Chapter 7 Now

Although the command center was filled with footsteps, whispers, system electronic sounds and the humming of the central computer cooler, the atmosphere still seemed silent.

The staff members of the Resk Front were working intensively in front of the Skynet console.

Today, Skynet is just an octopus that has lost most of its tentacles. Although the network in Phoenix City is still sound, it seems less flexible once it reaches the front line. The command communication is still smooth, but the intelligence gathering is surprisingly slow. After all, the efficiency of the intelligence transmitted by a small amount of manual and active communication is far inferior to the intelligence automatically collected by the Skynet terminal system.

Skynet is always working barely in a cycle of continuous repair, being destroyed, repaired, and being destroyed. This is a common problem in long-term wars. As long as both sides are in a state of equal strength for a certain period of time, this situation will always occur. Without Skynet, the war seems to have returned to ancient times in an instant.

The phone kept ringing, and there was noisy in the communication channel. The staff members responded and quickly entered information. It was like a photographer who had lost his camera, who could only draw the scenery in front of him into a giant oil painting, and use strokes to add oil paint on the blank canvas to outline the outline of the entire scroll.

The outline of the battle situation is that the 33rd Army has left the Sherlocks and marched southwards. The fighter jet cluster has also arrived above the town of Frenzo. I heard that the First Armored Division of the Bandit Army has arrived at Banyunling and is fighting with the enemy, while their Second Armored Division seems to be still on the way, and the specific situation is still unclear.

This kind of simple outline of relying on communication information is really a torture.

Where did the 33rd Army arrive? Can it arrive within the specified time? How is the battle of the fighter cluster and what is the loss? Where is the enemy's successor troops and how many troops are? After the Second Armored Division of the Bandit Army in Banyunling entered the battle, can it block the enemy's attack... Oil paintings are oil paintings after all. From a distance, they look dense and vivid, and the world seems to be right in front of you. But if you really want to get closer to see, they are just a bunch of condensed color blocks. You can't see anything clearly.

Pierre walked around in front of the console with his hands behind his back. Chen Fengxi stood in front of the screen of Skynet and pondered, subconsciously tapping the alloy desktop of the console with his fingers. Now, the only thing they could do seemed to be waiting.

The two of them would occasionally focus on the elegant body in front of the electronic sand table.

Margaret, the granddaughter of Hastings, and the well-known successor of the Feiyang military, is currently wearing a blue bandit uniform and is only one of the few deputy chiefs of staff of the bandit army.

This fact is surprising to people, but also makes people have some expectations for the bandits. Especially Pierre, if it weren't for Margaret standing behind the fat man, if she hadn't raised any doubts about the fat man from beginning to end, he wouldn't have agreed to this plan.

The plan has been agreed and implemented has begun. But what is the waiting result?

"Sir!"

Suddenly, the communications liaison officer shouted loudly.

"What's the matter?" Chen Fengxi, who was closest to the communications liaison officer, took a few steps.

"The commander of the 1st regiment of the 1352nd Armored Division reported that the enemy's vanguard on the east-west intercity highway in Frenzo Town retreated eastward within fifteen minutes after the bandits entered the battle! It is initially estimated that within half an hour, our army will annihilate five enemy armored battalions and one self-propelled artillery battalion. At present, the bandits have moved the defense line six kilometers."

What? Everyone can't believe their ears.

One after another, one cyan mecha, stepping on thick landing points, you can't kill. When you get here, there is nothing to worry about.

Two such divisions, serving three ordinary armored divisions in the Western Conference, said that it was more elegant than pearls and sparrows, cooking chickens with cows and cauldrons, and said that it was more vulgar, that was Godzilla raped the beautiful sheep.

However, the fat man wanted to do something big, but he couldn't say it clearly. Once he said it, he might have scared Chen Fengxi and Pierre away. For these two commanders who have always been in charge of Resk, seeking stability is more important than anything else. Even if they consider the plan to encircle and annihilate the three armored divisions in Frenzo Town, they have considered it and considered, let alone a few times larger combat plan.

So, the fat man used the attack on Frenzo, transferred the 33rd Army to come over, and then took the opportunity to take over the command of all the teams near Frenzo, and dragged the Leifengxing Front into his plan. When the heavy troops that had been hidden in the West Joseon were dispatched, he would lead these troops directly into the depths, and cut off the enemy's retreat with a large-scale detour!

As long as he succeeds in detour, even if Chen Fengxi doesn't want to beat him, he can't do it. He can not only eat the meat he gives to his mouth, but also bite him more ruthlessly than anyone else!

"General Robert, the vanguard contacts Chuckner's 202 Armored Division. Their division commander asks you to come over." The report from a combat staff member in the command mecha interrupted Robert's contemplation.

"Let's go." Robert turned around first and got into the cabin.

The command mecha ran forward quickly along the muddy mountain road. After more than ten minutes, the temporary camp and crisscrossing traffic trenches appeared in the jungle ahead, telling Robert that the 202nd Division station had arrived.

The mecha stopped in front of a big tree that needed to be surrounded by five people, and Robert and Stewart walked out of the cabin and looked around.

The vanguard of the Second Armored Division of the Bandit Army had stopped and gathered in the woodland. The sunlight penetrated the gaps in the tree canopy and fell into the primitive jungle, and it was mottled. A thin mist rose and surround the inclined light column. The dead branches and leaves on the ground and the moss on the roots and rocks made the place look wet and stale.

Not far away, a trench extends into the depths of the jungle. There are camouflage nets hanging on the trunks, and several anti-detection jammers are arranged in a staggered manner. Dozens of scarred mechas are either squatting or standing, surrounded by empty ammunition boxes, energy boxes or parts boxes.

Several oily Chuckner mechanics were busy repairing the mecha. In a spread out cooking mecha next to them, more than a dozen sweaty cooks were making lunch. A small team of patrol soldiers walked past the trench. A soldier poked out half of his head and said something to the captain of the patrol team.

The further you look, the more Chuckner soldiers there are. The soldiers wearing dirty uniforms that cannot tell the difference in color, sat around, some were having meetings, some were napping, some were maintaining guns, and some were just bored and dazed.

After seeing the bandit army, most of the people here turned their eyes to them, their eyes full of curiosity.

"General, please come here." A waiting Lieutenant Colonel Chuckner turned sideways and made a gesture.

Robert and Stewart followed the lieutenant colonel and the sentinel beside him and walked towards the trench. As soon as they reached the trench, they saw several officers climbing up from the gentle slope on the trench.

"General Robert!" Major General Chuckner who was walking in the front stretched out his hand: "I am Benario, the commander of the 202 Armored Division of Chuckner. Welcome to this devilish area."

"Hello." Robert reached out and grabbed Benalio tightly, and smiled, "I believe the command has told you what we are going to do."

"To be honest, that's not a good idea." Benalio, who was cheerful, shook hands with Stewart again, and introduced Pang Bei, the commander of the 1st Division of the 6th Army of the Chuckner 18th Army beside him. He lifted up his military cap and scratched his short brown hair, shrugged his shoulders and said, "The 1912th Division on the opposite side is not that easy to deal with."

"Oh?" Robert and Stewart looked at each other: "Can you tell us?"

"That's a well-equipped bastard." Benario was not restrained from meeting for the first time and cursed: "They equipped a large number of Jepeng's Ninth Generation Spirit Cat Mechas, and there are several advanced mecha soldiers driving the tenth generation [Anubis] mechas. In the past, this kind of mechas were rare, but this time in Jepeng's reinforcements, there were many such mechas. It was probably the emperor who was raised by their bitch to take out the coffin to make mechas... Are you smoking?"

Bernario quickly gained the favor of Robert and Stewart. After taking the cigarettes handed over by Benario, Robert asked: "How powerful are they? I heard you have been fighting with them for a long time."

"I suffered a little loss when I met them in the early days, but the logistics could not keep up at that time," Benario said. "Later, our second batch of troops came up and opened up the interstellar channel. The logistics supplies were replenished, and the other party also fucked. Now we are stalemate with them here and fight every day. This is not a strategic location, it is all covering the flanks of our troops, and they are not aggressive in attacking."

As he said that, Benalio reached out to take a document from a staff officer beside him and handed it to Robert: "It took almost a month to fight, and their casualties rate was about 30%. However, based on the information of our scouts, they added up the troops. It should be two armored regiments of the 1953rd Division of Jepen."

Robert flips through the files. The information recorded in the electronic folder is very detailed, including the opponent's resident range, daily movement rules, habits and tactics during combat, as well as the range of warning expansion, the determination of firepower suppression points during previous battles, the intensity of electronic attacks, etc.

"Can you give me a copy of this?" Robert Yangyang's electronic folder in his hand.

"Of course." Benario nodded. Then, he asked with some uncertainty: "You really plan to attack them?"

"Yes." Robert smiled slightly.

"When?" Benalio opened his eyes wide, looked over Robert's shoulders, and looked at the bandit mechas gathering one after another in the distance.

Robert looked at the time and said lightly: "Now!"
Chapter completed!