Chapter 40 Xiushuihe Town

"kill!"

Stile tried hard to send the ion dagger into the chest of the judge in front of him, and then took a side to the left front. As his wrist turned, a terrifying crack suddenly appeared on the black body of the judge.

The judge stood blankly on the hillside, like a big tree sawed by a lumberjack, swaying unwillingly, finally losing his balance and fell to the ground with a bang. The flames licked from the cracks became more and more intense, sweeping across his body.

The flames reflected the Ranger's transparent cockpit red.

Stile, who had survived death, gasped violently, like a fish in a dry pond, breathing the turbid air in the cockpit.

This is the fourth ruling he killed.

In just over twenty seconds of battle, dangers were everywhere.

The opponent's hand speed is too fast, and his attack moves are both ruthless and poisonous. He is obviously a veteran who has been struggling on the battlefield for many years.

From the start of the fight, the opponent has at least three chances to kill him, but he only has one chance.

If I hadn't practiced mecha martial arts, if I hadn't had the experience of the rest of my life, if I hadn't been the hellish training that I had gritted my teeth and persisted day and night, I'm afraid that the one who lay on the ground today would be myself.

Recalling the dazzling light that bloomed when his opponent's ion light knife passed through the mecha shell, Stile was as if he was exhausted, sweating all over, his hair was tightly pressed against his forehead, and his lips turned white due to the bad air in the cockpit.

The gap between life and death is within one centimeter.

Fuck, I'm still alive!

He reached out and pressed the switch of the air circulation system, but there was no response. He looked up at the light that damaged the system on his head, and punched him hard on the console.

"Si", a familiar sound sounded at the vent, fresh air injected into the cockpit, and breathing was smooth.

Stile breathed greedily.

At this point, he no longer expects to leave his position alive.

The red light flashing of the damage system indicates that the roster below was covered in bruises. One hand of the mecha was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and the electronic auxiliary system and energy shield had also failed. The outer armor cracked into pieces hanging on the body, and the shell was full of traces of artillery fire and holes.

If I had changed the place and the mecha was damaged like this, Stile would have been able to retreat long ago.

But now he can't leave.

Beside him, there were less than one hundred mechas left in the special camp. Even if there were miniature mechas to save their lives, the casualty rate exceeded 50%. More than two hundred warriors from Lere and Mars remained at the forefront of the 152 position forever.

These are all elites of the bandit army. Their blood made the small hill of the 152 position, even after experiencing more than a dozen strong attacks by the Western League, still firmly grasped the hands of the Fei Alliance!

Since the establishment of the bandit army, this army has never disappointed! This was the case before, today, and in the future!

The Mars, who is optimistic and cares about everything, has long put life and death aside.

This is on Chuckner's land, this is Chuckner's position. But, isn't this Lere's position or Mars' position?!

Opposite is the life-and-death enemy who provokes this war, invades his motherland, and destroys his relatives and compatriots' families and his wife and children.

Facing the same enemy, anywhere is the position of the bandit army!

This army, from small to large, from weak to strong, from Lere to Chakner, had only one belief - to end the war with victory!

As long as there is still a breath, this belief will not disappear.

As long as there are still one soldier and one soldier, the bandits' positions will not fall!

This group is destined to be the strongest voice in this war!

It is the honor of every bandit soldier to be able to face the most powerful enemy in this world, to turn the world upside down in Mozichi, to make the final decision in the Longbow Galaxy, and to create and witness the miracles along the way.

Several energy cannons exploded beside them. Through the smoke and flying dust, Stile saw that a ruling man grabbed a bandit mecha and was desperately stabbing the ion light knife in his hand forward.

"Fuck you!"

Stile roared, and the scarred mecha turned into a wounded lion at this moment. He suddenly kicked the enemy to the ground, then he pounced on him and wrestled together.

At this time, all moves and tactics were thrown out of the sky. All that remained was the most primitive and bloody battle!

With the addition of several other rulingers and rangers around, the scene suddenly became lively. The mecha fists and feet flew in the smoke of gunpowder, the ion daggers and the ion light knife were flying, the deafening metal collision sounds, and the screams of the aircraft when they were dying were coming one after another.

On the hillside, thousands of mechas on both sides were strangling in the same tragic and crazy posture.

A wave of Posus mechas poured down from the hillside opposite the position and spread to the hill where the 152nd position was located. These gray, simple and thick steel giants were crowded together, pushing and rushing, rushing towards the direction of the grassroots commander's finger.

Clusters of mushroom clouds rose in this gray tide. The covered artillery fire first rose and fell one after another, and then it was connected into one, spreading rapidly, like a continuous rolling red cloud.

However, no matter how fierce the artillery fire was, it could not stop the crazy attack of the Seuss. In the gray steel torrent, the mecha kept turning into flying fragments, and the mecha kept falling down and disappearing into the surging waves.

But this torrent is forever extinct.

Under the repeated attacks and bombardment of the Sussian army, the positions on the mountain had already turned into ditches where they could not see their original appearance in the battle. In the charred soil, blood had flowed into black and red streams.

Blood flowed from high to low, swirling beside the burning mecha wreckage, soaking the warrior's corpses, dyeing the fragments of the combat suit red, and finally gathered in a trench full of twisted guns, tattered metal frames and bulletproof walls, and was sent to the sky by accidental fallen artillery shells, turning into blood rain.

The front of the position, which is only two kilometers wide, includes the hillsides on both sides, is like the Shura hell.

In order to stop the attack of the Seuss armored cluster, the Chuckner army has been putting troops into the army again and again to launch a counterattack.

One regiment was pulled up to the position and then it was completely destroyed in less than an hour. Another regiment was pulled up to the position, and then it was completely destroyed in less than an hour.

The position was filled with mecha wreckage from both sides. Even if the burning steel was blown into pieces, it was a big guy with dozens of tons of tons. Thousands of wreckage were piled up together, making the entire hill look like a cemetery of a steel giant.

So far, Seus has launched twelve attacks.

The intensity of each attack is greater than the previous one. The crazy surging Suss army tried to use this intensive attack to break through the Chakner's defense line. When the number of mechas that hit the defense line was too large to suppress the firepower of the Chakner's army, or simply to make the Chakners unable to kill and cannot finish killing, breaking through the position is a foregone conclusion.

Unfortunately, they were blocked by the bandits at the forefront of the position with a luxurious attack arrow composed of two hundred rulings. The Chakners fought back at all costs and were equally resolute and tough.

As the troops attacked the mountain again and again and again, the morale of the Suss army had fallen to the extreme.

They looked up at this small mountain. They watched their companions rush into the crisscrossing energy cannons that seemed to collapse at any time. They also watched waves of unfaithful Chuckners jump out of the blazing positions, making their expectations vague again and again.

The combat effectiveness of the Chakners and the bloodiness of the Chakners were completely displayed in the 152 position before the Seussians.

At the beginning of the war, the forbearing, constantly retreating, and always worried about gains and losses disappeared.

Instead, a group of people rushes to a company, dares to hold their opponents and dies together, dares to break their legs and open their chests, and also crawls in front of the position with tied fusion grenades, and even chases the army that rolls down the mountain with the Suss mechas.

Whether it is the country's economy, science and technology, industrial capabilities, or the performance of the mecha, the equipment level of the army, the military literacy of the officers, and the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, Chuckner is far higher than the militarized Sousse.

When the army of this country finally broke out in a desperate situation, even if it stands a few kilometers away from the battlefield, it can feel the terrifying power, the bitter cold brought by the tenacity that never compromises and never gives up.

When the Seusian army left hundreds of corpses and wreckages again and again after the fierce tug-of-war, the Seusian officers could no longer maintain their courage.

In their hearts, there are some of the same questions.

So what if we conquered the 152 Heights? How many 152 Heights in this country are there? Are they really the Seus Empire able to conquer?!

Also, the fighting style that stood firmly in front of the verdict, who was obviously not as good as the opponent, but was fighting for their lives from beginning to end showed their desperate and fierce troops again and again. How many companions were as crazy as them?

When the entire Chuckner is like the Chuckner soldiers in the Highlands 152, and he is following the troops to fight his life, where will this war go?

These issues are too profound and complex, or they are too scary and chilling, and no one wants to think about it.

They could only stare at the hellish hill, making their mood rise and fall between expectations and disappointment again and again.

The judges have less than forty mechas.

And that damn position, although shaky, still lies ahead.

"His Excellency Langman!"

With a serious call, Langman moved his head away from the observation hole and looked at Lieutenant General Poirot, the mainstay partner of his staff.

"Your Excellency, I think you should come and see it yourself." Lieutenant General Poirot's face was serious, and his light blue eyes flashed with anxiety.

Langman frowned slightly, then saw Poirot nodding affirmatively.

Without saying a word, he walked to Poirot and took a red electronic folder from Poirot's hand.

The dense data and words just came into view, and before Langman could tell the meaning expressed from these symbols used by humans to convey information, he heard the nervous sound that Poirot could suppress.

"General, this is what we just discovered. The enemy's troops deployed to Sunset Mountain and the original troops on the positions have exceeded six divisions in total." Polo said quietly. The low voice seemed to have been pulled away from the vocal cords, leaving only the airflow in the nasal cavity and mouth.

Langman's eyelids hopped suddenly, and his face suddenly turned ashen.

The Chuckners' unexpected resistance intensity had long made him feel something was wrong. Poirot's words confirmed his judgment.

This means that relying on the dozen divisions at your fingertips, it is far from as easy as before to take over the Sunset Mountain defense line.

Perhaps it should be said that it was not easy at first, but it is even more difficult now!

Since the troops were only half less than themselves, the Chuckners could last for two days.

This is a very easy calculation. Usually, the attacking party, if its combat effectiveness and other factors are roughly the same, will lose twice that of its opponent. This means that when the Chuckners lose 50% of their troops, they will have to lose six divisions in this position!

Fifty percent is the lowest casualty rate for a position collapse. Obviously, the defenders of Xiyang Mountain are not listed here. Their high morale, tenacious style and prediction of the consequences of losing Xiyang Mountain are enough to support them to fight to the death without retreating even if the casualties are 70%.

Moreover, the current casualties of our side is far more than twice that of the other side.

This means that even if you invest all your troops, you may not be able to take down Sunset Mountain.

Langman's brain was spinning rapidly. The more he thought about it, the more his heart would sink. If the other party had only six divisions, he would consider taking a gamble. But what if the other party had not only six divisions, but ten divisions, or even twenty divisions?

Looking at the battle map, an idea suddenly passed through my mind, flashing like a meteor.

Although this idea was not clear, the danger it produced made Langman suddenly feel like a wolf attacking the rabbit's nest. In the dark hole, there were deadly eyes hidden, looking at him greedily.

"General, the headquarters sent an order." In front of the Skynet communications station, a staff officer took out the folder on the computer and stood up quickly.
To be continued...