Helen always felt that the fat man had magic powers.

She saw with her own eyes that these mercenaries, company employees, workers and even gangsters who came to Puluo Town with their factions, wearing different clothes and with different expressions, turned into soldiers who obeyed orders in repeated trainings. There was a kind of

Things that cannot be described in words are taking root in them.

That is a belief!

When Fatty welcomes a new group of bandit members, he always tells them something.

"I don't care where you come from or what you have done before. Now, you are a member of this army. When you stand here, you have a responsibility on your shoulders! If you have

Family, then this responsibility is your parents, your wife, and your children. If you are single, then this responsibility is your freedom and your dignity."

Every time at this time, Fatty would stop, look at everyone in front of him carefully, and then say seriously: "...You belong to this world, this planet, named Mars. You should not be part of human society.

Exiles. You are a member of human civilization! If you want Mars to become a truly free world, you need to defend her like a man! Remember, being a soldier is the most manly profession in the world! Don’t dare.

Those who are on the battlefield, come out now!"

No one came out. Most of these people were professional mercenaries, members of the security group who licked blood all day long. Others also voluntarily joined the team.

When the faction war began, they had already realized that no matter whether they were soldiers or not, they could not escape this war. When they found that they had no choice, found their relatives lying in a pool of blood, and discovered the future of Mars,

When it was so slim, they just wanted to fight.

Then, these people changed little by little in the kind of training that Helen felt terrible when she thought about it. The fat man said, they are all men! All they need is a belief!

The artillery fire in the distance became fierce again.

After adjusting the camera, Helen hurried back to the hospital and got into busy nursing work.

Although she was tired, she was happy that she could play a role. She also had a belief. That is, she always firmly believed that the fat man would definitely win!

Fisher lay down in the trench's firing position, constantly aiming and firing.

After turning another enemy's head into a broken tomato, he rolled over and slid to the bottom of the trench. Before he could stand firm, the soldier who replaced him jumped up from him, and climbed up with only three or two clicks.

into shooting position.

Nodding to the mud-covered guys who were waiting to take over other shooting positions, Fisher knelt on the ground with one leg, grabbed the energy box of the ammunition box, and slapped it cleanly on the imitation G173 energy assault rifle.

Loading the magazine for the gun, turning off the safety, leaning against the twisted metal bulletproof wall, and stuffing a few more energy magazines into his vest pocket, Fisher tiredly sat down on the ground and leaned his back against it.

On the mud wall, he took out a cigarette.

As a senior mercenary, the 32-year-old Fisher is considered a veteran of the bandit army. Fisher has experienced many small-scale battles when performing missions in the past, but in a battle like this,

This is his first time fighting.

After blowing out a smoke ring and looking at the muddy legs of the man in the shooting position, Fisher couldn't help but shake his head. That was his comrade, whom he only met after joining the bandit army. This former company employee didn't know what kind of stimulation he got.

, Wenwen was weak and insisted on joining the bandit army. It was a miracle that he survived such rigorous training. The even bigger miracle was that this guy who was so fanatical as soon as he entered the battlefield could actually survive in the bandit army.

Survived six or seven hours of fighting until now!

A shell landed not far outside the trench. The flying mud crackled on Fischer's face, causing him pain. He protected his head and face with his arms and withstood the mud rain.

Scheer cursed and spit out the cigarette that was stained with dirt in his mouth. He stood up and tiptoed to look at the shooting position. It was not until he was sure that the company employee who replaced him was still pulling the trigger enthusiastically that he sat down with confidence and started firing again.

Last cigarette.

The enemy's attack has never stopped. Several times, those gray figures rushed into the trenches, only to be driven out after a desperate counterattack by the reserve team. The trenches were dug very deep, with bulletproof walls and sections.

With the curved explosion-proof roof on top, I didn’t feel much inside. But when I got into the shooting position, it was really fatal.

The entire position was shrouded in gunpowder smoke. Artillery shells fell like rain on the front, back, left, and right. The dense rain of bullets hit the ground in front of the position one after another. Looking out from the shooting position, the ground was covered with gunfire.

They're all bullet holes.

This battle has been going on for almost six hours. The enemy's attack two hours ago was the most thrilling. At that time, there was less than one platoon left in the entire battle trench. The troops behind were blocked by the covering artillery fire.

The communication trenches and ammunition were not kept up. The 300-meter-wide position could only place one person every other shooting position.

The enemy had obviously planned it and launched high-intensity attacks for several hours just to wait for that moment. A dozen mechas rushed up with the dense infantry behind them. The first battle trench was broken through, and several mechas rushed up.

A had already jumped down from the trench, and the energy machine cannon was spraying right in front of Fisher's eyes. The walls of the trench and the bottom of the pit were hit with mud flying everywhere. Several soldiers were torn to pieces without even making a sound. The bloody

It's all over the ditch.

At that time, Fisher was firing with all his strength. He was shooting at the infantry and mechas that came in. He didn't care whether it was useful or not. He never thought that he could still be alive. He shot whenever he could. And

The company employee he worked with took a fusion grenade and rushed up... That guy is a madman!

He took a puff of the cigarette and let the smoke circulate in his lungs. Fisher felt a little funny. He didn't even know how he survived. Anyway, he only remembered that when he was desperate, Ace

The guys from Am's Third Regiment are here.

Fisher had never admired many people in his life, but he was convinced by these guys. The level of mechas of those guys was really incredible. In just one round, several enemy aircrafts rushed into the position.

The armor became scrap metal. The action was too beautiful to be performed by a mecha, and it was deadly! Fisher could even smell the murderous aura from the ugly mechas in the third group.

Later, Fisher discovered that not only did he survive, but the company employee who threw the grenade at the same distance also survived. Later, reinforcements came up and ammunition was also transported.

The regiment's mechas not only helped defend the position, but also launched a counterattack.

The wounded enemy could not catch his breath for half an hour.

When the Third Esame Regiment was gathering behind the position and preparing to rush to other lines of defense, Fisher threw a cigarette to a mecha warrior.

The mecha warrior was leaning against the cockpit so weakly, smiling at himself.

While smoking, Fisher noticed that his hands were shaking.

It's not a slight tremor, it's violent, shaking non-stop, and even shaking to the point where it can't be accurately inserted into the mouth.

I heard that the men of the Third Regiment had not slept a wink since they got up yesterday morning. Last night, they fought a beautiful battle at Pingqiling. They annihilated a full armored regiment of the powerful Sussians. Then they fought a beautiful battle.

, they traveled non-stop to more than 300 kilometers away, and found and annihilated the two Blood Shadow armored battalions known as the Soul of the Northern Alliance.

It sounds simple, but Fisher, who was exhausted from fighting in the trenches for two or three hours, could fully imagine that the battles experienced by the guys in the Third Regiment must have been much more intense and cruel than what he had experienced.

What's more, before supporting their own position, they have already supported countless positions. Now, they can't rest. If the enemy's offensive intensity does not weaken, they must continue to run and fight. Some of them support along the Third Ring Road

Various positions, and some, are launching attacks on the enemy from the outside... After joining the bandit army, why did everyone become life-threatening lunatics?

Mechas don’t have to rest, but people have to rest.

Fisher, who was thinking wildly, suddenly froze for a moment. He threw away the cigarette butt, stood up and looked around. He felt that he had an idea and needed to report it to the company commander...

I heard that the guys from the 4th and 5th regiments of EsAim were wandering around the base anxiously because they did not have enough mechas and could not participate in the battle as infantry.

Although their training time is a little shorter, it is better for them to operate these ugly and powerful mechas than the people of the Third Regiment who have to endure it like this? Anyway, the losses of the mechas of the Third Regiment have not been lost so far.

Get to a company! As long as you don't fight the enemy forcefully and delay time, the fourth and fifth regiments will definitely be fine!

Why hasn't anyone thought of this idea? I don't have any mechas. Is there still a shortage of mecha warriors and bandit troops?! Even if changing it at one time may affect the entire battle situation, then it's okay to change it one battalion at a time, right? This is Puluo Town.

It’s not like things that are nearby cannot be done because they are far away. All you need to do is pull four or five groups of people to the meeting point, and it can be done within a few minutes.

It's a pity that the fat commander is causing trouble with the enemy in Central City, and no one can replace them. Otherwise, just by spending money, they can kill the enemy alive!

Fisher ran around in the ditch and went to report to the company commander. This matter should not have been worried about by an infantryman, but Fisher was a half-filled man who loved jingling bells the most.

There is no perfect plan in this world. Sometimes, history is changed by a small person!

"Colonel, the First Combat Team has completed cutting off the enemy." Wei Jianshan's voice came from the communicator. Fatty pointed the long-term vision device at the other side of the river under the golf course. The Northern Alliance infantry battalion stationed there,

Sure enough, it was already a mess.

"Second attack team, enter!" Fatty ordered: "Annihilate them all!"

"Yes!" Hargrove, who led the second attack team, loudly received his order, and then led his team to suddenly burst out of the urban jungle in the other direction and swept into the position of the Northern Alliance infantry battalion like a whirlwind.

The fierce artillery fire rang out loudly. The firepower network composed of 260 mm caliber energy cannon and 80 mm energy machine cannon instantly covered the position of the Northern Alliance infantry. Those built between villas and low buildings

Sandbags and isolation nets danced among the shells and were torn to pieces.

Under the sudden attack by the two combat teams of the Sharp Knife Company, the Northern Alliance officers who obviously did not expect the enemy to appear here shouted orders, waved their pistols, and panicked to try to stop the resistance. However, they were stationed on the position.

Four old mechas were destroyed without even a chance to fire, and the soldiers running around on the ground were one after another under the ferocious fire of the bandit mechas, with blood dripping and broken meat flying everywhere.

The people have nothing else to care about except running for their lives.

In less than ten minutes, the battle was over. The entire infantry position was already dead silent. The pile of sandbags swept by the energy cannon was riddled with holes, and sand and broken sacks were strewn all over the floor. The originally neat isolation net had finally become

It has become a mutilated and twisted rag, 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 have broken, and the trees trimmed into various animal shapes have been twisted.

Broken branches and leaves littered the ground.

Fatty looked at the electronic map on the mecha's computer and made a mark on the map.

This was the sixth Northern Alliance troop garrison they destroyed. In six attacks, three mecha companies, two infantry battalions and one mixed battalion were completely wiped out. This was almost the strength of a mixed regiment.

On Fatty's computer, these attack locations were scattered here and there, shapeless.

The fat man was very proud. He believed that the Northern Alliance commander who tried to encircle and suppress him must have gone crazy at this time! His troop mobilization not only failed to encircle him, but because he feinted a shot, he jumped out of the encirclement first and turned around.

Let's move south while cannibalizing his troops. Now, the super sharp knife company's space for movement is larger than before!

Eat his troops. Now, the space for activities of the Super Sharp Knife Company is larger than before!

"Colonel!" The voice of the mecha warrior in charge of the reconnaissance sounded over the communication channel: "Two mecha companies are rapidly approaching us from west to east! Contact is expected in three minutes."
Chapter completed!