Female president's private killer

"Pa!" A Chinese corporal slapped him on the cheek: "I'm a pig!"

Seeing a first-class soldier beside him looking at himself in surprise, the corporal stared and scolded, "what are you looking at! You're a fucking pig! "

First class: "

Gunfire, sparse down.

The bassus infantry shrank behind the jungle mounds and rocks and hid themselves against the angle of the hillside.

Most of their officers had fallen behind them. If it were not for the regional communication channel, the bloodthirsty and cruel lower aristocracy was still threatening them with the most vicious language, they would have retired.

They had never seen so many officers fall in a battle. The mysterious sniper had covered their hearts with an inseparable haze.

The fear of being pointed at the head at any time was like invisible smoke, which gathered from the bodies of the snipers and suffocated them. It was a kind of death that could be felt and smelled.

When everyone is charging, they still have a fluke mentality, but when everyone bends down, no one is willing to take another head and act as the target of the damn sniper.

Besides, the other party has a mecha.

At the front of this position, which is only 100 meters wide, a mecha is almost invincible for infantry without position protection. The baisus soldiers have enough reason to wait.

With the cover of mecha fire, the sniper in the position is more efficient. According to the rules of machine step coordination, they should wait for their mecha to kill each other's junk first.

Rags rushed to Toyama.

When it jumped out of the position, it first changed its direction skillfully. Originally, it fell to the left front. When it kicked on the ground with its left foot, its body folded to the right. The whole body jumped and walked in a Z-shape, making it look like a silver lightning. In the sound of Zizi's electric current, he attacked some stunned rich mountains with the potential of lightning.

The breath of the Chinese soldiers present became unusually rapid.

When they saw Fushan who had regained his mind, they had turned the muzzle and locked the tattered Taihang. When the muzzle wrapped with light filament suddenly lit up, their beating hearts were as if they had been severely grabbed by one hand!

It's just a mecha that took 20 minutes to piece together all kinds of parts! In the face of complete Toyama, there is almost no chance of winning!

And now they've fired!

Wang Zheng closed his eyes and beat his head hard on the ground; Shen Ming lowered his eyes and murmured in his mouth. He didn't know what he was talking about; Feng Laosi next to him stared straight at Duan Tiandao; Sun Ping clenched his teeth and nervously turned his head away.

The shell flashed past.

Taihang's body deviated slightly, like a silver fox leaping in the mountains and forests, and dodged the shell flexibly and fluently.

The shell went straight into the slope, and the explosion burst into the sky on the mud. In a twinkling, the root of a broken tree turned into fragments shooting around. In the falling mud rain, the distance between Taihang and Fushan was less than 60 meters!

This mecha is so shabby, but its action is so wonderful.

After a short silence, there was a loud cheer in the position!

"I'm a fucking pig!" The first-class soldier who had just been scolded looked directly at the surprised and almost crazy eyes of the corporal beside him and gave himself a big mouth.

He had no hope of miracles, but at the moment, miracles happened.

The mecha was repaired, stood up, jumped out of the position and avoided the enemy's shells!

Nima doesn't care if she can win! This moment is victory!

"Fire! Fucking fight! " A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"Fight!" The Chinese soldiers who came back to their senses held the trigger with trembling fingers. The sound of gunfire is like a loud symphony. When the first note pops up, it comes to the climax.

The light net of bullets intertwined with the white suss soldiers who fiercely jumped on the hillside. The earth is flying in the storm like shooting, the rocks are breaking, and every note composed of gunfire and roar is so surging, intense and deafening.

They want to use this gunshot to accompany the mecha soldiers who rush to the enemy like lightning! Walk for him!

Suddenly, in the loud gunfire, the distance between Taihang and Toyama was getting closer and closer.

"Kill!"

Kozmo fiercely pulled the control lever, and the mecha hit the enemy like a shell!

"Rubbish, die!"

A cold hum came from Toyama's loudspeaker.

All the bethusians, including Corleone on the attack position at the foot of the mountain, felt a little absurd.

A ragged vehicle that looks like it will fall apart at any time, and dare to launch an assault on the medium-sized individual mecha Fushan of bethus?

In modern war, the performance of mecha is the biggest factor determining the victory or defeat of battle. In terms of performance, Toyama and Taihang were originally between Bozhong. If Taihang were a complete mecha, the victory or defeat would be uncertain. But now

It has nothing to do with arrogance, it's common sense!

Mecha is a weapon of war, not a toy! Who would believe that a mecha with two different mechanical legs can win the battle of life and death?

With a cold hum, the mecha soldier of Toyama stepped forward, made a strong and heavy punch and went straight to the chest of Taihang.

As a level 5 mecha fighter, he has experienced countless battles, and countless enemies fell in front of him.

Among them, there are many advanced mecha and many strong ones! But there has never been an idiot who drives this piece of mecha in front of him!

Although he can't compare with the mecha soldiers of those armored divisions, he is definitely an expert among the pilots.

He wants to smash the creaking pieces of the mecha in front of him into an iron rain. He wants to give birth to a glimmer of hope that the Chinese people can finally put together!

"Boom!"

The collision of two mecha, like a huge bomb, exploded in the jungle.

The harsh sound of metal impact was breathtaking. The shock wave rolled up the dust all over the sky. The branches of the trees that had been blasted around were shaking violently. The only leaves were pulled away from the branches and flew into the sky with the diffuse smoke and dust.

The soldiers of both sides held their breath.

Dust obscured their eyes, and they could only see the black shadows of two fighting each other in the dust in the sky in the deafening crash.

A big tree was broken and fell down. A huge bluestone turned into countless rubble and flew around. The earth trembled under the frantic footsteps of the mecha, and its fists and feet tore through the air, making a harsh scream, and the wind was strong.

"Five, four, three..."

Duan Tiandao squatted in the ditch and changed the clip for the sniper gun.

His body was full of mud, and his face was washed out of trenches by sweat. Outside his green military shirt, he was wearing a bulletproof vest, his blue trouser legs were stuffed into his boots, and two holes had been worn in his knees.

No way. No matter how strong and invincible his body is, it's none of his business.

Beside him, two or three Chinese wounded soldiers looked at him without blinking and listened to his mouth count down slowly.

After shooting the clip, Duan Tiandao smiled at several wounded soldiers and said to himself, "two, one."

The violent sound of the exchange of gold and iron stopped suddenly!

In the endless gunfire and smoke, the tattered Taihang, like the demon God out of hell, broke out in the smoke and dust.

It strode to the position.

The dust in the sky swept behind it with the chaotic wind in the mountains and forests.

Everyone's eyes fell on its hands.

The Chinese soldiers clenched their teeth and trembled with excitement. The bessus soldiers lying on the hillside began to retreat one by one. First, one by one, two by two, then, more and more people joined the ranks of the decline. Finally, the whole three rows of scattered troops have evolved into a desperate retreat!

Less than twenty seconds!

Toyama, who used to be arrogant, has become a soft dead dog in the hands of Taihang!

Cheers rose to the sky. Dozens of ecstatic men straightened their throats and howled.

There was jubilation on the battlefield.

"Bang Dang!"

As soon as Taihang was thrown away, Toyama fell into the machine armour trench, which made the scrap iron next to him jump and splash mud and water.

Before kozmo jumped out of the mecha, a skilled mechanic came forward and opened Toyama's cockpit. Several miscellaneous soldiers hiding behind the position rushed up and carried out the frightened baisus mecha soldiers like rabbits.

Mr. bethus's face was very white. He honestly let the Chinese soldiers scold and manipulate him. Facing the muzzle of his gun, he showed an incomparably cooperative attitude, controlled himself not to have any behavior to annoy the enemy. A pair of small triangular eyes, with a trace of pity and panic, tried to awaken the sympathy of the winner.

At this time, he had no connection with the arrogant and domineering mecha that wantonly poured fire in front of the position.

In this world, there is no one who is not afraid of death.

Anyone who pats his chest and says that he is not afraid of death is just a detached state for a moment. We should investigate it carefully. No one dares to say that he will treat death like home all his life.

There are such people. It is estimated that Duan Tiandao will take a mouthful of saliva. Fuck you, pretend to be in front of me, right?

The positional battle is over.

The retreating Baisu people, in the follow-up fire pursuit, finally did not revive the counterattack.

The soldiers in gray uniforms lost all their courage. They fled into the bunker at the foot of the mountain. Even a bessus officer brandishing a pistol on the position killed several soldiers running in front, but he could not stop the panic crowd.

The war was defeated like a mountain.

Once you choose to run and turn your back to the enemy, you will always feel as if there is something staring at your back. It is chilly. Under the pressure of fear of death, you can't stop if you want to.

Faced with such a rout, experienced Chinese soldiers will not let go.

Unlike previous battles, the only thing they need to do when pursuing fire is to aim and shoot.

It was a brief and tragic massacre.

The white suss soldiers who ran to seize the road at the foot of the mountain were shot and killed in rows. The rolling Gray figures either knelt rigidly or stumbled down, and the bodies were scattered all over the hillside.

The sparse trees echoed with the sound of soul chasing guns and heartrending screams.

No matter how fast a man's legs are, they can't be faster than bullets after all. When more than 200 bessus soldiers who took part in the charge turned and fled, only 156, and no more than 60 or 70 finally returned to their positions.

This was the 23rd attack repulsed by the Chinese soldiers.

A miraculous battle.

The gap between knowing that you will lose and die, but turning around to win, is really exciting for these exhausted men.

They howled at their throats, and the thick and thin blood vessels of their fingers jumped under their red necks.

Clearly visible.