When the "Legion" appeared overhead, Barney's reaction could only be described as "dazed".

And rightfully so.

Anyone who sees an iron lump flying above his head in the middle of a cold night with water and ice will of course have a momentary blank of thought because of his astonishment. Change to a timid one, if you don't make a good scene, you will be scared to pee on the spot, if you have an extremely strong nerve, maybe you will pull your wife out of the bed to watch the angel together.

It's just that they're not angels, they're not demons, they're not even people.

- Then God asked, "Are you a spirit of the dead, and a demon?"

- Foolish question, thou hast inquired, and thou hast answered here, my name Legion.

It's a slogan sprayed on the shell of the mech, a spicy ornament that tells the story of the word "legion", and a reminder that an army of the undead, feared by both death and demons, is here with dying lamentations and wails.

The glider suddenly separated from the fuselage, and before being pulled to the ground by gravity and smashed into a ball of scrap metal, the "legion" spread its long insect-like limbs, and the small rockets at the front of the mechanical feet spewed flames that lit up the night sky, and after neutralizing enough falling impact, the first fifteen reconnaissance and one squad of support support successfully landed in the town of Bonavo.

Reverse jet landing - this is a technology used to allow the "legion" to land even in urban areas or forest environments, if it is a glider landing, they have to find an open space for landing, so that the enemy only needs to deploy anti-aircraft artillery fire near the open space that can be used as a landing field, combined with the wind direction on the scene can predict the landing trajectory of the "legion", and destroy the enemy plane that they send to the muzzle by waiting for the rabbit.

The devil hidden in the details began to exert his power, and in the face of this unheard-of operation that fell from the sky, no one could react for a while.

After adjusting the focal length of the optical and infrared lenses, the airborne reconnaissance type immediately stared at the six red eyes of the integrated sensing unit at the bottom and killed the nearest humanoid life reaction in the vicinity.

As spearheads, they are tasked with launching surprise attacks where their targets are likely to be hiding, while capturing and fortifying the landing fields as much as possible to hold the bridgehead for the follow-up forces.

Therefore, the reactions of non-friendly forces around the landing field are enemies that should be eliminated.

And so the battle began, and then quickly began to tilt in a direction unfavorable to the partisans.

It's something that can't be helped.

In order not to attract attention, and at the same time to reduce the risk of being caught in a nest, the guerrillas have long been reduced to zero, and the High Command is no exception. Even so, there are as many as 150 fighters hiding around Bonavo, and they are even armed with weapons such as anti-tank guns and salvo guns, which can resist for a while even if they are attacked by special operations squads, covering the retreat of important people. With their familiarity with the environment, even if a whole paratrooper battalion is suddenly killed, it can go around for a whole day.

However, the above assumption is based on the assumption that the opponent is also a humanoid.

It is a multi-legged walking machine that can be equipped with multiple weapons, has light armor protection, and can see the night and various camouflages as if nothing is there, and can also walk like a fly on rough terrain. I didn't even think about it, let alone imagine fighting such a steel monster.

"Hell, these scrap iron scum guns are very accurate!"

A shuttle of bullets hit the corner, debris and dust flew into the air, and Barney, covered in sweat and dust, shouted to Enes in a hurry. A few days ago, the boy who had just turned fourteen years old swallowed desperately and took out grenades from his canvas bag, and the anti-tank group not far away was fiddling with anti-tank rifles.

The Recon has a clean, acute-triangular body that looks like a six-legged piranha, with two 7.92mm general-purpose machine guns or a 40mm automatic grenade launcher mounted near its back. It is one of the weakest models in terms of firepower except for the support type (the latter is completely unarmed). In order to ensure mobility, the armor is limited to the extent that it can defend against small arms and shrapnel, and in order to be able to carry out the catapult airborne mission, the reconnaissance type participating in the war has further removed part of the armor and reduced the ammunition base to reduce the weight.

By the standards of the "Legion", today's reconnaissance type can almost be said to be at the bottom of the fighter type.

Even so, the reconnaissance type, armed with two machine guns or grenade launchers, and capable of ensuring stable shooting through six legs at all times, was still the equivalent of death to the partisans.

No matter how light and thin it is, it is still enough to protect against small arms fire, depending on the distance and angle of entry, it can also prevent anti-tank rifle bullets to a certain extent, unless the shooter's luck is out of the charts, it is difficult to penetrate that thin layer of armor, and even if it is penetrated, it is difficult for one or two bullets to stop the reconnaissance type from working. Conversely, the barrage of scouts - either way, is not something that a physical human can bear.

Flesh and blood that bleed, wounded, died, and feared against mechanical undead who only knew how to kill were already doomed. Even if the partisans were twice as numerous as they are now, the result would still be one-sided without any suspense.

However, this was the problem that puzzled the partisans, as the superior Iron Monster Legion took no further action after taking the town's cemetery. Instead of taking advantage of this opportunity to expand their gains, they stayed where they were, searching back and forth for something, and building a defensive line on the spot.

"What are these tin guys thinking?"

The captain of Renel's detachment took the bulging canvas bag from the hands of several children who crawled to his side, took out a few bottles of "cocktails" from the full straw and cotton wool, patted the children's cheeks, and the well-behaved children smiled and nodded, and then turned around and crawled towards the starting point - those iron bumps would shoot at all living people in their field of vision, regardless of whether the other party was a combatant or not, regardless of the age or gender of the other party. As long as you're walking on two legs and you're just out of cover, a shuttle of bullets will beckon. At such times, the brave little traffickers were the only means by which the guerrillas could ensure communication and supplies from the front and rear.

- It's a shame to let children take such a risk.

In his heart, he spat at his powerless self and the inhuman tin guy, as well as the treacherous and vicious pointed ears. The guerrilla detachment leader returned his mind to the strange situation in front of him.

The Wehrmacht did strike a surprise blow, and if the Ironheads had maintained their momentum, the guerrillas would have been broken up long ago. In the face of these steel monsters that were not afraid of bullets and grenade fragments, some of the inexperienced partisans behaved like recruits who had seen a chariot for the first time on the battlefield, and they were almost frightened. Finally, the veterans who had experienced the war quickly slapped the new rookies or kicked them hard in the ass, stabilized the situation in time, and organized a counterattack. After that, the two sides confronted each other across the cemetery wall.

"Maybe those tin guys are interested in the dead, you see, they're starting to dig at graves. ”

"What did you say?"

Surprised, Renel took the mirror from the vice-captain Fabre who was tied to the branch, and after adjusting the angle, several scouts clumsily kicked the tombstone with their limbs, flicking the dirt back and forth.

"They...... Looks like you're looking for something......"

Rennell's tone was a little uncertain. Looking for something in a cemetery in a small country town sounds like a fantasy. The people buried here are all flat-headed people, and the most noble person is the mayor of the town. Not to mention gold and silver jewelry, even things that can be called valuable-

The bone-chilling chill turned into an electric current that spread throughout his body, and Renel swallowed with great difficulty.

There was nothing of value in the cemetery, but there were enough people in the town of Bonavo to capture or kill the Wehrmacht at any cost. If they're going for that person......

"It all makes sense, they target the 'people in the high castle'. The assault was originally launched to suppress and capture the headquarters and find the man. I don't know what went wrong, but the Pointed Ears thought that this cemetery was where the headquarters was located, so the tin monsters didn't take the next step after taking the cemetery. ”

Renel's statement stunned the partisans, including Fabre, and then they understood that this was the truth of the matter - this was a surprise attack aimed at the top leadership of the "Freikorps", and if it had not been for the wrong position, the "Freikorps" would have been beheaded by the enemy in the first round of the battle.

"Quick, Fabre, inform your superiors and let them expedite the transfer. The tin monsters will soon find out that the situation is not right, and the enemy will definitely reinforce ——!"

"Detachment leader, look!"

Before Renel could finish speaking, Barney pointed to the sky and shouted, and the guerrilla detachment leader who looked up to the sky just in time to see a triangular glider with metal insects flying overhead.

The "corps" of the second echelon has already arrived over the town of Bonavo.