The low-pitched discussion never stopped, even among the well-disciplined Longxinghui queue.

For these soldiers, most of whom were born and raised in the free world, each of these names represents a legend.

Cheng Zhixuan, who arrived with the third shuttle ship, was silent for a long time after seeing the forty bandit mechas standing quietly in the night. No one noticed that this man stood quietly on the tarmac under the dim light.

The chief of staff of all the armed forces of the Longxing Society looked at the bandit soldiers with complicated eyes.

The combat effectiveness of this unit brought Cheng Zhixuan not only shock, but also a sense of loss. What a powerful force this is! Why is the owner of this force not Longxinghui?

!

As early as many years ago, the Longxing Society has been trying to control one or two schools, for the sake of the mechas trained by these schools and their mecha techniques. Today, when the mecha combat mode has undergone profound changes, this is very important to Chuck.

For Na, it is definitely a valuable asset.

However, what the Longxing Society could achieve after all their efforts was to send their own people to become peripheral disciples of the sect and learn some superficial skills. There were very few who could become core disciples, let alone poaching these famous leaders.

and God of War. The tradition of the free world makes every faction wary of other forces.

But who knew that Fatty Lelei could do what Longxinghui failed to do!

In Cheng Zhixuan's opinion, the fat man's move was really beautiful.

He turned his hand into clouds and rain, instigating faction conflicts, breaking the faction alliance, and completely destroying the order system of the free world. Within a few days, he turned back and established the faction mutual aid alliance.

At the beginning, Cheng Zhixuan thought that this mutual aid alliance created by the fat man and the phantom flow was a complete joke. But what shocked him was that these folk mecha sects, which had always been high-minded, actually brought them together one after another.

The pilot who followed them willingly walked into the fat man's pocket.

Until now, Cheng Zhixuan still can't figure out how this fat man did it! He also doesn't understand what is attracting these private warriors.

He has already sent relevant reports to the country, and he believes that instructions will come back soon.

The headquarters of the Fiji League has long issued guidance on the control of the free world. At home, I am afraid that the same idea is taken. Since Le Lei is still a member of the Fiji League, there are some things that the fat man may not be able to control. This power

, must be controlled by the Fei League.

Fifty minutes later, all members of the 1st and 2nd Armored Regiments of the Longxinghui Armored Division arrived at the first airport and handed over the defense to the subsequent units.

Cage was standing on the tarmac smoking and talking to Cheng Zhixuan before he woke up Wei Jianshan.

"Leave the rest of the offensive mission to us!" Cheng Zhixuan handed the electronic folder containing the battle plan to Wei Jianshan and said straight to the point: "You can just follow behind. There is no suspense in this battle.

Already."

"By the way..." Seeing Wei Jianshan inserting the folder into the reading slot of the mecha computer expressionlessly, Cheng Zhixuan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Where is your Colonel Tian?"

"He left first, and he should be at the Bei League base now." Under the lights of the airport tarmac, Wei Jianshan looked at the confused eyes in front of him, and said with a cold smile: "It's really hard to let Bei League go like this.

What a pity. Our colonel said that stalking is his specialty. As long as you move quickly enough, the Northern Alliance’s top organ will not go anywhere!”

Everyone was stunned. Cheng Zhixuan turned his head and looked around, once again confirmed the number of bandit mechas around him, and said in shock: "How many people did he bring?"

"Including himself, ten." Wei Jianshan said the answer that everyone had determined.

Ten people raiding someone else's lair?

The officers of the Longxing Society were going crazy. What on earth was that fat man thinking? Even if the armored forces of the Northern Alliance base had been mobilized to the First Airport, it was still their base after all. One person and one person.

Even spit can corrode these ten mechas into scrap metal!

The Longxinghui mecha warriors that set out in a group passed by the officers in rows. The front group had already passed a block, and the rear group was still staying in the wide open space of the airport, lined up neatly.

The heavy footsteps of the mecha made the ground tremble. The dim street lights made the shadow of the advancing mecha shorter and longer. After leaving the base, the mecha turned on the searchlight. Snow-white light beams followed the mecha.

The marching movement is undulating and swaying. At first glance, it looks like a flowing Milky Way, which is particularly spectacular.

When passing by the officers, seeing the lost look of their commander, the soldiers couldn't help but talk about it. I don't know what happened, so that these officers who usually have a stern face and are cold and serious now look like

His expression was dull, as funny as if he had seen a ghost.

"It's almost time..." Wei Jianshan pressed the data transfer button on the computer and looked at the Longxinghui armored troops that were moving out of the base like a long queue. He turned around and jumped on the mecha. He looked at the somewhat absent-minded people.

Cheng Zhixuan said: "We will follow the left wing of your main force. We must arrive at the Northern Alliance base within three hours."

After saying that, the bodies of the forty [Rangers] slowly rose up under the support of the mechanical legs. After they were fully extended, they took long strides and merged into the rolling iron flow.

It wasn't until the bandit mechas walked away that several officers, including Cheng Zhixuan and Cage, came to their senses.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other in shock.

Markovich stood on the hillside, looking at the Northern Alliance positions in the distance, biting his thin lips almost drawing blood.

A few kilometers in front of him, there were trench positions of the bandit troops one after another. On the position, east and west, there were burning fires. Those were the remains of mechas and the wood on the position.

Or, they were charred corpses. Rolling smoke columns tilted eastward with the breeze. Twisted isolation nets, bizarre mecha parts, disintegrated firearms and portable missile launchers were scattered all over the position.

Behind him, groups of shining white lights were crowded together endlessly. In the sky, the comet-like light of the energy cannon covered the sky and the sun. The violent explosion sounded like rolling thunder.

The ground was rolling and roaring. Fires were shooting into the sky. Countless buildings had turned into ruins. City parks, squares, and streets had long been beyond recognition. The only thing that could be seen were blackened craters connected one after another.

"Those sons of bitches!" Markovich spat fiercely.

He has seen many such scenes.

Before entering the Fourth Fleet, he belonged to the Galileo Regional Fleet.

When Gacharin invaded, the actions of those frontline commanders were not much better than those of the Northern Alliance now. As long as they felt it was necessary, they could give such an order a hundred times without hesitation. Each time it was easier than the last time.

Calm down. There are many people like them in this world.

What Markovich hates the most is this kind of scum who kills wantonly in the name of war. War is never a reason to attack the poor. It belongs to men, it is a duel between warriors! What kind of skill is it to slaughter unarmed poor people?

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Fortunately, the bandits still had enough firepower to counterattack, and fortunately, under the command of Fatty, Puluo Town built enough air-raid shelters.

In the distance, another loud bugle sounded.

Behind the bandits' position, the self-propelled artillery roared again. The enemy's despicable bombardment was once again suppressed. Amidst the deafening sound of killing, an armored company was involved in the enemy's position from the flank.

Those were the soldiers of the Fourth Regiment after the handover with the Third Regiment.

This regiment, which had never been on the battlefield, lived up to everyone's expectations. On the outside, they fought harder than the third regiment. The enemy's bombardment of Puluo Town had completely angered these pilots. There was no need for any fighting at all.

With the encouragement and slogans in front of them, they only need a bugle, and they will launch a crazy attack in the direction pointed by the officers.

However, Markovich didn't know how long such resistance could last.

The entire outer position of Puluo Town has been destroyed. The number of troops that can be garrisoned in the trenches now is only one-third of the original number. And the 1,600 [sword swords] that have been put into the battle are now less than 1,000 taels.

Hundreds of vehicles.

This battle has been extremely painful.

"Beep!" The mecha computer sounded a sharp alarm.

That was an emergency call for help.

Markovich quickly clicked on the flashing red battle report icon, and his stern face suddenly became extremely pale.

After a Northern Alliance armored regiment consisting of a thousand [Far East Victory]-class mechas located in the south of the town of Puro and two armored regiments located in the west bombarded the town of Puro, the bandits had completely turned their attention

Focused on these two directions.

After all, those located in the northeast are just two mixed regiments of the enemy. In the previous attack, their attack intensity was far behind the armored units in the other two directions. After hitting the bandit defense lines several times,

, these two mixed groups suffered heavy losses and basically did not pose much of a threat to Puluo Town.

Therefore, at this moment, on the northeastern defense line, there was only one company that the 3rd Regiment and 2nd Battalion had not yet had time to hand over! In order to curb the enemy's artillery bombardment in the town of Duupuo, Markovich completely dispatched the main force of the 4th Esam Regiment to other defense lines.

Rely on peripheral attacks and mecha fire suppression to delay the enemy's destruction of the central area of ​​Puro Town.

This decision, in anyone's opinion, is correct. The bandit army only has so much strength. If it wants to deal with the vicious moves of the Northern Alliance, it must maintain sufficient containment power.

But now, Markovich knew that after the enemy started shelling the central city, he trapped the main force of the armored regiment in the south and west instead of carrying out mobile defense according to the previous deployment, which was a fatal mistake he made.

According to the intelligence returned by the hunter team wandering around the periphery, conducting information capture and free hunting, the enemy's two armored regiments will arrive in the Northeast District in half an hour and join the two mixed regiments. And located in

The two Blood Shadow armored battalions in the southeast have also left their original areas and moved northeast.

What made Markovich even more cold-blooded was that a bandit "hunter" discovered more than two battalions of enemy troops in the col of Prometheus Mountain east of the two mixed regiments! Judging from their equipment and

Judging from the mecha number, it is the main force of the Blood Shadow mecha group!

I no longer care about where the troops of the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment come from. Markovich knows that the Northern Alliance has finally shown all their trump cards! Once these forces merge, they will have a devastating impact on the already exhausted Northeast.

He simply couldn't imagine the consequences of the defense line!

But in the face of this torrent of destruction, the bandit army only has one company!

After the communication was connected, Wetherill's tired face appeared in front of Markovich.

The second-level mecha commander of the Tailiupuo Branch, second only to Monroe, and now the commander of the second battalion of the Third Esame Regiment, has almost the same character as Markovich. Silent, cold, and meticulous.

Whether on the training ground or on the battlefield, he is the person Markovich pays the most attention to.

"You know everything about the situation, right?"

Markovich tried to keep his tone calm.

It is necessary to deploy two armored battalions and two infantry regiments, and to concentrate all combat-ready personnel at Scadilvo Base to reinforce the Northeast battlefield. However, it takes time, calmness and courage.

"Two hours!" Markovich looked into Wetherill's eyes: "It's unreasonable and there is no reason. In short, you must persist in front of the enemy for two hours!"
To be continued...