As Gamma Team suffers a devastating blow, there is a sudden commotion in the mercenary's mech position. Alan was horrified to see in the scope that an indifferent man in pitch-black trousers and a white shirt rotated a black tungsten steel dagger in his right hand, and walked out of the ruins where he was hiding, striding towards the nearest mecha, the pace was as standard as the president coming to power, but he walked with a murderous and murderous momentum.

That's fucking Charlie! "What is this madman going to do!" The battered Alan screamed in the public channel.

Charlie played with the swarthy dagger with his right hand and strode three steps. Under the gaze of the survivors who were trembling with blood loss, and in the gaze of the robes wheezing in the ruins, Charlie walked murderously, the knife was whirling around, and his words were cold and calm:

"When the mission calls us, if we retreat, it is equivalent to giving up the safety of the Federation!"

One-step.

"If we don't protect the Union, who will protect parents, wives, children, and lovers? Who will protect those who spurn you? Those who love you, who will protect! ”

Two steps.

"So do what you do best, boys! Survive or perish, choose! ”

The three steps of the momentum were imposing, and the mecha had locked on Charlie, and when the hydraulic jack adjusted the crosshair, three red rotating Vulcan cannons were aimed at Charlie and shot angrily. Charlie's right hand suddenly clenched into a dagger, and he ran out of the cheetah style chasing the plane, and a string of yellow sand fountains behind him "poof" and followed closely. The plane, which seemed to be rampaging through the sky, shook off the barrage of anti-aircraft guns, and he ran faster than the barrel of the machine gun turned. He galloped fifty meters in three seconds, rushed straight to the back of a mecha focused on bombing and killing snipers, jumped on the ground, his tactical gloves firmly climbed the battery as hot as a mecha soldering iron, and his feet stepped on the drum on the waist of the mecha.

Then Charlie did not hesitate, pressed down the bald head between the electric flints, completely exposed the back of the neck, turned the tungsten steel dagger in hand, and stabbed into the back of the mercenary's head inlaid with titanium steel spinal needles, pierced through the greater foramen of the occipital bone, and pierced the brain stem, as unimpeded as cutting the belly of a fish. Then twisted his wrist and shattered the cerebellum and pons into tofu scum, the mercenary's whole person suddenly trembled and stiffened, instantly paralyzed, and began to experience the high paraplegic near-death feeling, but the muscles were stimulated by the disordered nerve impulses to twitch and bullet, the whole mecha began to whirl wildly, dancing and firing indiscriminately, and the two sudden spitting machine guns hit blindly, crackling and shooting the two surrounding mechas.

Charlie was shaken by the recoil of the mecha's arms, and when he couldn't climb it, four high-explosive incendiary barrages hit the mecha that Charlie was clinging to.

The corpses of the dead mercenaries and the nickel-steel mechanical exoskeleton exploded into a dazzling salute, the scorched fragments and the soaring triple cannon barrels, twisted shields, and exploding drums drew parabolas in all directions, clanging to the ground, Charlie was blasted four meters away by the shock wave of the battery explosion, and when he flew away like a broken kite, his shirt burned into a horse coat and danced wildly in the wind. Then his body shot to the ground like a cannonball, and he fell to his knees.

But he destroyed three mechs.

The third major weakness of God's spear individual exoskeleton armor: the exoskeleton mecha relies on hydraulics to complete combat actions, in order to be efficient, so the action program is well-trained and monotonous, basically only five procedural actions of raising the shield, sprinting, traversing, shooting, and raising the arm to fine-tune the crosshair. Simple, practical. As a result, the hand-to-hand combat ability is zero. Exoskeleton armor has no means of hand-to-hand combat, except for firing at the enemy with the muzzle of the gun. Apparently there is still a long way to go before it is truly perfected, and these exoskeleton armors are still far away.

The men behind the rubble who were gasping for their bloody wounds, the men struggling to crawl out and bury them under the rubble, the men cursing with guns in the craters, they all saw the silhouette of Charlie striding out of the meteor, heard his cold speech, and witnessed the almost self-destructive but effective way of fighting.

"Courageous believers will be favored. The ideal who sacrifices everything will be favored. The warriors of self-destruction will be favored. A young Caucasian man with a face full of gunpowder tears crossed his chest, and with a sad nostalgia for his family, he spit out "Amen" to end the prayer. Then, gasping for reckless rage and burning with inflated paranoia, he threw away his life-threatening assault rifle, pulled out the tungsten serrated dagger from his thigh, and struggled to his feet from the crater.

But he saw that in the ruins of broken rubble, more than a dozen familiar figures staggered up, all firm and unlovely. The wind sent sand into his teeth, accompanied by thunderous cannon fire, like an elegy of glory for the remnants of the desperate seals.

The SEALs were once invincible, and the enemy must pay an unprecedented price to destroy this legendary army!

There are bullies who bully newcomers and repeat offenders who fight in bars, but when the past dissipates, these warriors who abandon the past clutch the last dagger and turn from striding meteors to sprinting, trying to hunt the latest cutting-edge individual soldiers of the thermonuclear age with extinct cold weapons in the era of nuclear weapons when the glory of knights is dying; Use the heroic tactics of hand-to-hand combat to win the slim hope of saving the Union.

Washing away the lead of the technique, this scattered remnant finally chooses the ancient way of hand-to-hand combat, returns to the noble identity blessed by God, and chases exhausted death with the glory of a warrior; With the pride of history, the strongest individual soldier once played a heart-wrenching song at the end of the sunset!

"If that's the most effective way,"

"Even if the end leads to death,"

"I'll be on the scene without hesitation,"

"Chase the last light for the Federation."

Murmuring about the smooth flow of the SEALs, the usually grumbling SEALs are now full of pride, and the dreams of personal heroism bloom magnificently, like angels of light blooming their wings.

"For a Free Commonwealth!" The young Duke of the Great Caucasus roared out of the pleasure of revenge, shouted happily, and rushed to the back of Charlie's mecha, the dagger bit between his teeth, stepped on the drum and began to climb, he found that Charlie's observation was simply genius, because the ass of this exoskeleton mecha is really easy to climb, and the two magazines on the left and right are stepping stones made in heaven, for the seals who have a perfect score in rock climbing, they can climb the battery by dividing two by three, and then they can see a bald head full of steel nails embedded in the iron shell and twisting in a panic, You can even pray to this poor guy who is about to die, pat the funny bald head, and merry the blessing "May hell be bald", and then reach out and hold the bald man's warm jaw, fully exposing the Adam's apple like a chicken, pressing the dagger tightly, and pulling affectionately, you can see the arterial blood shoot out a meter away like pee.

Duke must enjoy the killing process, and only by tasting revenge can he distract him from the image of Charlie being blown away. This can be like injecting Demerol to liberate him from the grief and anger of his unbearable life.

Oh Charlie. How can you, a scoundrel who does all kinds of evil, die before us?