Female president's private killer

Standing in front of Petrov with a livid face, Yegor looked pale and a cold sweat rustled down.

Two minutes before he arrived at the headquarters, he had just received the news that the offensive launched by the third and fourth regiments had been frustrated again. The third regiment was better, and the fourth regiment on the left was almost defeated by the enemy's counterattack. If it wasn't for the protection of the guards directly under the regiment, the head would almost be killed on the spot!

"How long will it take to win the maple leaf slope?"

Before the temperature dropped below freezing, Petrov finally spoke. He looked at Yegor, his eyes were like a knife, which could cut countless bloody wounds on people's skin!

The officers and staff on one side were silent and looked at Yegor piteously. This question is Petrov's last chance to Yegor.

The mistakes of the 2122 division almost ruined the whole western front of Phoenix. If we didn't know that there was still a regiment of 2111 division in Xiantian Canyon, the enemy would never pass through the narrow natural danger in a short time. I'm afraid Petrov would go to the front line "I'm sorry, Admiral." Yegor bowed his head. "The morale of our division has been seriously frustrated. I'm afraid we can't continue the offensive... Moreover, I suggest building a position as soon as possible to prevent more heavy losses."

There was a dead silence in the headquarters.

The officers and staff of the 2122 division looked like dirt, and the other three division commanders next to Petrov looked incredulous.

Yegor crazy?

He asked four elite armored divisions to build fortifications to defend an Armored Regiment of the enemy?

Petrov was mad with anger. He looked at his confidant fiercely and wanted to tear him to pieces!

But soon he stopped his anger.

Yegor's pale face made him realize that things might not be what he imagined.

No one knows Yegor better than him. The military academy top student promoted by himself is definitely not an idiot who can't distinguish the importance and embarrass himself by putting down peaches at the critical time.

"What's going on?" Petrov asked in a deep voice.

Yegor's lips trembled and his voice was hoarse: "general, I think you should go and see it yourself."

From Yegor's words, Petrov instinctively felt a danger. He took a deep look at Yegor and simply turned around: "go!"

Out of the bunker, the officers rode forward in three command aircraft, escorted by Petrov's immediate guard regiment.

The night shrouded the whole mountain area. Under the starlight, the brook on the roadside gurgles. The woods, in the wind, made a crash like a rainstorm.

In the valley, on the hillside, there are crowded Su Si mecha teams everywhere. Some troops waited, while others ran to the theater. The disorderly lights were shaking everywhere, and all kinds of accents were intertwined. The whole mountain area was a scene of chaos.

The emergence of the guard regiment directly under the group army made the troops congested on the main road retreat to both sides. One by one, exhausted Su Si mecha soldiers stood in the mud and watched the queue of senior officers marching towards the mountains red by the light of artillery fire in the distance.

The closer we get to the front of the war, the louder the gunfire.

When walking into the area four kilometers away from maple leaf slope, the officers in the command mecha can see rows of field hospital tents and wounded soldiers sent down from the front line.

One after another, medical mecha flashed past in front of me. From time to time, I saw a group of soldiers running with stretchers.

The reinforcements moved forward in silence, and the roars of the officers were hoarse in the distant gunfire.

In the sky, the huge shell light mass flows like a comet, and the sun piercing light is like the huge roar of a train entering a tunnel, just like a grand festival in hell.

The wreckage of mecha was scattered everywhere. The middle of the road was cleared and concentrated by engineering mecha, and the mountains on both sides could only burn themselves. Trees in some places were also ignited, which looked like a huge torch.

The officers stared at everything in front of them in silence. The sight made their hearts sink and sink.

The troops were blocked in this mountainous area no more than five kilometers wide and more than thirty kilometers long.

And there is really only one regiment of the enemy ahead? If so, what kind of army is it?

When the troops reached a mountain depression, the command mecha stopped. The officers crowded Petrov out of the mecha and looked around.

The whole mountain depression has become a huge and noisy forward base. Whistles, shouts, engine roars, intertwined in a mess.

On several simple maintenance pads not far from the left, the mechanic is urgently repairing the scarred armor. Tens of meters away on the right, several sweating logistics Sergeants are nervously directing mecha and soldiers to load and unload weapons and ammunition.

Some soldiers ran around on the muddy ground where the water had been trampled out. The gray combat clothes were full of flowing mud. Their faces were so dirty that they could only see a pair of frightened and flustered eyes and white teeth.

At the foot of the mountain, where the terrain is a little higher, there is a long row of field hospitals. From time to time, wounded people were carried in and out. The open space outside was full of stretchers with wounded soldiers lying on them. Wails and groans were heard. Apart from a few medical guards and nurses who shuttle back and forth and do simple treatment for them, no one can take care of them.

The officers looked at everything in front of them in shock, followed Yegor and walked up.

The mud on the hillside forced them to walk carefully to avoid slipping.

Through the branches and leaves, we can see that under the hillside, an army retreating from the front line passed through the valley like a wounded ghost and walked in an endless stream to the rear.

Several communication off-road vehicles sped by, and the mud spots aroused by the rolling tires crackled on the scarred shell of the moving mecha, but did not attract the habitual abuse of the hot tempered pilots.

It was not so much an army as a group of walking corpses without arms and legs.

"This is..." Petrov looked back at the defeated army.

"It's the fourth regiment." Yegor's eyes were gloomy: "they have just withdrawn from the left wing. I've sent someone to call their leader."

Petrov looked at Yegor, quickened his pace, strode up the mountain, and suddenly appeared in front of the whole maple leaf slope battlefield!

Compared with the temporary headquarters a few kilometers away, the battlefield seen here is more vast and turbulent.

In front of the maple leaf slope like a pangolin, the flames and thick smoke from the explosion were 50 or 60 meters high, lying on the hills to block out the sun. Mushroom clouds, large and small, show their shapes in the light of the explosion, like suspicious black stone pillars.

Countless mecha from both sides rushed back and forth on this land full of artillery fire.

Blue and gray steel torrents wedge into each other's formation.

Charge, breakthrough, encirclement, Division... All the tactics and means summarized by the human army are vividly displayed on this yellow hillside.

In the middle, the Su Si troops attacking the main peak of maple leaf slope have obviously just retreated from the hillside.

With the retreat of the gray sus mecha line, the enemy on the mountain was severely pressed down.

A small group of cyan mecha that Petrov had never seen plunged into the chaotic scattered line of SUS mecha like a sharp dagger.

They were in groups, like horsemen running wildly, shouting and shouting, rushed down the top of the mountain, approached their opponents faster than lightning and launched a fatal blow.

The blood on Petrov's face suddenly faded clean.

His eyes fixed on the hillside. There, several Su Si mecha in front of the scattered line are retreating and firing wildly.

It is obvious that the fire of a medium-sized Suz 'armored Dragon' in front of the sudden has been fully opened. Several shells on his body shot fire at Petrov's familiar speed and rhythm. Shells, sealed at all angles of the front. Where the barrage passed, the sand flew and the earth fell apart.

However, a ghostly blue mecha came up.

He rushed down from the top of the mountain, his body in the air like a preying lightning sable. After changing direction one after another and jumping over a large rock and several debris on the hillside, he passed through the dense barrage unharmed and hit the armored dragon's chest.

When the body shape is far higher than the opponent's iron armor Dragon into a ball of fire, more than a dozen cyan mecha moving hand in hand on the same horizontal line on both sides also send their fists, ion daggers or flying kick iron legs into their respective target bodies.

The backward scattered line broke a big hole in an instant.

The suddenly lit fire reflected the ghostly figure. Even in the rumble of guns and blazing flames, Petrov felt a gloomy chill close to his back.

His hair exploded with a jerk.

And it's not just here that scares him more.

On the left-wing hill, the enemy's 100 cyan mecha have completely cut into the formation of the third regiment of the 2122 division.

The whole three regiments were cut into more than a dozen small groups fighting on their own. The flustered Su Si mecha soldiers can only shoot aimlessly.

In this chaotic artillery fire, the enemy is showing their artistic cooperation.

The cyan triangle attack formations rolled with the gunfire of the SUS mecha. It's like waves, wave after wave.

Every five steps, the blue mecha attacked on the periphery will retreat into the array, and the companions in the array will take their place to meet the artillery fire of the SUS armored forces.

Five steps, one fluctuation.

The exquisite pace of the cyan mecha is like the drum sound under the drumstick of an ancient wizard. It is mysterious, natural, smooth and seamless!

Every five steps, their formation will have a ripple, and their mecha will swallow the endless transposition.

This footwork, this cooperation, has gone beyond Petrov's imagination, and also beyond the imagination of the young officers around him who are much younger and more imaginative than him.

The officers of the 21st group army of Susi stood on the wooded mountain, looked at the enemies at the foot of the mountain and showed them a way of fighting they had never seen before.

Smooth footwork and cooperation bring the same smooth killing.

The most common triangle attack formation has been given new life by them. With each rotation of the triangle formation, several cyan mecha will go hand in hand and move forward steadily. The fist and foot flying hand will rise and fall between the knives, and turn one Susi mecha into burning scrap iron!

The left wing is hell, the right wing is also not heaven.

Petrov struggled to turn his eyes.

On the right flank of the battlefield filled with gunsmoke, more than 200 cyan mecha formed five triangular attack formations, deeply penetrated into the Susi armor cluster and constantly made breakthroughs in depth.

These blue murderers have no mercy.

They passed by the SUS mecha in groups. Every time they passed by, the dense formation of SUS would be cut like a knife and cut a bloody hole.

With the retreat of the fourth regiment, the whole right wing is actually the enemy's world. A small number of SUS mecha left on the right side to block and buy time for the withdrawal of the middle and left forces are not so much resisting as consuming the enemy's time for slaughter!

"General." Behind him came the report of the guard.

Petrov looked back and saw that the head of the fourth regiment of 2122 division, who was supported up the mountain by two guards, fell to the ground with dark lips.

His eyes crossed the regimental commander who was already unconscious because of his serious injury and landed on several group army headquarters staff who rushed up the hillside.

An ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger with the footsteps of the staff.