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"Order ..." Chen Fengxi stood on the podium and said only two words, his voice blocked. His hands clenched to the railing, his muscles exposed. The eyes flashed with excitement, and the chest undulated violently.

Chen Fengxi's voice echoed in the command hall, with a somewhat disordered atmosphere, spreading throughout the building along with the open broadcast.

The cold wind in the winter passed through the square building, and the windows and corridors blew. The rushing staff stopped.

They looked up and listened quietly.

The sky is already bright, and the sun appears and disappears in the clouds.

The sun is shining on the face, warm, watching the sky and clouds, everyone has a feeling of time passing by.

Recalling more than thirty hours ago, look at the present, it is like a dream!

The noisy hall gradually quieted down. The corridors of the building, the large and small offices, and the courtyards on the four sides have also become silent.

Some staff walked out of the electronic mecha in the middle of the courtyard, and the bluestone floor beneath their feet still had water stains from the night rain. The guards stopped the patrol mech and opened the cockpit. The crowd was like flowing gravel, gathering to the broadcast.

Outside the door of the building, a speeding off-road vehicle crunched and stopped in front of the fence filled with sandbags and isolation nets. In the flying dust, the driver and the officer holding important documents opened the door and got out of the car. Time solidified command center.

The flag of the Chakna flag hanging in front of the building window flicked gently in the wind, and the raised face glowed red with excitement.

Everyone knows that after more than thirty hours of battle, this battle is destined to be etched in the history of human warfare, and finally the final victory is about to usher!

On the front line of Sunset Mountain, Su Jie's coalition forces could not make a leap forward for eighteen consecutive full-line attacks. There are only 200 unstoppable adjudicators, and now there are only less than forty!

The wave-like enemy armor clusters slammed their positions over and over again, but were crushed again and again.

The ruined position did not know how many layers were cut off. In the morning light, I saw blood flowing and corpses running across the field.

Thousands of Feimeng warriors stood still in front of the enemy, and after a battle of death, they never took a step back.

The flags of the bandits and Chuckner are still hunting and flying on the positions!

At the same time, in the west of the Sunset Mountain Basin, the Filipino Alliance under the leadership of the Fatty has swept through the six major theaters of lightning.

According to the latest report, the coalition forces under the siege of the two major towns of Qixing and Xiushuihe have completely collapsed under the raging offensive of the 500 bandits.

Countless dead and wounded enemies scattered and fled, panicking like dogs of the bereavement, and wolves rushed to distinguish things. Outside the city center, roads and bridges are full of enemy corpses and mech wreckage. The two major towns finally returned to the hands of the Fiji Allied forces.

Along with the rolling iron flow of a total of 14 Filipino divisions, they spread along the intercity highway between the two towns. The main retreat of Belif's northern cluster has been cut off!

Now, with Chen Fengxi's order, the Filipino reserve force waiting long after the sunset mountain will be like a tiger going down the mountain, launching a final fatal blow to the enemy!

Everyone is waiting quietly.

Pierre stood beside Chen Fengxi, his head tilted up, and his teeth snapped. The temple could vaguely see the blue bars twisting and twisting. The whole body trembled slightly because of the irrepressible excitement.

Two meters away on the left, Marguerite was quite calm. She gently supported the balustrade of the podium, her eyes faint, not knowing what she was thinking. An Lei stood side by side with her. The two girls' sculpted body, under the package of the uniform, looked more beautiful and elegant, like two elegant and delicate orchids.

This world of blood, fire and steel, because of their existence, still maintains a softness after all.

On the right side of the podium are generals such as Blatter, Feowen and other bandit generals and a senior officer of the Lei Fengxing Front. The light of the electronic sandbox in front of him shone on these standing soldiers. Reflecting the fiery blaze in their eyes.

This flame is burning.

it's time.

Chen Fengxi took a deep breath, and there was a loud noise in the radio.

He leaned forward and ordered word by word: "The attack started!"

A low voice echoed in the hall, like a slamming blast.

After a brief silence, the entire command headquarters boiled loudly. Everyone seemed to be resurrected from the petrified state. No worry, no anxiety, no previous gains and losses, this time, there is only one goal!

Hundreds of staff members were in chaos. Crackling keyboard knocking sounds, rushing footsteps, roaring sounds, report sounds, calling sounds, never ceased.

Diana, Isaac and Garfield stood on the second floor of the command hall.

"We seem to have missed something." Diana looked sad, and in her tone, there was an inexpressible bleakness.

Isaac lowered his head and looked cold.

Garfield sighed long.

They witnessed the birth of a miracle, but failed to participate.

"Destroy them!" In front of the console downstairs, a staff member was holding the communicator and shouted at the army liaison officer in front of him.

"Understood! Look at us!" A cruel voice came from the communicator.

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"Damn it!" A high-level Chakner soldier kicked the stone under his feet fiercely, just like a beast in a cage, and quickly turned around several times in the same place.

Beside him, countless Chuckner mechs and soldiers had already assembled, and the team had spread to the far end of the jungle.

Everyone turned their heads sideways.

The sunset mountain, less than ten kilometers away, flashed light one by one in front of the soldiers, and the volcanic eruption of thick smoke rose.

The body of the gun, the sound of artillery, came along the earth roaring through the woods and slammed into everyone's ears. Everyone's eyes are flushed.

A reserve team of twenty divisions, except for three luck divisions who were transferred to the sunset mountain defense line in batches, the rest, after arriving at the assembly point, were strictly ordered to wait on the spot.

For these Chuckner fighters, this is an unbearable torment.

Everyone knows how tragic the sunset battle is.

A regiment pulled up and ran out in less than an hour, and a position was just repaired, and within a few minutes, it became a shallow ragged trench.

The comrades who guarded the Sunset Mountain rushed out of the trench over and over again, and died together with the enemy. They drove the mecha and the enemy together, carried the portable energy gun to a position less than twenty meters away from the enemy mecha and opened fire, holding the bundled fusion grenades and rolled under the enemy mecha's feet.

The position was stained with blood and stripped of the soil by shells, and then stained with blood. In the end, the craters that exploded as each shell fell, and the mud lifted up like water splashes, were all red soaked deep in the ground.

From day to night, from night to dawn. At least three soldiers of the three divisions remained on the blood-stained high ground forever.

The fierceness of the setting sun made the eyes of the soldiers who gathered at the rear waiting for the order to be red and red.

They couldn't use their imagination to describe what a hell-like scene on the shining mountain.

They only knew that there was a child of Chuckner who was raised in this land. They used their hot chest and young life to crush the enemy's attack. As long as they still have a person and a breath, the enemy cannot break through the sunset mountain.

In addition to these Chakner fighters, the most admirable are those who are called bandits.

These mech warriors from the Lere Federation, from the Mars Free World, are the mainstay of the entire line of defense! Although a whole special battalion has been hit, there are only less than one hundred mechas left. But it is them, so that the adjudicator can not make a leap!

They are the most dazzling stars on the sunset mountain defense line, and their blood-fighting figure in the smoke of smoke inspires all Chuckner fighters.

A whisper of flute sounded faintly.

The veteran of the flute, leaning against the roots of the tree, the sobbing flute, intermittently in the booming gunfire.

The soldiers of the same company surrounded them silently and listened quietly. Everyone bit his lip and clenched his fists.

They knew that this was an ancient send-off song by Chakner.

The veterans don't give away wanderers away from home, but the repeated heroes of Sunset Mountain!

The bandit army has completed a miraculous strategic detour, and this battle has reached the final juncture. The soldiers waiting hard here will finally step onto the battlefield.

The soldier ahead, with sacrifice, won the chance of victory. The comrades who have passed away are now on the sunset hill, and the heroic soul is not far away.

They will hold the opportunity firmly and never let it slip away!

Beep beep ....... With each electronic mech communicator one after another electronic sound, the flute stopped.

The soldiers turned their heads and saw their company commander take off the headphones from their heads.

The young company's long eyes narrowed, and his eyes were like a knife.

set off!

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On the ground, a mess.

The wreckage on the ground burned blaringly, and a black smoke rose. The scorched black craters are connected one by one, one by one. Metal bulletproof walls and explosion-proof sheds have been torn into pieces of broken copper and iron. The bodies of the soldiers on both sides filled the entire position.

The body of a Sousse sergeant lay softly on the scorched mech wreckage. His lower body had been scorched and his chest was bloody. There is only one face, which is still legible. Under the golden yellow eyelashes, the light blue eyes were wide open, with a trace of hollowness and despair.

Two meters away beside him, there is the wreckage of an adjudicator's mech.

The neck of the incomparable steel Spartan warrior was broken, a streamlined armor in the chest was opened a big hole, a blown leg was missing, and the left hand broke from the joint, leaving only a connecting rod , Bent in a strange posture.

The cockpit-like cockpit slipped out of the big hole in the chest. The green nutrient solution in the cabin had already leaked. The pilot's pale face was pestered on the black ground, and his mouth was wide open. The silver-white metal head behind the head makes this face look very strange.

Beside, thousands of wreckage, corpses, spread out piece by piece into the distance.

There are Soviet troops, adjudicators, Chuckners, and bandits. The soldiers on both sides of the war were entangled and fell on this hillside less than two kilometers wide.

In some people, there are only broken limbs and broken arms, and flesh and blood are scattered everywhere. Others still keep the body intact.

Some are lying down, some are curled up. Some people knelt on the ground with their heads and pestles on the ground, while others leaned on the mech, their bodies still standing.

Although the offensive squadron retreated, sporadic artillery shells fell on the position. Mud, human limbs, and steel fragments rushed into the sky like water splashes in the explosion.

In the distance, Yunxia was blood red.

Stiller was sitting on the muddy ground of the trench, and he served as a medical soldier to wrap himself around the wound. The wound was on the calf, and the enemy punched fiercely, smashing the console of the mech. If it is not to retreat fast, the calf is not just as easy as a ten-centimeter-long opening made by the console.

Bone was visible in the wound, because there was no medical cabin, and even the anesthetic was used up. The Chuckner medical soldiers crouching on the ground could only simply dress up for Stiller.

"Sir, you need to go to the treatment below." The paramedics wrapped the gauze and gave Stiller a shot. While packing the medicine chest, he said seriously.

Stiller took a cigarette handed over by a bandit soldier and took a sip and shook his head.

"Sir!" The paramedics were anxious and their voices grew louder: "Your injuries have hurt your bones. If you don't use the medical cabin as soon as possible and perform nano repairs, you will be crippled!"

In the tattered trenches, dozens of Chakner fighters were attracted by the sound of the medical soldiers. A captain turned and walked over to this side.

"What are you afraid of lame?" Stiller smiled, "I don't have to use my feet to control the mech. As long as my hands are not broken, and people are not dead, I won't go on."

With that said, he patted the shoulders of the medical nurses: "I'm fine now, go help others."

The paramedics were obviously a muscular guy, and after hearing Stiller said, his face flushed with anxiety: "Sir ..."

Stiller squeezed his shoulder fiercely to stop his nagging and said lightly: "Lao Tzu has a whole special battalion, and he has lost most of it here, brother, you open your eyes and see, which one is the bandit, negative Did you get off the frontline with such a little injury? "

Stiller's words made all the Chuckner fighters next to their eyes red.

The captain who walked beside him, originally wanted to help persuade, but finally closed his mouth and bowed his head in silence.

There are more than a dozen bandit fighters beside Stiller, and the total number in the trenches will not exceed one hundred.

As Stiller said, none of the more than 400 fighters in the special battalion retreated because of minor injuries. Half of them were sacrificed in the deadly battle with the adjudicator, and more than a hundred people fought until the mechs rotted into scrap metal before driving the miniature mechs back to their positions.

The soldiers who lost their mechas were forcibly sent off their positions under the command of the frontline command.

Each of them is a level 10 or higher fighter. If they are placed in any country, they are all closely protected national treasures! Not to mention the hundreds of people, even if one is lost, it can also make the army generals of the Ministry of the Army thump their chests and make their feet hurt.

The captain personally escorted the two bandit soldiers who lost their armor. He clearly remembered that the two soldiers who had just returned to the trenches, picked up the portable machine gun and wanted to fight like a synchronous soldier, and clearly remembered their red eyes.

It was only after the Chuckner soldiers held one of the three that he kidnapped the two bandits.

Along the way, the two bandit fighters kicked and beat again. Struggling wildly. When they died and were unwilling to leave their companions, the captain still remembered his nose sore to this day.

Who said that this was just a group of militiamen with strong fighting power?

They are the real warriors!

This is true even for the soldiers under his command. The captain had no way to persuade the special battalion commander to go down to heal. To insist on any persuasion is an insult to the battalion commander.

From Styler's faint eyes, the captain knew that the battalion commander had never thought of leaving alive.

This is a typical Lere. He has the nature of the Lere people who don't care about anything. Half of his men fell here. He would die, and he would not let the remaining forty arbiters break through this line of defense.

As long as he recognizes things, as long as there are enemies standing in front of him, life and death are as insignificant to him as a fart.

but..........

The captain looked at the bandit sergeant in the trench with pain.

These sergeants either sit or stand, close their eyes and recuperate, or bury their heads to smoke. Everyone was covered in blood-soaked gauze, just as scarred as the mecha beside them.

Long-term high-intensity fighting has made these bandit soldiers tired and deformed. Their cheeks seemed to lose weight all at once, and their eyes grew larger due to the drooping of their eyelids. The white eyes were invisible, and they were all winding bloodshot eyes.

Only those who have seen the adjudicator in person know how terrifying it is to deal with them.

Ordinary pilots, not to mention fighting, it is impossible even to resist one trick or two. The gap between the two sides is simply not to be compensated by a passionate or desperate thought.

Those who are qualified to fight desperately with their opponents are the bandit fighters.

Yes, they have been fighting desperately since the match. The performance of the cyan mecha is obviously not as good as the opponent's twelfth-generation mecha, and their hand speed is not as good as those of the arbiter.

Facing the enemy's offensive like the Yangtze River, they can only block each other by desperately.

Desperate for such a thing, you can do it once or twice, with courage and a blank mind, just one minute or two. However, who can stand a dozen hours of life-like fighting? !

The disadvantages of mecha performance and hand speed need to be compensated by doubled physical exertion. When people are exhausted to the extreme, and still insist on fighting, that kind of pain is beyond ordinary people's imagination. Without iron-like will, it is absolutely impossible to stick to the present.

The captain did not know how the bandit fighter had survived. After every fight, they were as if they had just been picked up from the water, and their entire body was soaked with sweat. His face was pale and his lips were purple, as if he might fall down at any time, unconscious.

But when the enemy rushed up again, they greeted them again and again, fighting their enemies with their dazzling manipulation techniques.

The two-to-one battle loss ratio data makes the bandit special battalion seem to be down.

However, as long as you think of the battle of Catalonia led by ten adjudicators, you can understand what a great victory it was to kill nearly two hundred adjudicators!

This is a heavy blow to the Binalt Empire, and the destruction of the invincible myth of the adjudicator.

This news is enough to allow millions of Fiji people to take to the streets and celebrate with singing and dancing for three days!

And now, the soldiers who created this miracle are sitting quietly in this muddy trench. He spit with a grin.

The captain and his men exchanged glances.

The armor in the trenches, which had been bruised, made them worry.

No one knows how many people will remain in the next attack. The enemy is crazy. The lead arbiter mech, almost hit the position wildly. There were at least two or thirty gangster fighters who died under his command.

When the enemy retreated like a tide in the last attack, he was still rushing towards the position, and finally, several adjudicators desperately dragged him down.

Next time, when that **** rushed to the position again, how many remaining bandit generals would be left?

On the other side of the mountain, there was a vague presence of the troops assembled by West.

The Sousse who had broken their heads on the sunset mountain defense line had already exerted their last power.

Mechas without traces of smoke on their bodies appeared on the top of the mountain. The number on the outer shell of the mecha is completely different from the previous attacking troops.

This is the new force of the Sousse. One regiment, two regiments, three regiments ......... In just ten minutes, the hidden observation post in the height distinguished five different numbers.

Concentrating the forces of nearly two armored divisions on the front of the 152 heights less than two kilometers wide, the enemy commander is clearly crazy.

He is ready to fill it with human life!

Leaving aside the huge heavy and medium-sized mechas, most of the Sousse-style individual mechas have a width of more than four meters. The space necessary for running and fighting must be at least ten meters. Otherwise, there will be a crowded collision.

In normal combat, even in the most dense formation, the safety distance between the mecha and the mecha must be kept at about 18 meters. Attacking the scattered line in the highlands, this distance needs to be widened.

The front of the 152 position is less than two kilometers wide. If it is a normal attack, a row can only accommodate 100 mechs at the same time.

Now, the enemy has dispatched a total of five regiments, nearly 10,000 mechas.

This means that even if 400 mechas are packed in each row, the enemy's attack line will exceed 20 scattered lines. The mech rushing to the front has no room for dodge. They could only rush forward and rush to the 152 position. After a short pause, it will be submerged by the torrent behind.

When the front Sijo mechs fell down row by row in the dense firepower of the 152 position. The companions behind them will fill their positions and continue to move forward. As long as there are enough numbers, as long as enough sacrifices are made, they can rush into the position.

This is the most primitive attack.

It is also the most effective way for this tragic battle to the present.

The captain's complexion turned pale at this moment.

The position he was in charge of was only 50 meters wide, and the hidden trenches in the back were all adjusted up. In addition to more than a dozen gangster mechas, he was not sure to carry the enemy's attack.

The headquarters just added two battalions to 152 highlands. Even if you ask for help right now, it is difficult for any troops to move up in a short time.

Will this battle end in this way?

The captain turned his head and glanced at Stiller, and they both grinned at the same time.

The soldiers were busy before they ordered it.

They put all the weapons that they can use in the shooting position. The mechas that can be started all have their engines started. The soldiers hiding in the hidden trenches desperately ran forward. Several wounded soldiers picked the fusion grenades together like gold and tied them together.

An atmosphere of death was spreading silently. Everyone was silently preparing for the final battle.

On the other side of the hill, Sijo Mecha has already begun the final preparations before the attack.

Several mechas with officer logos ran back and forth on the attacking position. One after another, Sus mechas stepped forward and entered the attack queue.

On the hill on the far left side, hundreds of Sousse mechas have slowly poured out of position. In the center, dozens of black adjudicators appeared in view.

"Sir," the captain handed Stiller a cigarette. "Let's go up this time. We can't stand it anymore. You go up again."

"What's the matter?" Stiller's eyes flicked.

"The hybrids on the opposite side are crazy. Let's not follow their general knowledge." Captain went out and smiled: "Sir, your General Tian, ​​I'm afraid I have already conquered Qixing Town and Xiushuihe Town now. It won't take long for our main force It ’s time to invest in a counterattack. "

The sky clouds are red like blood.

The captain ’s face, calm and calm in the smoke of cigarettes: "This is the land of the Chuckners, we will lead you for the rest of your life. If you can survive, when the Allies counterattack Lere, the brothers will repay you. Um, but now, you still have to help guard the last line of defense. "

The Chakner fighters in the trenches gathered silently beside the captain.

"We are dead, it's up to you." The captain looked around and exchanged a calm look with one of his brothers. He smiled and stretched the lighter in his hand to Stiler.

A small flame fluttered in front of Stiller's eyes.

Opposite the mountain, tide-like enemies have already descended down the mountainside. The roar of trains on both sides of the group of guns was like a roar, and they were heartbroken in the sky.

Stiller put the cigarette in his mouth into the lighter, his eyes turned red suddenly.

"You are dead, I will report it to you ..."

Still, the word Qiu in Stiller's mouth hadn't been exported. Suddenly, he heard a loud assault behind the 152 position.

After a series of short sounds, followed by a long sound.

That was Chuckner's charge.

Looking back, the mountains and the wild, the battle flag fluttered.

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