Chapter 561: Wicked

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"kill!"
When he heard this thunderous roar, the Chakner warriors running towards the 415 heights were ecstatic.
"It's our people!"
"Come on, brothers come to save us!"
As they ran, they looked forward in surprise.
Countless self-propelled artillery fired after 415 high ground. These self-propelled guns completely ignored the danger of the coordinates being exposed as soon as they fired when Skynet was suppressed, and frantically sent an energy-launching cannon to the sky without intervals. The sky was obscured by white meteors, and the roaring sound like a train entering a tunnel was overwhelming.
A moment later, as the first batch of energy shells exploded in the formation of the Jeppen Armored Battalion, a roaring roar rang through the sky.
"Long live Chuckner !!"
Countless Chakner warriors rushed down from the mountain.
Although only infantry, the collective charge of thousands of people is still like the Yangtze River. The portable missiles and portable energy guns in their hands are roaring and roaring. Hundreds of missiles, dragging twisted white tail smoke, shrill screams in the air, thousands of energy guns, machine guns and rifle bullet chains, instantly forming a dense network of light.
The valley basin, which has been flooded with thunder, seems to have detonated 100,000 tons of explosives. Countless mushroom clouds rise into the sky. Dark smoke, claws in the air. It was too late to dissipate in the violent mountain breeze, and countless identical black smoke masses appeared out of thin air. Between the black smoke, there is white smoke that is too thick to melt, and only white cracks of mud and gravel hitting the ground can be heard in the white smoke. It is a flickering red flame rising toward the sky.
Jeppen ’s armored battalion, which was torn apart by the red mech, fell into greater chaos.
Their main formation was broken up by the artillery fire, and their squads of mechas were strangled by the red mechas that traveled like a wind. There are more than four hundred mechas, and now there are less than two hundred. These two hundred vehicles were distributed on a 20-square-kilometer ground, each fighting separately. Regardless of how the battalion commander made a mad order, he could never gather.
The red mech that killed the red eye kept splitting among them.
They always appear in the most frightening time in the most frightening time, focusing the attacks on the most frightening parts, and then disappearing without a trace in the most frustrating time.
The disappearance of one red mech squad often means that another red mech squad will emerge from nowhere. They are like a precise machine, under the control of a pair of invisible hands, each gear meshes seamlessly. If you have not been attacked by them for a period of time, you have to be more careful. Maybe in the next second, there will be three to four red knives, which will appear from all around and poke into your body.
Fear spread in the hearts of Jeppen Mech Warriors.
They are not afraid of fighting or even dying. However, they have no way to face such a crazy waved knife, but they can't catch their opponents.
When the battle enters a situation where the comrades around me keep falling down and they want to desperately find no one, this battle can no longer be fought.
Moreover, the instruction they accepted was to do their utmost to prevent these enemies from moving closer to the 415 position and to prevent the enemy from joining the 415 position. They did exactly that. However, the eight mech squads that had been detoured from the two wings to the enemy's infantry queue had been cut into the melons and vegetables by the messy red mechs before they were waiting for the enemy's team.
Not to mention the squads, even the two companies that are the main force at the moment are already crumbling. The original dense formation has been torn to pieces. On the whole plain, there are dozens of mecha groups in large and small groups fighting each other. And most of them are in a round defensive formation, guarding the surroundings diligently.
Ordinary soldiers can't understand what is going on, and what they really understand is that only the cold-handed commander of Jeppen Armored Battalion.
The battalion commander is thirty years old this year.
A thirty-year-old child of a newly-entered low-level noble family who started as a business and became a commander of the Jeppen Armored Battalion is already a remarkable achievement.
He entered the 68th Royal Military Academy of Jeppen at the age of 16. At the age of 22, he entered the army with four years of excellent results in all subjects, two years of special cultivation experience and the rank of captain, and became a grassroots officer.
In the army, after eight years of hard work, he finally relied on his excellent military qualities, solid military command skills, and accumulated military achievements to the battalion.
For him, these eight years are eight years of accumulation.
A company does not have much effect on the battlefield, but a battalion may change the outcome of a war! He believes that his commanding skills will take him straight in the next eight years.
But he didn't expect that his dream was crushed by a disgruntled red armor company at this moment.
He has done his best. He started to get ready from the side where the mixed armor and infantry mixed forces started to move closer. Although the scouts sent one after another had no news, and no intelligence was brought back, but this also made him smell a trace of danger from all kinds of unusual.
What kind of strength the special battalion of the 172 Division has, he couldn't be more clear. One hundred special mechas were actually annihilated, and none of the more than twenty reconnaissance mechas sent back. This has already explained the problem.
In this battle, he did not have the slightest emotion of the enemy. There is no intention to try to wipe out the enemy.
As a commander, he learned from his mentor, in addition to military theory and command skills, as a qualified commander, he controlled his emotions and desires.
He doesn't need to wipe out the enemy, he just needs to block the enemy, and that's enough! Any unrealistic greed that ultimately brings is usually not a dessert of victory.
Although his integrated armored battalion has more than 400 mechas, the number is five or six times that of his opponent. However, weighing the gains and losses between annihilating the opponent and blocking the opponent, and weighing the unusualness he himself smelled before, he still chose a more stable tactic.
When the opponent appeared in the east of the basin, his troops were ready to fight and came out of the base methodically.
When the opponent walked to a third of the basin, his troops had already rushed up, forcing the opponent's mech units to intercept, and the infantry troops detoured northwest.
When the opponent advanced into the middle of the basin, his wings had already begun a large-scale outsourcing. When the two-wing outliers were contained by his opponents, his troops had already begun to go round on a larger scale.
He was determined to keep these people here!
Even if he now re-examines his tactical command, he doesn't think he has made any mistakes. The strength of the force has been used to the extreme, and the weakness of the opponent has not been spared. In detail command, it is even more effort. Skynet has been running at full speed since the beginning of the battle. In the case of suppressing the opponent's electronic system, the entire battle is in his hands.
However, it was under such circumstances that the commander of the opponent was turned over abruptly.
He stared at his troops, cut apart by a knife. Whenever he gave instructions to the battle, he found that the opposing commander always robbed him.
That guy, there is always a way to make the situation more chaotic, and there is always a way to cut the pieces of the troops he is trying to organize closer. On several occasions, he thought that he had grasped the opponent ’s pulse. On several occasions, he repeatedly commanded his troops to forcibly intercept them, trying to cut off the connection between the opponent ’s troops and disrupting the opponent ’s endless offensive coordination.
One by one, one by one, under his command, he ran around and was exhausted. What was eventually obtained was the news that the opponent was suddenly attacked by the opponent because of the time difference, or because of the time difference.
Time difference, time difference. These three words, like a dagger, stuck deeply in his heart.
The opposing commander, using the time difference to cooperate, use the time difference to change his red troops from one company to two companies and three companies! Turning your superior troops into weak, passively beaten troops.
Endless artillery fire fell all around.
In front of me, each of the Jeppeng mechs fleeed in vain, fighting each other. Countless Chakner infantry surged down from the 415 position. They followed the valley, along the hillsides on both sides, and unscrupulously launched an attack with the red mech.
When the two teams of Chakner met at a hilltop in Gukou, he heard cheers much louder than the sound of guns and explosions beside him.
Everything is over.

Among the mountains on the Karachi River, southeast of the 415 highlands, the six small hills are rolling, and it looks like a two-humped camel sitting on the ground with three heads end to end. The vegetation is lush and the air is fresh. The moss on the mountain wall, several gurgling springs, and the crisp bird calls from time to time, appear extremely peaceful and peaceful.
Suddenly, the flock of birds in the jungle flew into the sky without warning, screaming, and fled.
The earth began to tremble. Tranquility was broken.
A huge engine sound rang from behind the hillside, and dense steel mechas jumped out from behind the hillside, rolling down like a galloping horse among the flying dust. Dense bushes and bushes and shrubs were crushed under the huge heavy mechanical feet, and countless large trees were broken in this steel torrent.
After a while, the mecha group has already crossed the mountain. The sound of footsteps and wind whispers that faded away gradually became less and less audible. Once again the calm hills were in disarray.
Looking down from the sky, at different hills that are a few kilometers to tens of kilometers apart, four or five of the same teams are rushing all the way to the same place, rowing the mountains and the sea!
"Master Division," an anxious voice came from the communication channel: "Chachner's unit at position 415 has launched an offensive. The offensive is extremely fierce. The three regiments and one battalion will be unable to withstand it."
"Tell the commander of a battalion, hold on. He's on top for another eight minutes, and I'll give him credits! Promote him to be the commander of the regiment!" The blue muscles on the neck of Zhongshan wing jumped, and his eyes were as red as blood.
The sound in the communicator disappeared, and beside me, only the roar of the mecha engine remained.
Zhongshan Wing did not know exactly what the liaison officer said to the 1st Battalion Commander, he only knew that he was desperately leading the team forward. He was going to race with the mud legs that walked with his feet. Eight minutes, no, it only took five minutes, and he could get there, letting the Chakner lose all hope at the last minute.
For many years, Jeppenbaum has been watching him. The power of the great is everywhere. It only takes five minutes, it only takes five minutes!
In the red eyes, everything disappeared. Mountains, trees, sunlight, rocks, everything disappeared. Even the sound seemed to disappear ... except for my own heartbeat.
Everything outside the mech is twisted in high-speed running.
Distance, time ......... the whole world, only these two things are left.
Over the mountains, down the valley, over the stream, climbed the steep slope, and ran along the ridge, and finally, the battlefield was full of countless thunders.
The vision, with the disappearance of the hillside slope, suddenly became bright.
Zhongshan Wing stood on the top of the mountain and stared blankly at the valley basin ......... that was a scene of hell. The dense corpse, the dense wreckage of the mecha, followed a curved line and laid all the way to the 415 heights.
Numerous flames scattered scattered on the flat ground, thick smoke billowed.
As he expected, the battle continued. However, it was not that his armored battalion was blocking and strangling enemies. On the contrary, it was the red mechs that strangling them.
And their infantry team has reached the 415 position mountainside.
The who had escaped from life were using their portable missiles and energy cannons that they had just got in their hands to fire at the fighting Jeppen mechs. They are kept within a safe distance and can be retracted into their positions at any time.
How much did you escape? One thousand or one thousand five hundred?
Those guys who didn't fire were jumping and screaming. The deafening cheers were so clear in the sound of gunfire and explosion.
The mecha radar suddenly issued successive prompts. The Zhongshan wing turned blankly, and the two armored battalions appeared almost simultaneously in the southeast and northeast of the valley basin.
Those were the two battalions of the 59th Division.
Looking at the red mechs still strangling his subordinates unscrupulously, Zhongshan Wing just felt a raging fire and jumped from his heart to his brain. At this moment, all reason was burned completely!
"Kill! Kill!" His voice trembled, as if murmuring.
"Kill, kill me!" His voice was amplified, with a nervous excitement.
"Rush up to me and kill them!" Zhongshan Wing roared frantically, pushing the mech control lever, and immediately rushed down the mountain. His movements were too fast, too sudden. When the jerky mecha soldiers who had come back to the sky swarmed down the mountain, the distance from him had already been nearly 400 meters away.
In the basin, there are less than one hundred Jeppen mechas.
"Fuck, I want to kill me, I want to block Lao Tzu." The fat man, surrounded by the nine gold medalists who regrouped, opened the killing ring, and it was extremely enjoyable.
"General, the enemy's reinforcements are here," Markwich reminded.
"Reinforcement?" The fat man looked around blankly, only to see the two directions of southeast and northeast, countless Jie Peng mecha like gushing out of the mountain, valley. On the front of himself, a Jeep Peng Ling cat led the two hundred prairie cats with orange joints and rushed towards him fiercely.
"Shameless!" Fatty Qi Qiqiao smoked. Lao Tzu struggled to equalize the situation, just took advantage, and his mother came to help! These dog days are so unreasonable!
"You withdraw first!" The fat man stared at the mech that was rushing to himself alone. Seeing the other party being so arrogant, I felt sad and angry and wronged.
For a moment, anger started to grow from his heart to the courageous side. As soon as he pulled the joystick, the mech rose into the air: "Lao Zi will do another ticket for his dog day!"
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