Chapter 546: Where is the fart?

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"Wow!"
[Taihang] Throw it away, [Toyama] fell in the trench of the mech, and the broken copper and iron next to it jumped and muddy water splashed.
Kozmo had not jumped out of the mech yet. A skilled mechanic had already stepped forward to open the [Toyama] cockpit. A few other soldiers who were bored behind the position swarmed up. Carry it out.
Jay Jeppen's face was pale. To be honest, let the Chakner warriors sneer and fiddle, facing the muzzle pointed at him, showing a gesture of incomparable cooperation. Control yourself not to anger the enemy. A pair of tiny triangular eyes with a trace of pity and a sense of panic were at a loss. Trying to awaken the sympathy of the winner,
At this time, he had nothing to do with the mecha that poured out firepower unscrupulously in front of the position.
In this world, there is no one who is not afraid of death.
Anyone who pats his chest and says that he is not afraid of death is just a state of detachment. He must be investigated carefully. No one dares to say that he will be dead forever in his life.
There are such people, it is estimated that the fat man is a slobber. Fuck you, I ’m so timid, right? !
The battle at the position has ended.
The retreating Jie Peng people finally did not regain their counterattack in the fire attack that followed.
This group of soldiers in grey uniforms lost all their courage and even crawled into the bunker at the foot of the hill. Even an officer with a pistol waving Jen Peng killed several soldiers running in front, and failed to stop the panic.
If you choose to run away and turn your back to the enemy, you will always feel that your back is staring at something, and the chill is pressing. Under the pressure of fear of death, I couldn't stop trying to stop.
Faced with such a retreat, experienced Chakner fighters will naturally not let go.
Unlike the previous battles, the only thing they need to do when conducting a fire attack is to aim and shoot.
It was a short but tragic massacre.
Jeppen soldiers rushing towards the bottom of the mountain were shot row by row. The gray figures rolling and crawling either stiffened on their knees or stumbled. The corpses are all over the hillside. Among the sparse forests, echoes are all gunshots and screams.
No matter how fast people's legs are, they can't beat bullets anyway. More than two hundred Jeppen soldiers who took part in the charge turned around and fled, but only one hundred fifty-six, and finally returned to the position, but only six or seventy.
This was the twenty-third attack by the Chakner fighters. A miraculous battle.
The kind of gap that knows that you will lose and die, but wins and wins is very exciting for the exhausted gang.
They howled with their throats, and the blood vessels with their thick fingers jumped clearly under the red neck. Until they passed through the traffic trench and into the mecha trenches, their faces were red as blood. The pair of eyes were excited and their eyes were amazing, making them look like a group of bulls who had just won the duel.
The sight of the soldiers was completely different when they saw another group of miscellaneous soldiers. After this battle, even mentally handicapped people know that the gang of miscellaneous cards in front of them is not as simple as it seems.
If nothing else, just look at that fat-admiral ’s sniper marksmanship, you can afford these four words. That is not something that can be blown out by the mouth. It is the true skill of innumerable hard training and fighting on the battlefield!
And that mech warrior. Everyone knows the goods, and the guys who have their eyes on their heads in the Special Battalion of the Armored Division are not opponents!
The Chakna warriors, who let go of their prejudices, began to remedy their short-sightedness. They are all people who walk on the line of life and death, right is right, wrong is wrong, in their dictionary, there is no word for hypocrisy.
As soon as they walked into the mech trenches, a group of Chakner men were like seeing their loved ones who had reunited for a long time, and they were familiar with the bandits and soldiers. The smokers, the food eaters, the near ones, the flatterers, are all very busy.
"Brother, come a cigarette." The top soldier with his slap imprint on his face sat down next to Buzz: "Just now ... hehe, too busy, I haven't had time to greet you, where are you calling ? "
Buzz looked at this sparse blond hair, with a big head and a lot of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He took the cigarette he handed and accepted the explanation he was "busy" just now. Tao: "Just came from the Longbow Galaxy."
"Longbow galaxy?" The superior soldier exchanged a glance with the sergeant who was sitting on the other side with the slap mark on his face, opened the lighter, and asked, "Salgar?"
"Mars." Buzz joined the fire and lit cigarettes: "I just fought a battle in the Longbow galaxy and killed two elephant-class fleets of the Binalt Empire. I heard that you are in trouble, this is not, Come here. "
"Kill ......... two elephant-class fleets ..." The superior soldiers and corporals stunned. The lighter in the high soldier's hand shuddered and almost touched a strand of hair hanging down on Buzz's forehead.
"Any opinion?" Buzz smiled.
"Sorry, sorry." The superior soldier shook his hand and closed the lighter: "Brother, I admit, we just looked away. But you are so bragging, it's too unreliable ..."
Buzz rolled his eyes: "Bragging? When you read the military newspaper, you know if I'm bragging."
The superior soldier rolled his eyes and did not believe it anyway.
"Brother, which unit are you?" The corporal on the side started the topic, pointing to Buzz's uniform and asking, "Why have we never seen such a uniform?"
"We're not a regular army," Buzz smiled, showing the logo on his shoulder: "Mars Bandit, have you heard of it?"
The corporal looked at the big bandit and shook his head stunned. Claiming to be a bandit, this is the first time he heard. The superior soldier on the side lit up his eyes and said happily: "I heard that Mars was shot down by a bandit army. Later he was taken over by the Feiyan and I heard that the bandit army commander was a Colonel Leray. Could it be ... "
"It's us!" Buzz raised his head proudly, and pointed at the fat man not far away: "That's the colonel you said, now the major general. Our leader."
"Awesome!" Actually, only the furry soldiers who knew only a little bit about the Battle of Mars quickly changed the subject and picked their thumbs up: "I have heard that the Lerei Federation played a heroic game. Not to mention, the sniper shooting of your general really opened our eyes. "
With that, the senior soldier rushed to hold the sniper rifle, Feng Laosi said to Baz, "Did you see this guy?"
"Sniper?" Buzz glanced at some of the frustrated Feng Fengsi.
"Samsung snipers. Twelve teams, he killed three teams. Half a year." The upper class soldiers smirked happily: "When I talked to us about the marksmanship, my eyes are all over my head. Your fat general, in less than half an hour, killed at least thirty! Where to point and where to shoot, that shot is really god! "
Baz jumped out naturally, and he served the fattest chief most. At this time, I heard the first-class soldiers flattering so deliberately, and immediately boasted with a frown: "What is that, to be honest, you really want to see our general's majesty on the mech ... Hey, I am afraid that it is an eye They all have to fall. I have n’t served a few people in my life, but our general, I ’ve served all my body. "
"Major General is a Mecha Warrior?" The Chakner fighters gathered around the crowd and were shocked. The mechanic soldier Shen Ming held the gun in his arms and asked in amazement: "Isn't he a mechanic?"
"Who said that a mechanic cannot be a mech warrior?" Buzz pouted.
"How many levels?" Asked Sampson, who had already been unable to resist. After hearing that this group of guys came from Mars, the only mecha fighter left in the company couldn't contain his heartbeat.
"How many levels?" Baz froze, scratching his head: "I don't know. I don't know."
This is not Buzz's trickery. In fact, whether it is military or civil mecha fighting standards, it is not even applicable to them, and how can it be used to measure great fat executives.
The Chuckner fighters glanced at each other in confusion, some could not understand. Do you still have a bachelor in this world without knowing your grade? Is the grade still unclear?
Sampson pointed to Kozmo next to the mech: "Then this guy, should he be at least an eighth-level mech warrior?"
"Military eighth level, forty-five seconds per second, right? Then you are too small to look at people." The Baz language is not surprisingly endless, one sentence shocked everyone present at the scene: "Using the standards of our civil fighters That guy is now estimated to be the level of first-level mech commander. Although it is a bit short, the hand speed is also sixty-two. "
With that, Baz glanced at Kozmo and amplified his voice fiercely: "However, don't look at his stupid, if we lose the guess, let's take him round!"
Hearing Buzz's unabashed voice, Kozmo raised his eyebrows lightly.
The Chuckner fighters sitting next to Buzz couldn't believe their ears. Sampson stuttered authentically: "Mech I, 6 ... 62?"
The dull eyes focused on Kozmo.
Kozmo twisted his and stepped on the muddy water at the bottom of the pit, walking towards the fat man sitting at the far end.
Buzz is lively, likes to brag, like to play tricks, make friends and make jokes. And his temperament is much calmer. The experience of Phantom Stream before meeting the fat man is enough to make this young patriarch more mature than the average person. For him, defeating a Jepson who had a hand speed of no more than thirty movements per second to show off in front of these gangs of infantry was really meaningless.
Only Buzz is happy.
Sampson looked silly at Cosmo, who walked away. He couldn't believe it. This young man in his twenties, who looked like a student, turned out to be a pilot with a speed of sixty-two movements per second!
In this era of mechas, some people may not know what it means to be a first-level mecha commander, but no one does not know what the hand speed of sixty-two movements per second means!
In Chakna, the top nine-level mech warrior, but the hand speed of fifty movements per second. Sixty movements per second, that is a tenth-level mech warrior! Not to mention the infantry division, all of Chakner's mech divisions were screened aside and could not be found! As far as Sampson knows, at present Chuckner ’s top mech warrior has a hand speed only at the highest peak and has just reached 55 per second!
"This is impossible!" Sampson, who had been silly for a long time, suddenly jumped like a cat with a stomped tail.
"Is it very high?" Buzz, who was more vain than a fat man, had the same feeling as he ate honey. He pretended to be surprised: "My hand speed is sixty."
With that, he pointed at the next to Hagrove, Monson, and others: "I heard of Mech Warriors, they are all. The hand speed exceeds sixty-five."
Boom, all Chuckner fighters only felt a loud noise in their heads, and all thoughts disappeared.
They stunned and looked down at Buzz's finger. A group of indifferent soldiers were standing side by side, standing like nothing, and sitting like nothing. Several of them, facing their own eyes, raised the can of cigarettes in their hands and nodded with a smile. It's just a bunch of people.

The forest outside the isolation zone around the position was burning quietly, and the flames licked the trunk, like a torch, and it blew out and burst from time to time. The dark grayish blue smoke wafted in the mountain breeze, the smell of burnt, mixed in the moist air of the valley, suffocating. The deep crater was still smoking with white smoke. In the standing water at the bottom of the pit, there was a trace of red blood foam flowing down from the body on the slope.
The fat man sat on an ammunition box, staring at the mecha just captured in front of him, panting tremblingly. The deafening sounds of guns and explosions have disappeared for several minutes, but until now, it seems that they have gradually gone away from their ears.
There is no regular army combat uniform, and the uniform has worn a few large holes. The body and feet are covered with mud, and even the face and neck are clean. The sniper rifle could no longer be held, leaning against the wall of the pit, and the tactical helmet was thrown under the feet. Sweaty short hair, tangled into a handful of handfuls, looks like a hedgehog.
This battle of positions has exhausted all the strength of the fat man. While fighting, he was able to shoot out and desperately shot. But once it stops, the instinct will start to work. The body seemed to be falling apart in the uncontrollable shaking and soreness. He stared blankly at the ground, even his eyes were too lazy to turn around.
The enemy's another attack was repulsed, and a mech was seized. With simple repairs, he was able to enter the battle ... However, the surroundings were surrounded, and the mountains and the wild were enemies. From the perspective of Jie Pengtian, their main force has crossed their current line of defense and started to attack the second line of defense behind them.
This position where I am now is like being in the middle of the high-speed traffic. As long as you take a step at will, or a guy with bad intentions gently flicks the joystick of the flying car, he will be swallowed up.
What a creative way of death ... The fat man's eyes rolled around, trying to find an end for his life on this land covered with scorched craters
Fuck, it doesn't seem to be comfortable lying anywhere. If you lose your arm and break your leg ...
No, I can't wait any longer.
The fat man took the maintenance arm and looked at the [Toyama] mech in front of him.
The Jepen people under the mountain are just a battalion. In the case of heavy casualties in the last attack, it was difficult to guarantee that they would not call for reinforcements. If you come to an armor company, or a few fighters, you have to explain yourself here!
The only way is to strengthen yourself! First grab their mechs!
You forced Lao Tzu!
Starting the maintenance arm, the fat man was about to start on [Toyama] and suddenly felt something was wrong.
On the dog's day, where did that run? It says it collects weapons, why is he not on the position?
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