Chapter 541: Broken Mech

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The shelling stopped, and the smoke from the position slowly diffused around with the wind.
Everyone had withdrawn the hidden trench behind the position.
Looking down the tunnel, there were Chakner warriors sitting wearily in the mud. Some people closed their eyes and leaned against the pit wall. Some people are sipping water. Others, with the help of two bandit medical staff, bandaged the wound. Their clothes, already indistinguishable from their original colors, were covered in mud.
The bandits and soldiers, sitting in a hidden trench behind the position, bragging and farting while playing with the weapon they just got.
With the exception of Markwich and two or three bandit fighters, everyone knew the rookie at first glance. Those who have received simple military training or belong to combat units are better. Those clerks and mechanics who play with electronic instruments take the guns and point them at themselves. Seems to have arrived here hard to find such a guy to explode his head.
Including several famous marshals of Mars, it is the same virtue. The gun looks better than the two female operators who held the gun crookedly.
However, few cheerful bandit soldiers felt ashamed that they would not use guns.
Originally, few of the people present had received this type of training, and besides, the fat man would never let Mech Warriors be in danger. According to him, everyone fired two shots at the most critical time. As long as you do n’t aim at yourself, it ’s okay. After following the fat man for so long, I can't learn anything else. Can't I learn it if I don't care?
As for danger .... Fuck, where in the world is not dangerous? It is not dangerous to drive an armed merchant ship directly into the space blockade line of the Jeppen people.
If there is a fat man, there will be no trouble!
Reminiscent of the battle that broke through a few hours ago, a group of rookies tweeted and froze.
At that time, Jeppen's fleet was called more than one. With the Canglangxing as the center, the dense patrol warships have almost expanded beyond the five transition channels! Not to mention a small armed merchant ship, I am afraid that even the entire bandit fleet will not be able to break in.
It should be known that the three super fleets of Yingri, Thunder and Storm, led by Yusuke Mikami, each have a size of at least the sum of 8 Feiyang A-class fleets. On combat power, it can be called the military power of Jeppen.
It is said that among the three fleets, even the lowest-level handymen are selected from the major fleets. And their warships have also concentrated the top military technology of the Jepen Empire for many years. The Jeppen people even publicly declared that these three fleets were enough to wipe out twice their own Chakner fleet.
This time, two of the three super fleets came. Coupled with eight Sousse A-class fleets, it can be said that as long as the three Shangyou are willing, he can even make the entire Canglang star invisible to the sun!
Fortunately, most of the attention of the Sanshang Youren Fleet is focused on the defense against the jumping points of Lei Fengxing and the Long March Galaxy. The defensive arrangement is also aimed at the possible large-scale Fiji alliance fleet. No one would have thought that an armed merchant ship would venture through the border for the remnants of the army who are almost already a turtle in the urn.
This gave the No. 6 bandit with a stealth technology a chance. However, this does not mean that the Bandit Six can rush into the Canglang Star all the way without obstruction. You should know that although you have stealth technology, when the Bandit Six jumps, you must start the ion engine. In this way, the stealth technology will fail.
The only way is to pass through the obstacle zone in stealth state, then pinch the head to the end, try to enter the transition away from the beginning of the transition channel, and end the transition at the same distance away from the end of the transition, and re-enter the invisible state to avoid the transition. Both ends of the channel serve as key surveillance areas for the West Atlantic patrol ships.
Coming out of a small jump point into Rescue, the spacecraft encountered patrol ships no less than fifty times along the way. This is not a reconnaissance satellite spread by the Jeppen people in the obstacle zone.
The three warning lines ahead are fairly smooth. After all, you can still wait for the gap of the Jeppen patrol ship. But behind the two lines of warning, but completely broke. At that time, no one could control the spaceship. Everyone can only sweat and watch the spaceship in the automatic flight state of the ghost possession, using the speed all the way to chaos in the encirclement of the enemy.
That is dangerous. Until now, everyone didn't understand what system the fat man had added to the spacecraft. so smart. Everyone just sincerely admired the fat man ’s calmness. You know, when the spacecraft was just discovered by a Sousse high-speed frigate, the fat man was actually in a mood to beat his son.
The smoky smoke spread out, and the dark gray smoke rose into the sky. When it was blown by the wind, it seemed to be a thin cloud of black. On the position, the two people who did not know each other gathered together and finally saw each other very clearly.
The battle was just over, and even the chief was too late to speak. The soldiers can only look at each other. For the Chakner fighters, this group of blue uniform uniforms looks particularly weird.
It can be seen that few of them have been on the battlefield. In addition to the two medical soldiers rushing to help treat the wounded, another blonde officer also led a few people to familiarize themselves with the position, most of the other guys in blue uniforms sat so lazily, without any body Tension on the battlefield.
The Chuckner fighters felt a little weird-this rookie who can't even take a gun, used this battlefield as their resort? ! Don't they know that the lives of everyone in this position may only be able to sustain the next charge of the Jeppen. Perhaps in a few minutes, shells will fall on their heads.
The Chuckner warriors were disdainful. Their tired bodies also dismissed the idea of ​​greeting each other.
This matter is still left to the chief. No matter where these rookies come from, the most important thing is not to let them mess up on the battlefield. Otherwise, everyone is dead. In the brief silence, the soldiers saw their company commander Nash, talking to Sun Ping emotionally. The second platoon's deputy platoon leader, Sergeant Jonathan, turned to the fat man in the major general's uniform.
The fat man stood up from the trench mud. Ready to find a handy guy for yourself.
Milan's chaotic cloak shell gun, although powerful, but the energy load is too small. It can be used for self-defense when encountering a small number of enemies. In such a battle, it is useless. Just as the few Jeppen soldiers went crazy towards themselves, the fat man now had a lingering fear.
Are you jealous of Lao Tzu? !
The fat man spit in the mud fiercely, shuddering and looking around. Like an elk in the cold rain.
Speaking of which, he can be considered a hundred battles. In Millock, in Gacharin, in Mars, the dangers encountered are numerous, and even forced to jump off the cliff. However, it is difficult to change the nature of Jiangshan. What kind of hardship he has experienced, he is still deeply entrenched in the trembling problem when he is in danger.
This is not a habit that can be changed. It's not a problem that only needs to make up your mind and cure it with more experience.
This is his physiological characteristic. It is born from the genes in the bones.
In the face of danger, whether it is psychological fear or physiologically secreted adrenaline, it will make his body tremble. I can't control it if I want to control it. And once he fell into the frenzy of breaking the jar due to excessive danger, his trembling frequency can be compared with the vibrating egg.
At this time, the fat man will think, if it is in the case of XXOO, so many trembling, the performance is comparable to the vibrating rod when playing concrete! One stunned for a few seconds, and the climax repeated one night. How powerful and powerful was that? ! He was thinking, he had to find a chance to scare himself fiercely while doing that!
Several Chuckner rifles were thrown aside by the fat man. He wanted to find a gun with a longer range and a higher accuracy. It is best to have a sniper rifle similar to that of Feng Laosi. It is important to know that in positional combat, an excellent sniper creates psychological pressure and panic, comparable to ten energy machine guns or portable energy guns.
Knowing his own affairs, the gang of non-combat members flying in space all day is unreliable. What can really be useful for guarding the position, including yourself, is a total of five or six.
For five or six people, for such a position, it is really a lot of money. Never give up his own skills again, the next bit cruel. I am afraid that even the next attack will not survive.
However, judging from his knowledge of weapons, the guns in front of him clearly did not meet his requirements.
The fat man rummaged while walking.
Time is at noon, the sun in the sky is like a fiery red ball. Straightly roasting the positions where the surrounding trees on the top of the had been exploded. Inside and out of the winding tunnel, it was black. Large and small craters, one after another. Several pieces of burnt mecha wreckage, countless broken parts and twisted guns and weapons scattered around.
The entire position has obviously been cut off by artillery fire. The metal bulletproof wall that should have been hit into the ground has exposed the side of ten centimeters. Several traffic trenches have been destroyed. A lot of explosion-proof pits dug underground.
The corpses in front of the position were piled up like mountains. The broken limbs are all over the ground. The blood flowed along the terrain into the tunnel, the smell mixed in the burnt place, and it was pungent and unpleasant. The dirt at the bottom of the trench is always wet. The mud mixed with broken leaves, stepped on a foot, it will make a chirp. As soon as you lift your foot, you can out a pool of water.
Randomly picking twice, he couldn't find the gun he needed. The fat man raised his head and decided to find Sun Ping first, let him hurry up and find the highest commander in this position.
Although to be honest, for such a position without a mech, how to support it, he has no idea at all. In any case, there must be a certain consensus for the two groups of people who do not know each other to work together.
Climbing up the edge of the trench, carefully protruding his head and looking down the mountain. Looking at the Japeng position under the mountain, there is a vaguely eight-generation Mecha armor of the Japeng [Toyama] class.
The fat man's face was cloudy.
The enemy attacking this position should be a battalion. There are probably more than 20 mechs thrown in front of the position. This means that the enemy has at least four or five mechas.
Once these mechas are attacked, even if only one comes, it is a serious threat to this position. After a trip at the front of the position, not only did the fat man not see the mech, but even the portable missile and the energy gun were discarded because of the lack of ammunition. Although the enemy cannot see this point, he can speculate from the firepower encountered during the last attack.
The experienced enemy commander is clearly ready to send a mech in the next attack. This can not only pose a threat to the position, but also a blatant temptation. If the position can only be blocked by the suicide attack of the fusion grenades, then, next time, the enemy commander will dispatch all his mechas without hesitation.
Dog Day! The fat man gritted his teeth, staring at the mech, thinking about it. I don't know if a sergeant Chakner has strode to himself.
"This general!" Jonathan stared fiercely at the fat man who had almost cut himself into a sieve and gritted his teeth: "I think you owe me an explanation!"
"Explain?" The fat man turned back blankly, pointing to his nose: "Are you talking about me?"
"A few minutes ago ...." Jonathan clenched his fists, trying to control the urge to punch the white fat face in front of him with a punch, and said angrily: "You use your gun to me Shot. If it were n’t my luck, I ’m already a corpse covered with holes! Why, do n’t you want to explain this?

"A few minutes ago?" The fat man recalled and suddenly realized: "Oh, I remember! At that time, the guy's bayonet had already stabbed into your thigh?"
"Thighs are dead!" Jonathan's eyes grew colder and colder.
"There is an arterial hemostat, it's dead." The fat man smiled: "However, I finally solved a problem for you, right?"
"Your solution is to kill me together ?!" Jonathan looked at the fat man's casual expression with anger. As a soldier desperately on the battlefield, what he hates most is such an officer who does not take the life of a soldier as something. The anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed, and he punched the fat man's face with a fist.
Chakna and the bandit warriors, who have been watching the movements here, all stood up in shock, with a look of horror. Impatient, I ran over with a hula.
"Stop it! Jonathan!" Nash rushed in angrily.
Jonathan's fist stopped when he was twenty centimeters away from the fat man's face. It wasn't Nash's roar that stopped him, but a shell gun against his head in front of his eyes.
"Major General Tian Xingjian, isn't he?" Nash was furious when he saw the fat man's gun on Jonathan's head. He temporarily dropped his condemnation of Jonathan, turned his head to look at the trembling fat man, and scorned: "As a general, I think you should not use a gun against the soldier's head!"
In the position, quietly.
The Chakner soldiers were full of anger, and looked at the fat man with a trembling face and no one but only knowing to use a gun to play majesty, and looked disdainful.
Just now, everyone heard the gunshots from the direction of the spacecraft crash.
When the rookie in front of him, who had no guns, followed Sun Pingren's body and arrived at the position, all the soldiers doubted that it was Sun Ping who saved them. No one would think that the gunshots were played without the Japons. No one would think that this rookie is the main body of the battle.
With this preconceived idea, it is conceivable that when the soldiers saw the rescued group of people mostly hiding in the hidden trenches behind them, like quails traveling in groups. And their commander is even more asshole. Not only did he shoot at people indiscriminately, but now he is still angry with his gun against Jonathan's head!
Several Chakner soldiers subconsciously picked up the guns. They were already in desperation, and they had already put their deaths away. Not afraid of death, or a major general who does not know where to come from? !
As long as Nash ordered, these scumbags would be able to give all these blue uniforms suddenly without hesitation. They don't care what three seven twenty-one!
"I took the gun, not trying to kill him." The fat man was a little depressed. He didn't expect that his unprecedented chaotic cape shot technique was not only amazing, but was also questioned, which made the vanity fat man who liked the limelight very uncomfortable. He spit on the ground casually and said fiercely: "Lao Tzu just has no time to explain to you."
Saying that, the fat man raised his gun with his arm, waved it casually, and more than a dozen energy bullets pounced into the mud next to the body of the soldier of Jeppen leaning against the tunnel.
The other Chuckner fighters who stood far away did not understand, but Nash and Jonathan, who stood close, saw the place where the fat man's pistol bullets entered and suddenly jumped in the corner of his eyes! I saw that on the wall of the pit, bullets followed the dead body of the fallen Jeppen soldier and made a circle, hitting the shape of his body without scratching the body.
Nash turned his head sharply and looked at Sun Ping. Sun Ping, half-pulling his eyes, whispered a few words in his ear with a wry smile.
With Sun Ping's narration, Nash's eyes grew wider and wider, and in the end, he could no longer hide his horror. When Sun Ping's narrative ended, Nash's first reaction was to kick Jonathan fiercely, scolding: "Get out!"
Jonathan didn't move, and his eyes were still staring at the dead body leaning against the corner.
Nash turned to salute the fat man, and said to the fat man, "General, Nash, the commander of the 1st Battalion, 2nd Company, 1792 Regiment of the 51st fully mechanized infantry division of Chuckner Aviation Marine Corps.
With that, he handed a crumpled cigarette like a trick, and said indifferently: "General, don't you know this earth turtle in general, let's be honest, don't say he hasn't seen such a shot, even me, I was also scared It's a big jump. Hey, we are all rectums, there are places where you can't be right, your adults have a lot, and more forgiveness. "
The fat man grinded his teeth and stayed in the sixteenth division. He had already seen the ability of this kind of guy to turn his head. For these warriors walking on the edge of life and death, any authority is shit. They only admire their absolute strength. Essentially, the fat man himself and these guys are a class of people. This kind of identity in the bones does not decrease much because of the rank on the shoulder.
"It's just a misunderstanding." The fat man turned to look at Jonathan.
"I'm sorry!" Jonathan looked back at the fat man with a complex expression, and finally got a chest, and said simply: "I owe you a life!"
The fat man smiled and felt very comfortable.
"General." Seeing the fat man talking, Nash let go. This year, nearly thirty Chinese men gritted their teeth, and their dirty faces showed a mouthful of white teeth: "You'd better put your military uniform ... hehe."
When the fat man looked at his uniform, he jumped up and took off his uniform in a hurry.
I thought, no wonder that as soon as I appeared, those Jeppen soldiers looked like the enemy. It turned out to be because of his uniform. I stayed in the mechs in the mech, and made such a low-level mistake. If it were n’t for Nash to point out, in the next battle, he would still be like a peacock, and he was so silly waiting for others to earn military achievements!
They showed each other well, and the fat man and Nash looked at each other, and they both looked at each other. Sit down on an ammunition box, and the fat man lit the cigarette Nash handed over and asked, "Lieutenant Nash, right? In your experience, when will the next generation of Japon's hybrids attack?"
Nash sat kneeling in front of the fat man, his big hands still rubbing on the and muddy trousers, a faithful and honest look.
He looked at the time of the combat recorder on his wrist and said: "Not necessarily, when you attack fiercely, you can agitate a wave in a few minutes. However, the battalion opposite, hit us for eight hours, and the casualties were at least ours. Doubled. It has been a little more honest in recent times, and it only comes once every half an hour. I guess they will have to prepare more when they see you. "
"They didn't help?" The fat man picked up a Chuckner M23 rifle, looked at it, and put it down.
"Nothing before. They competed with us."
Nash opened the topographic map stored on the combat recorder and projected it on a relatively flat bulletproof wall. He glanced at the fat man and said, "This is the left wing of our army's entire blocking line. It is a mountain bend. In the past, it was a grand canyon. If you want to cross the position, you have to go thousands of kilometers along the foot of the mountain. With the nature of the Jeppen people, they had hit a company and a company, and they were killed here. They were also embarrassed to move their reinforcements. However, your spaceship fell here. It's hard to say what happened later. "
"Fuck." The fat man looked at the topographic map and felt a bit big: "Sun Ping said, have you lost contact with your regiment?"
"Yes." Nash nodded.
He looked subconsciously at the other end of the tunnel where the soldiers were exhausted to the extreme, his hands clenched tightly, and the expression of hippie smiled on his face was completely gone. A whole company, more than 160 people, until now, there are only so few left. It is hard for ordinary people to imagine the kind of heartbreaking pain when they lose their friends and brothers who meet each other.
"The communicator is gone. Let's not send someone to contact?" The fat man silently understood for a while, then asked quietly.
"Sent." Nash gritted his teeth. "Sent three times, but none of them came back."
"You said ..." The blood on the fat man's face faded completely: "... You sent three times, and none of them came back!"
Nash didn't raise his eyes, but nodded silently.
The fat man's heart sank to the bottom of the cold valley. He stared blankly at the electronic map projected from Nash's battlefield recorder. His mind was blank.
As Nash said, here is the left front of the entire defensive line.
The reason for putting such a position on the corner of this mountain bend is because the highland where this position is located is the flanking of the entire 1792 regiment. If the enemy detours from the front of a figure-eight mountain to occupy this highland, they will be able to move forward and cut the entire defense line of the 1792 regiment in half.
Therefore, this company was placed here and ordered to guard against death.
Now, the problem lies in the position of this position.
This is a U-shaped mountain bend, a majestic mountain. When this position was isolated, the situation of other positions was also isolated. If the communication system is complete, this is naturally not a problem, but the communicator on the ground is blown up. In other words, since then, this position, like the isolated island in the ocean, has been completely isolated!
Judging from Nash's expression, he must have understood the meaning of the failure of the three dispatched soldiers to return. However, the enemy continued to attack continuously, leaving him no time to consider other things.
Before getting orders from the regiment. He must and can only continue to stay here. If the position on the other side of the mountain bend is not lost, it is a crime to give up the position. If it is lost ... he did not expect to be able to take the twenty or thirty tired soldiers in front of him, go through countless times his enemies, and go out alive!
I don't know if the Jeppen occupied the main position. Maybe they didn't think it was necessary, maybe they didn't have time, maybe they didn't find the U-shaped mountain bend next to the main position anyway, anyway, no enemy had climbed 100 meters from the main position to the left to attack this position. In front of Nash, there was only the Jeppeng infantry battalion that had been with him since the beginning!
"Do you still have armor?" The fat man's voice trembled a little. Although he knows that the possibility of having a mecha has infinitely inclined towards zero, he still holds hope. He was almost certain that the main position on the other side was already occupied by the enemy. If you want to go out alive here, there is no mech, there is no hope at all!
"Mecha ..." Nash's wry smile made the fat man's heart cool and cool. However, the latter sentence made his eyes suddenly brighten.
Nash said bitterly: "The mecha class in Lianli has been emptied. Of the eleven mechas, only one is left with serious damage. The rest are all destroyed."
"Can't move?" The fat man froze for a moment, then giggled.
Nash just lifted his eyelids unclearly and was pulled up by the fat man.
"take me to!"
In the bewildered eyes of the soldiers, the two stooped, wading through the muddy water, and quickly ran to the trenches to the right of the armor behind the position. The excited fat man didn't understand the serious damage in Nash's mouth until he saw the mech with his own eyes.
Appearing in front of him is a Chuckner [Taihang] eight-generation individual soldier mech. As soon as he saw it, a series of data appeared in the fat man's mind.
【Taihang】 Height 720 centimeters and weighs 56 tons. The whole body is black. Humanoid structure. It is equipped with two Marlow's GH2058 single-rail circulating ion engines. Electronic balance system. Double-link reciprocating transmission. Equipped with two air-to-air missiles and four surface-to-surface missiles, two 56 mm energy cannons and one 210 mm caliber energy cannon.
The characteristics of this mech are stable performance, simple structure and convenient maintenance, and the technical indicators are very balanced. Because its structure and suspension system are a new generation of melee design, this mech is the first melee version that distinguishes Chakner from the seventh generation mecha. Since entering service in 2059, a total of six series models have been produced. It is the main armor of the Chakner Armored Force.
From the appearance, [Taihang] looks a little clumsy. But the fat man knows that this mecha is not only knotted, powerful, and very flexible. As long as it is properly controlled, it is definitely a melee killer. At least, it is much better than the [Toyama] that is across from Japon!
However, excellent is excellent, and the mech in front is really terrible.
The whole mecha can be said to be unrecognizable. The outer armor of the mech is full of holes, and the shell on the left side of the chest and the right lower abdomen has broken, exposing the lines and parts inside. The head also lacks a corner, and the vision system only has a single eye and a viewing lens for the chest. Radar and fire control seem to be thinking, and it is useless after thinking. There is no left of the mecha energy gun, even the missiles have already emitted light.
If these are acceptable, then the right hand with the elbow broken and the left leg with the knee broken are enough to make all the fantasies and visions of the whole mecha disappear.
"Damn it!" The fatless fat man quickly climbed into the mech cockpit.
"Fart! Come here!"
"Come!" The little fart kid ran to the mech, and crawled into the cockpit with his arm lying down.
What did the fat man tell the kid to do and hide the kid there?
The Chakner soldiers looked at each other. Nash and Fatty's every move is now the focus of the entire position. After resting for a while, the Chakner fighters who came back, except for the complex guarding at the front of the position, most of them ran to the mech trench to see it strange. Among them, the gangster was a rookie, and also looked at it with relish.
The communicator is broken, and the computer-aided system has not responded.
"Look at the communicator to see if there is a way to contact Skynet." The fat man explained the little fart boy.
"Simple." The fart turned on the standby power switch and started the engine, saying in surprise: "Fatty, the engine is good!"
"Laozi knows!" The fat man stared at the console, his eyes murky: "This time, rely on it!" As he said, he got out of the cabin: "Is there a mechanical maintenance arm?"
Around Mech, the Chuckner soldiers stared blankly at the fat man.
Nash looked at his watch, and then looked at the broken metal armor, his face twitching, he was convinced that this fat man is a crazy!
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