Female president's private killer

But fortunately, there are only three.

Sablin has long heard of the 12th generation mecha of the American Empire. The deeds of the mecha known as the arbiter's great power on all major battlefields have become a legend among the mechs of the baisus empire.

This time the baisus Empire asked for help and also applied to the American Empire for the assistance of this legendary super mecha.

Because I've heard of the combat characteristics and performance of that kind of mecha, the more sablin looks at the three white mecha in front of him, the more his heart beats!

These three mecha are not comparable to ordinary mecha in terms of their amazing instantaneous starting speed, or their super defense and attack power. As a major general with access to many important information, sablin has never even heard of this kind of machine armor. The performance of this machine armor is even stronger than the anubis he drives.

What kind of mecha will it be? Do you need an answer?

This is the latest 12th generation mecha developed by Huaxia!

If we can capture a car, its significance and credit are no less than winning a large-scale battle.

Fear and expectation are intertwined in sablin's heart, which is an unspeakable taste. Entangled, there is only one irresistible and lingering idea.

Catch them, catch them anyway!

The bessus fighter surrounded by two wings has been very close to the forward force of the red mecha. Two of the three white mecha were forced to leave the tail array and burst into the two wings of the red mecha group at a speed of at least 800 kilometers per hour. Each led more than ten red mecha to divert left and right, trying to stop the closure of the two wings bessus encircling the mecha.

The earth shook violently under the footsteps of mecha.

Hundreds of fast-moving mecha move rapidly on the hillside, on the flat ground and in the jungle. In the blink of an eye, the two winged mecha had slammed into the red mecha group.

Break, block!

The moment of contact between the two sides is a dizzying battle.

The surrounding trees, cracked in shells or broken, scattered and shot. Soil and broken rocks soared up from the undulating hillside and threw into the sky.

"Go, go!" There was an anxious roar in the red mecha group suppressed by the baisus electronic attack.

The red metal torrent in the center is accelerating frantically, and the black mecha on both wings are desperately trying to break through the interception and complete the closure.

The contest between the two sides was divided in the blink of an eye.

After sacrificing at least six red mecha, the Chinese finally found a glimmer of life. Under the desperate cover of their companions on both sides, the central cluster poured out from the gap that had not been closed and plunged into the not wide canyon.

Dust, smoke, sand, fierce mecha fighting sound, harsh engine scream, and violent gunfire echoed throughout the valley.

"Chase! Chase me! " Sablin roared.

He has seen the command issued by the command system on the mecha computer.

The second and third battalions of the second regiment closely followed the blade camp and approached this side at full speed.

The strength of the second armored battalion is definitely not comparable to that of a fleeing second rate Chinese army. No matter whether the main force of the enemy is in front or not, no matter how many enemies there are in front, sablin believes that no one can stop the advance of the blade camp.

The armored company in front of us, as well as the three white mecha, are the prey that will bite the throat!

At the moment of retreating into the canyon after the break, Baz felt that his strength was almost gone.

This time, the company led by him paid the price of 18 mecha soldiers.

The strength of the bessus armored battalion behind him is much higher than that of ordinary machine armor soldiers. Compared with this group of fierce wolves, the reconnaissance teams that made him feel strong before were like domestic pugs!

At least ten of the 18 Chinese soldiers killed in battle were forcibly rushed up and dragged down by the crazy baisus mecha. Themselves, infantry and Mountbatten have done their best, but those pesus fighters under their own threat have no regard for their own safety.

Their mecha control technology is extremely simple and effective. In close combat, they can clearly see the skillful use of mecha fighting skills.

Such a soldier, in Freeport, may just be a mecha fighter, who can be rated as a mecha knight. But a group of such soldiers, who have experienced severe war training, have rich combat experience and strict tactical discipline, are a kind of terrorist force.

What they fear most is not their technology, but their experience, their quality and their desperation!

Such an opponent is not the opponent in the plan.

What will be the price of trying to wipe out such a battalion with 400 mecha?

Sir Fang Chutian, will you fight? Can you fight? What choice would he make?

In the twinkling of an eye, the team had reached the middle of the canyon.

Baz, infantry and Mountbatten rushed left and right and fought hard.

The performance of white thunder has been brought into full play. In the shrill engine howling, the transmission rod of the mecha was twitching rapidly, and the arms and legs had turned into several invisible phantoms. I can only hear the roar of gold and iron, and the loud sound of the air being torn and blasted.

Other mecha fighters in a company have also tried their best.

As a tactical commander, Li Weiguo drove a captured civet and fought hard in the crazy killing of the enemy. One third of his external armor had fallen off, exposing a large metal shell on his shoulder, back and thigh.

Civet cat is fighting desperately. In the face of more and more baisus mecha around him, Li Weiguo's every move is to die together.

Beside him, more than a dozen Chinese soldiers formed a circular defensive formation, retreating and fighting to resist the enemy's attack. In addition to the extremely cruel close hanging, the shells of these mecha did not stop for a moment. Even if the opponent is close at hand, the shells are still firing again and again.

From the middle of the canyon to the end of the canyon, at least 20 baisus mecha and almost the same number of Chinese mecha fell.

"Die!"

A Taihang flashed over the whip leg of a civet, rushed frantically, knocked the civet to the ground, and two mecha rolled on the ground. Like a hand to hand fight, you punch and I kick, ready to attack the weakness of your opponent. The heads of the mecha on both sides have become scrap iron, the armor is broken, and the shell is twisted into no shape.

Next to the two fighting soldiers, other soldiers on both sides are rushing up desperately.

A white sus mecha tried to support his fallen companion, but he just took a step and was hugged by another red mecha like a rogue before he got out of his leg.

Another white sus mecha flew up and stepped down in the air in an attempt to destroy the leg hugging red mecha, but when he saw that he was about to succeed, he was rushed by another red mecha from the oblique stab and flew away with a shoulder.

The two sides were hanged together, and such battles could be seen almost everywhere.

There are a large number of baisus mecha soldiers with strong strength. They are all fierce and not afraid of death, but the red mecha is also the same. The formations of the two sides were torn apart from each other and gathered desperately. The shells hit the body and opened fire. Each of them was a deadly play.

Except for three rampant white mecha and four distinctive anubis, the other pilots have no skills to speak of.

One punch blocked the attack of the white mecha in front of him. Sablin stepped back two steps and was protected by several civets.

In just a few seconds, he was almost killed by the Chinese fighter in front of him.

When he retreated, his heart could not be calmed. The danger just made his hair stand up.

"Come on, bitch!" Baz's mouth was always vicious. When the loudspeaker was turned on to the maximum, he sprayed at the white sus mecha of the wolf head man: "come here, I'll kill you to eat dog meat!"

Sablin's eyes were as red as red. As a level 9 mecha soldier, it was a great shame to be forced back by several punches. What he didn't expect was that the opponent turned on the loudspeaker and shouted abuse when fighting.

But soon he contained his anger. The enemy in front of us is obviously a turtle in a jar.

The winner is qualified to laugh. The opponent scolded for a moment. When he fell into his own hands, he would let him know what life is better than death.

"Scold." Sablin turned on the loudspeaker and sneered: "see when you can scold. When you fall into my hand, I'll let you eat your words into your asshole..."

Before he finished, suddenly, on the hillside at the end of the canyon, a loud bugle sounded, and countless red mecha poured down the hillside like rolling thunder.

At the front, there are four identical white mecha.

too bad!

It's a trap!

Sablin's eyes and canthus are about to crack.

The white mecha in front of me burst out a burst of crazy laughter. In the laughter, there was incomparable complacency.

"Kill!"

The sound was earth shaking.

"Hua Hua!"

When the scream of killing exploded in the ear, the computers of all white suss mecha issued a rapid warning sound at the same time.

In this urging voice, communication was suddenly interrupted and the command and coordination system immediately failed.

The computer screen was wildly distorted in the strong electronic attack, and the computer-aided system operated by the mecha also crashed, program errors, power output ups and downs, and even crashed directly.

"Shrink formation!" Sablin gave the order at the first time.

His orders spread through the confusion through the megaphone of the mecha and the cries of the guards around.

The mecha soldiers of the blade camp who fought around began to shrink at the same time.

Despite the unexpected ambush, the whole battalion did not fall into a big panic. The formation contraction is orderly. Even Baz's desperate attempt to delay their contraction at this critical moment failed.

The red mecha rolling down the hillside have all appeared.

One hundred, two hundred, no more than 240!

After waiting for a moment, there was no red on the bare hillside!

Sablin had already mentioned his voice, his heart finally fell down, his blood surged up, his heart beat like thunder, and his mind turned back and forth, just two words of luck.

At this time, we can't escape. Let alone at the beginning of the other party's ambush, the mountain on the left side of the canyon has been dragged and guarded by a simultaneous Chinese armored force. Just because of the cross cutting situation in front of us, we can't allow ourselves to make the mistake of retreating.

In such a situation, a retreat is a flight.

Sablin looked around. After the initial uncertainty, the most elite armored battalion of the second division quickly recovered its calm.

The soldiers' movements are still smooth and concise, the cooperation is still tacit, and the formation is still complete. With the contraction of the formation, a confidence and momentum generated from the collective calm and calm are spreading.

This is the difference between elite and ordinary soldiers!

This is the difference between blade camp and ordinary combat units!

The elite of blade camp is not only reflected in the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers.

These soldiers get along day and night and have experienced hundreds of battles. Their rich experience, mutual trust, tacit cooperation and strict discipline are the most fundamental strength of this group!