Chapter 390: Start with victory

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No matter how fierce the battle is, life will continue.
The Mars Express did not stop publication because of the war. On the contrary, for most ordinary people hiding in their homes, in the basement and in the concentration of refugees in the suburbs, using radio, television and newspapers to understand the progress of the war has become their only concern every day.
By this time, the paper media was no longer available for distribution, but it was only necessary to use the ubiquitous wireless civilian network and a palm-sized portable computer to still see the Mars Express. The videos shot on the spot are the guarantee for the competition between Mars Express and Internet TV stations.
Zhang Kai always felt that Provincial Town was his blessing.
The Mars Express reporter, who was still worried about being fired a few days ago, was flattened by the exclusive coverage of the news that Tian Xingjian even kicked the nine pavilion, and is now a group leader of the Mars Express news group and an associate editor of the editorial department .
Now, he is lying on an office window sill on the 120th floor of the Cape Trade Building in Pro Town, using a camera to record what happened in Pro Town.
This building located in the west of central Provincial town belongs to the newly established genre mutual aid alliance. Because they were not affected by the fighting, every office here was full of people.
Some of these people were employees who originally worked in the building, and stayed here for various reasons. Some are homeless who are scattered from all over the place. In the downtown area, no complete block can be found at this moment. Every building in every street is a battlefield.
From the building, there are also many people in the space city and residential buildings not far away. The fighting was outside, and the people who had nowhere to go had to stay at home and bet on their luck, praying that the shells would not patronize themselves.
Very helpless and realistic. Even if you are going to die, die at home, and you do n’t know when you were hit by a shell, it ’s much better than being outside.
Now everyone is crowded on the window sill, watching silently what is happening in the distance.
Their eyes were horrified and numb. No one knows how long he can stay here, nor does he know where his life will end abruptly.
In the distance, the mech that was as hot as the tide was wreaking havoc. It was completely humane slaughter! Wherever they passed, corpses ran wild. They not only killed soldiers, but also civilians. The buildings without any threats became the targets of their arbitrary display of force.
Slaughter, plunder, set fire!
Seeing the life in the distant blocks falling silently, blood was flowing into the river, the men bit their lips, and the women couldn't help crying. They had never seen hell, and now, they saw it-a red full of fire and blood!
The red demon tide is surging towards this side.
All eyes were focused on Echo Street, on the body of dozens of black mechas in front of that long line.
The prayer sound in Zhang Kai's ear has not been cut off.
Everyone is praying, and those black mechas can block the red magic tide. Although the disparity between the two sides is so large, and although people know that their prayer is a luxury, they still pray wholeheartedly-that is their last hope.
Will that thin line of defense collapse?
The red mecha frenzy, chasing people running away in panic, is getting closer and closer to Echo Street.
Finally, the tide turned at the T-junction and rushed towards Echo Street. In the sound of gunshots, explosions and screams, the black mech was always quiet without any movement. They are like a lifeless embankment of a huge stone barrier, waiting for the arrival of the flood.
The crowd at the forefront crossed the black mech line of defense. Dense bullets and a round of shells bite them dead. Someone keeps falling down while running.
Red violently, black silently. The two sides did not have any conflict in this quiet picture. The red mech has no impact defense line, and the black mech does not mean to do it. Until, a rampant red mech, threw a body in front of the black mech.
Everyone's heart almost sink to the bottom of the sea at that moment. They stand taller, so they look farther. In the distance, swarming red mechs filled their eyes. Everyone knows that the arrogant red mech is provocative, but no one has the slightest anger, and some are just endless grief.
Unless those black mechs are lunatics, they can only stand there and maintain that thin line of defense.
At that moment, there was silence. In everyone's eyes, time seemed to stagnate, leaving only the red mech that swung back and forth in the pupil.
Zhang Kai mechanically pulled the camera closer ... He heard someone whispering next to him, it was almost crazy.
"Kill him, kill him!"
This sound is like a spell.
At that moment, Zhang Kai seemed to be in a trance and heard countless such voices. Among them, including himself ... that is not the expectation, it is just a vent.
No one thought that after a few seconds, the spell was fulfilled.
No matter how many teenagers, Zhang Kai can't forget the picture that made every cell in his body full of blood.
Pulling into the close-up lens, an energy cannon hit the red mech.
Immediately afterwards, there was another ... The milky white energy cannon light cluster was like a rainstorm, and dozens of energy cannonballs simply hit the same target!
The sound of the violent explosion was deafening, and the white light of the explosion was as dazzling as the exploding stars in the universe. The thick black smoke wrapped around the dust and rolled up, like a huge mushroom, and the red flame licked out from the thick smoke. ... Everyone is stupid.
Immediately, a kind of fiery heartfelt feeling tumbling out of the bottom of my heart, mixed with a burst of blood and rushed to the head-there is nothing more pleasant than this. People looked at this dazzling and dazzling light! No one is willing to blink! Everyone's face glowed morbidly, shaking with excitement.
Zhang Kai opened his mouth and tried to shout something, but finally hit his fist the window sill.
The camera shook to the distance .... Through the thick smoke of the explosion, there was a vague expression on the face of hundreds of mercenary infantry stunned at the intersection.
Several red mechs with thumbs up were frozen there, and they were so ironic in the explosion of flames in the center of the street.
A few seconds ago, they were still clamoring for the unbridled provocation of their companions. After a few seconds, they were slapped in the face with a loud slap—the one who was scolded as a dumb companion by others. The front of the formation is provocatively killed, and they are arrogantly completed!
The silence of the forty black mechs turned out not to be timid, but to despise! Under their armor, there is a more fierce energy cannon. Without a word, not even a glance at the more than one hundred [Elements of Fire] on the scene, forty cannons were directed at a person, playing like a group bowling, just like a bustle!
Is there any greater humiliation than this?
Without Cordel's instructions, he did not expect that the dozens of mechas would dare to ignore the threat of hundreds of [Elements of Fire] and fired arrogantly. The mercenary soldiers on the scene involuntarily experienced a brief loss of mind.
And this lack of attention quickly became soulless.
The energy muzzles of the black mechs in the face have gathered together again. The electric guns on the shoulders, and the machine guns on the shoulders have also begun to rotate silently and terrifyingly. White-body missiles are emitting smoke ...
Time seemed to freeze.
The coagulated, and the communicator of everyone in the Scarlet Mercenary ... There was no other noise except for a harsh noise.
No command, no coordination.
Many people didn't understand what happened, and they were covered by overwhelming artillery missiles.
The infantry's amputated limbs were thrown into the sky during the explosion, and the mecha's energy shield was like a candlelight in a storm.
"Defensive formation, spread out!" The three battalions of the Battalion of the Scarlet mercenary armour assault group, now the supreme commander of the intersection, yelled desperately, trying to organize his subordinates to fight back.
However, to answer him, only the harsh and screaming sounds in the communication channel, and his mecha computer also flashed red in the beep-the automatic fire control system failed, the auxiliary control system failed, and the radar system failed .. ....
What made him even more dizzy was that at the moment when the scarlet mercenaries were in chaos, forty black mechas suddenly started-they were charging!
"Defense!" The company commander's scream of switching to the mecha megaphone was drowned in a violent explosion.
In just an instant, the torrent of black steel cut into the queue of the mercenaries with a thunderous thunder. It stirred up a stormy wind and rain.
The sporadic, unformed counterattack firepower of the red mech hastily ignored completely. The mixed shells that were used to attack the Merchant Alliance before landing on these black mechas, but it was only a ripple of the blue energy shield. The chaos of that moment has already doomed their ending.
Looking from the air, the black torrents that pierced the red mechs were like a steel knife stabbed into the tofu, and an ion streamer was drawn on the blade of the armor-cutting axe in their hands, and the disc on the left arm lit up flat Light shield like mirror. The split wave wave shield hit the axe and the red mechs were chopped down on the ground like chopped melons and vegetables.
A red mech retreated quickly, and the onboard mixing gun shook desperately, ejecting a string of beads. In front of it, a black mech burst silently, silent and fierce.
The red mech's crazy close-range shooting did not stop the black mech from advancing. The mixed artillery shell hit the black mecha and exploded like a bead. In the flames of smoke, the black mech came out of the curtain, and the axe of the armor in the hand turned into a streamer, pointing directly to the chest of the red mech.
"Level suppression!"
This is the mech warrior of the red mech, the last thought flashed in his mind.
To death, he did not understand, here, why there is a mecha that can suppress his [Fire Elemental] level.
The ion armor axe broke through the cockpit armor of [Element of Fire] and broke out from the back of the mech. Bring out a splash of flesh and blood.
Stepping on the red mech and pulling the axe out with his feet, he lifted his head up and pointed to the sky, and the fat man, who had been irritated by the bloodless mercenaries for no reason at all, spit out coldly: "According to what they just did do!"
The fat man has killed many people, but he never raised a butcher knife against innocent civilians! He was forced to be involved in the war, the most hate is this unreasonable killing!
For such a person, the fat man who always pays attention to has always had only one lesson—return teeth to teeth!
Behind him, a [horizontal knife] projected three red demonstrative flares.
The red cluster of light slowly climbed up to the sky. When it reached the top and began to fall, the blast of the blast rang loudly from the building.
Suddenly, four blocks from Echo Street in Provincial Town rang out loudly.
Two black dragon-like mechas were rushing and rolling, gathering all the way to the center. People who passed by looked back. The red mechs scattered in various blocks, and the infantry who followed behind, as long as they met with these three or five groups of black butchers, they immediately came to an end.
Blood splattered and the whole city groaned in this terrifying killing.
The machine gun was almost biting the meat and exploded in the group of scarlet mercenary infantry. The metal shells completely torn the flesh and blood. As far as the field of vision is concerned, groups of soldiers fall down stubble like wheat. Large chunks of blood fluttered in the air and threw down the blood rain, and the white brains spattered-the ground was full of blood and mud.
The scattered red mechas cannot organize effective resistance at all. The black mechas are always in groups of three, with a frontal attack and two sideways. Positioning coordination is extremely strange. Often, the red mech just struck the ground after being put into a fighting position, and was hit by an axe that came out of nowhere.
Communication was cut off and command coordination was lost. In modern warfare, even the most elite troops have no resistance. Not to mention that they faced the most ruthless pirates and the Lelei warriors for the rest of their lives! And these people are still the core force that the fat man racked his brain to personally train!
In addition to the carefully selected mecha martial arts and the killing of the enemy on the battlefield, the fat man has done a lot of work in the close-range close combat. The position of Lingbo's micro-steps in Mecha Martial Arts is instilled in practice over and over again. The direction, time, speed, mecha attitude control, and shot order all require the bandits to be carved into the bone.
If at the beginning of the war, the bandits, fighters, and mecha fighters were still a bit jerky, and if they were still suspicious of the fact that they were full of data, theory, and the pace of going back and forth, then, as the battle progressed, as they Cooperating with killing opponents again and again, they have been completely infatuated with this fighting style.
Electronic interference, mecha level suppression, small-scale tacit cooperation, and the sudden start at the beginning-these factors have made the bandit mecha fighters a spokesperson for the of death. At this moment, their duty is to kill!
In the block east of Echo Street, the red mech is retreating.
In urban street fighting, this retreat is fatal. The fog of war is shrouded, and no one knows how many enemies there are in the cobweb-like streets! One street and two streets, one block and two blocks, panic is spreading rapidly.
The people standing on the tall building are completely stupid.
The crowds of red mechas cannot be defeated, but the total number of black mechas, which are not more than one hundred, is like a broken one. They swept to the center from three directions, and the corpses spread across the field. The red in front of them was resisting in a panic, and there was an empty silence behind them.
And in the forefront of these black mechas, a mecha is leading them to kill.
The fat man drove a [horizontal knife] to the front. The hand speed of 72 movements per second has been exerted to the extreme by him.
An axe cut down a red mech, [Heng Dao] stood up, and his legs were kicked out in a chain like lightning, kicking the cockpit of the other mech into a rotten, unwilling to land, folded like a bird in the air Hovering, the tomahawk crossed a sharp arc in his hand and directly split the head of the third mech.
Without waiting for the mechas behind to catch up, he jumped through another textbook like a textbook, and shot into another group of retreating red mechas-only a tight iron-iron symphony was heard, the red mecha The group exploded like fireworks, and several red mechas with missing limbs flew around.
In the eyes of the bandits and mecha fighters, their chief has transformed into a life-giving death. Fighting fiercely close to the body, shooting remotely with precision. Under his control, the mech is like a wolf entering the flock, raising his hand and throwing all the tricks.
His speed has reached the extreme, and no one can tell which of the several phantoms in the red mech group is jumping and moving, which is his real body.
The red mech in front of him had no enemy for one round.
On the top of the Provincial branch building, Kozmo, Baz, Weatherl and the elders, as well as the millennium young cyborg, all looked silently at what was happening in front of them.
Their eyes have been stared to the maximum, their noses flared. Some people bite their lips tightly, and some people's fists almost grabbed water!
With one hundred and one hundred, Taishan crushes the top, sweeps thousands of troops, dragons and tigers, like shadows ... The black mech gives them a teaching course!
And the thing that made Kozmo's heart surging to an uncontrollable level was the 120 black mechas that rolled up the monstrous frenzy.
Far and near the building, there was a burst of cheers resounding in the sky.
Those 120 mechas are still singing.
This picture of victory, which is closely related to oneself, is displayed in front of the eyes. Young pilots have never been so proud of their blood as they are now, nor have they so deeply realized this great era of heroes in troubled times as they are now.
Leaving aside dozens of Lere warriors aside, those pirates they usually look down upon in their eyes are now tough professional warriors.
In front of them, the enemy is retreating.
Behind them, the people cheered!
They have won the respect of everyone!
Man, be like this! (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
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