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The whispered discussion, even in the disciplined Longxing meeting queue, has not stopped.

For these soldiers, most of whom were born and raised in the free world, each of these names represents a legend.

Cheng Zhixuan, who arrived with the third shuttle ship, was silent for a long time after seeing the forty gangster mechas standing quietly in the night. No one found how complicated this chief of staff of all armed forces of the Longxing Association, standing quietly under the dim light of the apron, looked in the eyes of the bandit soldiers.

The combat effectiveness of this unit brought Cheng Zhixuan more than shock. More is a loss. What a force of tyranny! Why is the owner of this force not the Longxing Association? !

As early as many years ago, the Longxing Association has been trying to control one or two schools, in order to cultivate the geniuses and their mecha skills of these schools. Today, with a profound change in the mech combat mode, this is definitely a valuable asset for Chuckner.

However, the long-selling Long Xing Hui can get only those who send themselves to become outside disciples of the genre and learn some fur. There are very few who can become core disciples, not to mention these famous leaders and gods of war. The tradition of the free world makes every genre wary of other forces.

But who knows, what Longxing will not do, let a Lelei fat man do it!

Fatty's hand, in Cheng Zhixuan's view, is really pretty.

Turning the hand over the cloud and turning the hand over the rain, provoke the genre contradictions, break the genre federation, and completely destroy the order system of the free world. Within a few days, the genre mutual aid alliance was established.

At the beginning, Cheng Zhixuan also felt that this mutual aid alliance created by this fat man and Phantom Stream was completely a joke. What made him fall through his glasses was that these folk mecha genres, who had never looked above the top, even took their sergeants one by one and willingly walked into the fat man's pocket.

Until now, Cheng Zhixuan couldn't understand how this fat man did it! I do n’t even understand what attracts these civil fighters.

Relevant reports have been delivered to China, and I believe that there will be instructions to return soon.

The Philippine Command has long been in control of the free world and has given guidance. Domestically, I am afraid the same idea. Since now, Le Lei is still a member of the Feimeng League, some things, I'm afraid I can't help the fat man. This force must be controlled in the hands of Feimeng.

Fifty minutes later, all the members of the 1st and 2nd Armored Regiment of the Iron Armored Division of the Longxing Society arrived at the First Airport, and after handing over the defense to the later troops, they continued to work with the two regiments, the Iron Armored Division Commander Utrecht Cage stood at the side of the apron and spoke to Cheng Zhixuan who was smoking, before waking up Wei Jianshan.

"Let's give us the offensive missions behind!" Cheng Zhixuan handed the electronic file containing the battle plan to Wei Jianshan, and he said straightforwardly: "You can just follow behind. There is no suspense in this battle. Now. "

"Right ..." Watching Wei Jianshan facelessly inserted the folder into the mech computer's reading slot, Cheng Zhixuan couldn't help but curiously said: "What about you, Colonel Tian?"

"He left first, and he should be at the base of Beimeng now." Under the light of the airport apron, Wei Jianshan looked at the pair of stunned eyes and smiled coldly: "Just let go of Beimeng in this way, really It's a pity. Our colonel said that strangler is his specialty. As long as you move fast enough, the head office of the North Union will not be able to go anywhere! "

Everyone was dumbfounded. Cheng Zhixuan turned his head around and determined the number of bandits and armor around him again, and said horror: "How many people did he take?"

"Plus himself, ten." Wei Jianshan said the answer that everyone had determined.

Ten people go to copy their home nest?

The officers of the Longxing Society are going crazy. What is the fat man thinking? Even if the armored forces of the North Alliance base have been transferred to the First Air Port, it is after all a base for others. Everyone can spit the ten armor into a broken copper!

The entire group of Longxinghui mecha soldiers passed by the officers. The front team has already passed a block, and the rear team is still staying in the wide open space of the airport, neatly arranged.

The heavy footsteps of the mech caused the earth to tremble, and the dim street lights continuously shortened the shadow of the mech on the move. As soon as he left the base, the mech turned on the searchlight. The white beam of light shook and wobbled with the movement of the mech. At a glance, it looks like a flowing galaxy, which is particularly spectacular.

As they passed by the officers, the soldiers couldn't help but talk about the loss of their officers. I do n’t know what happened, so these hard-to-serious officers who had a hard face on the weekdays now looked dull, as if they were as funny as a ghost.

"It's almost time ..." Wei Jianshan pressed the computer's data transfer button and watched the Longxinghui armored forces, which were like a long dragon, who was pulling out of the base. Cheng Zhixuan said: "We will follow your main left wing. Within three hours, we have to rush to the North Alliance base."

After talking, the body of the 40 Rangers, supported by the mechanical legs, rose up and stretched out fully, and they took a big step and merged into a rolling iron flow.

It wasn't until the bandits' armor went away that Cheng Zhixuan and Cage and several other officers recovered.

For a time, everyone looked at each other.

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Markwich stood on the hillside, looking at the North Alliance position in the distance, his thin lips almost biting blood.

A few kilometers in front of him, there was a continuous chain of trenches. On the position, there were burning fires from east to west. It was the wreckage of the mech, the wood on the ground, or a scorched black body. The plume of smoke tilted eastward with the breeze. Twisted isolation nets, odd-shaped mecha parts, disintegrated firearms and portable missile launchers filled the entire position.

Behind him, a gleam of white light, crowded together densely, endlessly. In the sky, the comet-like light of the energy cannon obscures the sky. The violent explosion sounded like a thunder, rolling and roaring on the ground. The fire is skyrocketing. Countless buildings have been turned into ruins, city parks, squares, and streets. It has long been unrecognizable, and the only thing you can see is a scorched black crater.

"This bunch of bitches!" Markwich spit hard.

He has seen many such scenes.

Before entering the Fourth Fleet, he belonged to the local fleet of Galileo.

When Gacharin invaded, those frontline commanders did nothing better than the current Northern Alliance. As long as they feel it necessary, such an order, they can go down a hundred times without hesitation. Calmly calmer than once. There are many people in this world like people like them.

What Markwich hated most was this scumbag that slaughtered wantonly in the name of war. War is never a reason to start against the poor. That's a man's, a warrior's duel! What a skill it is to massacre the defenseless poor.

Fortunately, the bandits had enough firepower to fight back, and fortunately, under the command of the fat man, Pro Town built enough air-raid shelters.

In the distance, there was a loud bugle again.

After the bandit position, the self-propelled artillery roared again. The enemy's despicable shelling was once again suppressed. In the sound of Zhen Tian's killing, an armor company, from the flank, was involved in the enemy's position.

That was the four regiments of soldiers after handover with the three regiments.

This regiment that has never been on the battlefield has lived up to the expectations of everyone. On the periphery, they played harder than the three regiments. The enemy's shelling of Provincial Town has completely angered these pilots. No pre-war incentives and slogans are needed at all, just a trumpet, and they will launch a crazy assault in the direction of the officers' fingers.

However, Markwich does not know how long such resistance can last.

The entire outskirts of Provincial Town have been smashed. In the current trenches, the troops that can be stationed are only one-third of the original. Of the 1,600 [Battle Swords] that were put into battle, there are less than 1,200 at the moment.

This battle has been fought to the extreme.

"Beep!" The mecha computer sounded a sharp alarm.

That is a signal for urgent help.

Markwich quickly opened the flashing crimson battle report icon, his cold face suddenly became very pale.

In the North Alliance, an armored regiment consisting of a thousand [Far East Victory] class armor in the southern part of Pro Town and two armored regiments in the west, after the shelling of Pro Town, the bandits have fully paid attention Concentrated on these two directions.

After all, it is located in the northeast direction, but it is just two mixed groups of the enemy. In the previous attack, their attack strength was far behind that of the other two armored forces. After hitting the bandit defense line several times in a row The two mixed groups are very heavy losses, and basically do not pose a great threat to the Pro Town.

Therefore, at the moment, there is only one company in the three regiments and two battalions who have not had time to hand over! In order to contain the enemy's shelling in Provincial Town, Markwich fully deployed the main force of the SM four regiments to other lines of defense. Relying on peripheral attacks and mech fire suppression, delay the enemy's destruction of the central area of ​​Provincial Town.

This decision, in the eyes of anyone, is not wrong. The bandit army has only one point of strength. If you want to cope with the North Union's drug tricks, you must maintain enough deterrent forces.

But now, Markwich knows that after the enemy started shelling the central city, he trapped the main armored regiment in the south and west, but did not follow the previous deployment for mobile defense. It was a fatal mistake he made.

According to the information from the hunter squad that roamed the periphery to capture information and hunt freely, the two armored regiments of the enemy will arrive in the northeast region in half an hour and join the two mixed regiments. The two blood shadow armored battalions in the southeast direction have also left the original area and moved to the northeast direction.

What makes Markovic even colder is that a bandit army "hunter" found more than two enemy battalions in the depression of Prometheus Mountain located east of the two mixed regiments! Judging from its equipment and mech number, it is the main force of the blood shadow mech group!

I can no longer think about where the troops of the Blood Shadow Mech regiment came from. Markwich knew that the North Alliance finally showed all their cards! Once these forces converge, what consequences will it have on the exhausted Northeast Line, he can't imagine it!

In front of this devastating torrent, there is only one company!

Connected to the communication, Weserial's tired face appeared in front of Markwich.

The Tailiupuluo branch is ranked second only to Monroe's second-level mech commander, and now the SM three regiment second battalion commander has the same personality as Markwich. Silent, cold and meticulous. Whether on the training ground or on the battlefield, he is the one with the most attention from Markwich.

"You know the situation."

Markwich tried to keep his tone calm.

It is necessary to deploy two armored battalions, two infantry regiments, and concentrate all the combatable personnel at the base of Scadi to reinforce the Northeast battlefield. However, it takes time, but also calm and courage.

"Two hours!" Markwich looked at Wetherell's eyes: "Unreasonable, there is no reason, in short, you must stay in front of the enemy for two hours!"

This is a brutal order, a command that belongs only to soldiers.

Weatherriel was silent for a long time, solemnly saluting, and answered simply and simply: "Yes!"

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North Union base.

Ten cyan mechas roamed around.

Gunshots, gunshots and explosions, screams, resounded throughout the base.

One after another, the mechas trying to block the bandits were falling. One North Union soldier after another was torn into pieces by the fire net of the energy machine gun.

This humiliating battle has lowered the morale of the North Union Army to the extreme.

At the base, there was no longer any force able to resist this bandit army mech squad. The infantry regiment stationed was disbanded, and the guard armor company was wiped out. The entire North Alliance base is like a ** who has been ripped off and **** in a tree, letting him bully!

No one knows why a battle that started with the pressure of Taishan Mountain will eventually become like this. This bandit squad burrowing into the center city is like a mosquito. No matter how tossed by the angry bull of the Northern Alliance, it can't catch it, but instead, it is stung by his head.

The arsenal was set ablaze, the barracks were destroyed, the energy supply center, the environmental balance system, the power distribution room, the radar station ......... all the things that appeared in front of the bandits had not escaped their poisonous hands. This group of guys, even if they see something ruined, they even give a shot to the street lights that can no longer be illuminated.

The most suffocating thing is that the voice that flirted with Feller has never stopped. I really don't know where that guy is so stubborn and jerk. After calling for more than an hour, the spirit was more vigorous.

"Fairle, cute, where are you?"

Ten obese 【Rangers】 like wolves are turning around in the core area of ​​the base. When I saw anything, I rushed up and kicked my feet.

The houses were swept into honeycombs by cannons. The rubble flew around, and eventually collapsed in the thick 260 mm caliber energy cannon. The panic-stricken Northern Alliance soldiers stumbled away from the house bombarded by the energy bombardment, losing their helmets and removing their armour.

In the distance, several North Alliance mechas fired randomly. The infantrymen were snarled by the officer, shrank away from the ground, and closed their eyes and fired the gun. Once the bandit army mech squad approached for a few steps, the birds and beasts scattered immediately, and the officers could not stop it.

How could this battle be fought like this? !

In the North Union Command, the lights became extremely dim because of the limited supply of spare energy. The staff silently looked at the flickering virtual screen and the live picture from the monitors all over the base, looking dull.

The chest of a gangster mech was quickly enlarged in the picture, and with a violent shaking, countless bricks and stones rolled down with sand and dust. The picture was shaking rapidly, and the camera was falling. When the beating picture was finally fixed on the rocky floor, a row of anti-skid teeth on the bottom of the mech appeared in the lens. After a soft sound, there was only a dark mass on the virtual screen.

The staff in charge of controlling the monitoring screen looked at Feller next to him at a loss, and touched the screen switching key subconsciously with his finger, then flinched back quickly. He knew that every shot in these monitors was a hot slap. Draw on the face of Fairler who just issued an order.

The 3rd Infantry Division has already been in contact with the vanguard of the Longxinghui Armored Regiment. However, the planned retreat of the North Alliance has become a ridiculous fantasy-although the underground command center has not been discovered by the bandits, but the entire North Union ’s head office is trapped here, and other troops can Where to retreat? !

Time passes by in one minute and one second. Everyone knows that when the temporarily formed defense line of the 3rd Infantry Division is breached by the North Alliance Armored Regiment, there will be no more opportunities for the North Alliance.

"Huh ?!" The voice of a bandit soldier came from the sound of the center console: "Colonel, there is an elevator here. Look, this leads to their underground headquarters!"

The screen is still dark, but the sound is very clear.

"Really, my Felller is a little obedient. It was hidden inside. Let's go, let's go!"

"Our mecha is too big to enter."

"We can't get in, and their mechas can't get in. It doesn't matter. It is estimated that there are a bunch of rookie staff who can't kill chickens. Leave six people on the guard and the other three follow me."

"Damn, you have to decrypt it. Wait ..."

"Okay, go!"

The sound disappeared.

The whole command was a commotion.

"Death!" Fairler waved his hand. A guard opened the arsenal. The staff, the guards, lined up murderously and quickly raised the gun to the magazine. Even Fairler and Selvor took the old pistol alone.

Dozens of people quickly appeared in a semicircle and surrounded the suspension elevator. As the photoelectric light representing the elevator moved down rapidly, the atmosphere of the whole command headquarters was solemn and dignified.

Even Fairler, who had always been expressionless, could not help but tremble in the corner of his mouth.

If this fat man can resist the troops he sent back to base from other places, and then drag on for another hour, waiting for the Longxing army to suppress the situation, he and Selwall, there is really no chance to escape.

Who knows, this guy is dizzy, and four people dare to go to the underground headquarters!

If he is caught, the North Alliance can regain the initiative!

Thinking of this, Fairler only felt a surge of blood on his head. Seeing that the elevator was about to arrive, he stepped forward two steps, pulled the gun machine with a stern look, and lifted it with one hand, the muzzle was aimed at the elevator door.

"Ding!" The sound of the elevator arriving sounded.

With the alignment of countless guns, the elevator doors opened slowly.

A silence!

Under the languid and desperate gaze of Feller and others, four miniature mechas with outstretched fierce energy muzzles jumped out happily.

"Wow!" The fat man said in surprise: "Little obedient, I caught you!"

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