"Boss, why didn't the special major distance himself from the opponent and shoot that mecha?" A platoon commander looked at the two mechs that began to fight not far away, and asked their lieutenant company commander curiously.

The lieutenant slammed the ground and said, "The major chose to fight with that bear to cover us, damn it, we need to get out of here quickly, we can't make any more trouble for the major." ”

"Huh?" The platoon commander was so confused that he didn't understand the connection between the mechs and the infantry who covered them.

"Idiot, if the Major distances himself from his opponent, we at his side will make the Imperial Pilots find out, once the mobile phone armor rushes into us, not only will we face annihilation, but the Major will not dare to shoot because of our existence. In that case, it would be better to deliberately expose the flaw, to attract the attention of the pilot, to think that there is an opportunity, and ignore us, to buy us time to retreat. Damn, move quickly, give Lao Tzu a step back, and leave enough maneuver for the Major. The lieutenant slapped a soldier who was watching the mecha battle with great interest, and beckoned everyone to get into the car and retreat.

"Whew, it's good that the lieutenant wasn't stupid, he didn't come up to help." Out of the corner of the night's eye, he saw the soldiers retreating, and he couldn't help but praise the lieutenant's cleverness.

The thinnest armor of the Land King is twice as thick as that of the bear, and some of the most important parts of the armor are three times as thick as the bear. So far, the bear-like attack has not penetrated the armor of the Land King, and with the constant movement of the Night, the Land King has not actually suffered any substantial damage at all.

"Damn, when did the Federation create such a turtle?" The Imperial Pilot said fiercely. He didn't expect that the Federation, which had always focused on the flexibility of mechs and used less and thinner armor, would make such a guy with heavy defense. But what he didn't expect was even more. This mech is made in the Empire. Federally seized.

This elite pilot of the empire has realized that the mecha armor in front of him is not something that the 160mm cannon in his hand can penetrate in a short time, so he can only find the weak point of this chariot without carrying any heavy weapons, use the only weapon to give a fatal blow.

"The only drawback is the head monitor, chance, one hit to determine the winner." The pilot, who had found a weak point in the Land King's defense, immediately manipulated his mecha and, with the help of the back engine, rushed towards the Land King. The reason why at this time, the two machine guns in the night hand were dumb fired.

"Are you sure, the luck in front is ridiculously good, and you don't need to drop the chain at this time." Night raised his eyes depressedly and looked at the two machine guns in his mecha hand that were stuck at the same time and complained, the bear in front of him had already made him fight except near the location of the control room, and his whole body was full of holes, but he was still alive like Xiaoqiang, and it seemed that the god of luck no longer favored Ye.

"God is on my side." The Imperial pilot who approached laughed, he saw the reason for the dumb fire of the machine gun in the hand of the Land King, and this 1 in 1000 chance appeared on the opponent. It can only be said that God abandoned his opponent and stood by his side.

Bear's deft staggered night attempt to aim his sniper cannon. The mech's right shoulder slid through the barrel, and the cannon in his hand slammed straight into the Lord of Land's monitor.

"It's not as easy as ever." Ye angrily threw away the two machine guns that had dropped their chains at the critical moment, and popped out the fighting mechanical arm and hit the bear's arm, and in the beam, the spikes pierced the bear's machine cannon's magazine and flew away, and the arm also tilted the bear's body.

"Some battles can be solved with just one bullet." The enraged Imperial Pilot roared and raised his cannon again, with only one bullet in the chamber, and stabbed it at the Land King's monitor.

Boom, at the same time as the Imperial Pilot inserted his machine gun into the Land King's monitor, the Land King's 480mm cannon on the bear's shoulder suddenly fired. The loud plosive sound startled the Imperial pilot, and the recoil from the shot pushed the King of Land, who was not using the auxiliary stabilization arm, into the air.

The purpose of Night's shooting this time was to make his land king form a halfway side, so that due to the backward movement of the mecha part, the excessively long barrel could be retracted a little.

"Isn't that enough? It's really back. Seeing that a small part of the barrel was still resting on the bear's shoulder, Ye couldn't help muttering.

The king of land's mechanical arm bounced up and stabbed again at the bear, who was a little unbalanced because he didn't stab the night. The Imperial Pilot was worthy of being an elite, and he actually forcibly stopped the bear-like forward body and dodged the night's attack, but it still made the night-controlled mechanical arm take a step back with his backhand, and the bear-like front armor also left a terrifying trace.

"You guy." The Imperial Commando Captain was so angry that he had let this long-range sniper mecha be wounded at close range, and this shame made him raise the gun in his hand again.

"Some battles can be solved with just one bullet." The sound of night taunts rang out in the public channel. The massive barrel of his Land King had slipped off the bear's shoulder with the Imperial pilot's step back, and the jet-black muzzle was pressed against the bear's frontal armor as the night fine-tuned.

The power of a weapon of this caliber at zero range was unquestionable, and the armor-piercing shells blasted the bear in two, slamming it to the ground, and then burying it with the dust that the King of Land had raised as he walked on the ground.

Pity this bear commando team attacking the night, all the mechs have let the king's super-caliber cannon dismember, and they are all lying in the scorching desert with their heads in different places.

"Whew, it's good that the sniper didn't drop the chain at this time, otherwise it would be dangerous." Night sighed heavily in the center of the control room, "Next, it's the troops that are fighting with Garth. ”

The huge silver mecha turned around and looked up at the mechs fighting fiercely on the sand dunes in front of them. The Blood Hell Commando is worthy of being an all-ace commando, and with a three-on-five disadvantage, it still destroys a Bear. Of the remaining four Bears, two were entangled by Joe and Smith, allowing their heavy fire to be suppressed behind a small dune, and two Bears, armed only with beam swords, were entangled with Garth. Armed with twin swords, the assault soldiers were not at a disadvantage in the face of two bear-like flanking attacks. There are offensive and defensive fights that are particularly fierce.

Night looked at the situation on the field. Immediately chose his target, the two bears hiding behind the dunes. The two bears were confronting Joe, unaware that Night was already firmly in the ring of one of them. Night didn't directly aim at the bear-type mecha monitor that only showed a little bit, the reason why that position was not as lethal as the human head, hitting the head monitor would at best only allow the pilot to use a secondary monitor that was not very good at sight, and compared to Night's one-hit kill requirements, it was too much worse. So Night aimed directly at the location slightly below the sand between the bear's monitor that was exposed to the dunes and the arm used to control the machine-gun return, which was supposed to be the location near the bear's control room. It seems that the night is ready to play through the wall shooting. In the face of 480mm armor-piercing shells, the small sand dunes in front of the bear type did not play a role in protecting the mecha from damage at all.

"The dunes won't let you survive." Night grabbed the moment when the bear raised his gun to shoot, and pulled his trigger fiercely, at this time, the sand in front of the bear type, who got up slightly, was the thinnest and the easiest to penetrate the wall.

The 480mm armor-piercing projectile lived up to the night's hopes, drilling a large hole in the sand dunes where the bear relied on it as a cover, and then the shell, which could penetrate three shields, kissed the bear's frontal armor fiercely, knocking the bear backwards and slamming it to the ground, almost penetrating the bear's wound. It shows that this bear pose has been counted in the night's military exploits.

Night's blow through the wall frightened the other bear, and immediately retracted the monitor sticking out of the dune, and quickly shifted his position behind the dune. Now the heart of this imperial pilot has sunk to the bottom. Night's shots indicate that the three pilots who had gone to besiege the King of the Land had lost their combat effectiveness or had been killed. And now that the terrifying chariot was attacking him again, seeing the scene of his teammates in front of him letting him fly behind the dunes, the pilot couldn't help but look at the sand dunes behind him, lest an armor-piercing bullet suddenly fly out of there and beat himself into pulp.

While the Imperial Pilot was in a panic, Joe, who was shooting happily on the other side, was a little depressed, and connected to the contact of the night: "Chief, you have worked hard, and the rest of the bears will not be expensive for you, lest those ugly guys dirty your hands." We, the Bloodhell Commandos, are here to help you clean up these unscrupulous creatures. ”

Joe could only tactfully express his dissatisfaction to the night, no way, who made the night a whole level older than their captain? And on the battlefield, you don't have a target to destroy for others to destroy, which can only be blamed on your own lack of skill.

"Well, be careful, then." Ye nodded and instructed Qiao. Then the King of Land raised his barrel again, inserted his auxiliary stabilizer arm into the sand, and went into grenade mode, and there were still two turrets in the 177 outpost.

"Thank you very much, Chief." I didn't expect that there were some talkative Joe in the night and thanked the night excitedly, and at the same time, this assault rushed towards the bear-like hidden sand dunes under the cover of the Smith mech's shooting, since there is only one, let's deal with it at close range.

The Imperial pilot, who had just shown his head to observe the situation, depressedly let Smith's shot suppress back into the dunes, and the yellow sand that made the 160mm bullets fly all over the sky prevented him from seeing Joe approaching him.

When the pilot peered in again during the pause in Smith's shooting, a large shadow obscured him from the oncoming sunlight, and a beam sword that shone brighter than sunlight pierced his control room.

"Yay." Joe cheered, drew his beam sword, and with Smith, went to support their captain, Gals, who was fighting two mechs.

At the same time, the night's massive artillery once again fired a shelling sound that terrified the Imperial commanders, and a sharp whistling once again hung over the 177 outpost.

"Rice bucket, it's really a rice bucket, eight against four, you haven't killed that grenade car yet, what use do I want you to have, you're all *** vegetarian, damn it." Originally, the Imperial Commander, who heard that the bombardment had stopped, thought that the attacking mecha commando had already destroyed the annoying large-caliber grenade vehicle, but now the renewed whistling sound told the commander a situation that he did not want to think of, the mecha unit of the sortie did not complete the mission, but let the federal forces entangle, and there was a possibility of total annihilation. This made the commander who knew that the Federation only had three mechas quite dissatisfied, and couldn't help but scold the adjutant in charge of mecha scheduling.

The adjutant, who made the commander's spit on his face, defended himself aggrievedly: "Boss, I ordered them to divide a commando team to attack that grenade car." But we didn't expect that the upper body of the grenade was a mecha, and we didn't expect that the pilots of this tank would be able to deal with the attack of three bears and destroy them. Chief, judging from the previous high-precision artillery bombardment and the current performance of killing three bears, the level of the pilot of this tank is not weaker than that of the ace pilot of the Blood Hell Commando, and it may be a more powerful ace than the red baron. ”

The adjutant's words made the commander stunned, recalling a picture recorded by the anti-aircraft surveillance camera sent by the intelligence department the day before yesterday, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "It can't be the Grim Reaper, my God, is that chariot silver, and there is no other special livery with messy decorations?" ”

The adjutant did not hear the first sentence of his own whisper, but heard the second sentence of inquiry clearly, and immediately replied, "Yes, sir." ”

The commander who heard the adjutant's affirmative reply couldn't help but be shocked, and said with a wry smile: "I'm afraid that the mecha troops that attacked this time are more than lucky." Alas, we didn't expect the Federation's first trump card to appear with us. ”

"Huh?" The adjutant on the side exclaimed in surprise, "Didn't the Grim Reaper's murmur go to Fortress Thor after the Battle of Emma?" Why are you here? ”

"I guess I was involved in chasing down the rebel Eighth Fleet and then parachuted into Terard." After summarizing a series of intelligence, the commander said, "I just didn't expect him to change to a mecha." ”

"Could it not be that person, and maybe other Federation aces use silver livery?" The adjutant asked with a hint of luck.

The Commander shook his head and said, "The only thing the Federation uses is the Grim Reaper's Murmur in a special silver livery. ”

"Then our mech unit—" The adjutant was too frightened to continue, the reason why he thought of a worst-case scenario, which was total annihilation.

On the sand dunes, the last two bears of the Imperial 177 outpost fell to the ground under the siege of the Bloodhell Commandos, and they had no chance to escape at all. A bear allows Garth's dual-sword fast attack to cut off the sword-wielding arm, and then sends the assault soldier with the Iron Cross, a symbol of iron and blood, through the control room. The other Bear had Joe hold the beam sword first, and then let Smith on the side shoot into a honeycomb.

"That's it." Garth breathed a sigh of relief, it was not easy to play hand-to-hand combat with two Imperial Commandos at the same time. (To be continued......)