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On the road 600 kilometers west of Heidfield, the capital of Feiyan, a convoy is speeding westward under the protection of mechs.
After crossing a flying road nearly 200 meters wide, the leading off-road vehicle turned suddenly and drove into a branch road leading to the farm on the endless plain.
The huge convoy obviously couldn't turn right at the same time and squeeze into the suddenly narrowed intersection. Some military vehicles simply roared and rushed down the shoulder of the road, speeding across the wilderness full of sandy gravel and tufts of weeds.
Seen from the air, the rolling traffic rushing down the road looks like a herd of takins running wild, spreading after crossing the river. The military vehicles and mechs with rough appearance rolled up dust and sand in the sky while speeding. The spinning and beating wheels and the swinging mechanical legs form a dynamic and static contrast with the solid and vast land.
Several armed helicopters passed by the sky. At both ends of the short wings, two cylindrical ion engines spew out streams of blue light. At a higher place, a small transport ship gradually descending under the escort of fighter jets has passed through the clouds.
When the fast-moving convoy rushed into the outer gate of the "farm" surrounded by five consecutive metal isolation nets, the huge and cold black steel hull of the transport ship had already slid past less than a hundred meters above the convoy's head. The shock-absorbing landing gear under the belly of the ship has been opened, rows of indicator lights are flashing, and the roar of the huge anti-gravity engine is deafening.
The convoy galloped after the transport ship, which was almost at hand, and the guard post next to the outer fence and the gate of the fence was instantly left behind.
"Oh, my God!" the second lieutenant driving the lead off-road vehicle exclaimed in disbelief.
On the co-pilot's seat beside him, Colonel Barak of Feiyan's army stared at the front with dull eyes.
Endless flames converged into a sea of ??flames one kilometer ahead, some vehicles stopped far away, and hundreds of soldiers and ambulance personnel were chaotically running back and forth amidst piercing sirens. Buildings collapsed behind them, and huge fireballs rose behind them.
Before the off-road vehicle had time to stop at the third gate, Barak, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, jumped out of the door.
"The medical team joins the rescue, and the others gather! Hurry up!" Barak roared. The soldiers under his command jumped out of the transport vehicle, and the medical mechs quickly deployed near the base. The medical soldiers carrying stretchers ran while holding down their military caps blown by the strong wind, and the individual mechas quickly lined up.
When he walked towards the crowd commanded by the scene, Barak's face was already pale. As the nearest garrison to "Naji's Farm", he led the troops here within 20 minutes of receiving an emergency call from the Ministry of National Defense. However, he never dreamed that this secret base called a farm would turn out like this now.
What exactly happened? !
Facing the raging fire, as soon as Barak walked outside the crowd of the temporary headquarters composed of several senior military and government officials, he heard a loud noise coming from his left side. It was a transport ship that was forced to land. Even with the buffer of the shock-absorbing landing gear, there were still several holes smashed by the heavy spaceship on the unhardened ground.
"Mr. Wellington, Barak, head of the First Regiment of the 232nd Armored Division of the Feyon Army, is reporting to you." Barak saluted a gray-haired official.
"Nice to meet you, Colonel." Defense Minister Wellington had multiple injuries on his body. Even after receiving bandages and a temporary change of clothes, his burned hair still made him look a little embarrassed. "Your people come yet?"
"I brought a battalion here! They are all over there." Barak looked at the injured Wellington in surprise, and then turned his head quickly, "Do you need my soldiers to enter the fire and join the rescue?"
"Your task is to maintain the security of the base, and the rest will be done by the National Security Rapid Response Force." Wellington waved his hand and turned his attention to a group of soldiers in black uniforms who were running down from the small transport ship.
"Yes!" Barak felt uncomfortable for a while, saluted and prepared to leave.
He didn't know what happened to the base, but he didn't like the cold and expressionless members of the National Security Rapid Response Force. He looked at the time and raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the National Security Rapid Response Force was annoying, he had to admit that these guys from Heidfield came very quickly even faster than himself!
"Get out of the way, quick!"
"doctor!"
A group of people rushed out of the base surrounded by several stretchers, and Barak stopped subconsciously. Perhaps the wounded on the stretcher were valuable, and several people including Wellingtonsmall warships in the grotesque style. No one knows that for these warships, Mars is recruiting a large number of pilots and ordering fighter planes from Chuckner.
There are many mercenaries and pirates in the free world of Mars who rely on space for food. These guys who drive pirate fighter planes to rob houses are transforming into fighter pilots of the bandit army.
Every time I think of hundreds of aircraft carriers, releasing tens of thousands of fighters, and drowning the opponent; I think of the high-level mech fighters driving the 12th-generation bandit army, fighting against the enemy's armor with a combat method beyond this era. When the massacre started in the cluster, Fang Xiang felt palpitations.
The strength of the bandit army is visible. Everyone who is in this army is excited about it every day. They protect their mechs and warships like their own eyes, and wipe their partners spotless every day This is a message, a message of eagerness to fight!
And now, standing on the street of Fifth Commercial Avenue in the central city, I received a call.
Fatty made a decision.
He will free this caged beast! (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