Female president's private killer

There were more than a dozen fierce fighter sergeants beside stile, and the total number of them in other trenches would not exceed 100.

As Stiller said, none of the more than 400 pilots in the special camp retired because of minor injuries. Half of them died in the death battle with the adjudicator, and more than 100 people didn't drive the micro mecha back to the position until the mecha was rotten into scrap iron.

These soldiers who lost their mecha were forcibly sent away from their positions under the order of the front-line headquarters.

Each of them is a fighter above level 10. In any country, they are closely protected national treasures! Not to mention the hundreds of people, even if one is lost, the army generals of the military headquarters can beat their hearts and feet.

The captain personally escorted two Humvee soldiers who lost their machine armor down. He clearly remembered that the two soldiers who had just returned to the trench picked up portable mechanism guns and wanted to fight like infantry. He also clearly remembered their red eyes.

When three Chinese soldiers kidnapped one, he kidnapped two fierce military aircraft sergeants.

Along the way, two fierce fighter sergeants kicked and fought and struggled frantically. They were unwilling to leave the field of their companions even after they died. The captain still felt his nose sour when he remembered it.

Who says this is just a group of militiamen with super combat effectiveness?

They are the real soldiers!

Even the soldiers under his command. The captain could not persuade the special battalion commander to go down to heal. Insisting on any persuasion is an insult to the battalion commander. From stile's faint eyes, the captain knew that the battalion commander didn't want to leave alive.

This is a typical Humvee soldier. He has the nature that fierce soldiers don't care about anything. Half of his subordinates fell here. Even if he died, he would not let the remaining more than 40 adjudicators break through this line of defense.

As long as he recognizes the right thing, as long as the enemy is still standing in front of him, life and death is as insignificant to him as a fart.

The captain looked painfully at the fierce fighter sergeant in the trench.

They sit or stand, close their eyes, or smoke. Everyone's body was wrapped with blood soaked gauze, which was as scarred as the mecha next to them.

The long and intense fighting has made these fierce soldiers tired and deformed. Their cheeks seemed to lose weight all at once, and their eyes became larger because of the drooping eyelids. I can't see the whites of my eyes. It's all winding blood.

Only those who have seen the judges with their own eyes know how terrible it is to fight them.

Ordinary fighters, let alone fight, can't even resist one move and two moves. The gap between the two sides can not be made up by blood or desperate ideas.

Those who are qualified to work hard with their opponents are only these fierce military fighters in front of them.

Yes, they have been fighting hard since the fight.

The performance of cyan mecha is obviously not as good as the other party's 12th generation mecha, and their hand speed is not as fast as those judges. Facing the enemy's offensive like the Yangtze River, they have to work hard to stop each other.

Try to do such a thing twice at a time. Summon up your courage. Your mind is blank. You can spell it for one minute or two. However, who can stand more than ten hours of desperate fighting?

The disadvantages of mecha performance and hand speed need to be compensated by double physical consumption. When people are extremely tired and have to fight, the pain is unimaginable. Without iron man's will, we can't stick to it until now.

The captain doesn't know how the fierce fighter survived.

After every fight, they looked like they had just picked them up from the water, and their whole bodies were soaked with sweat. His face was pale and his lips were purple. It seemed that he might fall unconscious at any time.

But when the enemy rushed up again, they came up again and fought with the enemy with their dazzling control techniques.

The war damage ratio of 2 to 1 makes the Humvee special battalion seem to be losing.

However, as long as you think of the battle dominated by ten adjudicators in Catalonia, you can understand what a great victory it was to kill nearly 200 adjudicators!

This is a heavy blow to the United States! It is the destruction of the myth that the arbiter is invincible! This news is enough for millions of Chinese people to take to the streets, singing and dancing for three days!

Now, the soldiers who created this miracle sit quietly in the muddy trench. Their officers hold a cigarette that has burned to the bottom in their hands, and spit on it from time to time because of the pain of their lower legs. The captain and his men exchanged a gloomy look.

The scarred mecha in the trench worried them.

No one knows how many more Humvees will be left in the next attack. The enemy is crazy. The leading adjudicator's mecha almost frantically pounded the position. There were at least twenty or thirty fierce fighter sergeants who died under him.

In the last attack, when the enemy retreated like a tide, he was still rushing towards the position. Finally, several adjudicators tried their best to pull him down.

Next time, when the bastard rushes to the position again, how many of these less than 100 fierce soldiers can be left?

On the opposite hill, NATO troops were faintly visible.

Su Si, who was badly beaten on the sunset mountain defense line, has come up with his last strength.

Mecha without smoke marks appeared on the top of the mountain. The serial number on the mecha shell is different from the previous attacking troops.

This is the new force of the Susi people.

One regiment, two regiments, three regiments

In just a few minutes, the hidden observation post at a high place distinguished five different numbers.

At the front of the highland less than two kilometers wide, with nearly two armored divisions concentrated, the enemy commander was obviously crazy.

He's going to fill it with human life!

Apart from the huge heavy and medium-sized mecha, most of the SUS individual mecha are more than four meters wide. The space for running and fighting should be at least ten meters. Otherwise, there will be a crowded collision.

In normal combat, even if the formation is the most dense, the safe distance between the mecha and the mecha must be kept at about 18 meters. This distance needs to be widened for the skirmish line attacking the highlands.

The front of the position is less than 2000 meters wide. If you attack normally, a row can only hold 100 mecha at the same time. Now, the enemy has dispatched five regiments and nearly 100000 armored vehicles.

This means that even if 400 mecha are crowded in each row, the enemy's attack line will exceed 20 scattered lines. The mecha in front has no room to dodge. They can only keep rushing forward and rushing up to the position. If there is a slight pause, it will be submerged by the flood behind.

When the NATO aircraft in front fell down in rows in dense fire. The companions behind them will fill their positions and continue to move forward. As long as there are enough numbers and enough sacrifices, they can rush into the position.

This is the most primitive form of attack. It is also the most effective way to fight this extremely tragic battle until now.

The captain's face turned white at this moment.

The position he was in charge of was only 50 meters wide. He transferred all the mecha of the hidden trench behind him. With more than a dozen fierce army mecha, he was not sure to carry the enemy's attack.

The headquarters just added two battalions to the highland. Even if we ask for help immediately, it will be difficult for troops to move up in a short time.

Will this battle end in this way?

The captain turned his head and looked at stile. They both smiled at the same time.

The soldiers were busy before the order was given.

They put all the weapons they could use on the shooting position. The mecha that can start starts the engine. The soldiers hiding in the hidden trench ran forward desperately. Several wounded soldiers picked up the fusion grenades like gold and tied them up.

An atmosphere of decisive death spread silently. Everyone is silently preparing for the final battle.

On the opposite hill, NATO mecha has begun the final preparations before the attack.

Several armored vehicles with officer marks were running back and forth on the attack position. A bessus mecha strode forward into the attack queue.

On the far left side of the hill, hundreds of Susi mecha have slowly poured out of the position. In the center, dozens of black adjudicators appeared in sight.

"Sir." The captain handed stile a cigarette. "Let's go first this time."

"What do you say?" Stile's eyes.

"Those bastards across the street are crazy. We don't have the same experience as them." The captain broke out and smiled: "Sir, I'm afraid your general Fang has conquered the Seven Star lock and Xiushuihe town now. It won't be long before our main force will launch a counter offensive. "

The clouds in the sky are as red as blood. The captain's face was calm and calm in the smoke of cigarettes: "this is the land of Chinese people. We will lead you to love all your life. If you can survive, brothers will repay you again, but now, you have to help hold the last line of defense. "

The Chinese soldiers in the trenches gathered silently beside the captain.

"We're dead. It's up to you." The captain looked around, exchanged a calm look with his brothers one by one, smiled and put the lighter in his hand in front of stile. The little flame beat in front of stiles.

Across the hill, the tide of enemies has covered the hillside. The roar of the train coming into the cave from both sides of the artillery group was so loud that it tore the heart and lungs in the sky.

Stile put the cigarette in his mouth, put it into the lighter, and his eyes suddenly turned red: "you're dead, I'll report to you..."

The word Qiu in stile's mouth had not yet been exported. Suddenly, he heard a loud charge signal behind the position.

A series of short notes followed by a long one.

That's the Chinese charge!

Looking back, the mountains and fields are full of war flags.

When he saw the Chinese main force in front of him, Reinhart knew that beliff was over.

He clearly remembered the apocalyptic scene he saw standing on the hill only two kilometers away from the position.

There are 101 Highlands, 123 Highlands, 158 Highlands, 167 highlands

From south to north, on the front of sunset mountain, which is 20 kilometers long, countless Chinese mecha are pouring down like an avalanche.

Black and dark green mecha clusters are like flowing paint, covering the front slope of sunset mountain from top to bottom.

The sunlight was reflected on the shell of the steel mecha, which made people unable to open their eyes. Endless dust rose higher and higher from the foot of the mecha. In the end, I only saw the downward extending sandstorms on the opposite mountain.

In the sky, self-propelled artillery shells from both sides blocked the sky.

The colorful light clusters crisscross each other and fall on each other's positions.

The violent explosion spread out, and clusters of black mushroom clouds pulled out into a forest in the twinkling of an eye.

This picture is his last impression of sunset mountain.