Chapter 424: Computing and Little People

Due to some reasons, a large number of users suddenly cannot open the web page to visit this site today. Please book friends to remember the domain name EbookFREE.me (the first letter of literature + org dot com, EbookFREE.me) to find the way home!
"Tian Xingjian!" Fairler chewed the name, his face green.
The identity of the armored squad has been clarified through a battlefield record passed back from the front. The kind of mecha that jumped through the fire in the morning light and repeatedly tore his own defense line was exactly the same as the fat Lelei man. Who is not a bandit?
Although he had first guessed the identity of this mech squad, Fairer did not have a trace of complacent emotion. To be honest, both he and Selvor, as well as the entire headquarters, were stunned by the news that these fifty mechas completely wiped out the fourth armored battalion.
At that moment, Fairler remembered his mentor and once repeatedly warned himself.
"The fog of war is always ubiquitous in this world. There is no perfect plan. An accidental event may lead to the invalidation of the entire plan. Never show off your computing power. War is not a math problem. You cannot know enough. The known conditions for solving this problem, even what you know, are changing, so you can never get an accurate answer on the derivation sandbox! "
Fairer didn't know when he was, so he left this sentence behind, and he didn't know when he had planned carefully, and was torn apart by fifty mechas.
When he turned his gaze to the electronic sand table again, he found that the defense line of the center city had been disturbed.
Following the defensive line together, it also has its own entire strategic layout.
The fat Lelei man, in an alternative way, gave himself a battle book! On the movement line he bent northeast and southeast, he hit the fourth armored battalion head-on, and ended the battle precisely before the second armored battalion arrived, all told himself unmistakably. He wants to attack himself! He wants to compete with himself in computing!
The annihilation of the fourth armored battalion forced Feller to admit that this fat man had such qualifications.
Those fifty cyan-colored mechas with strong combat effectiveness are the chips he showed himself!
Now look at the combat map, Pro Town, of course, is under the siege of his own army, but the center city is not under the siege of the opponent? The difference is that the real army used to besiege the town of Prov. The opponent used to besiege the center city, relying on his armored squad to build the momentum!
Fairle seemed to see the invisible arrows around the map of the empty center city. That is the Longxing Society, that is the three major schools, and that is all the forces that are hostile to the North Alliance and are trying to let go.
At one moment, Fairler wanted to give up the offensive against Prov Town and order all troops to retreat to the center city. However, this thought only flashed in his mind, and then disappeared without a trace. This is a situation against the big dragon, but I still have the initiative. Once the already offensive has been terminated, then the two sides can only be in a stalemate.
For the North Alliance, this is already a shameful failure.
The Sousse 402 regiment was completely wiped out, and the four battalions of the blood shadow mech regiment were completely wiped out. According to the news I just received, the sixth and seventh armored battalions of the blood shadow mech regiment, which was blocked by the three SM regiments of the bandits at the Breslau farm There is less than one platoon of troops that can escape. In this way, the gray-faced retreat, and then the bandit army, and the Longxing meeting, wanting to determine the overall situation, it is not that the North Alliance can carry it alone. At that time, we must borrow Suss, just lost them a regiment, and borrowed their power. In the end, in the hands of which Mars will be controlled, I want to know with my butt!
If the North Alliance is just playing Mars ’s idea and being a hegemony, this situation is also acceptable. However, the North Alliance is the cornerstone of the Nademik dynasty ’s renaissance, and the picture is not to occupy the mountain as the king! The cooperation with Sousse can only be used by each other. Once it is suppressed and controlled, the Nadmike dynasty will be revival indefinitely!
This battle is already on the back of the tiger, the two sides are desperately robbing, fighting for the determination of the world in one fell swoop, and there is no concession!
Moreover, judging from the speed of development of the banditry, without taking advantage of its fledgling strength to kill it, Fairle could hardly think of waiting for a few months before facing another enemy to what extent.
After carefully reading the battle reports from the attacking troops in Provincial Town, Fairer gradually settled down. According to the battle report, the two mixed regiments of the Baath Army are in the northeast of Provincial Town. The two Scarlet Mercenary Armored Corps marching westward from the Seventh Resource Highway are in the western part of Provincial Town. The armored regiment of the North Alliance Guards armed with Armor A has launched a fierce offensive against the Provincial defense line. The battle is progressing smoothly.
The blood shadow eighth and ninth armored battalion, who had just disengaged from the three SM regiments of the bandits, are also advancing towards the eastern defense line of Provincial Town, ready to go north and join the offensive of the Renaissance mixed regiment. The two warrior mercenary armored regiments retreating from the front line of Bering Port also accelerated their advancement, and are expected to arrive in the northeast of Provincial Town in sixteen hours.
Start first, after all, still in your own hands. The armored squad of the bandits in the center city is even more powerful, and there are only fifty mechs. They are also human beings. They must rest if they want to maintain their combat effectiveness after the murderous enemy. Similarly, the three groups of SMs traveling around the town of Provo, after staying up all night and experiencing two high-intensity battles, they also need to rest. During this time, the NATO army will take turns attacking the Provincial defense line until it is completely destroyed!
The North Alliance has enough troops to take turns to rest, but the bandits cannot. Even if anyone wants to fight the Central City, during the time when they move to the periphery of the Central City and are ready to attack, the North Alliance can drag down the bandits just by dragging! Moreover, the bandit army could not have imagined that the Sousse Armored Regiment was the cover, and the Sixth and Seventh Armored Battalion of the Blood Shadow was the cover, even the 1,000 [Far East Victory] military mechs in the south and the two armored regiments in the west, It is also a cover. The real main killers are the two weakest mixed groups!
In these two mixed groups, the nine sharp knife companies of the Blood Shadow Armored Group are concentrated! Otherwise, how could the bandits annihilate the fourth, sixth and seventh armored battalions so easily?
When the time is ripe, the eighth and ninth armored battalions go north, the warrior mercenary's first and the second armored regiment go south, and join the offensive against the northeast of Provincial Town. The big dragon of Provincial Town will be captured in one fell swoop! By that time, even if the fifty mechs of the Central City were tortured, they would not be able to turn over!
"Chief of Staff!" A staff rushed over and handed Fairler an intelligence, reporting: "I just received news that the bandit squadron has bypassed the second armored battalion and passed through the business district of Louis to My base moves. "
"This annoying bug." Fairler sneered. "Order the first and second armored battalions to form a fan-shaped defense north of the base. Order the third mechanized infantry division to slowly compress the enemy from west to east in units of regiments. Strive to entangle the enemy. Order the second mechanized infantry division stationed in the Eastern District to send two regiments to move from east to west, arming on the waltz Avenue to prevent the enemy from escaping eastward! "
"Yes ..." The chief of staff ordered to leave, but suddenly heard Selwall said: "Wait!"
Selwall walked in front of Fairle and whispered: "Kevin ... this way of movement, our defense force will be very tight, in case ..."
Fairler waved his hand, motioned for the staff to execute the order, and turned back to Selwall: "Within twelve hours, our defense will not be attacked."
After speaking, Fairler turned to the combat monitoring department of the console and left a cold sentence when he left.
"Next time, don't call my staff and so on. In military command, I don't need any doubt. Otherwise, you will fight this battle yourself!"
Selvor's complexion slowly sank. Not because of Fairler's words, but he knew that whenever his cousin behaved impersonally, it meant that he was in trouble.
Turning his head to look at the electronic sandbox, Selwall suddenly lost his calmness before the war. If the Sousse Armored Regiment and the Sixth and Seventh Armored Battalions are attracting attention and time for other offenses, then the destruction of the Fourth Armored Battalion in the core area of ​​the Central City is completely unexpected. !
With Fairler's computing power, this trick of the bandit army is also not counted.
The situation has begun to change. Does this mean that in the bandit army, someone has the same military skills as Fairler?

To the northeast, west, south ... When the clock was pointing at eight o'clock in the morning, the town of Puro was completely shrouded in gunfire.
Every tall building in the whole city, every window or glass curtain wall, every glass of water, every piece of porcelain on the table trembles in this violent cannon sound.
That horrible sound wave is everywhere. Even in the deepest part of the bomb shelter, you can feel the vibration of the earth.
Except for the children crying because of this, the adults are already numb. The various rumours circulated before have already subjected their nerves to severe tests. When the sound of the cannon sounded, most people just looked at the sky in surprise, exchanging a barely horribly glance between them, and then, waiting silently.
Waiting for the result of fate.
No one knows whether the bandit army can defeat the enemy, and whether the town of Provo can continue the previous peace.
People are reluctant and dare not imagine what will happen when the fierce soldiers of the North Alliance rush into the center of Provincial Town. To imagine such a scene is too cruel for them. They can only hide their children in the bomb shelter, hug their women, and comfort their elderly parents.
On the streets where the rain was pouring, the movement of bandit soldiers in blue uniforms became more frequent. Teams of soldiers run silently in the rain. Thick combat boots step on stagnant water and splashes. In addition to the heavy trucks full of weapons, ammunition and soldiers, there are also temporarily recruited civilian trucks. Mechs were rarely seen on the road, and they were all sent to the front.
It was not yet ten o'clock, and the streets were already full of vehicles carrying wounded people. All doctors, nurses, medical students and people who know a little about emergency care are called up urgently. All hospitals in the town of Provo are already overcrowded. The military doctors of the bandits alone can't be too busy. Many wounded soldiers lay in the aisle, waiting for treatment. The blood-stained bandage and empty first-aid medicine bottle were pulled away by carts and dumped. The doctors in a hurry, none of the clothes are clean, and the stains are all blood stains.
Except for important places such as bomb shelters and hospitals, the power and energy supply of the entire city has been stopped. The streets outside the city have begun to accumulate sandbags, erect roadblocks, dig trenches, and many buildings have been emptied and buried with explosives, which is in preparation for a possible street battle.
Various news came from the front, a certain line of defense was captured, and a certain line of defense was counterattacked back. How much troops did the enemy put in, and which team was pulled to the front again ...
At twelve noon, the battle seemed to stabilize. Enemies that are constantly onslaught need to take a breath. Moreover, people heard that the armored regiment of the bandits. is back! They are attacking the enemy on the periphery and contain the enemy's offensive.
The news is exciting.
At first, one hundred and twenty mechs of the bandit army destroyed a regiment. The current bandit army is more than ten times the original. No matter how you say, you have to destroy the enemies of dozens or twenty regiments.
Ordinary people, the total number uses this simple logic to infer the result. After all, it is a comfort to family members and themselves.
The whole town of Provo, responded to this battle in such a silent and busy atmosphere. People sometimes involuntarily set their sights on the west side of Provincial Town. That's where the bandit base is. People firmly believe that as long as the Skadiwo Airport is still there, as long as there are those soldiers wearing blue uniforms, Pro Town, they will not fall behind!
At Scadievo Airport, Helen temporarily serving as a nurse was busy in the base hospital.
The blond hair wetted by sweat dripped down his forehead. In the blue eyes, weary. Helen prepared medicine almost mechanically, cleaned the wounds of the wounded, bandaged, and handed equipment to the doctor.
No matter how tired, as long as there is a little time, Helen will quickly run to the window sill and adjust the camera aimed at several huge aprons in the center of the base.
For a reporter, this is her bounden duty. She believes that the shots she took can be broadcast when she finally wins. She also believes that she is recording a period of history.
On the tarmac, a team of soldiers was in the whole team. From night to now, this situation has not stopped. These soldiers from different genres and under different flags are now wearing blue uniforms of the bandit army, standing there neatly and silently, waiting to carry their military vehicles and pulling them to the front line.
Their energy guns, already checked, leaned against their legs. In front of them, the staff were using their hoarse voices to designate where they were going.
Helen always felt that the fat man had magic.
She saw these mercenaries, company employees, workers and even community gangsters who came to Protown with different expressions in different clothes and with different expressions. In training, they became soldiers who obey orders. Something that cannot be described in words is taking root in them.
That is a belief!
Fat men will always tell them a few words when they welcome a new group of bandits.
"I don't care where you come from or what you have done before. Now, you are part of this army. When you stand here, you shoulder a responsibility on your shoulders! If you have Family, then this responsibility is your parents, your wife, your children. If you are single, then this responsibility is your freedom, your dignity. "
At this time, the fat man will stop, look at everyone in front of him carefully, and then seriously say: "... you belong to this world, this planet, called Mars. You do n’t It should be the exile of human society. You are a member of human civilization! To want Mars to become a truly free world, you need to defend her like a man! Remember, soldiers are the most man in this world Career! Those who dare not go to the battlefield, now go out! "
No one left. Most of these people are professional mercenaries, members of the security corps who lick blood at the blade all day. Others are also willing to join this team.
At the beginning of the genre war, they were already aware. Whether they are soldiers or not, they cannot escape this war. When they found that they had no choice, found their loved ones fell in the pool of blood, and found that the future of Mars was so slim, they only wanted to fight.
Then these people changed a little bit in the kind of training that Helen felt terrible to think of. The fat man said, they are all men! All they need is a belief!
The gunfire in the distance violently rose again.
After adjusting the camera, Helen hurried back to the hospital and engaged in busy nursing work.
Although tired, she was happy that she could play a role. She also has a belief. That is, she always believes that the fat man will win!

Fisher was lying in the shooting position of the trench, aiming non-stop and firing.
After turning another enemy's head into a tattered tomato, he rolled over to the bottom of the trench. Before he could stand firm and take over his soldiers, he jumped up from his side and climbed into the shooting position only three times and two times.
The muddy guys rushing to the side waiting to take over the other shooting positions nodded. Fisher knelt on one leg, grabbed the ammunition box's energy box and slapped it cleanly on the imitation G173 assault rifle.
I put a magazine on the gun, turned off the insurance, leaned against the twisted metal bulletproof wall, and put a few energy magazines in the vest pocket. Fisher was then tired and sat back on the ground, leaning his back against him. On the mud wall, a cigarette was pulled out.
As a senior mercenary, Fisher, 32, is a veteran in the bandit army. In the previous missions, Fisher had not experienced much in small-scale battles, but he was still fighting for the first time in battles like this.
Spitting a smoke ring and looking at the mud leg in the shooting position, Fisher couldn't help shaking his head. That was his comrade-in-arms, and he only met him after he came to the bandit army. The former employee of the company didn't know what was the stimulus. Wen Wen had to join the bandit army. It was a miracle that even the rigorous training had been overcome by him. The bigger miracle is that this guy, who is so passionate as soon as he goes to the battlefield, can actually survive to the present in six or seven hours of battle!
A cannonball landed not far from the trench. The tumbling dirt crackled on Fisher's face and beat him badly. Covering his head and face with his arms, he survived this muddy rain. Fisher scolded out his muddy cigarette and scolded his mouth. He stood up and looked at the shooting position until he was sure that the company employee who was succeeding him The fire pulled the trigger into the sky, and then sat down with confidence, relighted a cigarette.
The enemy's attack has never stopped. On several occasions, those gray figures rushed into the trenches and were fought back by the reserve team before they were shot out. The trench was dug deep, with bullet-proof walls and curved explosion-proof sheds, and there was no feeling in it. It ’s really terrible when you get into the shooting position.
The entire position was shrouded in smoke. The shells landed on the front, back, left, and right side like rain. The intensive bullet rain hit the ground in front of the position splattered. Looking from the shooting position, the ground was covered with bullet holes.
This battle has been fought for almost six hours. The enemy attack two hours ago was the most thrilling. At that time, less than one platoon remained in the entire trench. The troops behind were sealed in the trenches by the covered artillery and the ammunition did not follow. In the three hundred meters wide position, only one person can be placed at a shooting position.
The enemy is obviously a calculated, high-strength attack for several hours just to wait for that moment. A dozen mechas rushed up with dense infantry behind them. The first battle trench was broken, and several mechas had jumped out of the trench, and the energy machine gun was sprayed in front of Fisher. The walls of the trenches, the bottom of the pit, were beaten with mud. Several soldiers were torn apart without a hum. The blood was all over the ditch.
At that time, Fisher was desperately shooting. The infantry who rushed in also fought with mechs. It's useless. He doesn't care about it at all. He never thought he could live. Shoot if you can. The company employee who partnered with him rushed up with a fusion grenade ......... that guy is a lunatic!
Smoking a cigarette, let the smoke go around in the lungs. Fisher felt a little funny. He himself did not know how he survived. Anyway, he just remembered that just when he was desperate, the gang of guys from the three groups of SMs came.
Fisher hasn't admired a few people in his life, but to this group of guys, he was considered convinced. The guy's mech level is really not covered. In only one round, several enemy mechas rushing into the position became copper scrap iron. That action is not as beautiful as the mech can do, and it is deadly! Fisher could even smell the murderousness of the three groups of ugly mechas.
Later, Fisher discovered that not only did he survive, but the company employee who threw the grenade at the same distance also survived. Later, the reinforced troops came up, and the ammunition was also shipped. The mechs of the SM regiment not only assisted in defending the position, but also launched a counterattack.
The enemies who had been beaten did not breathe for half an hour.
When the three SM regiments assembled behind the position and prepared to go to other lines of defense, Fisher lost a cigarette to a mecha fighter.
The mech warrior leaned so weakly against the cockpit and smiled at him.
While smoking, Fisher discovered that his hands were shaking.
It's not a slight tremor, it's violent, and it's shaking so much that it can't be jammed into the mouth.
I heard that since getting up yesterday morning, the three groups have not closed their eyes. Last night, they fought a beautiful battle in Pingqiling. Annihilated a roaring Soss full of armored regiments. Later, they went nonstop to more than 300 kilometers away, and found and wiped out two blood shadow armored battalions known as the soul of the Northern Alliance.
It's simple to say, but Fisher, who was exhausted and exhausted in the trenches for two or three hours, is completely imaginable. The three groups of guys must have experienced more intense and cruel battles than they experienced.
What's more, before supporting their position, they had supported some positions. Now, they can't rest. If the enemy's attack strength does not weaken, they must continue to run and fight. Some of them support various positions along the Third Ring Road, and some are attacking the enemy on the periphery ... After joining the banditry, how have all of them become lifeless lunatics?
Mechs can rest, but people have to rest.
The thoughtless Fisher suddenly froze for a moment. He lost his cigarette and stood up looking left and right. He felt that he had an idea to report to the company commander ...
I heard that the guys in the four SM regiments and the five SM regiments, because they didn't have enough mechas and could not participate in the war as infantry, ran around in a hurry at the base.
Although their training time is a little shorter, it is better for them to operate these ugly and powerful mechas than the three groups. Anyway, the loss of the three regiments of mechas is still less than one company! As long as it is not fighting hard with the enemy and delaying the time, the four regiments and the five regiments will be no problem!
Why didn't everyone think of this idea? There is no mech. Is there a shortage of bandits in this mech warrior? ! Even if one change may affect the whole battle situation, can you change to a battalion that time? This is the town of Prov. The nearest thing is not far away. Just pull the four groups and five groups of people to the meeting place, and within a few minutes, you will be done.
It's a pity that Fatty Chief is in trouble with the enemy in the center city, no one can replace them. Otherwise, by consumption, the enemies can die to life!
Fisher slammed the trenches and went to report to the company commander. In this case, an infantry was not supposed to worry about it, but Fisher, but a half jar of water, loved the jingle.
There is no exhaustive plan in this world. Sometimes, history is changed by a small person!

"Colonel, the first combat team has finished cutting the enemy." The voice of Wei Jianshan came from the communicator. The fat man pointed his hyperopia at the opposite bank of the river under the golf course. The North Union Infantry Battalion stationed there was indeed a mess.
"Second attack team, go!" The fat man ordered: "All annihilation!"
"Yes!" Hargrove, who led the second attack squad, led his command, and then took his squad from the urban jungle in the other direction, suddenly killed, and whirlwind into the position of the North Union Infantry Battalion.
The violent artillery fire rang loudly. The fire net composed of 260 mm caliber energy guns and 80 mm energy machine guns instantly covered the position of the North Union infantry. The sandbags built between the villa and the low-rise building, the isolation net, danced in the shells and were torn to pieces.
Under the sudden attack of the two combat teams of the Sabre, it was clear that the North Alliance officers who had not expected the enemy to appear here gave orders, waved pistols, and panicly tried to stop the resistance. However, the four old mechas stationed on their positions were almost destroyed without even a chance to fire, and the soldiers who were running around the ground were successively under the fierce artillery fire of the bandit mechas. In the fluttering flesh, the living people can no longer care about anything but escape.
In less than ten minutes, the battle was over. The entire infantry position was already dead. The sandbags swept by the energy cannon were full of holes, sand and broken sacks. The originally neat segregation net has finally turned into a torn and distorted junk, and some villas and bungalows have collapsed. The beautiful goose yellow walls are covered with large dark brown holes. The rain eaves on the roof broke off, and trees trimmed into various animal shapes were twisted into pieces and broken.
The fat man looked at the electronic map on the mecha computer and made a mark on the map.
This was the sixth place where the North Alliance troops were destroyed. In six attacks, three mech companies, two infantry battalions and a mixed battalion were wiped out. This is almost a mixed force.
On the fat man's computer, these attack locations are not in shape.
The fat man was very proud. He believed that the commander of the North Alliance who tried to encircle himself must be mad at this time! His troops mobilized, instead of besieging themselves, but because of a slam shot, he jumped out of the encirclement circle and turned back while encroaching on his troops while moving south. Now, the activity space of the super sharp knife company is bigger than before!
Eat his troops. Now, the activity space of the super sharp knife company is bigger than before!
"Colonel!" The voice of the mech soldier responsible for the investigation sounded on the communication channel: "The two mech companies quickly approached us from west to east! It is expected to contact in three minutes."
"Here comes to the door again." The fat man rubbed his hands honestly and licked his lips: "......... Withdraw!"
.
.
. (To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)
If you like a counterfeit hero, please collect it: (EbookFREE.me) The literature update of the counterfeit hero is the fastest.