Female president's private killer

Pei Litong slowly raised his hand, looked at the red mecha, frantically hanged in the enemy's mecha group, looked at the enemy's formation, was forced to close up, and watched fewer and fewer soldiers fall in the gunfire. Look at the infantry, approaching that lifeline.

"Fire! Attack! "

With Pei Litong's roar, the soldiers who had already been unable to restrain themselves felt numb with excitement. They quickly jumped out of the trench and rushed down the mountain. There was a huge roar through the clouds and rocks!

"Kill!"

When they heard the thunderous roar, the Chinese soldiers running towards 415 highland were ecstatic.

"It's our people!"

"Come, brothers, come and save us!" As they ran, they looked forward in surprise.

Countless self-propelled guns fired behind 415 heights. These self-propelled guns, completely ignoring the danger that the coordinates will be exposed as soon as they fire when Skynet is suppressed, send shells into the sky crazily and without interval. The sky was covered by white meteors, like the roar of a train entering a tunnel.

A moment later, as the first shells exploded behind the formation of the bessus armored battalion, an earth shaking roar resounded through the sky.

"Long live China!"

Countless Chinese soldiers poured down from the top of the mountain.

Although only infantry, the collective charge of thousands of people is still like the Yangtze River. The portable rockets and shells in their hands are roaring and roaring.

Hundreds of missiles, dragging twisted white tail smoke, sent out a harsh scream in the air, and thousands of shells, machine guns and rifle bullet chains formed a dense optical network in an instant.

The valley basin, already flooded with thunder, seems to have detonated 100000 tons of explosives. Countless mushroom clouds rose into the sky! Black smoke, waving its teeth and claws in the air, had no time to dissipate in the fierce mountain wind, and countless identical black smoke appeared out of thin air. Between the black smoke, there is a white smoke too thick to melt. In the white smoke, you can only hear the soil and gravel crackling to the ground. It is a red flame that flashes away and rises towards the sky.

The bessus armored battalion, torn apart by red armor, fell into greater chaos.

Their main formation was scattered under the cover of gunfire, and their small team of mecha was hanged by the red mecha running around like the wind. There are more than 400 mecha, and now there are less than 200 left. These 200 vehicles are distributed on the ground with an area of 20 square kilometers, fighting their own battles. No matter how crazy the battalion commander is, he can't focus.

The red mecha that killed the red eyes kept dividing among them.

They always appear in the most frightening place at the most frightening time, attack the most frightening place, and then disappear without a trace at the most helpless time.

The disappearance of a red mecha team often means that another red team will emerge from nowhere.

They are like a precision machine, which bite each gear seamlessly under the control of a pair of invisible hands. If you haven't been attacked by them for a period of time, you should be more careful. Maybe in the next second, three or four red knives will appear from around and stab into your body at the same time.

Fear spread in the hearts of bethus mecha soldiers.

They are not afraid of war or even death. However, they can't face such a crazy opponent waving a butcher's knife and can't catch his body shape.

When the battle enters a state in which the comrades in arms around him are constantly falling down and they want to work hard but can't find anyone, the battle can no longer be fought.

Moreover, they were instructed to do their best to prevent these enemies from approaching position 415 and to prevent the enemy from merging with position 415. They did. However, the eight mecha squadrons, which had circled from their two wings and killed the enemy's infantry queue, had been cut into melons, vegetables and slaughtered by the red mecha like a random knife before they got close to the enemy's team.

Not to mention those teams, even the two companies in front as the main force are already tottering. The original dense formation has been torn to pieces. On the whole plain, there are more than a dozen large and small mecha groups fighting their own battles. And most of them are in a circular defense formation, wary of the surroundings.

Ordinary soldiers don't understand what's going on. What they really understand is the commander of the baisus armored battalion with cold hands and feet.

The battalion commander is thirty years old.

A 30-year-old son of a new low-level noble family who started a business can become the battalion commander of the baisus armored battalion.

At the age of 16, he entered the 68 Royal Military Academy in North bethus. At the age of 20, he entered the army with four years of excellent results in all subjects, two years of special cultivation experience and the rank of captain, and became a grass-roots officer.

After eight years of hard work in the army, he finally rose to the post of main battalion with his excellent military quality and solid military command.

For him, these eight years are eight years of thick accumulation and precipitation.

A company can't play a big role on the battlefield, but a battalion can change the outcome of a war! He believes that his command skills will lead him to success in the next eight years.

But he did not expect that his dream was shattered at this moment by a dissatisfied red armored company.

He has done his best.

He was ready from the beginning of this mixed up army of mecha and infantry. Although the scouts sent out one after another had no news and brought back no intelligence, it also made him smell a trace of danger from all kinds of abnormalities.

He knows the strength of the special battalion of the 172 division. One hundred special aircraft were wiped out, and none of the more than 20 reconnaissance aircraft sent came back, which itself has explained the problem.

In this battle, he did not have the slightest feeling of belittling the enemy, let alone the intention of trying to completely annihilate the enemy.

As a commander, he learned from his mentor not only military theory and command skills, but also the control of his emotions and desires as a qualified commander.

He doesn't need to wipe out the enemy, he just needs to block the enemy, it's enough!

Any unrealistic greed, eventually brought, is usually not a dessert of victory.

Although his integrated armored battalion has more than 400 armored vehicles, the number is five or six times that of his opponent. However, weighing the gains and losses between annihilating his opponent and blocking his opponent, and weighing the unusual smell he smelled before, he chose a more stable strategy.

When the opponent appeared in the east of the basin, his troops were ready for battle and left the base in an orderly manner.

When the opponent walked to the third position of the basin, his troops had rushed up and forced the opponent's mecha troops to intercept.

When the other side pushed into the middle of the basin, his two wings had begun a large-scale encirclement. When the two wings were encircled and restrained by the opponent, his troops had begun a small detour on a larger scale.

He's determined to keep these people here!

Even if he reexamines his tactical command now, he doesn't think he has made any mistakes. The advantage of military strength has been used to the extreme, and the weakness of the opponent has also been spared. In terms of detailed command, he did his best. Skynet has been running at full speed since the battle. When the opponent's electronic system was suppressed, the whole war situation was in his hands.

However, it was under such circumstances that the commander of the other party forcibly turned the plate.

He watched his troops cut apart by a knife. Whenever he was giving orders to the war situation, he found that the commander of the other party was always ahead of him.

That guy always has a way to make the situation more chaotic. He always has a way to cut the troops he is trying to organize closer into pieces. Several times, he thought he had caught the pulse of the other party, repeatedly commanded his troops to forcibly intercept, tried to cut off the contact between the rival's wandering troops, and disrupted the opponent's continuous offensive cooperation.

Platoons and companies were running around under his command. But what you finally get is the news that you are suddenly attacked by your opponent because of the time difference, or you are calmly escaped by your opponent because of the time difference.

Time difference, time difference.

These three words, like a bloody dagger, deeply pierced his heart.

The commander of the other side used the time difference to cooperate and use the time difference to change his Red Army from one company to three companies! They turned their superior forces into weak forces that were beaten passively in some areas.

Endless gunfire fell on all sides.

In front of us, white suss mecha were fleeing in a hurry and fighting their own battles. Countless Chinese infantry poured down from position 415. They attacked along the valley and the hillsides on both sides, unscrupulously cooperating with the red mecha.

When the two opposing Chinese teams met at a small hill in the valley mouth, he heard cheers far greater than the gunfire and explosion nearby.

Everything is over.

Among the mountains beside Yaozi River, Southeast of 415 highland, six small hillsides fluctuate continuously. It looks like three bimodal camels sitting on the ground side by side. Lush vegetation and fresh air. The moss on the mountain wall, a few gurgling springs, and the crisp bird calls from time to time, are extremely quiet and peaceful.

Suddenly, the birds in the jungle flew into the sky without warning, screamed and fled in all directions.

The earth began to tremble. The tranquility was broken, the huge engine sound sounded from behind the hillside, and the dense steel mecha jumped out from behind the hillside and rolled down like galloping horses in the flying dust and smoke. The dense bushes, grass and dwarf trees were crushed at the foot of huge and heavy machinery, and countless trees were broken in the torrent of steel.

A moment later, the mecha group had crossed the mountain. The sound of footsteps and wind howling gradually faded away, and finally became low and inaudible. The hills that have regained their calm are in a mess. Looking down from the sky, four or five of the same teams are flying all the way to the same place at different mountains separated by several kilometers to dozens of kilometers!

"Sir." In the communication channel, the anxious voice of his subordinates came: "the Chinese troops at position 415 have launched an attack. The offensive was extremely fierce. Three regiments and one battalion are going to be overwhelmed. "

"Tell the first battalion commander to hold on. He'll hold on for another eight minutes and I'll write him the first merit! Promote him to be the regiment commander! " The veins on Zhongshan wing's neck jumped violently, and his eyes were as red as blood.

The sound in the communicator disappeared, leaving only the roar of the mecha engine. Zhongshan wing doesn't know what the liaison officer said to a battalion commander. He only knows how to lead the team to run. He's going to race those mud legs with two feet. Eight minutes, no! It only takes five minutes for him to get there! Let those damn Chinese lose all hope at the last minute.

For many years, the great God BAM of bethus had been watching over him. The power of the great God is everywhere.

Just five minutes, just five minutes!

In the red eyes, everything disappeared.

Mountains, trees, sunshine, rocks, everything disappeared. Even the sound seemed to disappear... Except for my own heartbeat.

Everything outside the mecha is twisted in high-speed running.

Distance, time... Only these two things are left in the whole world.

Over the mountains, down the valleys, over the streams, up the steep slopes, and along the ridge all the way, finally, it was full of countless thunder, and the damn battlefield was in front of us.

Vision, with the disappearance of the mountain slope, suddenly opened up.