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"Bang!"
[Taihang] Throwing it casually, [Fushan] fell into the ditch of the mecha, shaking the broken copper and iron next to it, and splashing mud and water.
Before Cosmo jumped out of the mecha, a skilled mechanic stepped forward to open the cockpit of [Fushan]. I took it out.
Pilot Jeppen turned pale. He honestly let the Chakna soldiers scold and fiddle with him, and faced the gun pointed at him, showing an extremely cooperative attitude. Control yourself not to have any behavior that offends the enemy. A pair of small triangular eyes showed a trace of pity and panic. Trying hard to awaken the sympathy of the victors,
At this time, he has nothing to do with the mech that unscrupulously poured firepower in front of the position, flaunting its might and flying domineeringly.
In this world, there is no one who is not afraid of death.
Anyone who pats their chests and says they are not afraid of death is just a momentary state of detachment, and it must be investigated carefully. No one dares to say that they will regard death as home for the rest of their lives.
If there is such a person, it is estimated that the fat man will only drool when he goes up. Fuck you, it looks like I'm a coward, doesn't it? !
The battle for the position is over.
The retreating Jeppen people, in the follow-up fire attack, finally failed to regroup and counterattack.
This group of soldiers in gray uniforms lost all their courage and fled into the bunker at the foot of the mountain. Even a Jeppen officer waving a pistol on the ground shot and killed several soldiers who were running in the front one after another, but failed to stop the panicked crowd.
The army is defeated like a mountain. Once you choose to escape and turn your back to the enemy, you will always feel that there is something staring at your back, and the chill is overwhelming. Under the pressure of the fear of death, I can't stop even if I want to.
Facing such a rout, the experienced Chakna fighters would naturally not let it go.
Unlike previous battles, when pursuing firepower, the only thing they need to do is aim and shoot.
It was a short but tragic massacre.
The Jeppen soldiers who were rushing down the mountain were shot and killed row by row. The gray figures that were rolling and crawling either knelt stiffly or staggered and fell. Corpses scattered all over the hillside. Among the sparse trees, what echoed were soul-hunting gunshots and heart-piercing screams.
No matter how fast a person's legs are, they will never be as fast as a bullet. Of the more than two hundred Jeppen soldiers who participated in the charge, when they turned around and fled, there were only one hundred and fifty-six soldiers, and only sixty or seventy people returned to the position in the end.
This is the twenty-third attack repelled by Chakna fighters. A miraculous battle.
?The gap between knowing that you must lose and die, but turning around to win is really exciting for this group of extremely exhausted men.
They howled at the top of their voices, and the blood vessels as thick as fingers were bouncing under their red necks, which were clearly visible. Until they passed through the traffic trench and walked into the mech trench, their faces were as red as blood. Those excited, startlingly bright eyes made them look like a herd of bulls who had just won a duel.
When seeing a group of miscellaneous soldiers again, the eyes of the soldiers were completely different. After this battle, no matter how mentally handicapped they are, they know that the gang of miscellaneous cards in front of them is not as simple as it seems on the surface.
Not to mention anything else, just looking at the sniper marksmanship of the fat major general, he can bear the word "superb perfection". That's not something that can be blown out by mouth, it's the real skill that has been worked out on the battlefield through countless times of hard training!
And that Mech Warrior. Everyone knows the goods. If you change to the guys with eyes on the top of the head of the special battalion of the armored division, they are no match for them!
The Chakna fighters who let go of their prejudices began to make up for their lack of eyesight. They are all people walking on the line of life and death, right is right, wrong is wrong, in their dictionary, there is no such word as hypocrisy.
As soon as they walked into the mech trench, a group of Chakna men blended into the crowd of bandit soldiers familiarly and without any trace, as if they were seeing relatives who had been reunited for a long time. Those who smoke, get food, get close, and flatter, everyone is extremely busy.
"Brother, let's have a cigarette." The private with his slap mark on his face sat down beside Buzz: "Just nowhehe, I was too busy to greet you, where did you come from? ?¡±
Buzz took a look at the senior soldier with thin blond hair, a big head, and many freckles on his nose and cheeks. He took the cigarette he handed over, accepted his "very busy" explanation just now, and smiled. Said: "Just now, I couldn't believe my ears. Sampson stammered and said: "First-level mecha commander, sixsixty-two moves?"
His dull eyes were all focused on Cosmo.
Cosmo slapped his butt, stepped on the muddy water at the bottom of the pit, and walked towards the fat man sitting at the far end.
Buzz has a lively personality, likes to brag, likes to play tricks, and is good at making friends and making jokes. And his temperament is much calmer. The experience of Phantom Flow before meeting Fatty was enough to make this young suzerain more mature than ordinary people. For him, it was meaningless to show off in front of this group of infantry by defeating a Jeppen fighter whose hand speed did not exceed thirty movements per second.
Only Buzz can never tire of it.
Sampson looked at Cosmo walking away stupidly, completely unbelievable that this young man in his twenties who looked like a student turned out to be a mechanic with a hand speed of 62 per second!
In this era of mechas, some people may not know what a first-level mecha commander is, but no one knows what a hand speed of sixty-two movements per second means!
In Chakna, the top-level ninth-level mecha fighter, but with a hand speed of fifty movements per second. Sixty movements per second, that is a tenth-level mech warrior! Not to mention the infantry division, even if all the mecha divisions in Chuckner were screened out, they couldn't be found! As far as Sampson knows, Chuckner's top mech fighters only have a hand speed of fifty-five moves per second at the peak!
"It's impossible!" Sampson, who had been fooled for a long time, suddenly jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
"Is it tall?" Buzz, who was more vain than the fat man, felt as if he had eaten honey, pretending to be surprised: "My hand speed is also sixty."
As he spoke, he pointed to Hargrove, Monson and the others next to him: "Have you heard of Mecha God of War? They all have. The hand speed exceeds sixty-five."
Boom, all the Chakna fighters felt a loud bang in their heads, and all thoughts disappeared.
They stared at Buzz's finger in a daze, and a group of heartless miscellaneous soldiers were scrambling around, standing without standing or sitting. Several of them, meeting their gaze, raised the cigarette cans in their hands and nodded at themselves with a smile. It's just a bunch of mobs.
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The woods outside the isolation zone around the position were burning quietly, and the flames licked and rolled the trunks, like torches, crackling and crackling from time to time. Thick black gray-blue smoke swirls in the mountain wind, and the burnt smell is mixed in the humid air of the valley, which is suffocating. The deep crater was still emitting white smoke, and in the stagnant water at the bottom of the crater, a trace of crimson blood foam could be seen flowing from the corpse on the slope.
Fatty sat on an ammunition box, staring at the just captured mech in front of him, trembling and panting. The deafening sound of guns and explosions has disappeared for several minutes, but until now, it seems to have gradually faded away from the ears.
There is no formal army combat uniform, and the uniform on his body has worn out a few big holes. His body and feet were covered with mud, and even his face and neck were not clean. The sniper rifle could no longer be held, leaning against the wall of the pit, and the tactical helmet dangled under his feet. The short, sweaty hair was tangled up in little clumps, looking like a hedgehog.
This positional battle has exhausted all the strength of Fatty. Although when fighting, he can still go all out and shoot desperately. But once it stopped, the instinctive fear began to work. His body was trembling and aching uncontrollably, as if it was about to fall apart. He stared blankly at the ground, not even bothering to roll his eyeballs.
Another attack by the enemy was repelled, and a mecha was captured, and it can be put into battle with simple repairs However, the surrounding area has been surrounded, and the mountains and plains are full of enemies. Judging from the Jiepen Tianwang, their main force has already crossed their current line of defense and began to attack the second line of defense behind them.
The position I am currently in is like being in the middle of the rolling high-speed traffic. As long as you take a step at will, or someone with malicious intentions lightly flicks the joystick of the flying car, you will be swallowed and submerged.
What an uncreative way to die The fat man rolled his eyes, trying to find an end for his life in this land full of scorched craters.
Damn, it doesn't seem comfortable to lie anywhere. If you lose an arm or a leg
No, I can't wait any longer.
Fatty picked up the maintenance arm and looked at the [Fushan] mecha in front of him.
The Jeppen people at the foot of the mountain are just a battalion. With heavy casualties from the previous attack, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not call in reinforcements. If you come to an armored company, or a few fighter planes, you have to explain it here!
The only way is to strengthen yourself! Grab their mechs first!
You forced me!
?Starting the maintenance arm, the fat man was about to attack [Fushan] when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Damn it, where did that little bastard go? It says it collects weapons, why isn't he on the ground?
(To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com)??¡¯s mecha was snatched!
You forced me!
?Starting the maintenance arm, the fat man was about to attack [Fushan] when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
Damn it, where did that little bastard go? It says it collects weapons, why isn't he on the ground?
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