Chapter 700: Strike (17)

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Not to mention the snow peaks that are several kilometers high in the Socrates or Sherlocks mountains around the basin. Even if they are placed in the city, it is just a whole body beside the space city with an average height of more than one kilometer. A little dwarf full of trees.
Even if the electronic map is ruined, dozens of electronic putters are inferred on the electronic sand table. I am afraid no one will think beforehand that it will explode in the beautiful galaxy called Chakna Gate, which is connected to the main southeast channel of Rescue The most crucial and tragic battle of this battle was actually here.
At this moment, the west of the 152 highlands was already a mess.
As far as the eye can see, there are lying trees and craters where the yellow mud was overturned by the bomb. The secluded mountain forest turned into an ugly scabies. The dense artillery fire also ravaged the ground with mud and gravel and withered leaves.
A cloud of mushroom-like black clouds rose in front of the winding position on the top of the mountain, and the white and black smoke was billowing. Thousands of Sousse mechas are lined up in five scattered lines, desperately raising their heads to attack. Down the hill, only to see the energy gunfire shuttle back and forth, intertwined into a huge network of light.
"Fight!" On the ground that was damaged by the shells, a second lieutenant Chuckner severely pulled the trigger in front of the universal lever.
The muzzle of the huge handheld energy-enhancing cannon in the hands of the mech lying in the shooting position quickly turned around, and then suddenly shouted, hundreds of condensed filaments turned into a football-sized energy cannonball. Out. With just a flash, they plunged into the mecha group under the mountain of Sousse, bursting with an incomprehensible white light.
The white light swept across the ground, and the air around it seemed to be pulled and pushed away violently. A shock wave wrapped in dust, forming a circle visible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
It wasn't until this time that a loud, earth-shattering noise blew up with the shaking of the earth.
This shot was extremely accurate. A Sousse madman mech that had just emerged from a large rock was hit directly. The steel body weighing nearly thirty tons was blasted out by a violent explosion.
The hard shell and external armor shattered and shattered like debris on the skin of the burnt lasagna, and turned into a few black spots in the white light. After the green smoke was scattered, only one burnt black remained. Skeleton.
With a hit, the lieutenant flinched back quickly.
In the huge trenches at the bottom of the feet, mechas ran back and forth, hooking their waists. The soil on both sides of the tunnel was knocked down by the explosion and fell on them.
At the left corner, a mech with a broken leg was replaced with a new mechanical leg in the emergency repair area of ​​the tunnel. Below, a few eight-generation [wild dog] beast-type individual soldier mechas are using their natural advantage to be better at moving in tunnels than human-type mechas, adding ammunition to each shooting position.
The pit wall on the outer side is a dense shooting spot. Every six meters, there is a single mecha lying on the and shooting wildly down the mountain. The fierce cannon sound is like a thunder that exploded around him, a series of chains, one by one, endlessly tormenting people's nerves.
The second lieutenant took a deep breath and calmed his heart panicked by the explosion. A glance at the recharge time of the energy cannon on the mecha computer.
Fifteen seconds before the next shot.
Although the hand-held mecha cannon is powerful, it has the disadvantage of slow firing speed. No matter what kind of mech, as long as this big guy is bound, it will be like a plant entwined with nutrient vines, contributing 80% of energy and engine resources for combat.
Waiting for the energy cannon to recharge in a fierce battle is really a good idea to drive crazy!
The second lieutenant scratched a tan hair.
Some of his chapped lips opened and closed quickly in silent prayer, his head buried as he waited, and then he lifted up. He stuck his neck and tried desperately to control his eyes, not to be attracted by the fierce gunfire and fighting sounds that were constantly drilling into his ears in the middle of the position.
No need to look, he knows. Just at the central position, which is only two hundred meters away from where you are, more than two hundred bandits and armor are fighting desperately with nearly one hundred arbiters!
Close combat in front of the position has been the most tragic part of the ground war.
No matter which era it is, this kind of human face-to-face killing is full of blood, full of tyranny, and full of human annihilation and despair.
When the enemy rushed to the front of the position and tried to tear the line of defense in close combat, the impact, the crazy momentum, was more terrifying than the mudslide flowing down from the 10,000-meter high mountain.
No cowardice, no courage. No anger, no sorrow.
The two sides are like two groups of beasts who have completely lost their minds and thoughts. They only know to use the most primitive instincts to fight and fight. Attack the opponent as hard as possible and poke forward with red eyes. Bite the blood of the other party and dig out the heart of the other party!
This is the deprivation of life between the same kind. It is a person who erases the entire history, traces, thoughts, and flesh of another person.
No matter whether it is the attacking side or the defending side, after an ice-fire collision like this on the front of the position, it will definitely survive, no more than 30%!
This statistic means that the two sides have almost exhausted the last bit of power, and almost only rely on the last few people to determine whether the position continues to adhere to or is broken.
The second lieutenant has seen all kinds of fighting, and has seen the fiercest positional defense. However, he never imagined that the battle could be so tragic to the point where the front of the central position was now.
He dared not look up. Because with a glance, he was afraid that he would never turn his head. In the future, there will be no confidence to drive mechs, no courage to fight!
This was the eighth attack of the Naval Forces. At the same time, it was the eighth assault of two hundred adjudicators.
Those adjudicators with axe heads are cold and cruel. They walked in front of each of the Sousse armored clusters that launched a strong attack, like a walk in the court.
The long-range firepower in a sudden shower could not pose any threat to them. As long as they are approached, their ion beam knife or fist has already penetrated your body before your finger gives a complete action command to the mech.
This is a group of dead souls without emotions, they are harvesting life with near perfect control. No one can stand in front of them ... except ... the bandits!
There was a loud bang. The second lieutenant couldn't help turning his head to look at it. On the hillside in front of the central position, two mechas emerged from the smoky smoke and splashing mud.
At the moment of his appearance, two figures, one black and one green, were like two magnets and sucked together tightly. The sound of steel storms and collisions like a storm is like a deafening heavy metal percussion!
Boom! The cyan mech was kicked by the adjudicator on the arm of the head guard. One side rolled over a dozen meters, and the mech shell plowed several deep trenches on the ground.
The left arm that was kicked has been completely broken. The transmission rod penetrated through the cracked shell, swayed and expanded rapidly, scraped on the steel plate at the crack, and made an unpleasant noise.
The elbow joint was obviously broken, and the entire forearm was twisted in a strange posture, and many parts were popped with cracks as the armor transmission machinery was forced to move.
The second lieutenant only felt tight. He knew the manipulator of the mech.
It was a young Lieutenant Colonel Le Lei, named Stiller. He has a kind smile and a handsome face.
As soon as his heart was lifted, he saw that the cyan armor propped up and kicked his feet, hitting the adjudicator like a cannonball.
A kind of deadly and violent death is violent, blasting and coming!
"Death!" The adjudicator, irritated by Stiller's bravery and madness, screamed, raised his legs and bent his knees, and slammed into the blue mech's head.
The movements of both sides are as fast as lightning and thunder, and in the blink of an eye, they have already arrived in front of each other.
The second lieutenant couldn't even breathe as he watched, one heart, thumping!
Seeing the iron knee of the arbiter, he was about to smash the head of the blue ranger, and the second lieutenant suddenly discovered that Stiller twisted forcibly between the stone fire and electricity, avoiding the head of the head, and broke the left arm with the shoulder It was delivered to the arbiter's knee, and at the same time, the armor's right hand was thrust into the arbiter's other leg.
"boom!"
Another loud deafening noise.
The cyan mech flew out again, and its bruised body struck an arc in the air, hitting the ground heavily. I couldn't see a complete place all over my body.
It lay on the ground, the shell twisted, and the miserable appearance seemed to indicate that it was a complete loser, but the second lieutenant felt it was laughing.
It was a fat face, it was a grin!
Twenty meters away, an ion dagger emerged from the adjudicator's cabin. The unknown green liquid, mixed with dark red blood, flows out of the gap and flows down to the ground along the armor shell.
The adjudicator knelt straight on the ground. The cold Spartan fighter was stiff and blank.
Its knee bending action was completed, and its other leg was interrupted by the desperate Stiller at the cost of half of his body, interrupting the external transmission rod and the joint crankshaft. This makes it lose its ability to balance and move continuously at the moment of landing, and kneel to the ground.
If you can give him another five seconds, no, maybe it will only take a second or two, it will be able to switch the drive to the standby system, get up from the kneeling state, continue to flicker and continue to walk vigorously.
Unfortunately, there is no if in this world. What happened has never changed. The wheel of history and destiny, after choosing a path, will only move forward ruthlessly, never backwards.
An ion dagger protruding from the smoke, completely nailed it to this humiliating posture.
The second lieutenant witnessed this insidious and deadly attack from beginning to end.
He saw that when Stiller ’s cyan mech was kicked for the first time, another cyan mech had already appeared behind the adjudicator.
At that moment, maybe everything is not conspiracy. However, when the two Rangers appeared in each other's field of vision, there was no communication, and a lore was suddenly formed.
Stiller, who fell to the ground, sprang up, and his bruised body launched a crazy counterattack in a fierce posture that fought with his life. While attracting all the attention of the adjudicator, he let the adjudicor kneel at the cost of a depression in the entire left arm and shoulder.
From that moment, the adjudicator could no longer stand up. It knelt so humiliatingly, with a black shell, reflecting the same greasy smile on the arc attacker behind it.
The mecha computer heard the sound of the third charge of the energy cannon, but the second lieutenant was unheard of. The blood in his body was surging along the blood vessels under the pressure of a beating heart at high speed. He can even hear the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels, and feel the bright red liquid constantly rising, eager to break through the heavenly cover!
This is the most perfect coordination and perfect lore he has ever seen! ! !
Simple, fierce and deadly!
Stiller stood up staggeringly, with the gritty wound on the mech, only a few pieces of the left arm of the broken connecting rod, all of which described the brutality of the battle.
In front of him, the second Ranger, like a butcher who killed pigs, suddenly stirred the ion dagger in his hand, which made the adjudicator's chest sparse, and then lifted his leg cleanly and kicked the adjudicator to the ground.
The black mech fell straight and threw a cloud of dust. The two Rangers turned around, rose into the air, and rushed into the battle group in front of the central position that could not distinguish each other.
There, there are more of their companions fighting in the blood bath. Opposite them, there are more adjudicators constantly striking their formation, trying to break through the defense line behind them.
In the battle group, a ranger was penetrated in the chest. A lot of blood poured out of the cockpit, and the broken transparent cockpit cover had turned red. Even so, it still hugged the enemy's arm. The whole body is like hanging on the enemy.
The terrified adjudicator tried desperately to get rid of the ranger, but he couldn't get rid of it until another ranger beside him smashed him into a broken copper.
The two mechas are entangled, turning into a huge ball of fire in a violent explosion!
Not far away, two other mechas were wrestling. The adjudicator was as cold and indifferent as death. By this time, he had disappeared. It was more like a dirt dog on a rider's body.
They hit each other with their fists and rolled on the ground. What control norms, what four-level five-level six-level set, what footwork, what tricks, are thrown out of Jiuxiaoyun. The rest is just instinctive fighting!
Farther away, black and cyan figures disappeared in the smoke. They moved at high speed, so fast that they could only hear a series of firecracker-like golden iron symphony. High-level technical movements that ordinary mechas dare not think of are endless in their hands.
Not to mention this life-and-death showdown, even if it's just looking at it, it's dazzling. The reaction is slower, there is a little mistake, and the final ending is all the destruction of the machine!
The second lieutenant gritted his teeth and watched the scarred figure rush into the battle group, drowning in the melee of the melee immediately.
When the prompt full of energy sounded for the fourth time, he pulled the joystick, the mech reached the shooting position, aimed at a Sousse mecha that was less than 100 meters away from the position, and fired violently.
"kill!"
It was the deafening roar of hundreds of bandit fighters in the Central War Group.
"kill!"
The blood and pride in the second lieutenant's chest spewed out with the murderous roar.
This voice merged into the roar of countless Chakner warriors and rolled towards the sky.
The whole position, the mountains respond to the sea!

Mech's palm traversed a perfect arc in the air, and fell into the shoulder of a Ranger. Reinhardt meditation in his head, a precise step instruction was quickly translated into an action instruction through the thinking sensor, the mech stepped in a wrong step, and had reached the side and rear of the ranger.
With a control capability of eighty-five hands per second, the world seems to be extremely slow in front of the eyes.
It was just a step forward in the arc, but Reinhardt had enough time to clearly watch the broken shell fragments and parts fly by in front of his eyes. Seeing the smoky smoke, floating in the void with the wind.
A few bursts of energy guns burst out of the mud and spread out in all directions. Countless Soss mechas, countless Chuckner mechas, surging on the hillside where mushroom clouds rise, interlace and fight.
Ten meters away from the position!
Reinhardt calculated silently in his heart. The adjudicator, like a black ghost, lightly attached to the opponent's back, and his fists punched out twenty times in a second.
This is the simplest level one action. However, under the control of eighty-five movements per second, a simple fighter's simple punching twice a second increased tenfold, and the power was a hundredfold greater.
The storm-like fist fiercely penetrated the back of the ranger, but the bandit fighter's anti-elbow blow before his death still left a dent on the adjudicator's shoulder.
Pulling the manipulator out of the ranger, Reinhardt's handsome face was as cold as an ice sculpture. It was just those eyes, a ray of red thread faintly appeared, a flash of hatred and violent flash.
This is the thirtieth Ranger he killed. These sixty-speed guys have no way to fight back in front of him.
However, these guys are always desperate to leave a trace of his mech before dying. Although such an attack could not pose any threat to the arbiter at all, but accumulated more, the damage control procedures of the mech still turned into deep red in many places.
More importantly, Reinhardt can clearly feel that no matter how powerful he is, no matter how many rangers he killed, those poor worms have no fear.
They are a group of unreasonable lunatics. When fighting for their lives, people do not feel strong but ridiculous.
Even if the price paid is life, they do not hesitate, just to catch a punch on you.
Just to anger you!
Reinhardt admitted that he was angered by these stubborn lunatics.
A few hours ago, his elaborate challenge was resolved by a shameless attack by the bandits. Not only did it fail to re-encourage the morale of the Sioux coalition, but it made morale even lower.
In the seven subsequent strong attacks, although he killed 30 rangers, the arbiters of the two squadrons have not been able to break through each other's defense.
Up to now, there are only ninety vehicles left for the two hundred adjudicators. There are more than 400 rangers in the bandit army, and only less than 200 are left.
A one-to-two battle loss ratio is a victory for others, but for the adjudicator, it is a complete failure.
Reinhardt can easily identify these mechas. Because, their same fat face, as well as their fighting style and style, are exactly the same as that person!
In Gacharin, he was irritated by the fat man countless times. And now, hundreds of fat people are swaying in front of him, making fierce and nasty moves!
There are five meters! The position is only within one step!
"boom!"
Reinhardt, who had just stepped on the front of the position, crossed his arms to block the frontal kick of a ranger. The armor stepped back a few steps, and the anti-slip teeth on the soles of the feet pulled out a few deep marks on the mud.
"Humph!" Rheinhardt snorted coldly. The mech was retreating, suddenly sprinting forward without warning, and his fists slammed into the air, causing a sharp roar in the air and heading towards the ranger who had just landed.
He was at the forefront of all offensive mechs. Behind him, dozens of adjudicators are following him step by step. This time, in any case, he will break through!
"Fuck you mother!" The ranger, who took a slow motion, closed his palms like a seal, drew two semi-circles, slammed Reinhardt's fists, then grabbed a step, the middle palace went straight, and one shoulder hit the verdict The chest.
Reinhardt's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze was like a knife, and the armor withdrew backwards under his feet, and then his legs were kicked out.
"Fuck your sister!" The swearing bandit sergeant hit a shoulder with a shoulder, and then turned a 270 degree. While avoiding the chained legs, a fist rounded and hit the arbiter's left ear.
Reinhardt leaned back, a backflip, avoiding the ranger's fist.
When the fist brushed the adjudicator's head by a few centimetres. Because it is too close and too fast, the air between the fist and the armor of the mech is transformed into a red light in the friction.
Reinhardt rolled over and landed, and the armor's feet were a few wrong steps. He had reached the left side of the ranger, his fists came out together, and a double-peaked violent ear went straight to the head of the ranger.
He swears to explode this filthy bastard!
This time, the Ranger failed to escape the lightning-fast blow of Reinhardt. The mech head was smashed instantly.
Seemingly knowing that there was no luck, the bandit fighters finally tried their best to hug Rheinhardt, the energy cannon in the chest and the missile launcher at the waist, suddenly opened!
"Fuck you sister!"
This is the last sentence that this bandit fighter has left in this world.
Immediately after the white light passed, the ranger turned into a flame. The flames spread out, turning the surroundings into a sea of ​​fire, and the thick smoke rolled into the sky with the rolling fire.
Reinhardt, almost rolling out of the flame.
On the body of the mech, a few pieces of smashed outer armor were hanging like rags. The chest, arms, and thighs were covered with scars.
Looking at the burning fire, looking at the back of the fire, another ranger jumped out of the position, and he suddenly found that the position of just ten meters away was so out of reach.
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