Chapter 415: Play another one?

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Kozmo's left hand pushed the universal joystick into the fifth-speed second-stage engine position, clasping the index finger on the joystick energy gun launcher, and lost his blood because of too much force. The thumb of the right hand presses the C4 key of the leg drive, and the other four fingers, with the thumb as the center of the circle, quickly jump between the A2 to B8 keys.
This is the arc jump finger technique taught by the Fat Colonel-the irregular pace between the movements and the cross-target fan shooting during the frontal group battle.
【Battle of Sword】 Majestic body, can't stop changing from the vertical and horizontal artillery fire and the wreckage of mechas everywhere. Flexible as a fox running in the jungle. The irregular running rhythm and sudden change of direction can always find the gap between the energy cannon fire net.
Countless explosions sounded at the foot of [Battle Sword]. The energy shield light curtain on the outside of the fuselage, like the clear blue lake water, is rippling in the explosion shock wave and changing colors rapidly. The entire mecha has been covered with yellow dust, various colors, and scars formed by different reasons, one after another, criss-crossing.
【Battle Sword】 The 260mm super-caliber ugly energy cannon is shaking desperately. With the rhythm of the shaking, a bunch of white light is sprayed out. Fan-shaped, pouring forward.
There are countless of the same mechas beside Kosmo's high-speed running mecha.
The same irregular running to avoid, the same fan-shaped shooting ... firepower of the triangular assault formation was brought into full play.
The ground, quickly retreating under the feet of these ugly mechas, dust and smoke, torn apart by the wind that rolled up when the mecha was running.
The star quickly dipped into the undulating horizon in the distance, the bleak world, filled with eyes, only this ghostly steel figure and the fire net intertwined with energy and fire.
The battle continued with gunfire, explosions, screams and roars.
In the plain battlefield of 205 high underground, the charged bandit mecha, once again burst into the formation of the Sousse mecha, the two sides immediately twisted together, killing four times.
This was Kozmo's third forcible assault on the blocking position of the 2nd Battalion of the Sus 402 Armored Regiment.
It will also be the last time.
In the first two assaults, the bandits SM three regiments and one battalion penetrated the two lines of defense of the enemy's circular defensive array.
The ten-kilometer-wide circular defensive array, at this moment, only the last semi-circular defensive line was left. The widest part of the two wings of the defensive line that gathered together and resisted had been sharply reduced to four kilometers. The thickness of the battalion in one battalion was instantly ripped apart.
"Kill!" Kozmo screamed, ranking the 30 mechs at the forefront of the assault formation, accelerating at the same time, and piercing into the Sousse Mechs group like arrows flying through the sky.
Flashing a fist of [Fist of Kings], Kozmo flicked the joystick, and the mech made a side step, which had appeared in the left wing of [Fist of Kings] out of thin air, twisted, and punched ... . This is a phantom stream!
Just listening to a loud bang, the iron fist of [Battle Sword] has been pounded into the waist of [Fist of King].
The boxing champion with the engine at the waist lost his fighting power instantly.
The internal transmission system was stuck by the fist of [Zhang Jian], and then it broke off in the inertia of high-speed movement. The high-speed gears, transmission rods, half-moon plates and other parts were completely out of control, and they were crackling like firecrackers. In the sound, he shot around, slamming the inside of the mech.
The damaged engine has a sharp rise in temperature, and the engine block and energy system have become red. Like a heart with blocked blood vessels.
When [Battle Sword] closed his fist and turned towards another [King of Fighters], a violent explosion rang out behind him. The shattered fragments burned like meteors. The energy on the remnant of the mech turned into flames in the wind, illuminating the surroundings.
One [Fist of Fighters] fell down, and then another one.
Messi warriors are fighting hard, their hand speed has been raised to the limit!
However, everything is in vain!
The Suss desperately found that once they were approached by these ugly mechas, they had no chance at all.
That is an overwhelming gap in strength.
No matter how hard they try, [Boxing King] can't keep up with each other's movements.
Their training skills in accordance with the "Mecha Control Specifications" are useless in front of these ugly mechas. The same action, the opponent is faster, more accurate and more deadly than them! Not to mention the fighting styles that they didn't even think about.
Phantom flow technique, Thai flow technique, fighting skills imparted by fat men, various moves, so Sus soldiers were stunned and frightened. In the eyes of these Sousse Mecha Warriors, the opponent's mecha control is almost an art-an art of killing!
Jumping through, broken line advance, arc advance, step forward punch, back step side kick ... Those mechas that they are very familiar with, from the hands of these ugly mechas, have reached the realm of decay into magic .
Each of the Sousse mechs fell under these rules.
Their fall proves a saying they heard many years ago that the free world is the mecca for mecha fighting! There, Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!
Many current veterans just smiled at the time.
No one took this seriously. The civil mecha fighting technology in the free world is very powerful, but what about that time, the war at that time was a long-range firepower, an energy cannon, an energy shield! All parameters of military mechas are based on long-range combat capability.
Close combat, whether it is for the mech warrior or the mech itself, is only an aid! Auxiliary skills, auxiliary functions!
However, no one expected that in just three or five years, the battle mode of the mech was changed.
As the energy shield and armor system became more and more perfect, as the six generations of mechas became faster, more agile, with more energy load and more power, the battle between long-range artillery began to become embarrassing.
In the armor set battle, it is necessary to fire thousands of energy cannons to accurately hit dozens of rounds, and even with these dozens of rounds, it is not possible to destroy an armor. Unless there are five or six energy shells that can continue to hit the same mecha, otherwise, as long as the enemy avoids the final fatal blow, the energy shield can be restored.
At that time, it was often the case that thousands of military mechas battled each other, the shells were overwhelming, the missiles flew, and the positions on both sides were almost exploded, but the casualty rate hovered at a very low level. No one can help anyone.
What really solves the problem is the close-range fighting and close combat between the two sides.
With the formation of mecha melee combat mode, as mechas pay more attention to melee performance, originally in the eyes of mainstream social armies, like a play, the free world of folk melee melee combat has become a head Tigers.
Now, the Tigers have been out of the cage.
On the battlefield, there was smoke everywhere, killing the sky.
Kozmo led a battalion and launched a violent assault against Sousse's last line of defense.
Behind them, three battalions, a total of 1,200 identical ugly mechas, roared down from the 205 heights in a row.

Chuck's face was blue, and the green bars on both sides of his forehead were winding and protruding from under his skin. The eyes staring at the virtual screen were already full of bloodshot eyes, cigarette after cigarette and uncontrollable anxious anger, blister out the corner of his mouth.
Just a few tens of minutes, in Chuck's view, as long as decades.
He knew that even as a natural belligerent, as a soldier in a country that regards victory and honor as life, Sous soldiers have a strong fighting spirit and strict battlefield discipline. However, if the war situation continues to develop like this, no one can guarantee that this will not become a panic runaway.
The second battalion is still insisting on resistance. This is already the last psychological defense line for all Sousse. Once the two battalions of the 401 regiment are in battle from the battlefield and the two wings, the enemy breaks through the second battalion and everything is over.
"What's the 401 regiment doing?" Chuck threw his cigarette butts on the ground fiercely, and shouted: "How come you haven't reached the designated position yet?"
"It has arrived at the designated location ..." A combat staff warrior said with a trembling voice: "Preparing for the war!"
"Preparing a fart!" Chuck slammed his fist on the console and shouted: "Tell Riddle that if he does not attack in three minutes, I will send him to the military court in person!"
"Yes, Colonel." The military staff quickly contacted Riddle, leader of the 401th regiment.
Chuck asked the adjutant again to ask for a cigarette spot, lingering in the green smoke, he looked at the changing clock numbers on the console, while praying in his heart that the second battalion could withstand this period of time. If the two battalions collapsed before the two battalions of the 401 regiment were put into battle, then the gangster armored forces that merged into one fist could be able to destroy the remaining 402 regiments in the attacking position completely.
Once the attack position was breached, the battle was over.
Chuck loosened the button on his collar with his fingers, smoking a big mouth.
He couldn't understand how the opposing banditry could have such a powerful fighting power. In the information provided by the North Alliance before, the enemy except the 120 fighter mechas, but the other are all ordinary private mechas gathered by major schools.
Those mechas without an energy defense system, in front of [Fist of Fighters], were simply killed. The previous lore stream and the broken mountain stream also prove this point. The top two mech genres are all defeated in the [Far East Victory] by the 7th generation mechas eliminated by the Sus army, and they are far less powerful than the two genres. 】 How can the more advanced [Boxing King] lose?
It was precisely because of the information of the North Alliance that Chuck was confronted with a sap in the face of the facts-the other party not only had a large-scale military mech regiment of four battalions, but also equipped with nine-generation mechas!
The more he thinks, the more Chuck thinks this is a trap.
He could not bear such a failure, so this can only be a trap-the North Alliance did not provide the correct information, but sent the Sousse Armored Regiment to the Pingqiling Line, which was the least likely to be defeated. The businessmen tried to use the life of the Sus soldiers to contain their opponents.
"Check, the current status of the North Union's army." Chuck ticked his finger and asked the adjutant to light him a cigarette and took a deep breath. He gritted his teeth to the staff beside him. : "Check again. The one thousand [Far East Victory] left behind in Lille Port are still here."
Seeing the staff lead away, Chuck refocused his attention on the battle report of the central console of the command mech.
In the battle, after the two battalions of the 401th regiment were forced into battle, they eased down.
Faced with an attack launched by both wings, the assault of the bandit armoured regiment was no longer so unstoppable. They had to pay attention to the Suss armored forces in the small hilly areas on the two wings of the plain. If they were outflanked by the two wings, the back road was broken, or they were sneaked into the 205 highlands. Even the nineth-generation mechs could not reverse the situation.
Now, with the real-time battle response on the electronic sandbox, the bandits were originally prepared to concentrate on the follow-up forces that broke through the position of Sousse, which had already been scattered to the left and right due to the attacks of Sousse's wings.
Chuck looked at the sky and time anxiously, issuing commands from time to time. On the front line, there is an important piece of news. The enemy's communication and command system seems to have been interfered by its own electronic mecha. All of their commands are issued through the loud-speaker clear code.
Then, only the two wings can contain the enemy, so that the enemy cannot break through the frontal defense line at once, and the command post and remaining troops behind the defense line can be preserved to the greatest extent. After dark, the bandits who could not conduct decentralized operations will only watch the two-winged Sus armored forces retreat in the darkness. If they dare to turn on the lights to fight, then they will become the targets covered by artillery fire. If they dare to spread the chase, Chuck does not mind using the coordination advantage of communication to divide them and destroy them.
Although the enemy had cheated the detection of electronic mechas, Chuck was not worried. After all, jamming and detection, anti-jamming and anti-detection should not be confused.

Breakthrough!
When the last mech in front fell down, Kozmo's eyes suddenly opened up.
After a few explosions, there were no Sous Mechas standing around. Kozmo suddenly felt stunned. He couldn't believe that after more than an hour of fighting, the Mirage Flow pilot who first stepped on the battlefield, with a casualty ratio of 1 to 20, annihilated nearly twice the enemy's strength.
This amazing result made him unacceptable for a while.
Kozmo slowly turned the mecha ... A band of melee armour covered with smoke and dust was following behind him. These phantom flow masters who are so familiar with themselves can no longer be familiar with it. At the moment, it seems that there is a trace of strangeness.
Their armor still has the smell of smoky smoke and smoky traces. Some of the armor's external armor is torn, rags are generally hung on the body, some parts of the hole are open, and even the machine can be seen The inner shell of A.... This makes the [Battle Sword] more and more ugly. However, in Kozmo's eyes, these things can not only damage the image of their companions, but make them look like they have a kind of blood and toughness.
Once, they stood on the roof of the Tailiu Mecha Pavilion with them and watched the 120 black mechas galloping among the enemy.
Today, myself and them have become the protagonists in the eyes of others!
Kozmo licked his lips and smiled, this feeling is really great!
He turned around, and through the cockpit cover, five kilometers ahead of the horizon, there was a line of defense armored walls and mechas that were faintly visible by the Sos.
Kozmo raised his mech arm, and after a few seconds of pause, he suddenly pointed forward!
"Wow!" That was a fat man, one day, in the contest of playing with a second-level mech warrior, when the final blow was launched, a strange scream like a savage.
Countless ghost crying wolves howled together, resounding through the sky.
A torrent of steel rushed past him in the direction of his finger.
Bowed his head, the earth, trembling under his seat, raised his head, the sky, covered by the billowing dust.
A burst of blood rushed to the head, Kozmo couldn't help shaking, his blood was boiling, he suddenly pushed the joystick, the mech ran, and merged into the torrent of torrent.
Looking down from the sky, on the vast plain, more than 400 black mechas, keeping the same distance from each other, row by row, galloping. Behind them, the smoke billowed. A huge triangular formation with a length of eight kilometers at its widest wing is like a shadow cast from the sky when a warship flies. As the earth rises and falls, it catches up.
On the position of Sousse, there was silence. The Sus soldiers could no longer hear the hysterical roars of the officers.
They held the joystick tightly, and their faces turned pale.
On the horizon in front of them, the black wavy line was rolling in. The sound of the mech's footsteps, like a series of dull thunder, came from the trembling ground.
The beard on the chin of the head of the 402 regiment was shaking. The first battalion is gone, and the second battalion is gone. Even with such a position, close to the strength of his own hands, how can he block this already crazy opponent.
Ghost crying wolf howl, getting closer and closer.
The commander closed his eyes and screamed in despair: "Fire!"
The dim sky suddenly became translucent ...
"Retreat." Chuck slumped in his chair.
The current ending is already the best result he can achieve.
The 401 regiments on both wings can still be kept intact, and the headquarters can also leave safely. However, the 402 regiment was completely lost here.
Command mech, start to start. The console split into several small pieces, and with the mechanical arm of the mech, the reverse was incorporated into the mech.
The staff, pale and tidy up.
Twenty kilometers away, the earth-shattering artillery sounds were endless. The light of the explosion and the energy cannon fire completely whitened the sky ...

"The Sousse Panzer Regiment is defeated ..."
Holding the battle report in his hand, Selwall was a little lost. After a while, he looked at Fairler next to him confusedly: "It has only been more than six hours since Chuck attacked the 205 highland. The bandit armoured regiment put into attack, including the time of the last pursuit, only two hours, their fighting power ... "
"Unexpectedly." Fairler frowned. "... I mean Chuck. He even lost a regiment and chose to retreat. Originally, I also expected him to top twenty-four Hours. "
"Then now?" Selvor looked at the electronic sand table with some worry. Six points were directed at the fiery red arrow of Protown, and now there are only five left.
Fairle smiled coldly: "This result is not bad, at least, Chuck still retains half of the fighting power, we are also good to explain to the Suss." Then, he turned to ask the staff beside him Tao: "Pioneer group, where is it now?"
The staff reported: "It has passed Mishan 2611 Pass and is on the way down the mountain. It is estimated that it should be the Longitudinal Gorge now."
Fairler nodded, looked at the time, and said to Selwall lightly: "No matter how powerful, they only have one armored regiment. They want to solve this deadlock unless they can go to heaven! Otherwise, just In twenty-four hours, eat my five-way force. Is this possible, I am afraid, so far, they have not ... "
"Chief of Staff ..." A staff hurriedly rushed to interrupt Feller's words. He handed Felller a transcribed communication record and reported: "The Fifth and Sixth Regiments just News came that they had cleared the troops first and discovered the unusual movement of the refugees ... "
After waving his hand to stop the staff's oral report, Fairler quietly read the communication record and handed the manuscript to Selvor, he walked back to the electronic sand table with his hands on his back.
"I didn't expect them to discover our whereabouts ahead of time." Feller frowned, seeming to be extremely confused about what, and after a long while, he shook his head and said coldly: "It's really a woman's benevolence . In this case, then we might as well set off! "
He turned his head and ordered slowly: "Order all the troops, give up the concealment, and accelerate. Be sure to enter the attack position before dawn, complete the pre-war preparations, and attack at eight o'clock at the same time!"
Fairler's emotionless voice echoed in the command room. On the huge electronic sand table, five red arrows are approaching Pro Town a little bit as the time in the upper right corner changes.

The Lorenzo Bridge has been hidden in darkness.
A planet without a moon has only countless stars in the sky. It is a river running under the bridge, covered with silk light.
The cold wind is everywhere. The surrounding forest leaves undulate silently. In the forest, there was silence. I can only hear the sound of the river flowing.
The pilots stood together in silence, not seeing each other clearly.
Only when the cigarette in the mouth of a companion suddenly lit up, everyone guessed that you could see that the brow was as tight as yourself, and the face of Tie Qing.
Everyone already knows the news from the base, and also knows the fat man's inference.
At first, no one believed it was true. The free world is familiar with burning and looting, but for the first time in such a horrible massacre, they have heard about it.
Just to hide whereabouts?
Civilization has developed into this era, although war still exists, but such atrocities like humanity are rarely heard.
Even those kingdoms in war will not issue such orders in the occupied areas. They can destroy the city, they can use any excuse to point the muzzle and muzzle at the dwellings, they can rob and kill, they can set fire, but they will also do everything they can to cover up.
This is a free world. The soldiers of the Northern Alliance also grew up here. How can they get rid of it?
Looking at the refugee settlements that the two lines passed, calculating the area and the number of people, the fighters could not believe that this was true. However, subsequent news from the base proved this fact. If it was not the fat man who ordered to inform the observation point and the surrounding refugees in advance, I am afraid that more people would fall into the pool of blood.
"Markwich, how is Pinch Ridge?"
In the darkness, the fat man's voice came.
The pilots lost their cigarette butts, gathered together, and listened to the communicator. Markwich replied: "The enemy has been defeated, Colonel. At present, our army is in the process of annihilation. The surroundings of the 205 highlands have been cleared. Weaponry and vehicles, in addition, captured twelve electronic mechas. "
Markwich's voice was easy, he didn't know what happened. I am happy for the victory of the three SM groups.
Although he failed to defeat his opponent, he achieved a destructive war situation. However, whether it was the one battalion led by Kozmo, or the other three battalions led by Wetherell, Buzz and Thomas, all the bandit fighters did not take this small setback seriously.
Fighting to this point has exceeded everyone's expectations. The mecha fighters were surprised to find that the firepower and the bandits had an overwhelming advantage, and the mecha defense performance and advantages were also obvious. What makes everyone more excited is that after earnestly carrying out the wave-type transposition cover that is repeatedly emphasized in the usual training of fat people, their battle loss ratio, even after excluding the results of the pursuit battle, is also one-twentieth of the Sus!
Once they were approached, Sousse pilots, who had only been trained in mecha control specifications, were simply not their opponents. Years of mecha fighting skills and the practical combat skills imparted by fat people have made them invincible. Except for a small number of officers who could resist a little, the Suss almost collapsed.
Such a battle is really cool. So much so that in the end, a group of energetic guys were still unsatisfied, chasing scattered sporadic Soss. The rest of them collected loot everywhere and spared no effort to move things from all corners of the battlefield back together.
When talking to the fat man, Markwich is counting stocks happily.
"Leave a company to help the first infantry division to clean up the highlands. The others immediately give up the chase and withdraw to Protown. I need you to assist Protown ’s defense, the defense line shrinks to the third ring road, and all peripheral positions give up. understand?"
"Understood, Colonel." Although Markwich didn't know what happened, his tone immediately became serious, and he didn't ask any extra words.
"I have sent you the combat plan." In the dark, the fat man's voice was cold: "I need you, and insist on thirty-six hours! Can it be done?"
"As long as I live!" Markwich's answer was simple and firm.
"Very good." The fat man was silent for a long time, Shen said: "Thank you!"
After talking, he turned off the communicator. Turning around, although the pilots could not see his face clearly, they could see his twinkling eyes.
"They can kill refugees in the wild, but unfortunately, they can't kill the people in the center city." The fat man opened his arms and feet, doing preparatory activities familiar to the pilots.
"The game that the bandit borrowed from us, many of us haven't played it yet." He stooped and stiffened his stomach: "This time, everyone will play with me?"
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