Chapter 706: Xiushuihe Zhen

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"kill!"
Stiller struggled to send the ion dagger into the chest of the adjudicator in front of him, and then stepped to the left front side, turning his wrists, and a terrible crack suddenly appeared on the black body of the adjudicator.
The adjudicator stood blankly on the hillside, like a big tree sawed by a lumberjack, swaying unwillingly, and finally lost his balance and fell to the ground. The flame that licked the volume from the rift became more and more intense, and swept through the body quickly.
The firelight reflected the transparent cockpit of the Ranger.
Stiller, who had escaped, gasped violently, like a fish in a dry pond, desperately breathing the muddy air in the cockpit.
This is the fourth arbiter he killed.
In just over twenty seconds of battle, the dangers are ringing.
The opponent's hand speed is too fast, the attack moves are both ruthless and poisonous, and it is obviously a veteran who has been fighting on the battlefield for many years.
From the start, the opponent has at least three opportunities to kill him, but he has only one chance.
If it weren't for mecha martial arts, if it wasn't the experience of the rest of the battles in these years, if it wasn't the hell-like training that clenched your teeth day and night, I am afraid that you are lying on the ground today.
Recall that when the opponent's ion beam knife crossed the mecha shell, the bright light bloomed, Stiller was like a collapse, the whole body was sweating, his hair was tightly pressed against his forehead, and his lips were due to the bad air in the cockpit Whitish.
The gap between life and death is within one centimeter.
Fuck, I'm still alive!
He reached out and pressed the switch of the air circulation system, and nothing happened. He looked up at the lamp that damaged the system above his head, and punched the console.
"Zi", a familiar voice sounded in the vent, fresh air was injected into the cockpit, breathing smoothly.
Stiller breathed greedily.
At this point in the battle, he no longer expected to leave the position alive.
The flashing red light of the damage system indicates that the man in the lower reaches is covered with bruises. The armor's hand was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and the electronic assist system and energy shield had also failed. The external armor cracked into fragments that hung on the body, and the shell was full of gunfire marks and hollows.
If the armor was damaged in such a way, Stiller could retreat long ago.
However, now he cannot leave.
Beside him, there were less than a hundred mechas left in the special battalion. Even if there are miniature mechas to save lives, the casualty rate exceeds 50%. There are more than two hundred fighters from Lere and Mars, staying at the forefront of the 152 position forever.
These are the elites of the bandit army. Their blood made the tiny hilltop of position 152, even after a dozen strong attacks by the Naval Forces, still firmly in the hands of the Fiji Allied forces!
Since the establishment of the bandit army, this army has not disappointed! This was the case before, it is today, and it will be the same in the future!
Optimistic and upward, to all the Lere people who don't care; after being humiliated, the Mars who has played an upright role for himself and his children and grandchildren for this great war that has swept through mankind has already put life and death out of the reach.
This is on Chuckner's land, this is Chuckner's position. However, this is not Le Lei's position, not Mars's position? !
The opposite is to provoke this war, invade your motherland, and let your loved ones break their lives and die.
In the face of the same enemy, anywhere is the position of bandits!
This army, from small to large, from weak to strong, from Leray to Chuckner, for the purpose, there is only one belief-to end this war with victory!
As long as there is a breath, this belief will not disappear.
As long as there is a soldier and a soldier, the position of the bandit army will not fall!
This group is destined to become the strongest voice in this war!
Being one of them, being able to face the most powerful enemies in the world, being able to turn upside down in Mozic, being able to finalize in the Long Bow galaxy, being able to create and witness the miracle of this journey, is every bandit soldier Honour.
Several energy cannons exploded beside him. Through the smoky smoke and flying dust, Stiller saw that an adjudicator grabbed a bandit armor and was desperately stabbing the ion beam knife in his hand.
"Fuck you!"
Stiller roared, and the scarred mech turned into a wounded lion at this moment, flew a kick, knocked the enemy to the ground, and immediately fell on the ground, wrestling together.
At this time, all moves and tactics were thrown out of Jiu Xiaoyun. The rest, only the most primitive and bloodiest fighting!
With the addition of several other adjudicators and rangers around, the scene was suddenly full of excitement. Mech fists and toes flew in the smoke, ion daggers and ion light knives fluttered, metal deafening impact sounds, and the screams of the pilots when they were dying.
On the hillside, thousands of mechas on both sides strangled in the same tragic and crazy posture.
A wave of Posus mechas poured down from the hillside opposite the position, and up the hill where the 152 position was. These gray, rough and heavy steel giants were crowded together, pushing and pushing, rushing towards the direction of the grassroots commander's finger.
Clouds of mushrooms rose in the gray tide. The covered artillery fire was one after another, and then it was connected into a piece, and it was hurriedly spread out like a rolling red cloud.
However, no matter how fierce the artillery fire is, it can't stop the crazy attack of the Suss. In the gray steel torrent, the organic armor continuously turned into flying debris, and the organic armor continued to fall, disappearing in the rolling waves.
But this torrent never ceases.
Under the repeated impact of the Sioux army and the indiscriminate bombardment, the position of the hilltop position has already turned into a ditch in the battle that can not see its original face. In the black soil, blood has flowed into black and red streams.
Blood flowed from high to low, swirling around the burning wreckage of the mecha, soaking the corpse of the warrior, stained with fragments of combat uniforms, and finally gathered in twisted guns, broken metal frames and In the ditch of the bulletproof wall, the shells that were accidentally dropped were sent to the sky and turned into a rain.
The front of the two-kilometre-wide position, including the hillsides on the left and right sides, is like an asura hell.
In order to block the offensive of the Sousse armored group, the Chuckner army again and again invested in troops to counterattack.
It took less than an hour for a regiment to pull into position, and then it was polished again in less than an hour.
The positions of the mechs of both sides were piled up in front of the position. The burning steel, even if it was torn apart, was a big guy with dozens of tons. Thousands of wreckage piled up together, making the entire mountain look like a graveyard of steel giants.
So far, Sousse has launched twelve attacks.
The intensity of each attack is greater than the previous one. The surging Suzanne army tried to use this intensive attack to break through Chuckner's defenses. When the number of mechs impacting the defense line is too large to suppress the firepower of the Chakna army, or simply to let the Chakna people have too little time to kill, and to break through the position, it is a matter of nailing down.
Unfortunately, they used two hundred adjudicators to form a luxurious attack arrow, which was steadily blocked by the bandits at the front of the position. The Chuckners' counterattacks, regardless of cost, were equally determined and tough.
As the troops attacked the mountain again and again, and retreated again and again, the morale of the Sioux army had fallen to the extreme.
They looked up at this small mountain. Watching their companions in the criss-crossing energy cannons assaulting the defense line that seemed to collapse at any time, and watching the waves of fierce and fearless Chakners leap out of the fiery position, making them expect Hope to turn into bubbles again and again.
The fighting power of the Chuckners and the bloodiness of the Chuckners were completely displayed in front of the Sousse in the 152 position.
At the beginning of the war, the forbearing and constantly retreating army, always worried about the loss of the tragedy.
Instead, a team who dared to rush to a company alone, dared to hug his opponent and died together, dared to break his leg and opened the rifle, also hugged the bundled fusion grenade to crawl in front of the position, and even chased the Sus mecha Army rolling down the mountain.
Whether it is the country ’s economy, technology, industrial capabilities, or specific to the performance of the mecha, the army ’s equipment level, the military qualities of the officers, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, Chakner is much higher than the poor soldiers.
When the army of this country finally broke out in a desperate situation, even if it stood far from the hill a few kilometers away from the battlefield, it could feel the power of terror, the chill of the toughness that never compromised and never gave up .
When the Suss army dropped hundreds and thousands of bodies and debris back and forth after the fierce tug of war, the Suss officers could no longer maintain their courage.
In their minds, there are some similar questions.
Even if the 152 highlands are conquered, how many 152 highlands are there in this country? Can they really be conquered by the Sousse Empire? !
In addition, the team that is in front of the adjudicator, obviously not as good as its opponents, but used the fighting style of fighting from beginning to end to show their fate and fierce troops again and again, how many are as crazy as they are Companion?
When the entire Chuckner, like the Chuckner soldiers in the 152 Highlands, fought behind that army, where would this war go?
These questions are too deep and complicated, or too horrible and too chilling, and no one wants to think about it.
They could only stare directly at the of the hill, letting the mood soar and fall between expectation and disappointment again and again.
The adjudicator, there are less than forty mechas.
And the position, though crumbling, still lay ahead.
"Lordman!"
With a serious call, Longman moved his head away from the observation hole and looked at the mainstay partner of his staff, Lieutenant General Pollo.
"Your Excellency, I think you should come and see for yourself." Admiral Poirot looked serious, and his blue eyes flashed with anxiety.
Longman frowned slightly, and immediately saw Poirot nod.
He walked to Poirot without a word, and took a red electronic folder in Poirot's hands.
The dense data and texts had just come into view. Longman hadn't had time to distinguish the meanings expressed in the symbols used by humans to convey information. At his ear, there was a tense voice that Poirot could suppress.
"Admiral, this is what we have just discovered. The enemy's troops invested in the sunset mountain plus the original troops on the position have exceeded six divisions in total." Poirot said quietly. The low voice sounded like the vocal cords were ripped off, leaving only the airflow in the nasal cavity and mouth.
Longman's eyelids jumped sharply, and his face suddenly turned blue.
The Chuckner's unexpected strength of resistance had long made him feel that something was wrong. Poirot's words confirmed his judgment.
This also means that the dozen or so divisions relying on their own hands are not as easy as they had previously imagined to win the sunset mountain defense line.
Perhaps it should be said that it was not easy at first, but now it is even harder!
Since the troop strength is only half that of himself, then the Chuckners can hold on for two days.
This is a good account. Usually the attacking side will lose twice as much as the opponent if the combat effectiveness and other factors are about the same. This means that when the Chuckners lost 50% of their troops, they would have to lose six divisions in this position!
Fifty percent is the lowest casualty rate of a position collapse. Obviously, the defenders of Sunset Hill are not here. Their high morale, tenacious style, and anticipation of the consequences of losing Sunset Hill are enough to support them to continue their battle with 70% casualties.
Moreover, the current casualty ratio of one's own side is far more than twice that of the other side.
This means that even if you invest all your troops, you may not be able to win the sunset mountain.
Longman's brain was spinning fast. The more I think, the more my heart sinks. If the opponent has only six divisions, he would consider desperation, but what if the opponent has not only six divisions, but ten divisions or even twenty divisions?
Looking at the combat map, an idea suddenly crossed his mind, just like a shooting star.
Although this idea was not clear, it was just that the dangerous feeling it produced made Langman suddenly feel that he was like a wolf attacking the rabbit nest. There were fatal eyes hidden in the dark hole, and he was looking at himself greedily.
"General, the base camp sent instructions." In front of the Skynet communication station, a staff member pulled out the folder on the computer and stood up quickly.
After taking the folder, Longman decrypted it by entering his own permissions, only to feel bitter in his mouth.
"Your Excellency?" Poirot saw Longman's expression wrong and asked tentatively.
"Marshal Belif requested that we must take down the Sunset Mountain as soon as possible," Longman handed the document to Poirot: "He seems to be a bit unable to wait. The headquarters staff has moved forward."
Poirot looked, and quickly scanned the commands in his hand.
Although modern technology has already allowed the staff headquarters to guide operations far beyond several galaxies. However, Army operations still follow the tradition of thousands of years, and set the staff headquarters behind the strategic depth of the fighting planet. The distance from the frontline staff varies with the situation.
Moving the staff headquarters forward is a strong signal.
That represents the dissatisfaction of the Supreme Commander with frontline combat. It is a traditional and implicit but unquestionable way of urging.
To any front-line commander, the staff headquarters moving forward step by step is like a dash of succession.
Once the headquarter staff headquarters moved to a position that could replace the front-line army staff headquarters, or even simply overlap, then it also meant that the front-line commander would lose his command and could only look on in humiliation and be demoted after the war, Even accept inquiries and trials.
"Lordman," Poirot pondered for a moment, hesitantly whispered: "Marshal Bellev has always been calm and cautious. In our combat plan, the deadline for breaking through the sunset mountain has not yet arrived. Why did the base camp not ignore it? , Now suddenly anxious? "
Longman horan looked up at Poirot, and when the eyes of the two met, both of them stood upside down.
The thoughts circling in his head quickly became clear, and Longman turned and ordered: "Check for me, how long has the battle report over the town of Flenço not come!"

Xiushuihe Town is located on the banks of Xiushui River, adjacent to Qixing Town in the north. The distance between the two towns is only 20 kilometers.
Although they are all located in the mountainous areas of the western part of the Sunset Mountain Basin, in addition to the perfect highway system, the two places are also connected to the No. 5, No. 6 and No. 8 resource highways, and the transportation is very convenient. It is the first gateway of the northwestern mining area and the cold zone into the warm southeast.
Just ten years after the discovery of Lei Fengxing, human immigrants have appeared in the Phoenix Plains.
The early sunset mountain basin is not yet a human settlement. It's just that with the passage of time, the population of immigrant Lei Fengxing is increasing, and with the proliferation of human beings, the demand for land and resources is also increasing.
When the rare metal ore found in the Sunset Mountain Basin and the energy under the efficiency, but the reserves are quite large, such as natural gas and oil, the human footprint extends here.
With the discovery and development of the Northwestern mining area, the Sunshine Mountain Basin, which is one step ahead and already has a sound industrial foundation and convenient transportation, has become the most important industrial satellite city in Phoenix.
Qixing Town and Xiushuihe Town are the two major towns in the Sunset Mountain Satellite City.
Qixing Town is built on a mountain, and Xiushuihe Town is nearby. The town center is a bustling commercial area, and shopping malls are lined with office buildings. Surrounding the airport terminal are the major industrial areas and material distribution markets. Both cities and towns have a typical cobweb layout.
If you look in the distance in a peaceful age, you can see the busy traffic, the bustling crowd, the telescopic loading arms, the transport ships and shuttles that take off and land frequently.
In this era of war, everything has changed.
The space wall in the center of the city is covered with black holes, and the collapsed floors reveal incomplete floors and messy rooms. On both sides of the city street, there are ruins of broken bricks and bricks.
In the crevices of the airport's ground, waist-high grass has grown, and the terminal hall full of holes is standing quietly, facing the desolate repair shop that has been largely collapsed.
The factories and warehouses in the adjacent industrial area have been abandoned for a long time. The steel frame was covered with brown rust. The original bright signboards and advertisements have become tattered, and the fragments are swaying in the wind, bumping against the iron frame for a while, making a loud noise.
If it weren't for the trenches and fortresses built on the factory buildings outside the city, if it wasn't for the dense Sousse mechs and the fierce exchange of fire from time to time, people might think that these were two dead cities.
Corporal Domusic stood on his waist and drilled through the gap between the two concrete floors. He watched the intersection at the southern end of the street alertly, and then quickly rushed across the street with a portable energy machine gun.
He didn't sit down against the root of the wall until he ran to the corner of a gray building that collapsed in a single breath, gasping for breath.
Beside him, several Chuckner soldiers who had been following him also stopped and sat down in a row, breathing violently, while watching with vigilant eyes on the dirty face. The movement around.
The two soldiers blocked the two ends of the corner one after the other. The gun in their hands was on the ruins, scanning the intersection where the enemy might appear.
This is the East District of Xiushuihe Town.
Since Suss lightning invaded the Sunset Mountain, the Xiushuihe defenders have relied on the surrounding stable positions and bases to resist enough supplies.
From the highway to the suburbs of the city, then from the suburbs to the downtown area, and finally, there is no end to endless street fighting.
The West and South Districts of Xiushuihe Town have fallen into the hands of the Suss.
Dou Mi heard that last night, the troops entered by the Sousse from the Western District and the roundabout troops hit the friendly positions in the Northern District. All night of fighting blood flowed into the river, and many streets in the northern area had fallen into the hands of the enemy.
This news is obviously true. Because in the morning when he got up from the basement of an abandoned building in the Weir industrial area, he saw that the temporary camp had a lot of wounded soldiers and medical staff.
Most of the wounded soldiers were soldiers of the second regiment stationed in the North District.
A heavy rain in the morning made the whole sky gray. In the open space between the ruins, the gray sewage was foamed and spread over the ankles. Medical tents temporarily built among the ruins made a crackling sound in the rain.
The roof and ceiling are covered with holes in the workshop and turned into a temporary hospital. Hundreds of soldiers lay on the stretcher, looking at the raindrops flying through the holes in the high ceiling.
The medical staff are busy in tension. Some civilian girls acted as nurses. When they saw the wounded wounds or the white and red cracked bones that pierced their skin, their faces became pale and weak. They were either vomiting to death or crying.
When so many soldiers gathered together, the scene was indeed spectacular.
Dou Mi believes that those girls will survive this level. At least before he led his squad to leave, he had already seen a few girls whose faces were still ugly and had the courage to start helping.
Among these girls, there is a girl with long, supple black hair and curly eyebrows, which is very beautiful.
Dou Mi remembered her naturally, and felt that if she knew her, even if she needed to lie in a bed, it was no big deal.
I just don't know if I still have a chance.
He spit hard and looked at the time.
There is one block away from the destination, and the time is still twenty minutes. This meant that his actions were advanced and there was still plenty of time to stun him for a while.
He gasped, and suddenly felt pain in his heart.
In this city, the Sos are everywhere, and their ugly mechas are everywhere. If the North Zone loses its position, the army will only have the East stronghold. If today's counterattack cannot achieve a little effect, perhaps the enemy will rush into the Eastern District at night.
When will that girl go to hide?
This may be her last battle, or her last day.
What is she doing when she falls in front of the enemy's mech?
Are you bandaging the wounded, or are you trying to stuff her long black hair into a nurse hat? When the time passes and the war is over, if she survives, will she know that this morning, there was a dirty corporal who looked at her for ten minutes?
Dou Mi shook his head, and was amused by his sudden crankiness.
His armored battalion is part of the Chakner 352 armored division. The main force of the division has retreated to the satellite city of Sunset Mountain. Only this battalion remained in Xiushuihe Town after the break.
After a long and fierce battle, there were only less than 100 mechs in the entire battalion. The mech who lost the mech picked up the infantry's weapon. Not to mention, several of the companions beside him, even dozens of hours ago, were still mechanics or cooks who played big spoons in the cooking class.
Thinking of this, Dou Mi turned to look at the bearded Allen who was behind him.
Allen stared at Dou Mi with unknown eyes.
Dou Mi smiled, his face so dirty that he could not see the skin, showing a row of white teeth.
Allen, the black-hearted cook, really didn't cover it. Yesterday, he also killed two Sousse soldiers with a kitchen knife.
At that time, the situation changed, and he was murderous and standing on the ruins, completely breaking his sinful face while blowing his nose and cooking. At one time, the soldiers were shocked to heaven, and flattered him for one night.
Unfortunately, there are too few cooks like Allen.
This was the last counterattack by the defenders of Xiushuihe Town. The 352 Division, the 1913 Division, and a number of Chakner soldiers with different numbers that retreated from the more west front, all got out of every corner of the city today and gathered to fight.
Although there were less than 1,000 mechas, and the rest were infantry, the command still hoped to launch an offensive south at the last moment to delay the advance of the Suss.
Dou Mi looked at the time again and stood up. The cat's waist hurried to the vigilant soldier and whispered to ask him to observe the surroundings.
The soldier's answer shaking his head puzzled Dou Mi.
Although the Sousse have not yet entered the Eastern Division, they have never stopped their offensive outside the Eastern Division.
However, he has come through this way and has passed through two blocks where no Susmen usually rushed over, but did not find any Suss, and did not even hear any sound of crossfire.
Everything seems so abnormal.
However, this is a good thing for Dou Mi after all. As long as he crosses the next block, he can enter the predetermined position and then, after fifteen minutes, launch a counterattack against the enemy.
At that time, many Chuckners would come out from all corners of the city ruins and rush towards the enemy without looking back.
He made a gesture and was about to order to move on. Suddenly, several cannons were heard in the distance.
The sound seemed to suddenly enter the range that the ear can receive from a far away place. First, it was far and slight, and gradually it grew louder. In the end, it turned into a thunder and thunder. .
Dou Mi looked at his watch for the third time, suddenly waved to the soldiers with blank faces, and then jumped out immediately.
The troops must have launched in advance!
He thought, running wildly along the empty street.
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