On the distant Chi Star, more than a month has passed since the Federal Expeditionary Force asked for help from the Blackstone Star Zone, but they still haven't been able to wait for the Blackstone reinforcements, nor have they received reassuring news from the Capital Star Circle, but because the warships in outer space are at a disadvantage, they have lost air supremacy and lost contact with the outside world.

Now, in order to prevent Chi Xing from falling into an isolated and helpless situation, the Giant Devouring Fleet can only choose to temporarily avoid the edge first, contain the Imperial Fleet from the side, and prevent it from investing too much strength in Chi Xing.

At this point, the Federal Expeditionary Force can be said to be at the end of the road.

After the biggest hole card creature mecha in his hand was ruthlessly overturned, the Federation had no power to fight back in the face of the coalition forces gathered by the various vassal kings of the empire.

The only hope is reinforcements from Blackstone.

But as time passed, the time had passed since the reinforcements arrived, and the desperate Union Expeditionary Force began to worry, become irritable, and begin to despair of their predetermined fate.

During this period, although the front-line commanders headed by Qian Yunzhi held operational meetings every day and drew up countless operational plans for the predicament, when many seemingly good plans were implemented, all they received were reports of the loss of positions and shocking lists of the dead.

Lieutenant General Qian Yunzhi's prestige has been reduced again and again to a dangerous critical point.

In addition, in the eyes of the destruction of communication equipment by the Imperials, many of the scattered small units distributed on the northern front of Chi Xing had given up hope for the headquarters and made the same choice as the new crusaders at the beginning, and avoided the old forests in the mountains with magnetic veins.

Although this approach minimizes the number of deaths of Federation soldiers, to a certain extent, the loss of their effective containment has made the frontal battlefield that has already fallen into a quagmire even more bleak, and many isolated positions. We had to choose the crazy practice of self-detonation facilities and dying with the enemy.

For example, some time ago, they received a news that a field base near Chiming Canyon was besieged by those alienated biological mechas, in that kind of miserable situation surrounded by enemies on all sides, no rear, and no way out, in the face of the siege and torture of those cold-blooded monsters, the remaining more than 4,000 federal expeditionary forces gathered into several death squads, and introduced these irrational mutants into the mountain base, directly detonating the underground base and the power plant.

The violent explosion caused a terrifying collapse of the mountain, and more than 4,000 federal expeditionary forces were killed en masse. And what was taken away was just a biological mecha that originally belonged to the Federation, which was a killer feature

The report of such a tragic death on any other battlefield would inevitably make the blood of the remaining Federation soldiers swell with anger and a desire for revenge.

However, when such news is staged almost every few days, the boiling blood will also be watered by the cruel truth, because in this hopeless situation, even if they pay their blood and courage, it seems that they cannot change the cruel fact that they were annihilated here by the Imperials, and cannot change the fact that the Federation will be defeated in this war.

Because the Federation has already put its main forces into this battle, this is the strength that the Federation has accumulated after more than 30 years of recuperation after the Silver Cross War. If this force is completely annihilated, what will the Federation rely on to resist the pace of the Imperials' aggression?

Is it by the Blackstone people? By a bunch of traitors with no faith or loyalty?

The letter for help has been sent out for so long, but it has been lost in the sea, and there is no response.

As it stands. Blackstone's reinforcements may not be counted on, as long as they don't stab them in the back, they will be considered benevolent.

Just when it was obvious that the front line was losing step by step and falling into a gloomy cloud, the situation of the new crusaders in the Qingxi Mountains in the southern hemisphere of Chiming was also walking on thin ice.

Because the front line is losing and retreating. The Qingxi Mountains can be said to have completely fallen into the hands of the Imperials, and more troops can be divided to encircle and suppress their scattered Federation people.

In addition, the climate of Chi Xing is very different, and the midsummer is over. The weather has become colder and colder, and the days in the mountains and forests have become cold and unbearable.

The dense and even somewhat crowded primeval forest immediately turned from emerald green to crimson, the maple leaves kept drifting, and even the pine trees of Chi Ming had a fierce red.

The squirrels on the branches of the trees seemed to sense the coming of the harsh winter weather, and they kept moving the pine towers on the branches into their own tree hollows with the heat.

However, this quiet atmosphere was soon shattered by the screeching of gunfire, and the elven critters could only hide in their nests with the precious food in their arms, shivering and praying that the human war would not affect them.

In a high place covered with maple leaves, dozens of new crusaders were sniping at the Imperial companies pursuing from afar with assault rifles, they did not have a bloody shout, they did not have a low roar full of fighting spirit, they just kept their faces calm and red eyes, watching their comrades next to them fall one by one, and pulling the trigger hard before they were killed, buying time for the retreat of the rest of the troops.

The metal trigger was frozen like a soldering iron by the bitter cold of late autumn in Chi Ming, and their fingers had obvious chilblains, and even some of them had festered to the bone, but the shooting action was still extremely accurate and meticulous, and they tried their best to ensure that each of their bullets played their due value, even if they let themselves die because they cherished the bullets.

Because at the moment, bullets are even more important than human life, and once the few bullets are used up, everyone in this team will die, and if you leave some bullets, maybe one of them will live.

More than two months have passed since their strategic retreat into the Qingxi Mountain Range, and in the arduous journey of more than two months, their mecha that was originally not equipped with much has been basically paralyzed and scrapped due to malfunction and lack of logistical support, the gun chamber is also worn out, and the bullets have long been in a state of abject poverty.

In addition to these, the most difficult thing is the cold environment after late autumn in Chi Ming, two months ago, in the middle of summer, when eggs could still be baked, most of them were still wearing breathable and cool summer military uniforms, which can maximize the protection of their skin from the sunburn of the toxic sun, and keep perspiration and heat unobstructed.

But this kind of summer military uniform is placed in the late autumn at this moment, it is a kind of torture, the temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero and the cold wind through the ventilated summer military uniform piercing the bone marrow, this kind of cold seriously affects the new crusader soldiers' combat ability, sometimes the finger on the trigger for a long time, as soon as it is released, it tears off a large piece of frozen dead skin.

In the past, they would have chosen to run away after sniping like this, after all, in an isolated situation, no one could fight the Imperials.

After all, under the great disadvantage of numbers, even if a few people are killed, it will not have much impact on the battle situation.

But at this moment, this small group of new crusaders is fighting to the death, because in an abandoned battle base of the empire more than ten kilometers to their side, the main force of their new crusaders is hiding there, relying on the military assembly line that can barely maintain operation to repair and replace the badly worn weapons and equipment.

The best thing the Imperial people are at is electronic intelligence capabilities, and if they use electronic communication equipment bravely, they will inevitably be captured and the position of the main force will be exposed.

So they had to stop the unit for at least a while before the headquarters got the warning signal.

The screaming bullets kept flashing, and a new crusader struck the eye socket of an Imperial soldier, and the blood rushed out at the same time along with the brain, and he licked his already chapped lips with some joy and excitement, and counted: "The fourth!" Earned again. ”

Suddenly, there was a slight pain in his chest, and he frowned and saw that his chest had been stained red with scarlet blood.

He didn't fall immediately, but burst into a foul mouth, and with some dying instinct, he shot the last bullet in the chamber forward, and when he saw another Imperial soldier fall, he willingly fell on the slope paved with blood-red maple leaves.

Unbeknownst to the warrior, however, the Imperial army had already calculated where their main forces were hiding based on the maps of their arsenal divisions in their database and the defenses of these new crusaders.

Just a few kilometers southeast of here, several Imperial cyborg units converged and were advancing towards N-842 Combat Base in a devastating fashion.

The soldiers of the new crusaders also found the fact that their position was exposed, and directly warned the main force of the combat base to evacuate through the communicator, while gritting their teeth and shooting non-stop to block the attack, and now, it is finally not the time to skimp on bullets.

But these were still in vain, because when the main force of Ye Mengqi's combat readiness base received an early warning signal and was ready to lead the troops to withdraw, it was tragic to find that they were already embattled.

Chiming Gorge has long fallen, and the Qingxi Mountain Range, as the first lost territory recovered by the Imperials, is in a good situation on the front line, so it is natural that there is still a federal army hiding in the hinterland behind them, so a semi-mechanized division headquarters was mobilized to encircle and suppress it.

A battle against the water, a touch of imminence.

The only thing that is fortunate and sad is that because most of Chi Xingxing's later troops were the private armies of various vassal kings, in order to preserve their respective strength, they did not use human lives to forcibly charge, but used superior military strength and weapons to consume little by little.

This tragic war of attrition has lasted for three days and four nights, Ye Mengqi looked at the shrinking encirclement on the holographic tactics book, looked at Chen Feng beside him with a somewhat pale face and smiled: "Are you going to the front line again?" But depending on the situation, even if you go up, it won't help, and we're afraid we won't be able to survive tomorrow morning. ”

"Don't give up forever!" Chen Feng smiled and carried the gun and said with a smile: "At least before I die, you must live, this is the promise I made to Shi Chen." (To be continued......)