Chapter 413: ambush

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Floods of artillery fired down the highlands, slamming the crowded Sousse mech formations on the slopes. In the nearly crazy sound of the bandit armor, the battalion of the Sousse 402 regiment, like a dandelion in the storm, quickly dissipated.
At this moment, the most shocking is naturally Chuck. He had never imagined that the enemy was ambushing such powerful firepower on the position.
"Where did these mechas come from ?!" Chuck growled and grabbed the military staff responsible for the coordination of the electronic mechas.
"He ... they ..." The poor military staff was pale with sweat and sweat.
Under the electronic coverage of the two rows of electronic mechas, any actions and circumstances of the other position should have been as clear as the palms. However, until the enemy's mech suddenly appeared and caused a devastating blow to a battalion, the electronic mech detection system did not issue any warning.
The military staff officer whose collar was grabbed whispered, and he was still full of doubts in his own mind, and where could he answer Chuck's question.
"Artillery suppression!" Chuck, who did not get the answer, slammed the staff down to the ground, turned his head to the dazed staff in front of the central console of the command mech, and gritted his teeth in a roar. , Order the first battalion to cooperate with the second battalion to form a circular defensive formation, retreat first! "
"Yes!" The staff awakened like dreams, and suddenly jumped. Cries, roars, footsteps, a mess.
Chuck's order was quickly communicated to the front through the command system.
There was another panic, the second battalion that had jumped out of the position. With the command of the grassroots officers and the clutter of footsteps, the triangular attack array was forcibly transformed into an irregular circular defensive array. Hundreds of mechas were scattered on the plain in front of the 205 highland, like ants on a hot pot.
The formation has just changed initially. Hundreds of Sousse mechas are rushing towards the high ground at high speed under the urging of the officers. Now, what they need to do is to connect a battalion with a battalion behind to the formation, and then slowly retreat back to the attack position to survive the slaughter first.
The same scene of hesitation was on the attacking ground. The bombarded mecha, which had not yet completed the energy supply, sporadically set up the four-corner bracket again, and the Suzanne mecha fighters desperately pulled the buttons on the joystick according to the previous shooting coordinates on the computer. Send energy shells to 205 high ground.
The part of the mech that broke into the position, they could no longer care about it. In such a terrifying firepower network of the enemy, the mechs rushing to the front have only one dead end. If you don't use long-range firepower to suppress the enemy, then the remaining troops in a battalion can't escape the fate of destruction. Only by suppressing the enemy with indiscriminate fire power can we gain time for the retreat of the remaining mechs of the 2nd and 1st Battalions.
For a time, the entire battlefield was completely boiling. The tactics of the Suss changed, and they soon achieved results. Dense artillery sounds shook the sky, and countless explosions flashed one after another on a height of only one or two square kilometers. With the support of the rear and the coordination of the command system, the Sus mechas who were still congested at the front of the position finally stabilized. They formed a small defensive position with each other, and steadily retreated while firing.
However, how could the bandit army, which had prevailed, let the cooked duck fly away like this. Beating down the water dog has always been the tradition of bandits. The same is true even in the newly established SM Three Regiment. Just as Suss's cover fire leaped from the attack position, a bugle sounded suddenly from the rear of the 205 high ground.
Charge!
"Long live the bandit!" Hundreds of rumblings resounding through the sky merged into a single voice.
The fierce and ugly mechas suddenly jumped out of the trenches. Their grim figure jumped between the trenches. The auxiliary thrusters on their backs sprayed red light. For a moment, hundreds of mechas were like one. Shooting meteors flew over the Sousse Mechs.
The Messi mechs on the of the position hadn't had time to react. The bandits' mechas had already flew into the middle of them as if they were flying arrows.
"Close assault!"
The counterattack launched by the bandit army dumbfounded the Suss.
They never dreamed that these strangely shaped mechas dared to charge the Sousse armor cluster.
That ’s [Boxing King]! Eighth-generation mechas from the beginning of the Suss mechas, with close combat as the design direction from the beginning! From its name, it can be seen that this mech's fierce fighting ability!
Not to mention the mechs of the free world, even on the Resk battlefield, there are few regular armored units of Chakner who dare to charge [Mecha] mech clusters. The title of "Fist of Fighters" is not just a name. Their fierce strength is enough to crush any enemy who is caught in formation!
However, the stupid commander of the bandit army had lost the cover of the mecha trenches at this time, abandoned the advantage of the firepower network that they organized by surprise, and their minds chose to charge the [Mecha] group of mechas The ugly mech is looking for death!
The head of the 402 Regiment, who had been closely watching the fighting situation on the high ground, immediately burst into delight. He grabbed the microphone, shaking his beard-filled chin, and ordered: "A battalion resisted slightly, pretended to be defeated, and let the enemy down ..."
His orders were quickly passed to the ears of all mech warriors through the theater communication channel.
"Before the two battalions of the second battalion burst out, the enemy must be swallowed in!"
"This highland is ours!" The military staff on the side waved their fists in excitement. This charge launched by the enemy with inferior forces is simply a poor mistake! Giving up the cover of the position, the free world has not been able to take advantage of that mech unit in front of the Sousse Armored Regiment.
However, the surprise of the Suss quickly became like a broken bubble, disappearing without a trace-there was no need to pretend to be defeated, and the moment the gangster mech entered the Sus mech group, it had just stabilized. The Sousse formation is in complete chaos.
The virtual screen of the hyperopic instrument brought everything that happened on the 205 high ground to the eyes of the Sousse.
On the screen, hundreds of fierce figures shot into the formation of a battalion. The first "Battle Sword" was struck between two "Fist of Fighters" at an extremely strange pace. Its movement was as fast as a flying electric light. Under the close attack of it and the three mechs behind it, in an instant, the two [Fist of Fighters] had become a burning fire. The fire was rising into the sky, and in the red light, this [Battle Sword] had already flashed 100 meters away, and another [Battle Sword] had completed the killing of another Sousse Mecha from the left and right.
On the steep brown-yellow in front of the 205 highland, the torn tree trunks lay prostrate, and under the surface of the opened soil, huge rocks were blown into potholes, countless large and small scorched black craters dotted one by one, twisted The parts of the weapon and the mech were scattered all over the place, and the burning debris was billowing black smoke to the sky, and the smoky smoke was scattered in the violent wind.
Hundreds of ugly mechas are on this steep slope, in the Sousse mecha group, just before Chuck's eyes, galloping! They are like a group of demon wolves, looming in the flying dust, and the catapults are scattered and impermanent. Their fighting skills are strange and deadly. In front of them, the majestic [boxing king] is like a clumsy sloth, except in vain. Apart from waving their fists, there is no effective resistance.
One by one, [Fist of Fighters], turned into a burning fire in the countless dark shadows. The violent martyrdom was like a continuous firework on the steep of the highland.
An extreme fear attacked every Sos.
"God!"
That's not a simple free mecha with an energy cannon, it's a nine-generation mecha with a performance that is overwhelmingly superior to [King]! Moreover, those who drive these mechas are all high-level mecha warriors of level 8 or above!
For a while, Chuck felt cold all over. He understood that he had made a huge mistake inadvertently!
When the civil fighters in this world become real mecha fighters, when they have high-level military mechas with excellent performance, when they obey orders and know how to cooperate, when they no longer fight alone, they learn to fight in groups At that time, they are no longer the militia they once easily defeated!
Decades of hard work and the close combat skills accumulated in the free world for thousands of years have given this world a terrifying power-absolutely no country can have so many advanced mech warriors! Neither the Binalt Empire, the Feiyan Republic nor any other country. In close combat, the free world is unique in the world!
A demon, gathered this horrifying force!
"Block them!" Chuck roared with a split eye: "The 401 regiment immediately entered the attack position to organize the defense, allowing the 402 regiment second battalion to shrink the formation to block in place! The enemy cannot be rushed down! Block them!"
As an excellent frontline commander, Chuck's response is very timely. He keenly saw the places that other military staff had not yet seen. Almost as soon as he gave the order. A group of the same ugly mechas emerged from the 205 high ground with their grim figure.
If a counterattack is formed by the bandits, the consequences will be disastrous! Throw away Chuck, who is underestimated, and use his best efforts to use his brain. He wants to stop this battle and evolve into a catastrophic defeat!
"The 402 regiment, immediately put all the troops into attack!" Chuck Tieqing looked at the electronic sand table and ordered: "The third battalion is also on! The regiment reserve team immediately establishes a fire barrier! The enemy must be firmly blocked in front of our front! Even if there is only one person left, you can't take a step back! "
"A leader!"
"To!"
The head of the 401 regiment, who had been responsible for the guard task of the headquarters, jumped straight.
"Order the two battalions to attack from both wings of the battlefield." Chuck did not turn his head back: "Before the enemy penetrates the second battalion formation, the follow-up forces of the enemy must be delayed to delay their attack!"
"Yes! Colonel!" The head of the 401th regiment jumped on the mech and ran away.
A series of energy cannons fired in front of Kozmo. On the ground, dozens of small holes arranged in an arc appeared out of thin air. Dirt splash.
[Battle Sword] The ugly anti-joint legs slammed the ground, and the mech rolled one by one, shaking it twice, and the enemy ’s mech was locked away in the distance. Mech stands up and moves on. The broad ground quickly retreated under its feet, and on the high ground behind him, a torrent of black steel was rolling down.
Around Kosmo, hundreds of [swords of war] were scattered on the frontal battlefield with a radius of five square kilometers, stepping on the loose dirt all the way. A burst of energy cannon landed on the ground between them, setting off dusty smoke. In the smoke group and the thick smoke column, the bandit army mecha is like a group of lions who attacked. Their thick soles tread silently on the ground, their tight muscles and flying mane highlight their strength, and their silent, silent advance is the most dangerous signal in the world!
The first battalion of the Sousse armor on the steep has been breached. After the sneak attack and melee strangulation of the firepower net, the remaining mechs will not exceed fifty. Now, they are running under the attack of the 2nd Battalion led by Wetherrier and the 3rd Battalion led by Buzz. The bandits SM three regiments and one battalion that jumped down the steep of the funnel-shaped highland. The task at this moment is to break into the hasty formation of the blocking position of the 2nd battalion of the Sus 402 regiment arrayed on the plain.
After defeating the Sousse battalion that is in front of them, the bandit army can launch a counterattack on the enemy's attack position. When the four battalions led by Thomas and the sharp knife company led by Markovic are put into battle, the bandits will usher in a brilliant victory!
The figure of the Sus mech cluster is magnified in front of Kozmo's eyes.
When Kozmo crashed into the Mesos group like a mad rhino, he was thinking about the fat man who was rubbing his hands when he set off.
Poor Northern Business Alliance, they do n’t know, they will face 50 sneak attack troops composed of the most top mech warriors of all genres! Even more frightening is that the army was led by the fat man!
God bless those bad luck, Amen.

The Lorenzo agricultural area in the southeast of Provincial Town is a triangle between the western part of the central city and the Provincial Town. Most of it is plain terrain, only in the Pinchiling Mountains near the south, the terrain is slightly undulating, showing a small hilly terrain. The Lorenzo River traversed from the center of the agricultural area, jumped over the northern plains, turned a few bends, drilled into the valleys between hilly slopes, all the way south, and finally merged into the southwest direction of the Calif River.
Because of its superior geographic location and fertile soil, the Lorenzo agricultural area has always been the most important food base in the center of Mars. The population density is much greater than that of the remote agricultural area, and the transportation roads and urban facilities are also well developed. After the outbreak of genre wars, hundreds of thousands of ordinary people moved out of the center city in order to avoid the fighting between the major forces. The Lorenzo agricultural area is where many people live. In just one or two months, a variety of simple houses and temporary tents have spread from the slums outside the central city to the agricultural areas, and have become a messy city.
The fat man was sitting in the mech, scratching and scratching, all bored.
His current position is located in the hill forest of the largest farm in the Lorenzo agricultural area, but not more than ten kilometers west of agriculture. Below him is the Lorenzo No. 5 Bridge where the section highway and the No. 7 Resource Highway meet.
Nearly three kilometers long and 400 meters wide, the Lorenzo River was choppy. The sound of rolling waves was rolling, and the waves hit the bridge piers, and a semi-circular white line appeared, and the water fell and merged into the river and rolled south. The breeze blew the forest leaves on the hillside, and made a soft rustling sound. From time to time, a few crisp bird cries sounded, and after attracting the companions of the companions, the wings fluttered away.
Fifty cyan mechas lurked silently in the dense woods.
The fat man manipulated the mecha, flipped over lightly, and aimed the metal belly of the mecha against the sunlight falling from the gap between the leaves.
"Who's going to chat?" The fat man opened the cabin, crawled on the belly of the mech, and laid his clothes off, revealing Bai Shengsheng's belly, squinting in the sun, scratching around while passing the headset, right Wei Jianshan said in the distance: "Lao Wei, will you be afraid of doing it later?"
The second-level warrior tiger turned his face and ignored him.
"Don't be afraid!" The fat man comforted: "For the first time, it's good to see the blood. I'll take care of you for a while!"
"Shut up!" Wei Jianshan gave no face to this gangster leader. In his opinion, this dead fat man is a natural bitch, and he doesn't know how such a guy has grown so big that he hasn't been hacked to death.
The laughter of the pilots came from the communication channel.
"Hehe." The fat man smiled very honestly: "Old guard is thin-skinned!"
"Colonel, when shall we wait?" The voice of George Coulter, the first-class mech commander of the Black Dragon Road, came.
"Why, can't wait?" The was very proud of himself, basking on his stomach comfortably.
Fifty mechas, apart from himself, among the remaining forty-nine people, there are two mecha warriors, twenty-two first-level mecha leaders, and twenty-five second-level mecha leaders! This does not include the leaders of the major schools that cannot participate in the front-line combat due to identity reasons and the top mecha fighters who were not selected because they were older or joined the banditry later.
Squinting halfway, looking at the golden sunlight in the gap between the canopy. Fat people don't think which country's army can have such a force. And now, this power is already his own! The primary goal of coming to the free world is finally achieved by half. Now, there are also genres that have gathered in Provincial Town through various channels. The signboard of the genre mutual aid alliance has become the last attribution of all genres.
If you win the battle of Provincial Town again, the fat man believes that there will be more genres in Provincial Town! After the bandit fleet has initially formed its combat power ... Even if it is only temporarily acquiring Mars' air power, the bandit ground forces can have a greater strategic space, and at that time, no one can stop the bandit army from advancing. pace of!
"Hey, with a new mech." Colt smiled: "Itchy heart!"
"Scratch!" On the slightly warm metal shell of the mech, the fat Bai Shengsheng's belly rolled in the sun, humming straight.
"Colonel ..." Colt asked. "Pingqiling over there ... can we win?"
Colt's words, asked everyone's heart, and in the communication channel, for a moment was silent.
"Do you think it is possible to lose?" The fat man rolled his lips and sighed: "I'm so afraid that the guys got angry, and I won't be able to hold my hands!"
The condensed atmosphere in the communication channel became active all at once, and various voices were mixed together, and the mechanists talked for a while.
"Cort, don't you think about it, what kind of mech are the guys in the three regiments?" A clear-minded second-level commander first started the post-horseback artillery: "Don't say the two Sousse armored regiments of the eighth-generation mecha Even if there are five or six more, the three regiments will not lose! "
"That's it! Let's kill one by one, one by one, and who are our bandits afraid of?"
"I love to talk about mecha technology, the guys of Sus, and even our peripheral disciples can't compare it. They can beat the killing stream and the mountain stream. They can rely on the mecha, and they can meet us. Where are they? 'S drama? "
"Leave clothes or pants for them, it depends on the mood of the men, it makes us angry, and an iron bar opens their chrysanthemum!"
"When we met our bandits, they counted the blood mold. They didn't even think about it. When our colonel was there, where did they take advantage of it?"
"That's! Who is our colonel? Cannibalism doesn't throw bones!"
"Bah, Creo, are you boasting or scolding the colonel?"
"Spokenness ... hehe ... spoofed!"
"Go back and train these guys hard!" The fat man heard the muscles in his face straight, and his heart was ruthless.
However, the fat man also knew that this was a natural reaction to the relaxation of the pilots. As civil fighters who have not experienced a real war, they are concerned about the situation in Provincial Town at this moment. And this kind of worry can be put aside because of their own words, which already shows their trust in themselves.
Fatty is not worried about fighting in Pingqiling.
The 205 highland and 261 highland have already operated like copper walls and iron walls. Not only the combined defensive walls, but also the invisible fortresses with small energy shields and traps equipped with mecha mines at the nodes of the trenches, and the 205 highlands and 261 highlands are barriers to each other. Want to attack 261 highlands. Even if the enemy wins the 205 high ground, they will face the attack from the 261 high ground.
Moreover, the current three SM regiments are already equipped with ninth-generation mechas and have received rigorous training. With their own mecha control capabilities and strict tactical discipline, it is absolutely no problem to conduct a defensive battle against two eighth-generation mecha regiments.
Now thinking about it, fat people think that the best deal they have done is to raid Silicon Valley.
In Silicon Valley, I have not only acquired a magnetometer sufficient to change the mech combat mode, but also obtained eleven studios with more than 30 top scientists as the core and their research results for many years!
These studios are not the studios of a certain national academy, this is a super scientific research institution that is brought together from the entire universe!
In this world of eating by virtue of its ability, no one who has gained fame and reputation dared to come here to hang out. Those who dare to come here are all elites in various fields who are crazy for scientific research! The brains of these scientists are full of all kinds of whimsy. In their computers, there are staggering research results.
If the Binalt Empire or the Feiyan Republic know that there is such a big treasure in the free world, fat people believe that these two countries will hesitate to wage a war for this!
However, they just don't know! Not only did they not know, the entire human world, including the free world, did not know.
The restriction and blockade of the free world by the Supreme Council of Mankind have paralyzed too many people.
No one believes that people in the free world dare to break through the resolutions of the Supreme Council of Mankind and create any prohibited weapons displayed on the blockade list. The organizations that rule the free world are just some interest groups. Compared with the highest human union in almost all human countries, they are not even ants.
If they want to survive, they can become pirates, they can rob and kill people, but they dare not touch the warning line set by the highest joint council of mankind! Even if fifty aircraft carriers, one thousand battleships, and one hundred thousand military mechas are placed in front of them, they dare not reach out and touch them! Not to mention that they do n’t have so many armies to control these things. Even if there are, compared with the far-reaching regular army of human countries, how long can such a thing support?
The free world is a world of weak meat and strong food, but this has a premise-everyone in this world must recognize the identity of their exile! No matter how powerful and fierce you are in this world, you must obey the rules of the game. Once you violate it, what you are waiting for is destruction!
However, no one dared to make, does not mean that no one dared to study!
Especially for a group of scientific lunatics! Many of them did not come to the free world because of crimes. The main reason they come here is because there are no rules and restrictions of mainstream society! They can do any experiment they want here!
Of course, these experiments are top secret. They only exist in the most secret laboratory, even in the brains of scientists. They have never been exposed, nor have they been sold in exchange for money. Their existence is the most important meaning of these scientists in life, and they are the biggest awards they have born!
For scientists, these research results surpass life! They did it at all costs and kept secrets.
For general energy weapons, there are quite a few of these scientists from various universes in the universe, who understand a full set of production processes. If they want to do it, energy weapons have long flooded the free world. However, compared to what they are studying, the manufacture of ordinary energy weapons is nothing more than a technology worth mentioning.
They will never ruin their research for this self-inflicted thing. They have more important work to do. They are anxious to study artificial intelligence, genetic recombination, orc embryos, immortal spirits, create black holes, destroy the universe ... Study why women have .
They are idiots, lunatics. Also genius. In addition to those jaw-dropping research projects, they also study improved theories of energy weapons, study harder metal materials, study the main systems of mechas, study electronic attack methods and new cryptographic communication systems, study new ships, and study radar And stealth technology ...
Although these things are secret, they really exist in these laboratories in the free world!
Obtaining these people and the research results accumulated over the years by these people are absolutely unexpected gains for fat people. When they attacked Silicon Valley, he could not have imagined that these lunatics had these things in their hands. Once many of these items were known to the Supreme Council of Humanity, they meant hanging!
Fortunately, these lunatics never thought of making their research public. At least for the rest of their lives, they had no such idea. Fortunately, these things fell into the hands of fat people. And these gains directly contributed to the improvement of the combat effectiveness of bandits!
At the technical meeting of designing the "Zhangjian" mecha modification, the fat man returned to the room after seeing the technology provided by the major studios, and rushed to Helen for a full two hours. Helen smiled and grabbed a white face. Energy gun ...
In the current Battle of Pinchi Ridge, the reason why the fat man dared to leave it to Markwich after the battle plan was formulated, in addition to having enough trust in the nine-generation mechs and this group of advanced mech warriors that shocked the world In addition, more importantly, the bandit army has a miniature jamming aircraft developed by the four-leaf clover studio.
This jammer originally used for space ship battles is the key to the entire battle.
In addition to creating the illusion of the position, the infantry engaged in defensive battles in the early stage have an important task, which is to cover the entire battlefield with ten miniature jammers!
It was the miniature jammers that made the two Mecha platoons with absolute superiority in the Sousse Armored Regiment the culprit of the Sousse Armoured Regiment falling into the trap. The more they trust the intelligence, communication and interference advantages obtained by electronic mechas, the worse they lose. Thousands of miniature jammers are enough to turn the entire battlefield tens of kilometers into an electronic restricted zone!
The fat man scratched his red and itchy belly, turned into the cockpit, and opened the electronic sandbox program in the console computer.
At five in the afternoon, at this time, the Sousse Armored Regiment should have been fooled.
The electronic sandbox in the mecha computer appeared in front of him, and the fat man sighed in frustration.
This new mecha with his appearance characteristics was eventually named [Ranger]. The handsome name is so negated by the collective, which makes the fat man very depressed ..... Ranger is a ranger, better than the "fat cat", "Eight Rings" and "Magic Buu" of the tech monsters. The name is much better.
Most of the technology of this kind of mecha manufactured by the Galaxy Mecha Company comes from [Logic] and [Sacred Gifts]. The drawings provided to the Galaxy Mecha Company were the main part of the structure of the mecha.
When the classic humanoid structure of [Warcraft], the system technology of [Sacred], and the top technology of major studios, at this moment, the final assembled [Ranger] has been completed, and the data has exceeded the original [God's Gift]! After installing the magnetometer, the fat man now doesn't know that [Ranger] should belong to several generations of mechas. He only knows that the ranger's performance is no longer suitable to be measured by the judging standard of modern mechs.
This is the core force of the bandit army.
Today, this force will be completely released.
Since you want to fight, you must play a beautiful game!
The fat man gazed, staring at the electronic sand table. The sand table shows the terrain around Provincial Town. Now, the three red arrows go straight from Prosperous Town, Prosperous East, and Northeast.
The fat man laughed twice, and this attack of the Northern Business Alliance chose the right time and the right direction. If the bandit army is a genre armed like the lore, if the bandit army was just a small force of 120 mechas, this attack by the North Alliance is absolutely fatal. But now, they are too small to watch the bandits!
The four armored battalions drawn by the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment are the core force of the Northern Business Alliance. The two mixed formations interspersed from the northern industrial zone of the central city to the southwest are also elite troops who have repeatedly engaged in fierce exchanges with the three major schools. Coupled with the strong advance of the two armored regiments of the Sus Empire from the south, no force in the free world can stop it!
It is a pity that Selvor would not think that the bandit army at this moment is no longer the previous bandit army! The tug-of-war between him and the three major factions gave the bandits an opportunity to develop and grow!
"This kind of force wants to eat Lao Tzu." The fat man's mouth almost flicked to the root of his ear, and he looked disdainful. After determining the enemy's strength, the fat man pondered and played a big game. The town of Provo is too small to turn strategic space around. Once the Sussex Empire is under heavy pressure, it is immediately a dead place!
Therefore, the fat man will open the strategic space for the survival of the bandits through this battle.
A sketch was being drawn on the electronic sand table. Suddenly, there were reports from the communication channel of the soldiers stationed around.
"Colonel!" The voice of the mech warrior responsible for the report shivered with excitement: "The armored battalion of the Northern Alliance appeared!"
"Come?" The fat man looked up at the radar display. A few minutes later, a blinking cursor appeared on the edge of the radar screen. Immediately afterwards, the cursor became five, ten, more and more.
The fat man turned on his hyperopia. Looking far away through the forest leaves. The fields stretched on the plains across the Lorenzo River. The fields were almost half tall, and the broad leaves growing diagonally upward swayed in the breeze. The whole looks like a wave of waves.
On the slightly undulating horizon, a few red mechs showed their figures. This is a very beautiful mecha. The slender body, streamlined shell, and even the external armor have been carefully designed and decorated, and each line is full of power.
The dozens of mechas walking in the front are in battle form. Behind them, the same mechas are in road travel mode. The fuselage did not stretch out, the legs were folded together, and the tracks on the thighs and the wheels on the calves slowly turned. Between these mechas, heavy trucks and maintenance vehicles and automatic supply vehicles equipped with mechanical arms are also interposed. The convoy came slowly along the interval road, one after another, and after a few minutes, the whole road turned into a moving red.
"Two camps?"
When the statistics of the Vanguard appeared on the fat man's computer, he frowned involuntarily.
There are two battalions, where did they go?
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