Chapter 14 Roaring Poetry

Twenty mechas charge against three hundred mechas?!

The mecha warriors of the Northern Alliance rounded their eyes and couldn't believe their retinas at all.

Are the oncoming cyan mechas a group of lunatics or a group of idiots? Do they know what they are doing?

court death!

A wave of anger rushed straight to his forehead. Walker, the commander of the fourth battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment, sneered and said sarcastically: "How many times do you have the courage to shout long live?" Amid the laughter of his subordinates, he waved his hand and ordered: "Kill them all.

They! Leave no one behind!"

This is the core defense area of ​​the Northern Alliance. This is the fourth armored battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment. There is no room for a few fleas to run wild here! He doesn’t care how these weird, fat-bellied mechas pass through the heavy infantry.

He didn't care how the bandits defeated the First Armored Assault Regiment of the Scarlet Mercenaries. He only knew that these mechas would pay a bloody price for their recklessness and stupidity!

The Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment is the most elite armor force on the planet Mars.

The tide-like red gust formed an attacking triangle formation while running.

Facing the impact of the cyan mechas, they showed no cowardice - if four hundred mechas were frightened by twenty mechas' frontal charge, it would be the biggest joke in human history! Since the enemy is seeking death, then,

Help them! No matter how loud you scream, they are just moths flying into the flames!

The nine Rafales running at the front of the triangular attack formation were like sharp red arrows. They ran their engines at full speed and collided head-on with the twenty cyan mechas. The excitement brought by this tit-for-tat head-on collision made everyone

The faces of the Northern Alliance mecha warriors showed bloodthirsty ferocity.

It was a kind of pleasure of relying on the strong to bully the weak, and a kind of twisted violence. They knew that behind them was a tide of companions, and in the next second, they could completely submerge these twenty cyan mechas.

Looking down from the sky, there are two attack arrows, one red and one green, one large and one small, just like two groups of mad rhinos, running closer and closer to each other.

Finally, when the distance completely disappeared and the two torrents collided fiercely, Walker, commander of the fourth battalion of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment, had a sneer on his face, as if he had been slapped hard.

The slap suddenly turned livid!

Violent collisions and blood-curdling screams suddenly sounded! The nine red Rafale vehicles in front were smashed to pieces by the cyan mecha right in front of him! Their casings were dented, their limbs were twisted, and their external armor and

Broken parts and fragments shot out in all directions. Then, their entire bodies were thrown away, like waves hitting a rock.

The dazzling triangular attack formation that was red in the morning glow changed in an instant.

But it's not over yet. After the first nine mechas were knocked away, the cyan mechas didn't even pause. They crashed into the enemy formation at the same speed as before the collision. The red mechas were like cyan in the rice fields.

The harvester smashed and scattered the wheat straw. It drew arcs in the air and fell into the group of mechas behind it. It smashed the originally tight formation into pieces.

The Northern Alliance mecha warriors, whose minds were blank, relied almost on inertia to outflank the twenty cyan mechas that had crashed into the formation.

The companions behind him were still surging forward. The street, which was more than a hundred meters wide, was packed to the brim. On the ruins, beside the building, and in the middle of the road, traffic signs could still be seen... The whole block seemed to be crawling with bees.

In the hive, only the moving red mechas can be seen.

Many Northern Alliance soldiers could no longer see clearly the positions of the twenty cyan mechas. Their vision was tightly blocked by their companions' mechas. However, this did not slow down their violent heartbeats by half, because they could only

If you need to raise your head slightly, you can see the red wreckage and the flesh and blood of your companions flying in the chaos...

"Press up! Press up!" In Walker's roar, the red mechas pressed up in groups.

In the airtight siege, the cyan mechas could no longer maintain their high-speed advance. They slowed down and fell into heavy siege...

"Each one fights!"

Following the fat man's order, twenty Rangers suddenly jumped up and moved in all directions, far or near, fast or slow, like a blooming chrysanthemum, opening its petals and blooming in all directions.

This chrysanthemum is a bloody chrysanthemum.

"Kill!" The blood in the fat man's body was already boiling.

The cyan mecha was like a bolt of lightning, punching through the abdomen of a Northern Alliance mecha, and then slapped another Rafale mecha on the ground.

This slap was so severe that it almost turned the mecha's head into scrap metal. Far-sighted devices, radars, sensors, scanners... all kinds of parts and fragments shot out.

It opened like a watermelon smashed by a swinging bat.

The fat man pushed the control stick, and the mecha attacked forcefully.

Home, country, life, freedom, and life, words are tumbling in Fatty's mind. In this deformed and twisted world, countless people die every day! On the battlefield of Leray, and also in the refugee settlements around the town of Polo

Dianli! They fell at the gunpoint of the invaders and those bastards who killed innocent people indiscriminately.

The blood is flowing, and the bastards are laughing triumphantly. Do you have any other choice?!

No!

A man must use a more violent attitude and retaliate in kind! Why do men have dicks? It is used to toughen all abusers! Men who dare not fuck back are not worthy of standing and peeing! No matter how powerful your opponent is, even if you

He will definitely be beaten to death by the enemy, and before he dies, he will be spitted with blood!

Ranger No. 01 has penetrated deeply into the group of Northern Alliance mechas. Fatty suddenly burst into laughter. There are enemies in all directions... Is there anything more satisfying than this?

"Listen to me reading a poem to you!"

The fat man punched with his backhand. The huge mecha fist was like a hammer, smashing the head of a red Rafale into pieces. He howled at the top of his lungs: "The bright moon of Qin Dynasty... the pass of Han Dynasty..."

....”

The sound soared straight into the sky. It echoed among the ruins of the buildings covered by the morning glow. The hoarse and broken sound had no sense of beauty at all. However, it had a kind of primitive roughness.

The Ranger kicked his feet repeatedly, knocking the two Bei Alliance mechas that rushed towards him, and knocked them out. His body twisted and spun in the air, and he only heard the deafening sound of gold and iron like firecrackers. In the blink of an eye, the Ranger was already densely packed around him.

The red mecha struck out dozens of punches.

"...The long march of thousands of miles...I haven't returned yet." The fat man's neck was stretched red and thick, and the veins were exposed.

Seven or eight red mechas turned into flaming fireballs under the crazy attack of the blue ranger.

The Northern Alliance mecha warriors desperately resisted. They were completely stupid. All their violence and arrogance turned into panic and humiliation in front of this arrogant mecha.

That cyan mecha is pressing them down and fighting! God, this is real. No one understands why his movements are so fast and so cruel! No one can keep up with him, and no one can stop him. He is like

It's a vicious wolf that pounces on the sheep, charging from left to right, opening its mouth and biting!

And his roar that accompanied the attack made every Northern Alliance soldier feel shaken to the core. There was a kind of shocking magic in that hoarse voice, and a kind of terrifying anger! It made people feel that

What was locked in the cockpit was not a human being, but a ferocious beast, a howling wolf!

"Kill him, kill him!" Battalion Commander Walker roared, commanding batch after batch of mechas to rush forward.

The Northern Alliance mecha warriors rushed upward desperately, trying to submerge the screaming mecha. However, no matter how they attacked, this mecha was like a raging fire, burning more and more.

"But the Dragon City...the flying general is here..." A roaring voice burst out from the flying red mechas, like a sharp sword, thrust straight into the sky!

Looking down from the top of the nearby building, the entire block has been plunged into chaos.

Twenty cyan mechas, twenty surrounded circles, and twenty flowers blooming with blood and fire.

In the roar of the fat man, the attacks of the bandit mecha warriors became more and more fierce. Their eyes were burning with blood. In this fiery red world, in their ears, there was only that hoarse roar! That roar,

It was constantly stimulating their adrenaline secretion, causing their bodies to tremble uncontrollably.

At this moment, they had already put life and death aside!

In this life, if you can fight like this, it's worth dying!

"The first combat team is in position!" Wei Jianshan bit his lip.

"The third combat team is in position!" Colt's hand grasping the joystick was trembling slightly.

Behind them, twenty Super Blade Company soldiers listened quietly, listening to the roar that echoed between the ruins and the building. Their hearts, accompanied by the hoarse voice, were beating violently.

There is a kind of energy in the body that needs to be exploded. They have never been so eager to fight!

"...Don't teach Huma... Duyinshan!" The fat man was roaring. The ranger's legs drew a strange arc, sending the Rafale in front of him flying out, and the mecha exploded in flames.

In the middle, the swaying figure of the ranger was reflected red! Beside him, more and more Northern Alliance mechas turned into burning wreckage on the ground...

Walker has completely lost his ability to think...

In front of his eyes, the red gust was no longer as brave as before. Outside many encirclements, they were walking timidly, avoiding, and no one was willing to rush forward. Some despicable guys, in order to escape, even ignored the people around them.

companions, firing at close range with energy cannons...

And in that encirclement spread out like plum blossoms, there was no terrifying demon king, it was just a cyan mecha - not long ago, I calmly ordered a cyan mecha not to be left behind!

Suddenly, Walker seemed to hear something, and he turned back quickly...

A sound rolled through the air, like a herd of beasts, like muffled thunder, shaking the air, and then exploded in his ears.

"kill!"

Wei Jianshan and Kurt jumped up.

Behind them, the soldiers whose blood was already boiling were leaping forward one by one! Two green arrows were quickly inserted into the tail formation and flanks of the fourth battalion!

"Has the Third Infantry Division been transferred back?" In the Northern Alliance headquarters, Thelwall had lost his previous calmness, and even Fairler's stern face was no longer calm as before...

A mecha squad that suddenly appeared has turned the hinterland of the Northern Alliance upside down. The mecha infantry division that first fought against them suffered heavy losses, and the casualties have expanded to 2,000 people. The destroyed mechas and armored personnel carriers,

There were countless defensive positions and firepower points. Even the Inland River Bridge, an important transportation point, was bombed!

This is tantamount to a loud slap in the face of Bei Meng! Dozens of mechas can't defend themselves. When the news spreads, Bei Meng's face will be really humiliated! Moreover, it is even more irritating.

The truth is, until now, I haven't figured out where the other party is sacred.
To be continued...