Volume 3 Chapter 33 is waiting!

"General Tian."

As a voice echoed in the valley, the Jepeng mecha in the smoke of gunpowder changed formation, covering each other to break away from the strangulation of the ten white mechas. A few minutes later, as the lonely few Toyama mechs in the center were torn apart in the explosion, the entire battlefield turned into a thick circular encirclement centered on the ten white thunder in the center.

"Who?" The fat man waved his hand, causing the thugs who were happily trying to kill the mecha group again to stop, and looked around blankly: "Who called me?" ”

"It's been a pleasure to meet you here." Hayato Ohno held the communicator of the command mecha, and his tone was cold and hard: "The contemptible person is Hayato Ohno, the commander of the 59th Armored Division of the Royal Army of Jeppen"

"I haven't heard of it." The fat man's expression became more and more dazed.

The expression of Hayato Ohno, who was famous in the entire Jepeng Army, froze, and then smiled faintly: "I'm just a nobody, General Tian's name is like thunder." ”

"You know me?" There's something strange about the fat man. His eyes rolled. Milan grabbed his hand gently, and the two looked at each other, both in some surprise.

The fat man did not have with Jeppen in Bermuda. The big galaxies have fought each other, and they have not been among the top commanders of the Filipino Alliance. As a major general in a small country, not many people know about him, and most of them turn their heads and forget about him, let alone understand him and study him. What's more, few people know that he came here, but at this moment, he was called by a division commander Jiepeng, and it felt a little meaningful.

The sound reached far away on the 415 heights, and there was silence on the position.

Looking down from the high ground, there is a steady stream of gushing out of the base. The Jeppen mecha was like a tidal wave, encircling ten white thunder vehicles.

This time, the Jeppen people actually dispatched the 59th Division. of two integrated armored regiments and three battalions of the 172nd Division. There are more than 3,000 mechs in total, and they are too many to count. The fat man and the others are in this group of mechas, just like a few white bubbles in the black tide at dusk.

And what frightened the Jeppen warriors the most was the frontal encirclement. Outside, more than 400 Jepeng mechs have been assembled into a sharp triangular assault formation.

And the usual Jeppen mainstream eight-generation standard mecha Toyama, nine generations. Mecha civets are different. These are some demihumanoid mechs. The lion-like lower body, combined with the humanoid half-body, makes these mecha look vicious and full of explosive power. Their bodies leaned forward slightly, as if they would lunge forward in the next second. Tear apart all enemies in front of you.

Many Chakner fighters recognized this mech. Their special. Zheng, and the legendary Jeppen Army Armored Force's highest configuration of the tenth generation [Machine] recognition characteristics are exactly the same!

This is Jeppen Army. The strongest combat power. It is the top mecha of the Jepeng Empire, which is a full decade behind the two super empires in terms of technology accumulation, and the total number of mecha equipped so far does not exceed 10,000. Those who can fly this kind of mecha are the elite of the elite. And now, they actually appeared here, and apparently they were used to target the fat people.

The fighters on the battlefield were anxious for a while. In order to deal with the ten Thunders, these Jiepeng people not only dispatched their entire divisions, using their most cutting-edge mechas, but even delayed with words and calmly arranged. This was originally a small skill of carving insects, but on the contrary, the fat man and the others stood in the center stupidly, talking to each other stupidly, ignoring the changes around them!

"Of course I know you" Hayato Ohno turned the communicator between his five fingers, lowered his eyes, and said playfully: "Captured Emperor Gacharin and ate Humphrey's two Elephant-class fleets, such a person, if I don't pay attention to it anymore, then our intelligence department should be sent to a military court for dereliction of duty." ”

This time, the fat man was really startled, and said in a trembling voice: "Focus on? ”

"But," Hayato Ohno said, ignoring the fat man's question, and continued to himself, "I don't understand something. As the saying goes, the son of a daughter can't sit down, as the commander of the bandit army, your current position should be in your headquarters, not in danger and appear here, you shouldn't come, it's too dangerous here. ”

In the mecha, the corners of Milan's mouth twitched, and he and the fat man looked at each other and smiled.

"I was wrong, I won't be here next time." The fat man took the opportunity to touch Milan's hand with a dazzled smile, and said, "Shall I go now?" ”

"Phew! Dead fatty, I didn't let you come. Milan took a sip, her heart sweet. Why the fat man came, she naturally knew best. Even at this moment, on the battlefield surrounded by strong enemies, it is like a flower before the moon. She smiled coquettishly on the fat man's face, and whispered, "Since you're here, can you still run away?!" ”

"Let you go?" Hayato Ohno was stunned for a moment, and suddenly laughed: "General Tian is a little late to say such things now?" ”

With the high-speed movement of countless Jiepeng mecha on the periphery, a huge circular encirclement has been formed, and the Jiepeng mecha with the ranking units formed a staggered formation one after another, wrapping the center and extending into the distance. The number of individual mechs, medium mechas, and heavy mechs is also innumerable.

Hayato Ohno's voice gradually turned cold: "You killed so many Jeppen warriors of me, come as you want, and leave as you want?" ”

The officers standing behind Hayabusa Ohno looked at the white mecha in the encirclement as if they were idiots. They admit that these guys are very powerful, but they don't believe that with ten mechs, they can break through the encirclement of an entire armored division. Not to mention combat, even if you line up together and let these mechs kill, you can exhaust them!

When Hayato Ohno said this, he just wanted to delay the arrangement a little - it didn't take much, but only a dozen seconds. As long as these mechs are stunned for a short moment.

War is all about doing everything. For Hayato Ono, it's just a matter of opening his mouth and saying two words, and whether he succeeds or not, he won't lose anything. Fortunately, this "Lelei hero" was fooled so stupidly. What's even more ridiculous is that he still wants to let him go! However, his voice sounded a little wrong

"What do you want to do?" In the mecha, the fat man's frightened voice came.

Hayato Ohno looked at the few bits of white in the dense black metal frenzy, and sneered: "You surrender"

Before the words fell, I only heard a coquettish laugh in the mecha, and a woman's crisp and charming voice came: "What do I want to do?" Dead fatty, see how I clean you up! As he spoke, the voices of a man and a woman laughing and slapping rang out.

A cold wind blew, and the whole valley was silent.

Even the Chakna warriors on the 415 heights looked at each other - Commander Najiepeng, there was no cerebral hemorrhage.

Hayato Ohno's face turned pale as Officer Jeppen behind him.

Woman, in that mecha, there is even a woman. That Lelei man not only fought with women, but also flirted with his women in front of so many people!

In that unbridled fight, Hayato Ohno's previous words seemed so self-indulgent and ridiculous.

An indescribable sense of humiliation that went straight to the brain. Anger burned Hayato's nerves. His fingers almost crushed the communicator in his hand. His face was burning, he never knew that his face would be so hot!

Ohno Hayabusa laughed angrily, his long fingers played with the communicator in his hand, his eyes were half-narrowed, his eyes were like knives, and his laughter became colder and colder: "Laugh as much as you want, when I smash your mecha, strip your woman naked in front of you, and throw it into the group of soldiers to humiliate yourself, I see if you can laugh or not!" ”

There was a silence in his answer.

The mecha in the midst of laughter suddenly fell silent. Watching the white mecha slowly turn its head to this side, Hayato Ohno suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.

He gritted his teeth, and a low, cold word burst out from between his teeth.

"Attack!"

As soon as the words fell, countless energy cannons covered the center of the encirclement in an instant.

Dense white light swept across the earth one after another, and the piercing sound of explosions filled the entire heaven and earth. As the ground shook, the Hayabusa battalion assembled on the outside also began to advance at high speed. A few seconds later, these half-human mechs, like sharp knives, swooped down on the central battlefield along the gap in the encirclement that separated like the waves on the bow of a ship.

"Kill!"

When the first batch of [Metrons] swept through the air and swooped towards the central battlefield filled with gunpowder like a waterfall of the Tianhe River, more than 3,000 Jepeng mecha burst out with a murderous shout at the same time!

"Baby, don't tickle me yet, I'll solve them and play with you." In the midst of the loud shouts, the laughter sounded again, and a breathless voice trembled.

The overwhelming impact of the [Machine Storm], covered by artillery fire like a torrential rain and hail, converged into a violent shock wave that swept around in the center of the battlefield, making an earth-shattering loud noise.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, ten white figures suddenly shone like lightning in the wild sand.

The Chakna soldiers on the 415 position only felt that their hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

They saw these ten figures, jumping through the meteor shower that the energy cannon had evolved. The dense artillery fire, as if it was evading them, swept past them and shot straight into the earth, setting off mushroom clouds.

Their movements are so beautiful, so precise, so fast! It's like a wild horse, like a white horse passing through a gap. Every step they take is stepping on the rhythm of their heartbeat, and as their heartbeat gets faster and faster, so does their speed. Finally, they gathered together, and the hedgehog integrated into a standard triangular assault formation, like a demon knife that cut the void in the red light of the sand and dust in the sky, galloping. In front of them, there is a tidal wave of [Machinestorm] attack groups!

One hundred meters, fifty meters, ten meters

The mecha of the two sides slammed into each other, and in an instant, they were already intertwined!

"Kill!" With a loud shout.

The white light flashed, the fire soared into the sky, and more than ten Jiepeng [machine storms], like shattered straw, were lifted into the sky.

The fat man's hand speed increased to seventy-three movements per second, and the mecha turned into a white meteor under his control. The ion light knife in his hand crossed, and a [machine storm] only had time to erect the ion battle axe in his hand

After the knife light, the severed axe flew into the sky, and the abdomen of the half-human mecha was cut straight open, and the parts that lost control were ejected under the high-speed operation of the mecha engine, and the two bodies were loaded onto the ground in different postures, sliding and rubbing, scraping countless sparks of mud and dust, and crashing into the group of mecha of their companions.

"Silly*!" The fat man sneered.

In the previous attack, he didn't let everyone use all his strength. The performance of the twelfth generation of mecha has always been controlled at the level of the tenth generation of mechas.

At the time of the position test, the fat man's understanding of this kind of mecha was still very superficial. However, after piloting the mecha to attack the base and fighting in the Jeppen mecha group, the fat man knew that this kind of mecha that gathered the highest technology of the countries of the Filipino Alliance, and the fighting performance was already the ultimate in this era.

The Thunder's external armor uses the alloy technology of the Republic of Fiyan. Although it is a notch worse than the [Logic] bio-two-state metal, this external armor made of dozens of different elements and more than two hundred processes is enough to resist the full force of the [God-given] Ion Light Knife. What's more, this metal can be manufactured on a large scale.

And the most important instantaneous explosive power data of the mecha's engine is twice that of the Feiyang 11th generation mecha, and four times that of the Feiyang 10th generation [Divine Gift]! In the base test, [God's] could not parry the thunderous attack at all. Thunder's fist can directly shatter the God-given blocking mechanical arm and smash it into the body.

There is also a control system for the mecha, which is also a must.

The fat man has to admire the experts who study this control system, although this control system cannot be compared with Bijnert's brain control technology, but it can improve the control skills of mecha controllers. Many places where hand speed is consumed, in this control system, have been perfectly assisted.

Although it has not improved much, it is a genius idea after all, and it has taken a solid step. And for a level 10 mecha warrior with a hand speed of more than sixty movements, a five-percent increase is enough to make people ecstatic. This control system is simply a perfect complement to mecha martial arts!

There is also a new dual-joint torsional drive system; precision fire control system and energy defense system comparable to that of small frigates; How can a mecha such a high-tenacity suspension system that can be used for unloading, coupled with a newly developed jamming system that can carry out powerful electronic jamming in close combat, be able to compete with the 10th generation mecha?!

If this kind of mecha is equipped with the magnetometer of the bandit army, and then the development of the miniature battleship version engine on the Casper log is completed, and the control system is further improved, I can't help but climax just thinking about it.

As soon as the mecha turned around, the two mechanical legs kicked in the air under the action of high-frequency transmission rod pushing and pulling. The other two [Mechstorms] that came on were kicked in the chest and flew upside down like broken sacks. Before he could hit the ground, the fat man's right hand bounced out a dazzling and strange fingering on the keyboard, and the ionic light knife in the mecha's hand slashed through an arc.

"Demon Slaying Knife!" In the midst of the loud shouting, a knife that was so fast that he couldn't even see it clearly flashed, and the three [Machine Storm] were split into six sections by the three-meter-long knife.

"Cool wow!" The fat man kissed Milan on the face in his busy schedule, and as soon as he pulled the lever, the mecha turned into a cloud of white light and shot straight out.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending!"

"Six-vein Divine Sword!"

"Lingbo Weibu!"

"Xiao Li Feidao is his **, who designed this move?!"

Milan clutched her stomach and laughed wildly, watching the fat man screaming and beating proudly, and she was very busy.

Seventy-two moves of mecha martial arts were used by the fat man in turn, and the steps under his feet, the line of his moves, the power of the engine, and the angle of turning had become his instincts, which had been accurately calculated by the little boy.

The ionic light knife in his hand slashed left and right, like a bamboo. No matter who stands in front of you, whether it is three, four, or seven or eight mechs, the white thunder is broken again and again. Ten mechas, ten flying knives, and ten galloping white lights marched all the way in the black-pressed Jepeng metal frenzy.

The valley plains, the sound of killing shook the sky.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! William, who had concentrated the strength of the whole battalion to meet the battle, roared with tears in his eyes. Under his command, the soldiers of the Hayabusa Battalion, who were not afraid of death, charged forward one after another.

One after another, row after row, group after group

William was already red-eyed.

The prestige of the Falcon Camp is not blown out, but rolled out in the sea of blood and fire.

Each Hayabusa Battalion warrior was personally selected by Hayato Ohno. Since the day they entered the Falcon Camp, they have undergone the most rigorous training, the most brutal grinding. When others are eating, they are training, and when others are resting, they are also training. The elimination rate of up to 40 percent makes all people dare not slack off.

In training, they can only win if they work hard, and on the battlefield, they can only survive if they work hard!

These mecha warriors are all the elite of Jeppen's youth. They have firm beliefs, tenacious wills, and regard honor as life. They have repeatedly charged at enemies far outnumbered by themselves, have used sharp knives to penetrate the enemy's defense lines again and again, and have penetrated thousands of miles again and again, sealing their throats with a sword.

They are the pride of the 59th Division, the pride of the Second Army, and the trump card of Hayato Ohno!

Their achievements have earned them royal medals, prestigious status, respect, fame that has not been defeated in a hundred battles, and won everything they deserve!

Their pride does not allow them to bow down to a small nation and a widow, to the nine Wanderers of Mars!

"Boom!" A [Mecha] lion-like claw kicked violently on the ground, and the mecha glided and rushed towards a white thunder. The ion battle axe in the hand of [Machine Storm] was raised high and slashed down, and the powerful battle axe rubbed an arc of flame in the air, and it slashed to the top of Thunder's head in the blink of an eye.

"Dead !!" The eighth-level Jepeng warrior in [Machine Storm] was dumbfounded, and his hand speed was increased to the extreme.

The white mecha in front of him was being entangled by his two companions in a desperate posture. This opportunity is fleeting, and he will never let it go.

The tomahawk struck the white mech, and then, slashed to the ground.

Jackpen looked at the countless pieces of dirt and rubble, splashing out of the broken ground, looking at the figure that had been split, flashing and disappearing before his eyes, and watching the two companions turn into two bursting fireballs in an instant

"Phantom"

As he spat out a word, he saw an ionized knife come in through the metal shell on the left side of the cockpit, breaking through the mesh elastic interior, breaking through the storage compartment next to it, breaking through the console, the seat and his body, and bursting out of the metal shell on the right side.

What kind of mecha is this, how can there be such a powerful ion-light knife

When death came, Jeppen's brain, frozen in a question he would never know the answer to.

In the central battlefield, the Jeppen mecha fell in pieces in the light of the sword.

No one has ever seen such a killing. This should happen to a civilian crowd that is strafed by energy machine guns, not in a confrontation between such mechs!

"One row, two rows, up!"

"Two in two rows, on the left, separate them!"

"Two in a row and three rows, resist, can't let them get in damn it, three in a row and one row, on!"

Lieutenant Colonel William was so constantly throwing in his forces that he couldn't even remember what orders he had given. He was just red-eyed, mechanically commanding his subordinates to attack according to the ever-changing situation in front of him. However, as soon as the frenzied attacks hit those ten white reefs, they would turn into shattering waves!

An entire company was thrown in, and in less than five minutes, it was completely strangled, and the second company was thrown in, and the same was happening.

"Battalion commander, fire coverage is ineffective. Hit them! They're too fast! ”

"Battalion commander, we can't stop it, we can't get close!"

"Battalion commander, they turned again!"

Listening to the panicked voice that had never been seen in the communication channel, William's mind was just a blank. "How so?! That's impossible! That's impossible! What kind of mecha is this, there is no such model in Feimeng's mecha! ”

Once again, the attempt to divide the interception fell through.

Ten white mechs roamed around at high speed, constantly covering each other. Sometimes it spreads out like the petals of a blooming flower, and sometimes it closes tightly together. I don't know when, the two platoons that had just been put into it, were pierced by them. The five white mechs continued to strangle in the mecha group, and the other five reflexively killed back from different angles at the moment of piercing and intercepting.

What do these guys want to do, do they want to kill the entire armored division like this?!

Looking at the Falcon Battalion, which had already lost nearly half of it, and looking at the opponent who had not even been hurt by the fur except for a little dirty marks on the external armor, a thought involuntarily jumped into William's mind.

They're in Liwei!

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

As if to prove William's judgment, ten white mechs stepped forward at the same time, twisted, soared into the air, and swung their knives. A row of [machine storms] fell under the knife in unison. It's like chopping melons and vegetables!

William glanced back blankly in the direction of the base. He knew that at this moment, Hayato Ohno was probably furious to the extreme. Camp Hayabusa is his trump card and his pride. And now, pride is trampled under the feet of these arrogant and rampant enemies.

"Wow, honey, don't touch there." A voice, shouting merrily.

William's grip on the lever tightened, blood gushing up, and the mech leaped out like an arrow.

"Connect me William!"

Hayato Ohno stared straight at the virtual screen, the screen was constantly scrolling and changing, and the mechs were swimming at high speed, strangling. Suddenly, a mecha he was familiar with staggered with a passing white figure and fell heavily to the ground. In the dust, countless mecha blocked the view.

The "general" communications officer turned back tremblingly: "Lieutenant Colonel William, killed!" ”

Hayato Ohno stared at the communications officer with strange and blank eyes, and slowly sat down in his chair. He suddenly remembered the captured Nakayama Wing.

Modern warfare is not the age of individual heroic ideas. No matter how strong and crazy the enemy is, he will not dare to shake the entire armored division with only ten mechs.

But all this is happening right under my nose.

Zhongshan Yi, did you have the same helpless feeling?! His 172nd Division fell under the 415 position, could it be that he himself would also follow in his footsteps?!

What the hell is going on?

The other party obviously only has ten mechas, why can't his entire armored division trap them?! They swim in the mecha frenzy, like fish in water. On the contrary, it was the Jerpeng machine who was afraid of being injured by mistake, and he shrank back from the fight.

The overwhelming energy cannons can't help them. Just covered each other and pulled away a little distance, and in an instant, they caught up, pasted, pierced and twisted into the formation, it was another massacre!

Is this really a mecha combat that you are familiar with?

Those mecha that have no power to resist are really the Hayabusa battalion that they are proud of?!

The shrill laughter seemed to echo in my ears again.

Hayato Ohno looked at the screen quietly, and suddenly found that the ten mecha had already penetrated the tail formation of the Hayabusa camp at some point, and the outer encirclement was in chaos.

"Divisional commander," one of the major suddenly cried out, "they're coming this way!" ”

Want to be decapitated?!

Hayato Ohno calmly looked at the arc that continued to stretch forward on the screen, and as the Major said, the white mecha turned this way after killing a big bend in the encirclement. The direction facing the top of the arc is where you are.

The entire armored division, constantly surging upwards, squeezing into the middle, detouring backwards. Trying to stop them. However, the arc did not pause in the slightest, like the fin of a shark, breaking through the water.

"Two regiments and one battalion, retreat, stop them."

"The second battalion of the second regiment, go up, force them, and fire without restrictions."

Seeing that Hayato Ohno didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, the chief of staff standing beside him quickly made a decision.

Troops, moving under the movement of the Chief of Staff.

Hayato Ohno felt that the chief of staff was a little worried. No one could complete the decapitation in the encirclement of the entire armored division. However, he didn't stop it, he only frowned, staring at the arc that had slowed down in the frantically pounced mecha group. Until now, he didn't understand what the hell these guys were trying to do.

Did they kill the whole division? Tired to death they are tired!

The white arc continues to stretch forward. Slowly but surely. Three kilometers and two kilometers around, the Jeppen mechs ran fast in the billowing dust and smoke, trying to intercept them. The entire encirclement has become a droplet, and most of the troops are gathered between the white mecha and the base.

There is a fierce battle on the inside, and on the outside is ready to replenish it.

It's really a big joke, Hayato Ono stares coldly at the white mecha. He is ready to meet the enemy here. If the entire division can't stop them, then even if they die, they will die here, not moving an inch!

The dignity of the Ono family is in this place.

Escaping under the escort of the entire Panzer Division would make the Ono family lose respect forever.

"Come on!"

Hayato Ohno grabbed the communicator and roared, "Come"

The voice stopped abruptly.

Under the sweaty gaze of more than a dozen officers in the command mecha, the ten mechs suddenly turned, quickly broke through the weak encirclement on the right rear side, and jumped up a small hill leading to the 415 heights.

Before entering the jungle, they saw a mech shoot a huge middle finger at it.

The arrogant voice of the fat man echoed in the valley.

"Wash your ass and wait, I'll come back later!"

The fat man's loud declaration made the whole valley fall silent.

There were only a few energy cannons, following the figures of ten white mechs, and burrowed into the jungle.

Looking at the wreckage that stretched for several kilometers on the plain of the basin, and watching the white mecha turn around, it was so close to the command mecha that it couldn't be closer, and all the Jeppen soldiers found that they didn't know when, their vests were already soaked.

That's a madman.

A true lunatic!

They stared blankly at the jungle that had returned to calm, and they didn't know when, these ten terrifying mechas, came out of it again.

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On the 415 position, there was silence.

After a long time, the Chacner warriors, who had been dazzled by this unbelievable battle, came back to their senses.

They looked at the time in confusion. It was already time for a scheduled retreat.

Before and after the position, several electronic mecha had all been turned on, and the little boy led three electronic soldiers to run around, connecting the anti-detection jammers to the electronic mecha through data cables.

Come back later?

The fighters looked at each other.

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