Chapter 7: Broken Mecha

The shelling stopped, and the smoke from the position slowly spread around with the wind.

Everyone had withdrawn from the hidden trench behind the position.

Looking down the tunnel, the eyes were filled with Chuckner soldiers sitting tiredly in the mud. Some people closed their eyes and leaned against the wall of the pit. Some were drinking water in big mouthfuls. Some people, with the help of two bandit medical staff, bandaged their wounds. Their clothes were no longer distinguished in their original colors and were covered in mud.

The bandit soldiers sat in the hidden trench behind the position, fiddling with the weapons they had just obtained while bragging and spanking.

Except for Markvic and two or three bandit soldiers, the others knew they were rookies at the sight of their guns. They had received simple military training or were a combat unit, and those civilians and mechanics who were fiddling with electronic instruments took the gun and looked at them, looking left and right. It seemed that they had worked hard to get here just to find such a guy to blow their heads.

Including several famous Mars aircraftmen, they also have the same virtues. The way they hold a gun is at most better than two female operators who hold the guns crookedly.

However, few cheerful bandit soldiers were ashamed of not knowing how to use guns.

Originally, few of the people present had received this kind of training, and the fat man would not let the Mecha War God take risks in any case. According to him, everyone fired two shots at most at critical moments. As long as they didn't aim at their own people, they would be fine. After following the fat man for so long, they wouldn't learn anything else. Can't they learn it without heart or heart?

As for the danger... Where is the world not dangerous? Driving an armed merchant ship directly into the space blockade of the Jie Pengren. Isn't it dangerous? Don't everyone come here too?

With the fat chief here, there is no hurdle that cannot be overcome!

Thinking of the battle through the level a few hours ago, a group of rookies chirping and flew everywhere.

At that time, Jie Peng's fleet was so many. With Canglang Star as the center, the dense patrol warships almost expanded beyond the five transition channels! Not to mention a small armed merchant ship, I'm afraid that even if the entire bandit fleet was brought up, I couldn't break in.

You should know that the three super fleets of Airi, Thunder and Storm led by Yuren Mikami, each of which is at least the total of at least 8 Feiyang A-class fleets. In terms of combat effectiveness, it can be called Jie Peng's military force.

It is said that among these three fleets, even the lowest-level comrades were selected from the major fleets. Their warships also concentrated the top military technology of the Japeng Empire in many years. The Japeng people even publicly claimed that these three fleets were enough to annihilate twice their own Chuckner fleet.

And this time, two of the three super fleets came. In addition to the eight Sousse A-class fleets, it can be said that as long as Sankan Youren is willing, he can even prevent the entire Canglang Star from seeing the sun!

Fortunately, most of the attention of the Sankan Youren Fleet was focused on the defense of the Leifeng Star and the hop points of the Long March galaxy. The defense arrangement was also aimed at the large-scale fleet of the Fei Alliance that might appear. No one would have thought that an armed merchant ship would venture through the level for the army remaining soldiers who were almost already in a jar on Canglang Star.

This gives Knight Six a chance, which has stealth technology. However, this does not mean that Knight Six can rush into Canglang Star without any obstacles. You should know that although it has stealth technology, Knight Six must start the ion engine when it is undergoing a leap, so that the stealth technology will fail.

The only way is to pass through the obstacle zone in stealth state, then pinch the head and tail, try to enter the jump at a place far from the starting point of the transition channel, and end the jump at a place far from the end of the transition channel, and re-enter the stealth state to avoid the Siyo patrol ships that use both ends of the transition channel as key monitoring areas.

After coming out of the small jump point entering Resk, the spacecraft encountered no less than fifty times along the way. This is not the reconnaissance satellites that the Jiepeng people spread in the obstacle area.

The three cordons in the front were quite smooth. After all, they could still wait for the gaps in the Jie Peng patrol ship. However, the two cordons in the back were completely forcibly crossed. At that time, no one could control the spacecraft. Everyone could only watch the spacecraft sweatingly, using their speed to rush around the enemy's siege and blockade in the automatic flying state possessed by ghosts.

That's dangerous. Until now, everyone hasn't figured out what system has the fat man installed on the spaceship? It's so powerful. Everyone just admires the fat man's calmness and sincerely. You know, when the spaceship was just discovered by a Suss high-speed frigate, the fat man was in the mood to beat his son.

The smoke of gunpowder dispersed, and the black and gray smoke rose to the sky. When the wind blew, it was like a thin dark cloud. On the position, two people who didn't know each other gathered together, and finally saw each other very clearly.

The battle just ended, and even the commander didn't have time to speak. The soldiers could only look at each other. To the Chuckner warriors, these miscellaneous cards in blue uniforms looked particularly strange.

It can be seen that few of them had been on the battlefield. Except for two medical soldiers who were busy helping to treat the wounded, a blonde officer also led a few people to familiar with the positions, most of the other guys in blue uniforms sat lazily, without any tension in the battlefield.

The Chuckner soldiers all felt a little incredible - these rookies who couldn't even take guns regarded this battlefield as their resort?! Don't they know that the lives of everyone in this position may only last until the next charge of the Jepeng people. Perhaps in a few minutes, shells will fall on their heads.

The Chuckner soldiers were a little disdainful. The tired bodies also gave up their thoughts of greetings and meeting each other.

This matter should be left to the commander. No matter where these rookies come from, the most important thing is not to let them mess around on the battlefield. Otherwise, everyone will be cowardly if they die. In the brief silence, the soldiers saw their company commander Nash, saying something emotionally to Sun Ping. The deputy platoon leader of the second platoon, Sergeant Jonathan, walked towards the fat man in the uniform of the major general with a blue face.

The fat man stood up from the mud in the trench and was about to find a guy who was easy to do.

Although Milan's cloak muffle shell gun is powerful, its energy load is too small. It can be used to defend yourself when encountering a small number of enemies, but it is useless in such a battle. The fat man just now looked like he was rushing towards him like crazy. Now that he thinks about it, he still feels scared.

I'm beating me, are you jealous of my beautiful body?!

The fat man spat hard in the mud, and looked around trembling, like a deer in the cold rain.

Speaking of which, he has experienced many battles. In Milok, in Gacharin, and in Mars, he encountered countless dangers and was even forced to jump off a cliff. However, the country is easy to change and his nature is hard to change. After experiencing any hardship, his problem of trembling all over his body when he encounters danger is still deeply rooted.

This is not a habit that can be changed. It is not a problem that can be cured by just making up your mind and more experience.

This is his physiological characteristic. It is derived from his genes in his bones.

When he encounters danger, whether it is psychological fear or the large amount of adrenaline secreted physiologically, his body will tremble. He can't control it even if he wants to. Once he falls into the wild phenomenon of throwing apart due to excessive danger, his trembling frequency is comparable to vibrators.

Whenever this happens, the fat man will think that if he was in xxoo, he would have trembling so many times, and his job would be as good as a vibrator when he was making concrete! He would be shocked in a few seconds and climaxes all night long. How powerful and powerful would it be?! He thought, he had to find an opportunity to scare himself when he was doing that!

Several Chuckner-style rifles were thrown aside by the fat man. He wanted to find a gun with a longer range and higher accuracy. It would be a sniper rifle that was similar to that of Feng Laosi's hand. You should know that in positional battles, an excellent sniper created psychological pressure and panic, comparable to ten energy machine guns or portable energy cannons.

I know my own affairs, and the bandits of non-combat members who fly in space all day long are unreliable. Those who can really be useful in guarding positions, including myself, only five or six are in full swing.

Five or six people are really a drop in the bucket for such a position. If you don’t show your skills, you will be ruthless. I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive the next attack.

However, judging from his understanding of weapons, there was obviously nothing in the guns in front of him that met his requirements.

The fat man walked and flipped and picked.

It was noon, and the sun in the sky was like a fiery red ball, baking the positions on the top of the slope where the surrounding trees were blown up. Inside and outside the winding tunnel, there were charred craters of all sizes, one by one, and several burnt mecha wreckage, countless broken parts and twisted guns and weapons were scattered around.

The entire position had obviously been cut off by artillery fire. The metal bulletproof wall that was supposed to have been knocked into the ground had already exposed ten centimeters of edge. Several traffic trenches had been blown up. Many explosion-proof pits dug under the position had also collapsed.

The flesh and blood in front of the position were piled up like mountains, and the broken limbs and arms were all over the ground. Blood flowed into the tunnel along the terrain. The smell of blood mixed in the burnt position, pungent and unpleasant. The soil at the bottom of the trench was always wet. Mixed with broken leaves, and when you step on it, you will make a squeak. Once you raise your foot, you can suck out a pool of water.

After rummaging and picking a few times, I couldn't find the gun I needed. The fat man raised his head and decided to find Sun Ping first, so that he could seize the time to find the supreme commander of this position, and everyone would discuss it.

Although to be honest, he had no idea how to hold on with such a mecha position. However, no matter what, two groups of people who don’t know each other must have a certain consensus to work together.

Climbing up to the edge of the trench, carefully poked his head out, and looked down at the foot of the mountain. Looking at the Jie Peng position at the foot of the mountain, a 8th-generation standard mecha of Jie Peng [Toyama] can be seen vaguely.

The fat man's face was unstable.

The enemy attacking this position should be a battalion. There are about twenty mechas thrown in front of the position. This means that the enemy still has at least four or five mechas in his hands.

Once these mechas are launched, even if only one car comes, it will be a serious threat to the position. After walking on the front of the position, the fat man not only did not see the mecha, but even the portable missiles and energy cannons were discarded aside because they had no ammunition. Although the enemy could not see this, they could infer from the intensity of the firepower encountered during the last attack.

The experienced enemy commander is obviously ready to send a mecha in the next attack. This can not only pose a threat to the position, but also a blatant temptation. If the position can only be blocked by suicide attacks from fusion grenades, then the next time, the enemy commander will send all his mechas without hesitation.

The fat man gritted his teeth and stared at the mecha, thinking in his mind. He didn't know that a sergeant Chuckner, who had a stern face, had already strode to him.

"This general!" Jonathan stared fiercely at the fat man who almost beat him into a sieve and gritted his teeth, "I think you owe me an explanation!"

"Explanation?" The fat man turned his head blankly and pointed at his nose: "Are you talking about me?"

"A few minutes ago..." Jonathan clenched his fist and tried his best to control his punch and beat the fat face in front of him to the urge to bloom with a flowery face, and said angrily: "You fired at me with your gun. If I hadn't been lucky, I would have been a corpse covered with holes! Why, don't you want to explain this?"

"How many minutes ago?" The fat man recalled and suddenly realized, "Oh, I remember it! At that time, that guy's bayonet was almost stabbing into your thigh, right?"

"The thighs are not going to cost you life!" Jonathan's eyes became colder and colder.

"If you have an arterial hemostasis device, you won't be able to kill yourself." The fat man smiled and said, "But, I'll help you solve a problem, right?"

"Your solution is to beat me to death together?" Jonathan looked at the fat man's expression as if nothing had happened and was extremely angry. As a soldier who was desperate on the battlefield, what he hated the most was the officer who did not regard the lives of soldiers as things. He could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and he punched the fat man in the face.

Shu, Chakner and the bandit soldiers who had been paying attention to the movement here all stood up in unison, looking shocked. They were impatient and had already run over.

"Stop! Jonathan!" Nash, who was running towards him, said angrily.

Jonathan's fist stopped when it was twenty centimeters away from the fat man's face. What made him stop was not Nash's roar, but a shell gun that pressed his head in front of him.

"Major General Tian Xingjian, right?" Nash was furious when he saw the fat man's gun pressing against Jonathan's head. He temporarily left his scolding at Jonathan, turned his head to look at the trembling fat man, and said contemptuously: "As a general, I think you should not use your gun to press the warrior's head!"

In the position, it was quiet.

The Chuckner soldiers were full of anger and looked at the fat man who was trembling all over, with no one's face, and only knew how to show off with guns, with a look of contempt.

Just now, everyone heard the gunshots from the direction of the crash of the spacecraft.

When the group of rookies in front of him who didn't even have guns followed Sun Ping and others to the position, all the soldiers were very suspicious that Sun Ping and the others saved these people. No one would think that the gunshot was played without the Jie Peng people. No one would think that these rookies were the main body of the battle.

With this preconceived idea, you can imagine how angry the soldiers were when they saw that most of the rescued gangs were hiding in the hidden trench behind, like quails coming to travel. And their commander was even more abusive. Not only did they shoot at their own people, but now they even press the gun against Jonathan's head!

Several Chuckner soldiers subconsciously picked up the gun. They were already in desperate situations and had already put their deaths aside. They were not even afraid of death, but were afraid of a major general who came out of nowhere?!

As long as Nash gave the order, these men who were rolling in the blood would be able to give all these damn blue uniforms without hesitation. They didn't care about anything!

"I'm holding a gun, not trying to kill him." The fat man was a little depressed. He didn't expect that his magical cloak gun technique was not only amazing, but also questioned. This made the vanity fat man who likes to show off very unhappy. He spitted on the ground casually and said viciously: "I just don't have time to explain to you."

As he said that, the fat man pulled his arms and raised his gun, waved his hands, and more than ten energy bullets pounced into the soil next to the body of a soldier Jie Peng leaning against the tunnel.

The other Chuckner soldiers who stood far did not understand, but when Nash and Jonathan stood close, they saw the fat man's pistol bullets hitting the corners of their eyes suddenly jumped! On the wall of the pit, the bullets followed the dead soldier Japeng's body and shot out the shape of their own body, without wiping a single tiny bit of the body.

Nash suddenly turned his head and looked at Sun Ping. Sun Ping, who had half-drooped his eyes, smiled bitterly and said a few words in his ear.

As Sun Ping told him, Nash's eyes widened wider and in the end, he could no longer hide his horror. When Sun Ping's narration ended, Nash's first reaction was to kick Jonathan hard and scolded: "Get out!"

Jonathan didn't move, his eyes staring at the corpse leaning against the corner of the wall.

Nash turned around and stood at the fat man and saluted him, saying to the fat man: "General, Nash, the company commander of the 2nd Company of the 1792nd Regiment of the 51st Full Mechanized Infantry Division of the Chuckner Air Marine Corps, requesting instructions."

As he said that, he handed a wrinkled cigarette like a magic trick and said calmly: "General, don't be as knowledgeable as this country bumpkin. To be honest, don't say that he has never seen such a marksmanship. Even I was shocked at that time. Hehe, we are all straight and there are some things that are sorry. You have a lot of them, so be grateful."

The fat man grinded his teeth and stayed in the 16th Division. He had long seen the ability of such guys to turn against each other. For these soldiers who were on the verge of life and death, any authority was bullshit. They only admired their absolute strength. In essence, the fat man himself was the same type of person as these guys. This sense of identity in his bones was not much lower than the military rank on his shoulders.

"It's just a misunderstanding." The fat man turned his head and looked at Jonathan.

"I'm sorry!" Jonathan, who came to his senses, looked at the fat man with a complicated expression and simply said, "I owe you a life!"

The fat man smiled and felt very comfortable.

"General." Seeing that the fat man was easy to talk, Nash also let go. The man in his thirties grinned, and a mouthful of white teeth appeared on his dirty face: "You'd better put your military uniform....hehe."

When the fat man saw his uniform, he jumped up and took off his uniform in a hurry.

I thought to myself, no wonder when I appeared, those soldiers of Jie Peng seemed to see their enemies. It turned out that they were all because of their uniforms. They stayed in the warships in the mechas for too long and actually made such a low-level mistake. If Nash hadn't pointed out that in the next battle, he would still be like a peacock spreading his tail, and would be stupidly waiting for others to earn military merits!

They showed each other good, and Fatty and Nash looked at each other and were a little in love. One pp sat down on an ammunition box. The Fatty lit the cigarette handed over by Nash and asked, "Lieutenant Nash, right? According to your experience, when will the next time those bastards of Japeng launch an attack?"

Nash sat in front of the fat man with his knees, rubbing his big hands on his pants covered in blood and mud as if he was decent, looking honest and honest.
To be continued...