Under the dim sky, goose feathers of snow were flying.

A powerful and heavy humanoid mecha ran rapidly in the cold wasteland, suddenly jumped up from time to time, and the powerful mechanical lower limbs let it soar five or six meters into the air, and when it fell again, it was already more than ten meters away, and the moonlight in mid-air sprinkled on the red steel, flashing a little starlight.

Zhou Shan hurried with his head covered, chasing Zhang Ting's figure in front of him, a full three weeks of intensive training, the learning and memory of the mecha in the past gradually became clear under the fermentation of time, and now he has achieved a heavy weight on his body.

Among the only thirty mecha soldiers, he can be regarded as the best performance, but it is not enough, as a former captain, only when he exerts more than eighty percent of the performance of this mecha, Zhou Shan can feel worthy of this mecha.

Otherwise, whether it was the mecha on his body or the name of the deputy head of the vanguard legion, he was not qualified to have it.

However, this is just the highest requirement for a special officer left over from a strong civilization, for the same group of more than 20 soldiers who have received mecha training, the mecha operation level of the deputy regiment commander in front of them is enough to be called one of the best, and even Captain Zhang Ting admires it.

In the military, worship the strong, as long as you show your loyalty and strength, they will accept and respect you, just like the more than twenty mecha soldiers are doing now, closely following behind Zhou Shan and Zhang Ting.

"All speed forward, catch up with the large forces ahead, the commander is still waiting for us, we must arrive on time!"

Zhou Shan turned his head and urged the mecha soldiers who were left behind to rush towards the long dragon in the snow ahead.

After a long time, when everyone saw the light of the fire in the dim world ahead, the long journey finally came to an end.

The four trucks slowed down and stopped at the school yard of Camp 1123, and a thousand elite soldiers who were urgently selected silently walked into the camp and began to prepare their bags.

Zhang Ting and Zhou Shan, who were following behind, did not stop, walked in a hurry, and walked straight into the building with lights on.

"The Almighty Soldier King of the Female President"

An ordinary but ordinary pre-war meeting was to be held here under the auspices of their superiors, and although those attending the meeting sensed that something big might happen, they were surprisingly calm, as if they had been waiting for this event for a long time.

The closed door was pushed open, and after a salute, several people stood solemnly at the table.

"Sir!"

"You're here."

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the pre-war mobilization meeting of the wasteland world was held as scheduled.

Looking at the few people in charge standing in front of him, Shen Sen did not hesitate and said bluntly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the search is probably coming to an end, for a real war awaits you in the near future."

Shen Sen did not explain where the war broke out and why it broke out, but his absolute authority made it unnecessary for him to make any explanation, and at the first moment he heard the order, Zhang Ting first broke the silence: "Sir, your will is the direction we are heading, what do you need your subordinates to do, please just give orders!" ”

"Please!"

"Please order!"

Zhou Shan Luke also bowed his head together, respectfully asking for instructions.

"Good!" Shen Sen nodded with satisfaction.

"Here I can tell you exactly that this is a real war, and this time it will be a regular army with guns, grenades, rockets, and maybe even flying equipment, and there is no doubt that they will be the most formidable enemy we have encountered so far."

Although in Shen Sen's perfect plan, this is just a lightning blitzkrieg, and the main purpose is to secretly seize control of Johannes, not to try to go head-to-head with the South Union and turn each other upside down.

But until the last moment, no one knows what will happen, it may be that it is steadily advancing according to his plan, or there may be some changes, such as other forces pumping their brains and mixing a corner.

Since he was preparing for a battle, he had to make the most comprehensive preparations, and Shen Sen did not pin all his hopes on the armed forces of the Blue Star Truth Society, whose combat effectiveness was worrying.

Compared to firepower and combat effectiveness, there is no doubt that the regular army trained every day and supported by high-tech mechs on this side of the wasteland is superior.

Shen Sen's words fell, and after Zhang Ting and Zhou Shan glanced at each other, they showed a slightly excited and excited expression, for a soldier, there is nothing more than a real war to reflect the value of their own existence.

"We have nothing to fear!"

They crave war, but also victory!

At this moment, Shen Sen felt the belief of the two, he smiled lightly, and began to assign tasks to everyone resolutely.

Time is passing, and although it is the same night, in another world, Blue Star has finally stepped into the evening of the day.

The arrival of darkness fueled the chaos that grew, and instead of retreating, the repression led to a mysterious force that led more and more people to take to the streets to protest, with the same slogan, the same demand, and stronger cohesion than before.

Where the clashes continued, the crowd continued to pour towards the location of the Johannes official building, until the brightly lit streets, with dozens of explosion-proof vehicles appearing, the crowd was once again thrown into chaos, shouting, screaming, gunshots, and car sirens.

However, all this did not affect Silbro, which was a few blocks away.

From the moment night falls, the entire West Street becomes extremely busy.

Of course, the hustle and bustle of the metropolis is different from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis at night, with no lights and wine, only bustling crowds and the pungent smell of metal and gunpowder.

As far as the eye can see, the West Street is almost full of people, all of them are lined up in a neat line, with solemn expressions and solemn expressions, divided into several columns and quietly waiting for something, and the rough estimate is that there are more than 20,000 people.

The air seemed to be filled with non-existent gunsmoke, and at the iron gate were more than a dozen second-hand trucks that had been modified and mounted heavy decks. Messy firearms were piled on top of it, and there were special responsible people who distributed them to the black soldiers who were waiting for them.

However, firearms are limited, and in addition to firearms, people can also receive all kinds of iron knives, guns, clubs.

As the night wore on, the noise from the chaos outside West Street became more and more intense, and the screams gradually increased.

At this moment, in the face of this scene, Sheriff Barney, who is one of the members of West Street, also began to feel a little nervous in such an atmosphere. He looked around at the Truth soldiers who had been training for three weeks, and all of them were like him, swallowing involuntarily as a way to ease the panic in his heart.

It wasn't until 20,000 people waited for a long time, and after the gate of the holy land, which was tightly closed like a holy place in their hearts, was pushed open, everyone's eyes changed again.

Excited, fanatical, religious, and serious and resolute soldiers at the same time focused their eyes on the world of the gates.

A man with a will as strong as steel stood at the front, facing everyone's gaze, stepping out and pushing the iron door open.

It was a familiar truth to Gunther, but when the iron door was pushed open, Gunther moved away and stood sideways behind him.

Short hair, hair that stood on end like steel pins, a black leather coat, and long military boots concealed a combat uniform with an inky edge of blood.

Everyone saw him, but no one could look him in the eye, for it was like a burning cold sun.

Majestic, sublime, supreme!

"This..."

"He is..."

"Leader, he is the leader, the only supreme leader of the Truth Society!"

"Leader, leader, is our leader..."

The crowd exclaimed, their eyes unblinking, and they looked feverishly at the mountain-like man in front of them, affirming their answer.

Gunther, the first chief of the Truth Society, looked reverently at the supreme man standing motionless in front of tens of thousands of people, with unconcealable excitement in his eyes.

"Leader, hundreds of thousands of people of the Society of Truth are ready to go to the fire for the truth at any time, and they are all waiting for your will."

Carefully selected from more than 200,000 people, all of them were strong young and middle-aged soldiers lined up in a neat queue, slowly raising their heads under Shen Sen's gaze, and offering him the most ardent and reverent looks.

"I feel it."

Shen Sen stood on the steps, looking at the huge team in front of him, and for the first time had a clear understanding of the concept of 20,000 people.

After more than twenty days of hellish training, he finally had a large and disciplined army. Although it cannot be called elite, in the nineties of the Philippines, if it is fully equipped, this is definitely a large ground armed force.

Against Johannes, the local city defense forces, although they were inferior in equipment, were more than enough to compensate for some of the disadvantages.

What's more, these 20,000 people are just a bright-faced army to show other forces, and the real power in his hands has not yet been revealed.

"Everyone, for the sake of the truth, march towards the decaying official building!"

"Yes!"

"All for the Great Leader!"

The response was like a tsunami, and when everything was ready, 20,000 soldiers marched in all directions of Johannes.

From here, they will travel to key areas of Johannes, controlling office buildings, airports, traffic exits, and television and radio.

The mogai's truck started with a screeching sound, and the surging troops rushed forward like a monstrous wave.

After the large procession disappeared from West Street, West Street seemed to be quiet again, but only for a moment.

I don't know when, a passage that seemed extremely deep and secluded in the night emerged from the shadows shrouded in darkness behind Shen Sen, and after a while, steel mechas, which had never been seen in this world, and thousands of elite soldiers who were fully armed and armed with electromagnetic rifles walked out of it one after another.

"Sir, we're done."

A crimson mecha walked up to Shen Sen's side and reported with great respect.

"Acting according to plan, we have only two targets, the 9th arrondissement and the rulers of the city!"

The majestic and sacred voice reached the ears of everyone in the Wasteland Vanguard Legion, and Shen Sen stretched out his hand and pressed down heavily into the distance.

"Vanguard Legion, in the name of your leader, let me see your loyalty!"