everywhere in the constant explosions, and dust billowed up.

The sandbags piled up on the side of the road had already been shattered, and when they were directly hit by the shells, countless sand and dust were raised. Broken sandbags rolled in the air, windmills spinning. Scattered with grains of sand. Ground machine guns mounted on sandbags. The rocket artillery and the metal bulletproof walls in the trenches had turned into twisted and broken metal, and the constant explosion of ammunition rose from the infantry trenches.

And seven or eight mecha trenches across the avenue. Half of the height had been cut off, revealing the dirt beneath the roadbed. The black wreckage of the mecha was burning violently, and it exploded like raindrops, throwing the fragments of the mecha onto the walls of the buildings on both sides, making a loud noise.

In the midst of the artillery fire, the shattered limbs flew into the sky, and large pieces of flesh and blood fell down crackling and falling into the sand and dust. The blood mixed in the dirt and splattered radioactively onto the walls, the ground and the sandbags, and the patches of dark red pulp were terrifying.

Caudle looked at the scene in front of him in fascination.

The dazzling sight of burning flames, soaring smoke, flying stumps, and burning wreckage made him feel as if he had returned to the era of serving in the Binalter Empire, where all enemies were crushed in front of the irresistible Imperial Army! In order to reproduce this day, he has been waiting for many years in the lonely Northern Alliance base!

He waved his hand again. Command the mecha and play a light signal.

With the last artillery fire covering, the second battalion began to advance.

Nearly 400 mechs began to run at high speed. The heavy footsteps were densely intertwined, shaking the earth like a thousand horses galloping.

Don't give your opponent any chance! This is Codell's consistent strategic thinking! After being covered by excessive artillery fire, the troops were thrown into a crushing attack at one time. Opponents will have no room to exert the power of their mecha level suppression! And their electronic jamming, although destroying their own command and communication system, also has an impact on the control of the mecha, but in this kind of quick battle, the power of electronic jamming will be greatly weakened.

As long as the second battalion can form a breakthrough! It's going to be a devastating battle.

In an instant, the two companies led by the 2nd Battalion had rushed into the enemy position in the billowing smoke.

A moment later, the sound of cannons, which had been silent for a moment, rang out again. And the sound of cannons is accompanied by the violent metal collision sound of mecha hand-to-hand combat.

More than thirty black mecha that emerged from the smoke of gunpowder had been completely strangled together with the second battalion.

These scarred black mechs were obviously survivors of the previous artillery fire. They are putting up their last stand.

The red mecha is surging up like a tide.

However, the black mecha will not retreat!

Thirty black mechs formed a circular defensive formation, blocking the front of the red mechs. They cover each other and have a basis for advancing and retreating. In the trenches, on the ruins of collapsed buildings, leaping and moving desperately to the death.

In the outrageous slashing of the black mechs, the red mechs that rushed to the front fell one after another. The level advantage of the eighth-generation mecha against the sixth-generation mecha is absolutely overwhelming. It's like in the ancient Gulf War. When the depleted uranium shells of the US tanks pierced the ground of two Iraqi tanks one after another, the shells of the Iraqi tanks were bounced off by the armor of the US tanks.

However, the numerical superiority of the red mecha makes up for this shortcoming. No mech is invincible. Under the onslaught of the red mechas, the black mechs also began to suffer casualties. Outnumbered, they could only use their skillful cooperation to alternately change the mecha that had lost their energy shield or lost their combat effectiveness to the rear of the blocking formation.

Both sides. It's like two frenzied lions, fighting fiercely between the craters of the ruins. This is no longer a light victory, this is a contest of will and dignity!

The No. 01 mecha piloted by the fat man has become the grim reaper in the minds of all red mechas.

This black mecha looks to the scarlet mercenary mecha warriors. It doesn't seem to be driven by people. On Pro-1st Avenue, it has always been at the forefront of the defensive line, and wherever it pounces, it will set off a bloody storm.

Its thrust was as sharp as lightning, the tomahawk in its hands, its fists and feet, every part of its body was a deadly weapon. All the mecha that it is targeting. None of them escaped. Melee combat can't kill it. Long-range artillery fire is also useless against it.

It is like a ferocious cheetah, dodging cannonballs with strange changes of direction again and again. It has a shield of earthly energy. At most, it was pale red, and as long as it slowed down the pace of killing a little and strengthened its evasion, it didn't take long for it to revert to an extremely desperate blue.

Red mechs fell under its hands. Some were brutally smashed into formation by it, and slashed alive with their tomahawks. Some of them were silently wrapped around and strangled from behind, while others were picked up by it and smashed into scattered parts on the ground.

If not always in numbers. If it weren't for knowing that the enemy had run out of fuel and was only one blow away. Many blood-colored mercenary mecha warriors almost did not dare to rush forward.

No matter how fierce the lion. There are times when you are tired. Finally, under the repeated impact of the red mecha, the black mecha began to retreat. Their casualties are increasing, their numbers are decreasing, and they must use the depth in their hands to defuse the enemy's onslaught step by step. Caudle looked blankly at the telescope screen. He did not expect that after his almost desperate firepower, the enemy's defense line had not yet collapsed. The attack of the second battalion turned into a stalemate positional battle. And such a positional battle, I don't know how long it will take!

On the screen, as the black mecha retreated, more than a dozen black mecha in the rear position came up. Led by the unusually fierce black mecha, the defense line was stabilized, and the two sides once again fell into a stalemate.

Caudle pinched his eyebrows with his fingers, his face was blue and his teeth were clenched!

The fire elemental that fell one after another on the front line was all trained by him. The first battle suffered such heavy losses. It was unbearable for him!

Looking at the horizontal paths on the map, between the block buildings on both sides of First Avenue, where only two mechs were allowed side by side, Caudle slammed his fist on the armrest of the seat and said sharply: "Order the third battalion, press up from the left and right flank blocks, and order the assault company directly under it, and immediately enter the attack!" ”

Zhang Kai weakly adjusted the camera's sub-lens, trying to record everything that happened in Puluo Town completely and realistically. His physical strength had been exhausted in the half-hour shelling. Until now, I was still dizzy in my head.

In the buzzing ears, there were bursts of sobbing.

Zhang Kai pointed a sub-camera at the owner who was crying next to him - a girl with slightly swollen eyes and crying pear blossoms and rain.

Pretty girl with jet black silky hair and big bright eyes. At this moment, she was standing in front of the windowsill, biting her lip, looking at the battle outside the window with teary eyes, sobbing from time to time.

Zhang Kai sighed softly, a few hours ago, the appearance of this girl when she was cheering for the victory of the black mecha was also ingested by him. At that time, her fair little face flushed with excitement, her eyes glowed, and her whole body was full of youthful vitality and joy from the heart.

However, I didn't expect that only a few hours had passed. It's all come to this.

Zhang Kai opened his mouth, trying to comfort this girl who made people feel pity, but he didn't know what to say. Everyone knows that the defeat of the black mecha is inevitable.

The girl was crying, while the rest of the building turned pale. Despair. Looming over the town of Puro. In the distance, in the central city area, there were also bursts of gunfire. Heaven and earth are big, but people have nowhere to go!

Below, an ant-like red mecha. A new round of deployment has begun.

The mechs that had been staying behind had all pressed up, and they made a detour along the block path towards First Avenue. The entire wing block is densely packed with scattered mechas!

Zhang Kai sighed and reached out to turn off the camera. He also didn't want to film the defeat of this black team.

Even if you lose your job because of this, you won't shoot!

Zhang Kai felt that at least for a while. These mechs and him. and all the people in Puluo Town, all of whom are related by blood and share the same hatred. Although the two sides have nothing to do with each other. However, that feeling is absolutely real.

However, Zhang Kai's hand stopped at the moment when he was about to press the switch.

Suddenly, he noticed an extremely strange scene in a sub-shot - in the corner of an infantry trench hidden. Several mock-up mannequins in soldier uniforms. I pose in various forms. On them, there are piles of rags. There are also blood bags. Pieces of pork.

A shell that happened to hit there exploded violently. Zhang Kai was startled by the flash in the camera. He stared at the picture with a strange expression—flesh and blood flying in the picture.

Zhang Kai's heart was beating faster, and a hunch drove him to quickly turn all the shots into wide-angle shots.

In the lens, the tide of red mecha has been completely pressed up, and the entire first block is densely red and squirming.

And the black mecha seems to have given up resistance. They retreated so quickly that they were crushed. In front of them, the red mechs that rushed in the center attacked more fiercely and advanced faster.

Red in and black out. The flowing colors on the screen are dazzling.

However, when the black mecha that had been at the front retreated through the last mecha trench, the dazzling chase came to an abrupt end.

The earth was trembling, and a muffled thunder rang out from the ground.

Time froze all at once.

People looked around in horror and didn't know what was really going on.

is also at a loss, as well as the red mecha in the picture. They hesitated, and some of the mechs even stopped and looked around. These warriors, who were on the brink of death, instinctively aware of the danger.

Suddenly, a thunderclap from the ground burst out of the bank building and exploded in the air. Immediately afterward, a series of more violent explosions were like the beat of a drum, passing around the buildings of the first block, which was deafening.

Like a volcanic eruption, or like an old warship firing a salvo of a hundred guns, the windows and gates of the buildings in the first block all spewed out countless tumbling flames and scattered smoke.

In the horrific explosions, buildings began to tilt.

A few seconds later, the shockwave that spread around the First Avenue block pushed up the impenetrable dust, billowing and spreading in all directions, rolling up into the sky, obscuring the sky and the sun!

The bank building is gone.

The Dell Fein Business Center building is also gone.

The Ming Heart Stream, the Lore Stream, and the Broken Mountain Flow Building are all gone.

Zhang Kai was stupid, and the girl next to him was also stupid.

Everyone was stupid, and the blood in their bodies surged up on the top of their heads at this moment, and they brushed the ground and retreated. A terrifying electric current crept up from the tail vertebrae along the waistcoat directly to the back of the head.

No one could believe what was happening before their eyes - in an instant, all the heights of the first block of the square disappeared!

The first block, razed to the ground!

People rolled their eyes with difficulty, and looked at each other with pale faces. It seems that he wants to confirm a certain undoubted answer from the other party - the hundreds of red mechs are over.

You don't have to wait for the dust and smoke to clear, just look at the direction of the collapse of those buildings to know that there are not a few red mechs that can escape this terrifying catastrophe!

This is a massacre, a well-planned massacre!