Female president's private killer

Several times, those Gray figures rushed into the trenches and were fought out by the reserve team.

The trench was deeply dug, supported by bulletproof walls and curved explosion-proof sheds. I didn't feel much inside. On the shooting position, that's really fatal.

The whole position was shrouded in gunsmoke.

The shells rained around. The dense hail of bullets hit the ground in front of the position one after another. Looking out from the shooting position, the ground was full of bullet holes.

The war has been going on for nearly six hours. The enemy's attack two hours ago was the most dangerous.

At that time, less than one platoon remained in the whole trench. The troops behind were sealed in the traffic ditch by covered artillery fire, and the ammunition did not follow up. In a position 300 meters wide, only one person can be placed from one shooting position.

The enemy is obviously calculated. They attack with high intensity for several hours in a row in order to wait for that moment.

More than a dozen mecha rushed up with the dense infantry behind them. The first battle trench was broken through, several mecha had jumped out of the trench, and the machine gun was sprayed in front of Fisher. The walls of the trench, the bottom of the pit, were beaten with mud. Several soldiers were torn to pieces without a hum. The blood was scattered all over the ditch.

At that time, Fisher was shooting desperately. Hit the incoming infantry, also hit mecha. He didn't care whether it was useful or not. He didn't think he could live. Shoot if you can.

The company clerk he worked with rushed up with a fusion grenade... That guy is crazy!

Took a puff of smoke and made the smoke turn around in the lungs. Fisher found it funny that he didn't know how he survived. Anyway, he only remembered that when he was desperate, the guys from the third regiment came.

Fisher hasn't admired many people in his life, but he's not interested in these guys. He was convinced. The mecha level of those guys is really not built.

In just one round, several enemy aircraft that rushed into the position became broken copper scrap. That action is not as beautiful as a mecha can do, and it's deadly!

Fisher could even smell their murderous spirit from the ugly mecha of the third regiment.

Later, Fisher found that not only did he survive. The company employee who lost his grenade at the same distance survived. Later, reinforcements came up and ammunition was brought up. The mecha of the third regiment not only helped defend the position, but also launched a counter charge.

The wounded enemy didn't breathe for half an hour.

When the three regiments gathered behind the position to go to other defense lines, Fisher threw a cigarette to a mecha soldier.

The mecha soldier leaned weakly against the side of the cockpit and smiled at himself.

While smoking, Fisher found his hands shaking.

It's not a slight tremor, it's violent. It keeps shaking, and even it can't be accurately stuffed into your mouth.

It's said that the people of the third regiment haven't closed their eyes since they got up yesterday morning. Last night, they fought a beautiful battle in pingqiling.

Wiped out a full Armored Regiment of the cattle driven desussians. Then, they went more than 300 kilometers away and found and wiped out two blood shadow armored battalions known as the soul of the Northern League.

It's easy to say, but Fisher, who was exhausted after playing in the trench for two or three hours, can fully imagine the battle experienced by these guys of the third regiment. It must be much more intense and cruel than what you have experienced.

Moreover, before supporting their own positions, they have supported an unknown number of positions. Now, they can't rest. If the enemy's attack intensity does not weaken, they must keep running and fighting.

Part of them supported various positions along the third ring road. There's another part. They are attacking the enemy outside... After joining the fierce army, how come everyone has become a desperate madman?

Mecha can not rest... But people have to rest.

The cranky Fisher was suddenly stunned. He threw away his cigarette end and stood up and looked left and right. He felt that he had an idea and needed to report to the company commander

It's said that the guys of the fourth and fifth regiments had already been in a hurry in the base because they didn't have enough mecha and couldn't fight as infantry.

Although their training time is a little short, it's better for them to operate these ugly and powerful mecha than the people of the third regiment?

Anyway, the mecha of the third regiment has lost less than one company!

As long as we don't fight hard with the enemy and delay time, the fourth and fifth regiments will certainly have no problem!

Why didn't everyone think of this idea?

There is no mecha. Is there still a shortage of mecha soldiers?

Even if changing at one time may affect the whole war situation, can you change to a battalion at that time?

This is Prometheus town. It's not too far away to operate. You just need to pull the people of the fourth and fifth regiments to the assembly place, and you can finish it in a few minutes.

Unfortunately, officer Fang Chutian made trouble with the enemy in the central city. No one can replace them. Otherwise, with consumption, the enemy can be consumed alive!

Fisher scurried through the trenches and reported to the company commander.

It shouldn't have been bothered by an infantry, but Fisher is the most jingling man in a half pot of water.

There is no plan in the world.

Sometimes, history is changed by a small person!

"Colonel, the first combat team has finished cutting the enemy." Wei Jianshan's voice came from the communicator. Duan Tiandao pointed the telephoto at the other side of the river under the golf course. The BEIMENG infantry camp stationed there was indeed a mess.

"Second attack team, go!" Duan Tiandao ordered: "total annihilation!"

"Yes!" Hargrove, who led the second attack team, took command loudly. Then he took his team out of the urban jungle in the other direction and whirled into the position of the BEIMENG infantry battalion.

Heavy artillery fire rocked the sky.

The firepower network composed of 6mm caliber artillery and 8mm mechanism artillery instantly covered the positions of BEIMENG infantry. Those sandbags and isolation nets built between villas and low-rise buildings danced in shells and were torn to pieces.

Under the sudden attack of the two battle teams of the sharp knife company, it was obvious that the Northern League officers who did not expect the enemy to appear here shouted orders, waved pistols and tried to stop the resistance in a panic.

However, the four old mecha stationed on the position were destroyed almost without the opportunity to fire, and the soldiers fleeing everywhere were connected to the fierce gunfire of the fierce mecha, with blood flowing and broken meat flying. The living people had nothing to do but run for their lives.

The battle was over in less than ten minutes.

The whole infantry position was dead. The sandbags swept by artillery were full of holes, and sand and broken sacks were all over the ground. The original neat isolation net has finally turned into incomplete and twisted rags. Some villas and bungalows have collapsed. The beautiful goose yellow walls are covered with large dark brown holes. The rain eaves on the roof broke down, and the trees trimmed into various animal shapes were twisted into broken branches and leaves.

Duan Tiandao looked at the electronic map on the mecha computer and made a mark on the map.

This is the sixth place where the Northern Alliance troops were stationed that they destroyed.

In six attacks, three armored companies, two infantry battalions and a mixed battalion were completely wiped out. This is almost the strength of a mixed regiment.

On Duan Tiandao's computer, these attack sites are not shaped one by one.

Duan Tiandao was very proud. He believed that the Northern League commander who tried to encircle and suppress himself must be mad at this time!

Instead of besieging himself, he jumped out of the encirclement and turned around, moving south and eating away at his troops.

Now, the activity space of super sharp knife company is bigger than before!

"Colonel!" The voice of the mecha soldier in charge of investigation sounded in the communication channel: "the two mecha companies quickly approached us from west to East! Contact is expected in three minutes. "

"It's coming to the door again." Duan Tiandao simply rubbed his hands and licked his lips: "... Withdraw!"

The first district in the east of the central city.

With the roar of the engine, a red humanoid turned out from the broken wall of the church half collapsed on the street corner.

The five segment iron gray metal soles of the mecha made a rattling sound when they stepped on the broken bricks and rubble of the uneven ruins. The external auxiliary transmission rod of the leg expands and contracts back and forth. The red upper body of the mecha, buffered by the hip bone and abdominal suspension system, the pace of the random armor fluctuates rhythmically, while the ferocious gun mouth on the shoulder deviates from the bumpy state of the body under the action of the mecha computer and mechanical correction device, and always maintains the accurate and balanced direction to the suspicious area.

"Safe."

Hans Depp reported in a dull, low voice on the communication channel, and then turned the communication volume knob on his helmet to the minimum. He's really tired of that chattering team leader.

Push the control lever and stop the beloved red gust by the fountain in the little boy center square of evergreen. Stepp opens the forced ventilation system of the cockpit and opens the cockpit cover a little gap, trying to drive away the lingering smell of damned oil left in the cockpit when refitting the attack system.

On the mecha radar, there were no suspicious targets except the main team slowly approaching behind him. Stapp lit a cigarette, raised his head, adjusted the optical observer, and made a routine vigilance observation.

Evergreen district is one of the oldest urban areas in the central city, and the little boy's circular square is the intersection of eight main streets around. The streets extending radially in eight directions, like a huge Chinese character "m", cut the whole evergreen district.

Because evergreen district was built before the climate transformation of the free world, the lack of tools and materials made the people who first landed on the island have to build low houses in this district in the most primitive way.

So far, these ancient buildings with brick and wood structures have an unusual flavor of antiquity.

With the smooth transformation, more and more people migrated to the island. Evergreen district is also expanding around. Finally, this district was connected with several other central districts and became the current central city.

Nearly a hundred years have passed, and the houses here have been rebuilt and repaired several times. They are no longer the buildings of that year. However, the architectural style and the planning of the whole area are still intact.

When Stepp was a child, he often came here with his parents. The bronze statue of the naked boy in the fountain of the circular square, and the pigeons in the square. They are his best playmates when his parents sincerely pray in church.

As a teenager, the pub on the South Street was the favorite place for him and his companions. I don't know how many times they were driven out bitterly because they were not old enough, and brazenly pretended to be over 18 and went into another pub until late at night.

But now, all these beautiful memories have become ruins.

As far as I could see, the houses around the square collapsed in pieces, and the still standing ruins were full of smoke and fire. The bluestone street was covered with ragged wood and broken bricks and tiles, and the road surface of the original street could hardly be seen. The bronze boy in the central fountain has only half of his body left. The magnificent church has also collapsed. From the outside, you can directly see the broken wooden benches in the church and the crucifixion on the front Choir wall.

In my memory, the Dinan Street tavern has been destroyed by the war. Now it is empty. Only a few broken pillars, more than a meter high ruins and a long section of weeds have emerged.

Stepp looked up at the sky. A pigeon cooed and soared up with its wings, across the gray sky and under the broken eaves of the church.

The picture is beautiful.