Why is the singing voice good, especially whether the last charge and swan song that burns all life is good-looking, if it is placed on the stage, it should be able to score a few points, no one cares anymore.

Because, why did the long knife fall into the air. The fastest charging forest frog did not gloriously fall to the soul under the long knife, but was very pitifully blown up by a burst of fire.

This familiar scene made He couldn't help but glance back at Si Mang. Then, He Yi's mecha fell directly to the ground in a dog-gnawing mud posture.

Never got up again. The silver filaments in the sky were overwhelmingly rushing towards the group of big drifting mechas.

The bullet marks of the energy heavy cannon are completely different from those of ordinary artillery, which can be understood as the fact that after the ordinary artillery of the old era is excited, if it is shot with a high-speed camera, it will look like a cannonball in the air, which is clearly recognizable, and the energy bomb is a comet, which cannot be seen clearly at all.

The only difference between the two is speed. A sub-light warhead is not visible to the naked eye at all, and at this moment, it can already be connected into a line?

！ What an order of magnitude is this??! Do you use the energy bomb as a laser rod and sweep it at the mecha group?

This, is this all the energy heavy artillery of the entire Heavenly Ladder beating here? The tide is over. Once relaxed, why did he faint directly without suspense.

Directly in front of him falling to the ground, rows of mecha fell neatly like leeks harvested by a scythe, leaving behind the mechanical legs of the ground, like a steel jungle.

And on the mountains on both sides, there is also a row of figures, although it looks a little shabby, even dilapidated, and because most of the civilian mecha used for modification are engineering mechas, only engineering mechas have the strength and energy reserves used to install weapons and supply energy, so they are different in height, shortness, fat and thin.

It's kind of ridiculous. However, the Great Drift military mechs said that they were not laughable at all. Because, the people who think they are ridiculous and despise them have become the ghosts of the battlefield, flying lightly to where they should go.

Because, this is the most daring force on the ladder front. The bravest, the forward battalion. All of them.

The long knife glowing blue was so dazzling in the sunlight. The two mechs that had just gone to destroy the artillery position were hanging on these two long knives at the moment.

With a "snap", two sparks appeared at the same time, and yellow-brown engine oil and blood water flowed down the hilt, smashing sixteen blood-colored rainbows on the ground.

Like, the sunset.

"Hmph, Aman. Hug. Yes. He muttered, and a large lump of saliva also overflowed along the corners of his mouth, dripping onto the console.

On the belly of the machine, the three rows of yellow-skinned mice called Pikachu are still looking at everything in the world with a cute smile.

The world is changing, the white clouds and dogs, on the battlefield, the brave, the victory. …… Battlefield mecha density, referred to as battlefield coefficient, is a military term.

The calculation is very simple, it is the combat effectiveness coefficient that all mechs can achieve per square kilometer.

Under the blow of contemporary weapons, when the mecha group charges, the density is too large and it is easy to be covered by high-energy artillery fire, and the density is too low, the firepower and support are insufficient, and it is easy to be broken by the enemy individually.

Therefore, the density of mechs on the battlefield = the number of mechas/area * firepower coefficient. This value of around 6.7 is the most appropriate.

It is low, the combat effectiveness is insufficient, and it is difficult to achieve the purpose of the battle. It is high, and the combat power is sufficient, but it is also easy to encounter the full force of the enemy.

This is common sense, and a qualified officer who has spent time in the mecha regiment of the former Blue Star Federation Army knows it.

Even, this is an iron law engraved in the bones of all former federal mecha regiment officers. 6.7, an insurmountable number.

In fact, it is very simple in practice, it is a 500-meter front area, and only one mecha needs to be placed!

Above this number, the battlefield coefficient exceeds 6.7! Because of the destruction of the Earth-Moon Station, the loss of contact between the Moon and Mars, the destruction of armed satellites and communication satellites near the Blue Star Orbit, coupled with the deliberate attack of the Great Drift Empire, the information level of mankind has directly regressed by nearly a hundred years!

The most direct manifestation of this is the lack of effective battlefield awareness on both sides of the battle. After all, it is enough to install various sensors on your own various weapon platforms, and finally send back the summary through the temporary networking channel, which is also what both sides are doing.

But the judgment of the enemy situation is not. Unlike the armored vehicles of the old era, once the armored vehicles of the old era encountered a blow from the air, except for a limited number of means, they could almost only be in a state of passive beating.

Not so with mechs! It can hit people and vehicles on the ground, bombard enemy mechs, and even fight direct strikes against anti-aircraft in the air!

Therefore, detecting the enemy situation at a distance by UAV is simply an impossible task! Absolute air supremacy, until now, the ladder and the big drift have not been obtained.

However, a tactical-level battle in the 1102nd defense zone of the third line of defense of the Tsukishi Defense Command changed that.

The first to discover that something was wrong was the staff officer of the Battlefield Information Processing Office of the Operations Department of the Sky Ladder Command, because Da Piao's battle was an offensive act to break through the defensive line, and the information link on the front line had not been completely destroyed, and the perception of this area was quite complete.

He keenly noticed that the data of this battlefield had risen unnaturally. The battlefield coefficient has reached a staggering 7.4!

And the numbers are still climbing rapidly! This kind of data is so tempting that it is almost saying to everyone: come, do a vote!

Without hesitation, the staff officer on duty will report the real-time data directly to the headquarters. The command blew up directly.

Because by the time it came to the headquarters, that number had already become 7.6! In the eyes of the operational staff, this is simply as excited as the old stockholders who often speculate in stocks to find a daily limit!

And there is the possibility of continuing to increase the limit! Battlefield data is changing rapidly, and the data center sends the situation to the front-line command almost instantaneously, and at the same time reports to the command hierarchy.

The front-line command immediately made a decision, one word: fight! One after another military orders shuttled in the air: all the forward battalions on the front line were urgently dispatched to the 1102 defense area to support quickly!

And all the energy cannon positions closest to the 1102 defense area will be assembled, carrying 3 energy bomb bases, and the logistics and transportation department will urgently transfer 10 energy bombs to the front line quickly!

The reserves of the command headquarters are all pressed, the command mecha communication compartment is dismantled, and the bombs are hung! War! One of the few strategic UAVs is fully loaded with bombs and volleys, and if the big drifting air force is found, it will be wiped out directly!

All participating troops on the front line, regardless of the front, hold on, no matter what, no matter what, not to take a step back!

A wide net is spread. A tactical-level ambush battle that was just used to plug the loopholes in the defense line was officially upgraded to a campaign-level 1102 defense zone annihilation battle at this moment.

"Don't tie the pockets of the line of defense tightly, and surround them to prevent them from jumping over the wall. With our strength, we can't eat such a mecha division now, so we can only annihilate the living force of the Great Drift. Remember. The commander said.

"Commander, Commander Li is in a hurry, asking us to leave this mecha division behind! Do whatever it takes! The communications officer shouted, time was pressing, it was too late to report level by level, and it was most convenient to rely on yelling.

"That guy Lao Li, it's not that he doesn't know our difficulties, we are now a dilapidated house leaking everywhere, how can we leave such iron lumps? How can we accomplish such a task? The bald general glared.

"Commander Li said, four Kunpeng."

"What the hell, Lao Li, this brute, you haven't finished saying anything in one go! Hehe, hey! Since he is so sincere, Lao Tzu will do a big vote! It's been a long time since I've eaten a full meal, and I don't know which kid is so good at doing things, so I have to praise him! The commander grinned.

Eight teeth neatly aligned. The second person who found the problem with the battlefield coefficient was the rotating officer of the combat support office of the Great Drift Command.

He was keenly aware of the problem, and the time was about 10 minutes later than the time of the ladder staff officer's discovery.

Both sides moved quickly, and Officer Da Piao dialed the star ring of his superiors at the first time.

"How many mech legions are acting differently?" Listening to his report, the superior officer only frowned.

"Fourth Mecha Army." The officer repeated it again.

"Oh, got it." The superior officer waved his hand, and the matter was settled.

"It's a violation! It's going to be besieged by the ladder! The officer on duty looked at him disapprovingly, and couldn't help but remind.

"Less nonsense! The new commander of the Fourth Mecha Army is the younger brother of His Majesty the Emperor, can you tell me anything you want? Besides, just rely on the ladder of the poor people who only know the desperate mud legs? If they find out, what can they do? Also, if you want to live for a long time, it's best to destroy this news, do you hear that? "The superior officer was kind and intimidating.

"You're kidding the lives of front-line soldiers!" The officer on duty is very young, the fluff on the chin is still very fine, the blonde hair, the light gold eyebrows, although not very handsome, but still very attractive.

He shouted angrily, and without saying a word, he slammed the door and walked out. The old officer looked at his back, thoughtfully touched his red stubble, and then dialed a star ring.

It was quickly connected.

"Uncle Joseph, what's the matter with me?" The sound of an urn sounded.

"There's going to be a vacancy in our department soon, little John, how about you fill it?" The old officer said with a smile.

"Oh my God! Of course! But I don't know anything but herding cattle. Aren't you guys pretty good there? After I go, if I don't do a good job, I won't be shot, right? ”

"Don't worry, it won't. On the contrary, if you do a good job, you may be shot. Old Joseph sneered.

Don't look at what the above old men are, recklessly report it, win, it's all the credit of those old men, lose, the black pot is all yours.

"So, when will I pass?" Old Joseph glanced at the battlefield coefficient value that was still rising,

"You pack up, it's been a few days. No more than a week. ”

"After I went, did I have anything I needed to pay attention to?"

"No, just be stupid. If you force them farther away, you can live longer. ”

"That's, stupid. What do you look like? The voice asked a little innocently.

"Graduated from a prestigious school, fulfilled his duties, did things in strict accordance with the rules, and tried in vain to get promoted with these. Such people are all called stupid. Forced, not long lived. Old Joseph said.

"Oh." That number has reached 8. There is no help. No matter how stupid those guys are, they won't ignore it.

I don't know why that stupid commander had to do this, but I'm afraid that kid just now won't live for more than three days.

Joseph Sr. took the flask in his hand and took a big sip. Whatever, it's him who died, not me!