Female president's private killer

Listening to the snoring, grinding teeth and coughing in the hole, Jeremiah stopped.

At the thought of the grave like environment inside, he couldn't help cursing a few words in a low voice. He felt that he should turn around the street a few more times instead of coming back here for no reason.

Leaning against the pit wall and lighting a cigarette, Jeremiah looked up at the central city opposite the intersection. In the night, the big guy who couldn't see the top stood silently. Because there is no energy supply, the residents of the central city have already moved away, leaving only empty buildings.

Without energy, there will be no ecological balance and circulatory system, and there will be no elevator. Even the auxiliary power grid has been cut off. Relying solely on the wind power of the building itself can not maintain the operation of the central city.

Jeremiah never goes to the building. Now, there is a stench in the building, the ecosystem has been stopped, and it is hell.

Besides, I heard that some people died in it. No one knows which room those rotten bodies are in... It's disgusting to think about it.

Jeremiah took a hard puff of smoke, a little sad. Even in such a harsh environment, a small number of people live like mice in some places at the bottom of the central city. They really have nowhere to go.

If these days continue, it won't be long before the stench will spread to the streets.

Turning to the west, Jeremiah sighed.

That's the direction of Pro Town.

Everyone knows that compared with the current central city, it is a paradise. Jeremiah doesn't know what the head is hesitating about. The food and energy that can be found in these blocks have been emptied. The materials stored in the regiment have also seen the end. Stay here, except to die. Is there any other meaning?

If I had listened to everyone's suggestions and followed the flower shaped gate that I used to take from here to go to prozhen... Even if it was just a low-level army, I could at least get enough food and clothing, which is far better than working here half dead now.

The blue smoke turned in the lungs and sprayed into gray white in the air.

Jeremiah couldn't leave easily as soon as his mind turned to Provo

He has seen all kinds of people in the free world for so many years.

The world seems free, but the hidden rules can drive everyone who doesn't understand the world and tries to show their strength crazy.

But the one in the west is really a miracle.

He came barehanded. In the phantom stream mecha hall, a man threw over more than a dozen good fighters and dozens of mecha soldiers in teliu to take nude photos to coerce Cooper, but finally became the elder of teliu and the curator of the pro Branch

These are no secrets.

But when Jeremiah first saw the inside story spread on the Internet, he still laughed off his chin... Fang Chutian, who looked very simple and honest, turned out to be an asshole.

We'll all know what's behind.

In just a few days, this guy even eliminated and played, and completely lit the long-standing contradiction powder keg between schools.

Then, 120 black mecha crisscrossed the town, established a genre mutual aid alliance, raided Silicon Valley, and the four factions came to invest. Pro Town, it seems that it completed a gorgeous turn overnight. It's amazing to turn your hand over the clouds and cover your hand with the rain.

None of the three schools could get along, but the insidious northern business alliance took advantage.

Now, the only thing that can compete with the northern business alliance, except the Longxing meeting, which is shrinking its head and dead, is the fierce army of prozhen in the west, which has grown at a lightning speed.

With a flick of the thumb and middle finger, the cigarette end in the hand flew out of a rolling bright red arc in the night and fell into the muddy water with a wheeze.

Jeremiah smiled bitterly. As a peripheral student who had studied in tailiu for two periods, he really hoped that Duan Tiandao was not the curator of the Pro Town, but the curator of his Xiqi District branch. In that case, perhaps he would not be so painful and confused about the future now.

This free port will be a fierce army.

This is the position that Jeremiah has always adhered to.

He is not a militarist, nor can he analyze the situation. All he knew was that the fierce Army started with bare hands, and their achievements far exceeded the long-standing northern business alliance. Moreover, as long as he compares the ragged and miserable appearance of the central city with the vitality of the town of pro, the people's support is enough to make him almost stick to his position.

I hope my head can make a decision early.

The central city is about to become a dead city. Hunger, disease, slaughter

He doesn't want to stay in this hell for a moment.

Sleepy, finally there are some signs of erosion.

Jeremiah found an excuse for himself to get into the hole. Before entering the hole, he inadvertently looked up at the sky

He grew up with a mouth and straight eyes

A dark shadow, like a ghost, rushed from the sky to the vertical wall of a building in the central city and pasted there like a gecko.

After a silent pause for a second, it jumped and shot off to another building. This time, it didn't stop, but took advantage of a turning point to rush to the third building

Behind it are dozens of dazzling shadows, which are in the air. Leaping through the central cities. Like flying bats, their amazing jumping power led them to jump from one building to another, cling to the outer wall of the building, and push it gently... After a moment, everything disappeared into the darkness.

The gun in Jeremiah's hand. Fell to the ground.

He rubbed his eyes hard. There was nothing in the sky except the towering central city and the stars

Jeremiah looked around and looked around. He looked for other companions around him to see the same scene to prove that he had no dazzle or insanity... The degree of flexibility, at that height

Is that a mecha or a fighter in a mecha?

Where are they from? Where are you going?

it's time for bed!

Jeremiah shivered and hurried into the hole.

He knew that some things should be regarded as not seeing. As long as no shells fell on his head, it was none of his business.

Continue to look for the leader tomorrow. He must make up his mind to go to pro town. With the rusty and broken mecha in the regiment, he can't get along in this world!

After receiving Duan Tiandao's order, Ma Wei assembled the team at the first time.

Duan Tiandao read the battle plan and the whole war situation deduction three times. He knew that this battle for the protection of the general public would be an extremely arduous test for the three regiments who set foot on the battlefield for the first time.

The enemy's five-way offensive is distributed in the southeast and northwest of PLO town. If the Colonel did not order the contraction of troops in the fortified area of the third ring line at the first time, just running back and forth can make the three regiments half dead, let alone fight.

The current Northern League armed forces are no longer the kind of Armored Regiment that attacked the town of pro.

The mecha combat system and electronic mecha supported by the SUS Empire have raised their combat level by more than one level, and the long-time combat has also turned these guys who had only training experience into bloodthirsty and cold soldiers.

In addition to being inferior to the Northern League in combat experience, the third regiment is also facing another problem... Fatigue!

In Duan Tiandao's battle plan, this problem is put forward emphatically.

The fatigue faced by the three regiments is not only physical, but also psychological. After the first large-scale battle, the first blood killing and the first blood boiling victory, any recruit will have a certain excitement period. However, if this excitement period is maintained for too long, the subsequent fatigue period will become more and more serious.

This is inevitable.

The best solution is to have a rest and recovery time after the battle, change the mental state and become calm and rational by relying on human psychological adjustment.

However, the third regiment has no such time!

From now on, to 36 hours later, there is no!

Not only that, they also have to move, ambush, launch attacks and travel long distances... Fierce, static and all kinds of behavior environments, which is a great test of people's will!

During the war, they may be over excited, and they may also be absent-minded or even fall asleep during the monotonous journey and ambush.

The longer it takes, the more serious the situation becomes. The direct result of all this is a significant reduction in combat effectiveness.

The enemy is robbing the fierce army of time, but this time is relative. Duan Tiandao emphasized in the battle plan that if the enemy wants, they can even surround without fighting, or rely on their command and coordination to hit one hammer in the East and one hammer in the West. The initiative is in their hands, and they are not in a hurry. This is also the reason why their troops move forward steadily.

Only when the three regiments hurt them and the time is tight, will they rush to break through PLO town before the friendly troops are eaten. Before that, the three regiments can be dragged down.

Therefore, the next 36 hours will not be 36 hours of safe defense, but 36 hours of extremely arduous and continuous fighting and 36 hours of fighting wit and strength.

Now, the enemy's fastest offensive is less than 100 kilometers away from the outer line of defense of PLO town.

The third regiment must attack first and try to break one of the enemy's fingers before they are surrounded by five routes.

This opportunity is only available before the enemy contacts the defense line of PLO Town, and only this night.

transient.

The weather of the free port always changes. Just now it was still high and bright. However, in a few hours, thick clouds accumulated in the sky. This is the unique wandering rain cloud of the free port.

Marvey stopped the mecha on the hillside.

In the night, the mecha with searchlights turned on row by row, like flowing stars. Rolled past him. In the communication channel, the voices of several battalion commanders such as kozmo came from time to time.

"Come on! Keep up. "

"Stay in formation... Pay attention to the command channel orders and don't patronize chatting on the regional channel."

"Stop it, don't you just kill three mecha? You're playing in front!"

"Logistics transport mecha, don't fall behind."

A white light shone in the sky, and low thunder rolled through the clouds.

A moment later, the big bean raindrops fell crackling down, getting bigger and bigger. In the twinkling of an eye, the whole world has become a world of water.

Public waters near Freeport.

From a distance, an island as big as egg yolk in a black box appears quietly in the sea.

Beside a huge dark brown Island, three UAVs rotate silently in their respective orbits. The side of one of them facing the island is the red beard pirate base, which is now the location of the Hummer No. 1 base.

If she hadn't met the fierce army, avrola would never have come here.

Standing on the high platform of the dock, avrola and a group of senior suss officers are staring at the ship's position and building a warship.

The whole dock was a busy scene.

Hundreds of mechanics and staff are working hard on the maintenance rack. The machine tools and giant shaped stamping devices not far away make a deafening sound. The transport mecha runs back and forth on the transport channel, and the ship flashes dazzling light from time to time.