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Stapp watched quietly. It was the only thing that survived in his memory.

These pigeons have lived here for many years. They can't leave here. I don't know whether these animals will realize that all this in front of them means a disaster when they see the world with their smart eyes.

Perhaps they without thoughts are happier than human beings in troubled times.

The sound of engines and footsteps.

Eleven mecha came together one after another from all directions to the small circular square, which was the people of the reconnaissance team. I'm responsible for the guard of the brigade. I think I've surveyed all around.

Stepp continued to look up at the half roof of the church. In his opinion, waiting for the pigeon to reappear was far more important than any other companion.

"These damn Pro Town bandits."

A gust of wind stopped by the pool. The cabin door was opened. With a pair of triangular eyes and thin like a monkey, the captain of the detection team jumped out of the cabin, opened his pants chain and peed in the dry pool. He kept swearing: "let me catch them, I have to show them!"

Stepp looked at the captain with disdain, threw away his cigarette end and closed the hatch heavily.

Show others?

In addition to walking around behind other people's buttocks and keeping a careful distance from each other to prevent sneak attacks, the only thing they can do is to watch the campsites destroyed by others.

The fact that the Fourth Battalion was destroyed has long frightened everyone, including the headquarters. Perhaps the only one who dares to shout is the monkey who is used to boasting!

"The third group, go and replace the first group. Keep alert. " The monkey team leader shook his body, pulled up his trouser chain and arranged an extended alert task. He turned back and saw Stepp's mecha. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes and waved, "Stepp, you too!"

Six red mecha started, stepped on the uneven ruins and walked to the southeast. The narrow streets had already been buried by the ruins. The scattered mecha simply passed through the empty ruins of the house. Some brick walls fell to the ground and raised a piece of dust.

Perhaps frightened by the arrival of the mecha, the pigeon that flew into the half roof of the Church never appeared again.

Stapp sighed, started the mecha, walked slowly through several companions who were leaning against the mecha to chat and smoke, and walked to the southeast. When he crossed a small hotel building with a big hole in the front wall, he looked back at the church and heard the sudden laughter of the monkey captain and flattering companions.

Staples suddenly felt a little sad. He didn't understand why he wanted to join the army so madly. Starting from an ordinary mercenary, like many young people in Freeport, he worked hard to train and express himself in order to join this almost mythical armored battalion in their propaganda.

At that time, their blood was boiling. They always wanted to prove themselves and make achievements!

They believe that there will always be a big war in the free world.

Those are ordinary young people who can't become the core disciples of mecha school. The only chance to overthrow the inherent order of the world, achieve some achievements and completely overthrow those arrogant machine men.

They believe that only the Northern League is the real army. Their persistence in receiving cruel training for themselves made the Northern League a blockbuster in the upcoming war. And excited.

Until now, Stapp still remembers his vanity when he whispered about the blood shadow mecha regiment with his companions and watched the recruits who didn't know anything eager to gather around and listen; I still remember mysteriously telling those recruits how powerful this almost mythical mecha group was and how shallow I was.

Of course, he remembered that he couldn't sleep for several days when he learned that he had been selected to be trained in the blood shadow mecha regiment. When walking on the road, he always holds his head high and looks straight, while collecting people's envious eyes with his spare light.

The mecha is getting farther and farther away from the central square. Looking at the empty ruins, we can vaguely see that the first company and the second company of the second battalion are passing through the wide gentle slope of the urban highland garden two kilometers away and entering the ruins of the buildings in the evergreen block.

Stepp spat hard.

Now, all the mysterious aura of this army has faded.

These are a bunch of inhuman bastards!

And like many people, he is a poor wretch threatened by bastards like Captain monkey! At the beginning, I kept telling myself that this was war. Destroy the city. The indiscriminate slaughter of all immediate targets is part of the war.

It was not until one day that I learned that most of the top officials of the Northern League and even grass-roots officers such as monkeys were the remnants of the Nazi party that I suddenly realized that in the eyes of these bastards, ordinary people's lives were no different from pigs and dogs.

Shooting civilians at will is not the need of war, it's just because they want to do so.

But what if I knew? When the War reached this point, I had no way back!

Stepp looked behind him. Maybe he should find a chance to give the monkey captain who once killed more than a dozen civilians in front of him a fatal black gun.

Taking over the first team of extended vigilance, Stapp began boring routine monitoring again, 360 degree rotating telephoto, cooperating with dynamic target scanner to monitor every target that may have moved or is moving.

Radar plays a very small role here. The stealth mode of general mecha can reduce the detected area of mecha to the size of a lunch box, which is difficult to detect. In addition, the uneven terrain reduces the radar detection angle. If it does not cooperate with dynamic scanning, it is useless at all.

When the volume was turned to the lowest communication channel, there came the voice of company commander Elmer giving instructions.

Perhaps after receiving the new news about the fierce army mecha team from the headquarters, Elmer cursed loudly, in a tone similar to that of Captain monkey. Elmer was very angry at the fact that he was led around by the nose by the fierce army mecha team.

Stapp knew that since the Fourth Battalion was annihilated, the headquarters ordered the first and second battalions to keep close enough to avoid being broken by the enemy. After all, except for the armored battalions of the infantry division with low combat effectiveness, these two battalions of the blood shadow mecha regiment are the main armored forces in the central city, which can not be lost.

However, the headquarters obviously didn't want to protect themselves. In other words, the action of the Humvee armored team has angered the headquarters. They easily jumped out of the encirclement formed by the Northern League forces and attacked any target they wanted along the way.

Among the targets attacked, there was a certain section of defense, an infantry regiment's station, a logistics transfer station, a warehouse for storing materials, a gun maintenance office and a bridge.

The enraged headquarters mobilized almost all the troops that could be mobilized, trying to limit the movement space of the fierce army's mecha team, drag them down, and annihilate them.

So, although ordered not to be too far away from each other. The first and second battalions of the blood shadow mecha regiment are still busy moving around with the main base as the center, cooperating with the temporary blocking points formed by the infantry to compress.

Stapp believed that the guy who led the fierce army team was definitely an expert in hide and seek.

From East Zone 2 to West Zone 1, then to East Zone 1, and finally back to two blood shadow armored battalions in East Zone 2, they were almost lured crazy by their opponents!

Most of the time, they can't even see the shadow of their opponent. Only through the orders and news from the headquarters can they know who the opponent attacked and where he went. Then they cancel the previous action orders, change the direction and continue to pursue.

On several occasions, the investigation team in charge of proliferation alert almost caught the opponent's tail.

Stepp himself even saw with his own eyes a blue mecha running across the hillside less than a kilometer away

But so what? At this time, there is always a warning from the headquarters about the disconnection of the overall distance.

If the pursuit continues, the friendly forces will not be able to arrive for support within the specified time. When the friendly forces reached the corresponding position, those cyan mecha had no idea where to go.

Stapp found it a little ridiculous. He was not only led by the nose by the enemy, but also by the tail by the friendly army.

Such actions, apart from wasting energy and energy, are really meaningless. After circling for hours, even the most energetic self in the company was a little tired. Other companions, I'm afraid, are more painful.

This meaningless mobilization without goal and repeated running is a double blow to the body and spirit.

Soon, the command was given through the team channel.

Stepp smiled bitterly. No wonder Elmer was angry. The third company and the first battalion were separated again.

They came from the south, because the fierce army team had just blown up the highway bridge on the inland river, and the engineers could not complete the laying of the temporary bridge before they arrived, so they would be more than 20 minutes late again.

This means that the two companies of the second battalion have to return the same way. Try to be close to the Inland River Highway Bridge to avoid the overall disconnection and repeat the mistakes of the Fourth Battalion.

In the communication channel, curses and cries of pain became one.

Stepp turned his head and saw that the gusts that had just entered the evergreen block were turning disorderly in place, waiting for the mecha behind to turn and leave. The mecha parked in the little boy's central square is also in a mess. Those who move fast have started the mecha and rushed back. Those who move slowly are still closing the just opened cockpit.

What strict discipline and order have disappeared at the moment.

Complaining is human nature and the most infectious virus.

Several hours of round-trip running has exhausted everyone and lost patience. What's more terrible is that the trust and obedience to the headquarters, including Stapp himself, has now become a suspicion that the staff officers don't have back pain when they sit and talk. Shit, what do they want to do when they move so idiotically?

Six other mecha, who are responsible for expanding the guard, have come.

Stapp lit a cigarette and watched his companions standing beside him. There was a guy who even controlled the mecha to sit on the ground. It seemed that the mecha could get a rest.

This group is basically local people from Freeport. They often complain and even angry about the actions of the Northern Alliance in private.

Since the back team has changed to the front team, these people can't be on guard. Stepp suddenly felt as if he had just watched a movie and waited for the crowd to leave. They don't want to join the fun.

Dynamic scanner, beeping warning.

Stepley didn't pay any attention.

This thing can't distinguish friends from enemies. Now the gusts of the two companies are scrambling around. It's strange that the scanner doesn't give a warning.

Hysterical with the sound of the warning, stump raised his head and reached out to turn off the switch.

Then... He saw a picture that he had not forgotten until his old death.

In the ruins in the distance, dozens of cyan mecha scattered, close to the ground, rushed to the crowded red mecha group.

Like dozens of green wolves hunting in the grass!

go by like the wind!