As soon as the huge mobile base rushed out of the smoke, it slammed into it, and the weapon tower, which was aimed at the fortress and had a range, opened fire almost simultaneously, and the recoil caused the entire mobile fortress to stop, and as Chu Jungui increased the power to the maximum, the fortress slowly moved forward.

Before the soldiers in the turret could see what was coming out of the fog, the turret was drowned in waves of fire and smoke from the explosion.

The first bullets fell on the base wall almost simultaneously, completely covering the entire section of the wall, and the head of the wall was completely submerged in a sea of fire. Although the distance is far away and there are errors in the test subjects, plus or minus a few meters is barely acceptable.

In the command building of the fortress, the commander was also confused by the sudden blow, and forgot to give the order to counterattack for a while. In fact, even if he wanted to fight back, he couldn't find a target at the moment, so he could only wait for the fire and smoke at the head of the city wall to disperse a little before he could observe the enemy's situation.

And just like that, he waited a whole minute.

In just one minute, the subject's mobile base squirmed forward 500 meters. Although the forward base is still a few kilometers away, the increase in accuracy is very noticeable. As the mobile base frustrated again, the top of the Pirate Banner Fortress was once again overwhelmed by the explosion.

"Do you see anything, where is the target?" the commander roared.

"No, it's almost there. The adjutant next to him turned pale with nervousness.

"Put a drone, launch a reconnaissance missile!" the commander was furious.

The lieutenant immediately rushed to the console on the side. In just two or three minutes, he released all four large reconnaissance drones and launched two reconnaissance missiles at the same time.

"What's the use of firing now?" the commander finally caught a glimpse of the attacker's true face in the gap between the artillery fire.

At a glance, you can only see that it seems to be a large but ugly metal monster, with a trapezoidal layout that retreats in layers, and it is covered with all kinds of turrets, as if the multi-turret god has been possessed and resurrected. It's a miracle that such a hill-like guy is still rolling forward, and it doesn't fall apart.

The commander immediately locks on to the target and presses the rapid-fire destruction mode.

All turrets on the outer walls of the forward fortress received the command, and the top of the turret was raised, revealing a dark embrato, which automatically pointed in the direction of the moving base.

With such a big target, there is no reason why you can't hit it. And the commander is confident that no matter how big the guy is, he will not be able to withstand the destruction of a whole six rapid-fire guns with a rate of fire of more than 200 in this direction. It only takes a minute, no, 30 seconds for the fire of the fortress to tear this ugly behemoth apart.

However, the quickest-reacting rapid-fire cannon had just locked onto the target, and several red-hot warheads were thrown into the newly exposed firing holes of the turret one after another!

After a muffled explosion, all six turrets on the screen in front of the commander were marked red as disconnected. In fact, there is no need to observe, from the window, you can see that the tops of the six turrets are all blooming, and the top armor of two turrets even flies hundreds of meters away. In a sturdy, confined space, the power of the explosion was magnified to the point of incredible.

On the side screen, the moment is replayed.

It was a working surveillance point that captured the impact, and although the footage was blurry, a series of small black dots could be seen flying into the gun turret's firing port with unerring accuracy.

"Enemy shells hit the firing ports of our turrets?" the commander was incredulous.

The pirate flags are protected by armor on the outside, and are only raised when fired, revealing the front embarrasse, through which the turret fires. The emitter is nothing more than an opening half a meter square, and it can be hit like this, not a shot, but a string?

The officer next to him almost didn't believe his eyes, and said, "The ballistic parabola is so obvious, right?"

"Parabola!"

The commander was instantly alerted and immediately mobilized the turrets in other areas to send the location information of the mobile base. All but two turrets with blocked firing paths began to spin.

However, at this moment, another rain of bullets fell, and this time the strings of small black dots did not directly stuff into the embrato, but almost connected in a line, and all smashed into the top cover of the turret. The continuous explosions instantly flooded all the turrets, even the two turrets that did not move.

The explosion did not blow up the upper armor of the turret, but the detonation point was so concentrated that it put a great deal of stress on the turret's automatic lifting system. On the commander's screen, most of the turrets had mechanical failures, displaying the words "unable to take off and land", and more than half of the turrets could not even rotate.

Malfunctioning turret launchers are automatically locked to avoid the risk of bore explosions.

Before the commander could take any chances, another string of shells fell, and this time all the turrets were lit up warning lights of mechanical failure.

The commander's desperation had just crept in, and a third rain of bullets struck, once again washing each turret with precision.

The commander closed his eyes in pain, and with the naked eye, he could tell that the closest turret had been blown up and distorted, and the interior must be a mess, and it would not be used at all.

He calmed down, slowly opened his eyes, grabbed the pistol on the table, and was about to make a final fight, when a loud voice suddenly sounded above the fortress: "Jack, are you still in the command position?"

The Commander was taken aback, the voice was all too familiar to him.

The voice rang out again, "I'm Colonel Croma, Jack's best friend, and your former lieutenant commander. Fighters, that's right, I'm out there at the mobile base, and I'm now working for the agent, Mr. Chu. There are nearly 1,500 colleagues with me, and many of them you should know. I suppose General Leitner is telling you that they're already on the death list, right?"

Croma paused, and her voice raised a lot: "No! We didn't die, we were just abandoned! At the height of the battle, Lightner grabbed the VIP who was scheduled to be saved, yes, it was the little princess of the Winton family, and then retreated, leaving us where we were to die! At that time, there was an overwhelming tide of beasts all around!"

All the fighters subconsciously shuddered. They weren't terrified of death, but no one wanted to be eaten alive by a war beast.

Throwing a wounded warrior in a herd of war beasts is an act that fills people with anger as soon as they hear about it.

Croma continued: "We didn't have any injuries, most of them were only minor. It's just that our vehicles or mechs are damaged and lose the ability to move. However, Leitner didn't even think to take us away, he didn't try at all!"

Jack listened attentively, but immediately realized that something was wrong.

At this time, Croma said, "Jack, stop struggling, it's useless. You know you can't deal with any beast tide without the defensive turret. ”