Chapter 11: Battle in the Dust and Smoke

Sampson stared blankly at the mecha that was leaping past.

The streamlined fuselage, rigid lines, curved and raised external armor, and the overall stamped shell... This mecha has been following him for almost two years. Even if the mecha is melted into steel, he can recognize it at a glance.

In a counterattack three hours ago, he drove his mecha to kill two [Toyama] who broke into the position, and also paid the price of severe damage to the mecha and losing its combat effectiveness.

He asked Shen Ming no less than ten times if he could repair the mecha. But Shen Ming's answers were all silently shaking his head. The other mecha trainers in the mecha squad also had no help on his face.

Therefore, he could only pick up his gun, leave his mecha, and enter the battle as an infantryman. This was not difficult for him, after all, mecha warriors also had to receive the same training.

Sampson himself didn't remember how long the battle lasted. He only knew that he had climbed up to the shooting position again and again, shooting the enemy mechanically. Until a crashed spaceship brought a group of miscellaneous soldiers in blue uniforms.

Sampson was furious when the hateful and shameful fat man among the group of miscellaneous soldiers tried to use the maintenance of his mecha as an excuse for him to escape from the battle.

He knew very well how serious his mecha was damaged. Even Shen Ming, who deals with [Taihang] every day, couldn't repair it well. How could the fat man who probably hadn't even touched it before, repairing the mecha with a maintenance arm without mecha drawings and data?

More importantly, there are not enough parts on the position at all!

There is no more clumsy lies or excuses than that. Even if you stay for a second more, Sampson felt that it was an insult to his IQ.

Before the fat man who took off his major general's uniform and only wore a ridiculous cold-proof vest attacked his mecha, he shouted the soldiers to leave the mecha trenches. He was afraid that he could not help but beat the fat man to death.

However, when he saw the fat man running into the front of the position, he vaguely felt that he was wrong.

When the fat man sniped the three Jepeng soldiers, the idea became stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but want to drop his gun and see if another miracle was born in the mecha trench.

And when he saw the mecha in front of him, he finally understood that he might have missed something...

Sampson turned his head, and his companions on the surrounding positions were still firing mechanically. However, he could clearly see their shock in their eyes.

The sunlight shone on the front of the position that was not too open on the 347th Highland, and was torn and mottled by the craters and sparse shade of trees.

The soil and gravels raised by the explosion rose and fell one after another like water columns rising from the sky. The dead branches of broken trees broke and jumped in the rain of bullets. The earth was still trembling, the smoke of gunfire was still covering the sky and the deafening sound of gunfire was still echoing in the valley...

However, all of this turned into a still picture the moment when the tattered [Taihang] jumped out of the position.

The mecha was rushing forward at high speed.

Only half of its head was left. The left forehead and the left eye observation device were gnawed by a wild dog. Its left arm had been broken halfway, and an ugly shield was welded on its elbow. Its case was covered with muddy metal patches, looking like a down-and-out beggar.

The most incredible thing is its right leg, which is a weird thing, thick and ugly, very twisted. Between the black frame and the silver filled metal, you can even see the line gears and the fast telescopic transmission rod!

This is the [Taihang] car that was lying in the mecha trench just now? The soldiers looked at each other and felt a stream of blood rushing to their heads. The answer is undoubtedly... Are there other [Taihang] in this position?

But, how can it move?!

Everyone couldn't help but turn around and look for the figure in the position.

The fat man ran in the trenches while stepping on mud and water. Suddenly, he stopped suddenly, poked his head and shot!

In front of the position, Corporal Jie Peng, who was hunching his waist and running between two big trees, fell to the ground.

The soldiers of Jie Peng, who were faintly hiding between the jungle slopes, stopped moving forward again, and were looking for cover between the woods and the small mounds in panic.

The fat man changed his position, probed his head and shot!

Another soldier, who was crawling on the ground and shooting at the position, was dull. His head hung aside in a strange way, and blood flowed from his torn neck, soaked in dark brown mud.

There are no enemies exposed on the front.

It seemed that he had seen something with his own light. The fat man quickly turned around, and after the muzzle passed an arc in the air, it trembled extremely slightly.

On the far side of the left, a soldier named Jie Peng who had just poked his head suddenly raised his head, and fell down with a blood hole on his forehead. A bright red blood band composed of dozens of drops of blood, was thrown helplessly into the air as he shook his head violently.

Before the blood spilled on the ground, the fat man had already shrunk his head and snatched it, bent down and ran quickly towards the next sniper point.

In the position, there was no sound.

"Bang!" A corporal Chuckner slapped him on the cheek: "I'm a pig!"

Seeing a soldier beside him looking at him in surprise, the corporal glared at him and cursed: "What are you looking at? You are also a pig!"

The gunshots became sparse.

The Jie Peng infantry huddled behind the jungle mounds and rocks, relying on the angle of the hillside to hide himself.

Most of their officers had fallen behind them. If it weren't for the regional communication channel that the bloodthirsty and cruel lowly noble was threatening them with the most vicious words, they would have retreated long ago.

They had never seen so many officers fall in battle again. The unpredictable sniper had already shrouded in their hearts a layer of undispersed haze.

The fear of being pointed at the head at any time was like invisible smoke gathering from the bodies that were sniped, making them breathless. It was a breath of death that could be felt and smelled.

When everyone is charging forward, they are still lucky. But when everyone bent down, no one is willing to take a look and act as the target of the damn sniper.

Besides, there is also a mecha.

At the front of this position that is only a hundred meters wide, a mecha is almost invincible for infantry without position protection. The soldiers of Jie Peng have enough reasons to choose to wait. Without the cover of mecha firepower, the sniper in the enemy's position is more efficient. They are soldiers, not dead soldiers. According to the rules of mecha coordination, they should wait for their mecha to kill the opponent's rag first.

The rag rushed towards [Toyama].

When he jumped out of the position, it first changed direction and fell to the front left, then kicked the ground with his left foot and then turned his body to the front right.

The jumping through the shape of the z-shaped body made it look like a silver lightning. With the sound of electric current, it attacked the somewhat stunned [Toyama] with lightning speed.

The Chakner soldiers present all breathed extremely quickly.

They saw that Toyama, who came to their senses, had turned its guns and locked in the rags. When the guns wrapped in light silk suddenly lit up, their rapidly beating hearts were as if they were pulled hard by one hand!

It was just a mecha that took twenty minutes to piece together with all kinds of parts! Faced with the intact [Toyama], it had almost no chance of winning!

And now, the enemy has fired!

Nash closed his eyes and punched the ground hard with his fists. Shen Ming lowered his eyes and muttered in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying. Feng Laosi next to him was still staring at the fat man, while Sun Ping gritted his teeth and twisted his head nervously.

The energy cannon flashed by. [Taihang]'s body slightly tilted, like a silver fox leaping in the mountains and forests, calmly avoiding the cannonballs.

The shells shot straight into the slope, and the violent explosion soared into the sky on the mud. A broken tree root turned into pieces that shot around in an instant. In the falling mud rain, the distance between [Taihang] and [Toyama] was less than 60 meters!

The mecha is so ragged, but its movements are so wonderful.

After a brief silence, a cheer echoed through the sky broke out in the position!

"I'm a pig!" The top soldier who had just been scolded looked straight at the corporal beside him, who was almost crazy about surprise, and gave himself a mouth.

He didn't expect a miracle. But at this moment, a miracle happened. The mecha was repaired, and it stood up, jumped out of the position, and avoided the enemy's shells! Who cares whether it can win? At this moment, it is already a victory!

"Let's fire! Just fire!" A hoarse voice suddenly rang out.

"Try!" The Chakner warriors who came to their senses pulled the trigger tightly with their trembling fingers. The sound of gunfire was like a high-pitched symphony. When the first note was popped up, they reached their climax.

The bullets' light nets intertwined and rushed towards the soldiers of Jie Peng on the hillside. The soil flew in the storm like a rainstorm, and the rocks were shattering. Every note composed of the gunshot and roar was so surging, intense and deafening.

They want to use this gunshot to accompany the mecha warriors who rushed towards the enemy like lightning, and to strengthen their journey for him!

Amid the sudden high-pitched gunshots, the distance between [Taihang] and [Toyama] is getting closer and closer.

"kill!"

Kozmo pulled the control rod suddenly, and the mecha had a broken line and hit the enemy like a shell.

"Trump, seeking death!"

[Toyama] A cold snorted from the loudspeaker.

All the Jepeng people, including Corleon on the attacking position at the foot of the mountain, thought it was a bit ridiculous... A piece of car that looked like it would fall apart at any time, and dared to charge against Jepeng's medium-sized individual mecha [Toyama]?!

In modern warfare, the performance of the mecha is the biggest factor in determining the outcome of the battle. In terms of performance [Toyama] and [Taihang] are already in the same position. If [Taihang] is a complete mecha, the outcome may be decided. It can be seen now...

This has nothing to do with arrogance, it is common sense! Mechas are war weapons, not toys! Who would believe that a mecha with different mechanical legs can win a life-and-death showdown?!

[Toyama]'s mecha warrior snorted coldly. He stepped forward and made a heavy punch, heading straight to [Taihang]'s chest.

As a level 5 mecha warrior, he has experienced countless battles, and countless enemies fell in front of him.

Among them, there are many high-level mechas and many strong men! But there has never been an idiot who drives such an idiot who pieces together mechas in front of him! Although he is incomparable to those mecha warriors of armored divisions, he is definitely a master among the mecha sergeants.

He was going to meditate on the creaking parts of the mecha in front of him, and he wanted to smash the glimmer of hope that the Chuckners finally pieced together!

"boom!"

The collision of two mechas was like a huge bomb, exploding in the jungle.

The harsh metal impact sound was breathtaking, and the shock waves rolled up dust in the sky. The bare branches around it were swaying violently. The only few leaves were pulled away from the branches and drifted towards the sky with the permeated smoke and dust.

The soldiers on both sides of the war all held their breath.

The dust covered their eyes, and they could only see two black shadows fighting each other in the deafening sound of impact.

A big tree was broken and fell down with a bang. A huge piece of bluestone turned into countless gravels and flew around. The earth shook under the mecha's chaotic footsteps, tearing the air through the air, making a harsh roar, and a strong wind blew.

“Five…4…3…”

The fat man squatted in the trench and replaced the magazines for the sniper rifle.

His body was covered in mud, his face was swept out of trenches by sweat, and his green military shirt was wearing a cold-proof vest, his blue trousers were stuffed into his boots, and two holes had been worn on his knees.

Next to him, two or three Chuckner wounded soldiers looked at him without blinking. He heard his mouth slowly counting down.

After slapped the magazine and turned on the energy burster again, the fat man smiled at the wounded soldiers and counted on himself: "......two...one."

The violent clash of gold and iron stopped abruptly! In the endless smoke of cannon fire, the broken [Taihang] was like a demon walking out of hell, and the smoke and dust in the sky, breaking through the air.

It strided towards its position.

The dust was everywhere, sweeping behind it with the chaotic winds in the mountains and forests.

Everyone's eyes fell on its hands. The Chakner soldiers gritted their teeth and were so excited that they were trembling all over. The soldiers of Jie Peng who were lying on the mountainside began to retreat one by one. First one and two were sliding down, and later, more and more people joined the ranks of decline. In the end, the entire three rows of scattered soldiers had evolved into a sudden retreat!

In less than twenty seconds! Toyama, who was originally showing off his power, has become a soft dead dog in Taihang's hand!

Cheers soared into the sky. Dozens of ecstatic men screamed in their throats.

There was joy on the position.
Chapter completed!