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[Antenna] activates electromagnetic interference, and the attack area covers a radius of 5 kilometers. Within half an hour, if it is not directly destroyed, [Antenna] is the absolute master here, and no signal can escape its cage. Even if the Imperial Army had more powerful electronic countermeasure weapons, it would take half an hour at the earliest if they wanted to struggle out of a disadvantage and fight back.
One [Rage] and six warrior pioneers stayed to protect the [antenna]. Other individual mechas had already entered the assault line. Once the electromagnetic interference was activated, like galloping ten thousand horses, the mechas launched a collective raid.
The charge of armored combat units on the battlefield has a very terrifying momentum. The charge of dozens of individual mechas can be said to be earth-shattering. The voice was clear and recognizable. Five hundred meters away, the charging Federation mechs fired the first batch of missiles. Fatty sighed every time he saw the salvo of missiles. It was too much like the scene of sex under a microscope in a science and education film, especially the sperm. The part where the missiles attack the egg castle is so beautiful. He has always wondered how those science and education films were made, and finally realized that they were simulations made by computers using real images. It was too deceiving, Fatty was very sorry.
The missile accurately hit the gate and the fence. With the sound of the explosion, the gate and the temporary fence made of steel were lifted high, and the dust flew up. The entire fence was blasted with a gap of nearly 100 meters. In the mecha parking area, imperial soldiers in shorts were desperately climbing onto the mecha.
How could the fat man activate their mechs? He was the first to pounce on it, the tattered mecha rushed forward in a strange posture, like a rabid baboon.
Places within sight are quickly destroyed, and such raids usually do not encounter too much resistance, after all, the power of energy cannons and missiles is enough to make the opponent lie down again when they just wake up.
The two rows of barracks were quickly cleared, and none of the mechas in the parking area could be boarded alive. Fatty has always had a rule in fighting. If he can't give the opponent a chance, he won't give it, and he won't give it if he asks for it. But timid, he always just thought about it in his heart. Before joining the army, this guy had never fought a single time. Even though he gritted his teeth in his heart every time he had a conflict with someone, he tried his best to fiddle with himself, but in the end he let out his breath and calmed down.
I'm a fucking pacifist by nature, so merciful. I can't bear to see people bleed. Otherwise, I'm sure this that the scene is extremely bloody, violent and cruel The fat man swears at his friends.
This time it's not a fight, but a life-and-death fight on the real battlefield. Maybe it's because I've killed someone on the way to escape. After passing this level in my heart, maybe it's because in war, human psychology has different degrees of variation. Anyway, Fatty doesn't regard the enemy in front of him as a real person at all. When the logical machine guns are swept on these imperial soldiers who only wear underpants, turning them into a mass of splashed flesh and blood, Fatty doesn't feel disgusted or scared at all. On the contrary, the excitement picked up, and one person drove the tattered mecha and started to advance into the base.
The artillery fire began to extend, missiles and artillery spread into the base, some imperial mechs that were far away finally came out, some were patrolling nearby, and some survived the extended artillery fire of the federal mechs. The firepower of the federal army began to be suppressed. When all the federal mechs had just cut into the gate of the base in an orderly manner and made two arrows to attack in depth, Fatty had already collided with the oncoming imperial mechs alone.
Twenty to one. The fat man quickly judged the situation.
A missile flew over and just hit Logic's chest, and the tattered mecha immediately fell to the ground. The huge explosion blew a big hole in Logic's entire chest, and the damaged circuit inside was exposed to the air, sparks flickered, and black smoke rose all over his body.
The soldiers of the Empire thought it was too strange. What is this rotten thing? It dares to be the first to die in one shot. When did the Federation become so poor?
However, the sneak attacking federal army has already entered the base, and the guard company in charge of defending the gate cannot resist under such dense artillery fire. Therefore, the imperial mechas that had no time to think about it jumped over the destroyed federal mecha one after another. Running forward, a mecha unconcernedly hit the rags on the ground with an energy cannon, but there was no response and almost scrapped an imperial mech that stepped on the rags and rushed towards the gate.
This scene shocked the soldiers of the special reconnaissance company.
"No way? Why did the company deputy who came in the afternoon die in battle?"
"Fatty, fatty!"
"He is so cunning, why does he go crazy when he fights?"
"The mecha must be scrapped, I don't know if the man is still alive."
"With such a big hole in his chest, he must be dead."
"Assault with all of them, and take back the mecha of the company deputy."
"Revenge, revenge!"
The regional communication channel of the special reconnaissance company was in a mess. No one expected that the fat man who had just met was beaten to death so quickly by the enemy. Did this fat man eat potion? Just rush in alone.
Just when they thought that Tian Xingjian had died, behind the more than 20 imperial mechs, the unsightly dilapidated Warcraft 3 actually climbed up again.
The soldiers of the reconnaissance company burst into tears. This is a scene of a hero. I saw that tattered beast looked like a soldier who had just risen from hell. Two missiles hit the Imperial mecha running past him at close range. Then, the Warcraft's mechanical arm grabbed another Imperial individual mecha, and smashed the cockpit with a punch.
What a tragic scene this is. Behind the re-standing Warcraft 3, there are at least forty or fifty imperial mechs swarming.
Forty to one?
A few energy shells hit the tattered Warcraft 3.
The mecha fell tragically in the flames again.
"Fatty!"
"Hit!! Hit me hard!"
"Come on! Avenge the deputy company!"
The angry federal soldiers started their charge, the two [Rage] in charge of fire support roared angrily, and the six energy barrels fired hundreds of shells, like a ribbon flying in the dark night, passing by Annihilation everywhere. The two missile launchers fired high-explosive missiles almost without stopping, and the huge explosion sounded straight into the sky.
The arrows of two individual mechas quickly intersected, separating dozens of imperial mechas that arrived. Without communication command, radar and weapon locking systems also failed. How could the imperial mechas that rely on manual operations be these An opponent of well-trained and active federal special scouts?
The tattered Warcraft mech stood up again
Several soldiers from the company cried
"Isn't this courting death?" They thought: "The company deputy is too brave! Too fearless!"
Among the swarming imperial mechs, the monsters fell
The soldiers of the special reconnaissance company began to feel weird
Warcraft stood up again
Warcraft has fallen
Warcraft again
Time and time again The imperial mechas rushing forward under the fierce artillery fire were attacked one by one by the tattered mechas among them.
The fat man who has tasted the sweetness never tires of it, and his tattered mech armor performance skills have gradually become proficient in battle.
"Fatty! What the fuck are you doing?!"
Rashid howled from the channel.
The tears on the faces of all the Union soldiers dried up They felt as if they had been tricked by that wretched fat man.
"Despicable!"
Unanimous cursing came from the channel. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com