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Two Jeppen S17 [undercurrent] fighter jets took off from behind the mountains in the distance, whistling across the city in tandem.

The originally bustling city was deadly still.

There are very few pedestrians on the street. As far as the eye can see, there is a team of heavily armed Jeppeng soldiers.

All cities have implemented military control. Armored vehicles with machine guns parked at every intersection, piled up sandbags and isolation nets, compressing the wide street into a small gap like the dam of Helong. The mech patrols back and forth, the expressionless Jeppen guard, checks the identity of each pedestrian, and searches brutally.

The buildings on both sides of the street are beyond recognition. The originally beautiful exterior walls were covered with bullet marks and holes, all smoky. Neon signs and billboards are tattered. The twisted steel bracket was touched by the swaying cable from time to time, bursting out a burst of sparks. On the ground, all kinds of garbage are scattered.

The public screen, which is missing most of the corners, is still blinking, and an advertisement is lit from time to time. The beautiful housewife and her husband have just warmly embraced each other. The picture of the product has once again fallen into a messy and mottled mess Among the patterns, only a noise was left on the empty street.

After the Jepeng invasion, the residents of Canglangxing could only hide at home. Despite the collapsed buildings, the pieces of ruin tell them how dangerous their home is, but for these ordinary people, at home, it is always safer than being exposed to the inhumane Jeppen soldiers.

As long as there is food, as long as the space city's environmental balance system is still working, no one is willing to take the risk.

Look at the corpses lying down on the street downstairs, see if the street is dragged to the side from time to time, or even shot by passers-by. The only thing you can do is to close the doors and windows and cover your children's eyes.

No one expected that Canglangxing would fall so easily.

The hustle and bustle of military bases around the city has been turned into ruins in the night of the spherical light and the deafening explosions. Those who were on vacation were in groups of three or five soldiers walking on the streets of the commercial center. The mobilized mechs and the self-propelled artillery lined up are no longer visible.

The city ’s television stations, the Internet, and all sources of information have been taken over by Jeppen. The only thing you can see when you turn on the TV is the announcements of Jay Peng.

However, there is always news that the Jeppen people cannot block it. For example, there are two divisions in the Republic, insisting on the news of resistance.

This news has become the spiritual pillar of all Chuckners. They focused all their attention on the two divisions after expecting the main force to counterattack as soon as possible.

It was so exciting that in the devastating blows of dozens of enemy divisions, the good guys of Chakner actually survived. These days, they have been dragging the Jeppen people around, and the Jeppen people have struggled to grasp them, want to surround and destroy them. However, until now, the Jeppen people have not succeeded.

Let the people of Jeppeng be deflated. These two teachers respected teachers have done a very pleasant thing!

Although in most people's minds, they know that these two teachers will eventually be destroyed, but before the final news comes, people are always willing to think about the best place.

These two divisions are a trace of flames in everyone's heart. It's a flame of hatred, but also a flame of hope.

People searched around and greedily asked everything about these two divisions. From the number to the current position, from the general to the specific battle ......... As long as there is a small victory battle, no matter the true or false, the men will lower their voices and cheer. And women will hug their children and shine their eyes.

These two divisions are like a horse that is not optimistic. This time, all Chuckners made a bet on it. Even if he knew that the horse would have little chance of winning, he remained loyal.

The Canglangxing city has been completely controlled by the Jeppen people. With the landing of giant transport ships, as these transport ships slowly unrolled their shells and turned into huge military bases, they were firmly attached to the city. There were already countless Jeppen soldiers, and they began to move towards further gathering areas Enter the town.

As the third-largest human power after the Republic of Feiyan and the Binalt Empire, Chakna ’s planet, after a long period of immigration, has been out of the pattern of only a few dozen cities on the planet. The rapid increase in population and the developed economy have made the cities of Chakner ’s immigrant planet larger and larger, and as the cities radiate to the surroundings, there are settlements and towns.

Although most of these cities and towns are agricultural areas, there are usually military forces stationed in many key traffic areas. There is only one class for less, and one camp for more.

Although these troops are only third-level troops or fourth-level troops, and in some places even police and militia fifth-level troops, if the entire planet ’s dotted army is brought together, the opposition is not stable, and hopes to stabilize and stabilize the situation as soon as possible. For people, it is still a threat to be reckoned with.

The two Chuckner divisions that are now resisting are only sticking to the present because of the collapse of many troops along the way and the joining of troops stationed along the way.

Looking at the quiet and ruined city, looking at the uneasy faces of his wife and children, looking at the map, imagining the fate of the two Chuckners, what the residents of Canglangxing can do is pray for the early arrival of the counterattack. I look forward to the two Chuckner masters who can bring a little warm blood to this suffering day.

A beast-shaped wide-body command mech, like an eight-legged horse, moved fast on the street.

Fore and aft, forty Jeep Peng nine-generation [spirit cats] humanoid individual mechas are rapidly running on the ruins of the streets with their famous soft catwalks.

Admiral Zepkense Palent rubbed his somewhat painful waist and took his gaze back from the quiet city street outside the window, looking at the lieutenant General Sadr Maggie in front of him, slightly wrinkled Frowning, he spoke very slowly: "Isn't the battle of Karachi over yet?"

Maggie's eyebrows jumped slightly, and he hurriedly replied: "Admiral, our army has occupied the hot spring town and Kraft town in Karachi upstream, cut off the enemy's retreat, and surrounded the enemy. There are two armor on the periphery. The division and the three infantry divisions are armed along the line. The thirteenth armored division and the fifty-first aircraft division of the enemy are the turtles in the urn! "

"The turtle in the urn!" Palent snorted, and the sparse yellow eyebrows suddenly stood up strangely: "It's the two turtles in the urn, you have caught the whole ten days!"

"I'm sorry, Lord General." Maggie leaned on his heels and stood upright in fear.

"How long do I have to wait to report to General Mikami?"

Palent's anger came and went as fast as he could, making it elusive. His voice became slow and fuzzy again. As if talking to yourself. He sagged his eyelids, and his raised eyebrows dropped again.

"Two days!" Maggie dared not hesitate and resolutely replied: "The enemy's first line of defense has been broken through by our army. As long as they break through the second line of defense they currently hold, they can only retreat to Karachi The narrow stretch of less than two kilometers by the river is waiting. "

"Take it a little bit." Palent waved his hand gently, as if driving a trivial fly: "When we first arrived, we need to have an attitude."

His gaze moved again to the mech porthole. At a crossroads where the Mech Brigade was passing by, the soldier with a gun held a respectful salute to the command mech. The young soldier held a few temporary passes in his hand, and behind him, a row of Chakna civilians They lined up honestly, like a group of frightened quails.

The soldiers and civilians went away quickly.

"After the battle is over, these Chuckners will know our standards."

There was a cold smile on the corner of Palent's mouth: "Perhaps, in fact, they already know, but they don't understand how serious we are! There are always some people who will be lucky."

A building, receding from the window. The seven-storey building has collapsed for half a year. Through a large hole in the outer wall, you can see that a piece of clothing has become a corpse of rags, and it is weak on a desk.

This scene gave a glimpse in front of him. Maggie lowered his head.

"Yes, Lord General!"

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"General," Nash sat on the arm of [Toyama] Mecha, loosened the tie of the tactical helmet on his chin, and grabbed his disheveled hair: "What shall we fight next?"

When Nash asked for instructions, both the look and the tone were natural. It's as if the fat man is the chief he has been following.

This is an identification without any hesitation. For this major general Le Lei that fell from the sky, in addition to his infinite admiration, he has left no question even a little bit.

Compared with Nash, the fat man is very young, but he is 25 or 6 years old.

Under Nash, there are many young people of this age. Among them are veterans who have followed him for more than a year, and there are also recruits who have just been added to the company. He has also seen a lot of official positions higher than him. Most of them are high-level students in military schools. After two years on the military base, he emerged as a school official. It is the age of ambition.

If it were usual, Nash might not be able to look up at this white and noisy fat man. Even the major generals, in terms of their kind of soldiers walking on the line of life and death, there is nothing remarkable. Normally, they are coquettish, pointing at maps and planning strategies, and they are panicked and dumbfounded as soon as they get on the ground. They have seen more.

To be honest, when he heard Sun Ping talk about his encounter with a fat man, Nash didn't quite believe it. But the scene he just saw in the trench was enough for him to understand what kind of character this major General Le Lei was in front of him.

The mechanic didn't understand Nash. But when it comes to fighting, he is a veteran. Seeing the fat man running and shooting on the position, Nash knew that the fat man was not ordinary. This is definitely the most terrifying and ruthless ace sniper rolled out of the pile of corpses. The sniper rifle was in the hands of this guy, the sickle of death!

Sniper rifle Nash also played it himself, to be honest, he can't play Feng Laosi.

For a static target a few hundred meters away, there is still a chance to fight. If you want to kill a moving target two or three kilometers away like Feng Sisi, he can't do it.

It was because he had learned and played in person before that he knew how to hit the probe like a fat man in constant movement. No matter how static and dynamic targets are shot, how hard it is!

Some soldiers counted, the fat man fired a total of 32 shots, and killed 32 enemies. Those who have not been on the battlefield can hardly understand how terrifying this data is. It's not a legend that one hits one hundred times. A qualified sniper has only missed a few times in his life. However, this kind of sniper attack by the fat man is not carried out in a sniper way.

He has no long-term lurking, no time-consuming observation, and no large-scale long-distance sneaking and transfer. He was like a ground rat, walking on the ground of a hundred meters long. A probe is a life. The efficiency of this kind of killing is no match for ten snipers or ten machine gunners.

Efficiency is the most terrible.

With such a life harvester-like monster on the position, one can imagine how much psychological pressure those Jeppen soldiers charged. They eventually ran away in collapse, not just because their mechas were killed. The more important reason actually came from the dead body of a military officer beside them.

When their mechs fell, the accumulated fear was like a flood breaking the **** in a flash. When the first person turned to escape, the people behind naturally followed.

Nash is a simple man with a venomous vision, and is also a Junjie who understands the current affairs.

What kind of soldiers are brought by what kind of officers. This reason Nash understood from the day he joined the army. He could see that not many of the fat soldiers were vegetarian.

Who would guess a punch for an armor when enemy shells fell like raindrops?

From the mecha control skills exhibited by the young fighter, Nash can conclude that the seven or eight people who guessed the fist and found the entire Chakner couldn't make it!

They are lazy on the surface, heartless. In his bones is the self-confidence sharpened in the brutal battle. Even if they are all rookies playing guns, they are also rookies after the rest of the battle!

Nash is not a fool.

Since God had good luck from the sky at the most dangerous time, let's follow luck. Only those idiots who have never been on the battlefield and have not experienced life and death will be unable to survive because of self-esteem and good luck.

The fat man welded the external armor piece, covered the hole made by Kozmo, and jumped off the [Toyama] mech.

There is no damage to this machine. Kozmo has a very decent start. Basically, it is precisely described by a surgical attack according to the hand of the fat man. It is not an exaggeration. In less than five minutes, the fat man restored the full performance of [Toyama]. Now, as long as this Toyama is full of energy, it will be the same as the new one.

Hearing Nash's question, the fat man wiped his hands with a rag for maintenance, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"General ..." Nash flattered: "Your will is our life. The 1792 regiment goes up and down one battalion at a time.

The fat man squinted at the commander-in-chief, sighing in his heart, and deserved to be a battle-hardened veteran oil child, who lost his burden so much.

"What's going on?" The fat man waved at Hargrove, and the second-guessed Hagrove smiled, and ran over to take over the mech.

"Nothing has happened yet. However, I guess ..." Nash glanced at Hargrove, who was in his forties, and said anxiously: "That idiot battalion commander is ready to throw it out."

put all one's eggs in one basket? ! The fat man who hated someone desperately desperate with himself was anger and hate, glaring: "Afraid of him as a bird! ...... How many of them are there?"

"According to our calculations, there are probably about 120 people." Nash looked at his battlefield recorder computer: "In front and back, they left at least three hundred people in front of the position."

"One hundred and twenty people, four mechas." The fat man sighed with relief and quickly calculated in his mind: "Show me the map."

Nash put the map projection of the battlefield recorder on the chassis of [Toyama].

The Jeppen's attack position was located behind a hillside about 300 meters directly in front of the 347 highland. The surrounding forest is lush, and the left and right sides are straight cliffs. It looks like a Taishi chair.

The 347 high ground occupies the back of the chair, the terrain is dangerous, and a 100-meter wide position is enough to block all the passages of the Jeppen people. This is also the reason why the battalion attacked head-on for half a day, and in two or nine hours, only two roundabouts were launched. The steep mountains on both wings of the position made their outsourcing more difficult than pretending to be frontal. More than 20 mechas around the position, 10 of them were destroyed in two outsourcing.

"You said, they have nothing to do?" The fat man looked at the slopes on the wings of the map, and suddenly frowned.

"Yes, General." Nash replied.

"Kozmo! Hargrove!" The fat man threw away the rag in his hand, grabbed a sniper rifle, put on a helmet, and anxiously said: "You immediately sneaked along the trench to the two wings and wiped out the enemy armor Later, reinforce the position! Remember, do n’t start too hard. Mechas are still useful. "

"Yes!" Kozmo and Hargrove quickly drilled into the mech and started the engine.

"General ..." Nash widened his eyes, somewhat confused.

"Markwich! Meet now!"

The fat man shouted, and quickly snapped to the Nash while loading the sniper rifle: "The people who ordered you follow the command! The guys spent nine hours here and beat you, it is impossible to do so. They There was only one armor in the last attack, which was to test our anti-armor firepower. If you were the commander of the other party, how would you fight? "

Seeing the two mechs start, the bandit soldiers gathered, and the remaining Chakner soldiers stood up nervously.

Nash stared at the map, his mind suddenly flashing light-the reason why the opponent's position did not move, apparently did not give up. They are preparing for a sneak attack!

Although the two wings of the 347 position are steep and difficult to attack, it is not too difficult for the mech. If the opposing commander is desperate, he will definitely choose to use the number advantage of the infantry to charge forward, and then use the mecha in his hand to outflank the hillsides on both sides! There is no anti-armor firepower on the position. Even with a broken armor, even if it is three heads and six arms, you have to lose sight of it!

As long as the opponent has a mech rushed into the position, the position is over! People number one or twenty, there is not enough mecha energy to fire a shuttle! At that time, I am afraid that even holding the fusion grenades and rushing up, I will not be able to rush close!

Fortunately, Major General Fatty responded in time and won a little time, otherwise, it would be a dead end.

The key to the question now is how many mechas are still in the opponent's hands, and how long can the firepower cover last!

It takes time for the enemy to charge. It takes time for two bandit fighters to kill each other's mechs.

If there are more than five mechas that charge at the same time in two wings and front, if the enemy's fire coverage can support them beyond the reach of the front of the position, the battle can be miserable!

"Gather! Obey the unified command of the general." Nash suddenly roared loudly: "Enter the hidden trench, covert, ready to fight!"

"Go!" The fat man took the lead and got into the traffic trench. The commanded Chakner fighters followed closely Nash and Markwich without hesitation. The entire mech trench was like a deep-fried pan, and even the remaining twenty or so rookies were poking into the traffic trench with their ass.

The **** thing, the enemy first came up and grabbed the two guarantees!

Almost as soon as everyone arrived in the traffic trench, the left and right sides of the position heard the sound of mecha energy cannons, the sound of explosions and the deafening golden iron symphony when fighting.

Immediately, there was a booming sound in the sky. In a blink of an eye, the storm-like artillery fire covered the entire position.

This time, the Jeppen obviously didn't mean to keep their hands. They have almost all the energy that an infantry battalion can equip.

Hiding in a hidden explosion-proof hole, the fat man turned blue.

A violent explosion swept through the entire tunnel. Shock waves and flames rammed into the pothole. The earth was trembling violently. Even if the ears were blocked, the violent voice drilled straight into his head. Everyone opened their mouths and the hot air made them breathless. From time to time, the death of an energy box and ammunition exploded, and the explosion-proof shed of the explosion-proof pit made a harsh noise. The broken copper and rotten iron that was lifted into the air, mixed down in the gravel and fell down like a heavy rain.

boom. An explosion hole was accurately hit, and several bandit soldiers and two Chakner soldiers suddenly turned into flesh and blood. The broken limb broke his arm, was thrown out of the hidden trench, and flew tens of meters away.

The fat man knows that he can find out the thin enemies, and this time they will waste their shells unscrupulously. Without artillery and counter-measures, this attack will continue. Until their own people enter the artillery fire coverage, or all the shell energy.

Fortunately, there are only twenty self-propelled artillery in a battalion of the Jeppen, and this benzene guy who sacrificed mobility for the long barrel of the long-range strike has limited ammunition.

In the more than twenty previous attacks, Nash had called for several artillery counter-attacks, which caused Jeppen's self-propelled artillery to lose a lot, and several times was misfired. Otherwise, no infantry charge is needed, just covering with artillery fire is enough to flatten this position.

The fat man calculated in his heart the mechs and troops that the Jeppen people might have. His eyes were redder and his face more and more rueful. After shaking out, the trembling body miraculously returned to calm.

There are a hundred people left, a few mechas, and dare to desperately fight with Laozi? ! Kozmo and Hargrove, to solve the circuitous mecha on both sides of the position, in less than three minutes! !

Ma Lebi, want to kill Lao Tzu, I will kill you for a dog day!

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