Chapter 51 Continue to massacre

"Is this the real strength of the bandit army?!"

The silent command center was left with only a heavy breathing sound, and the violent and bloody scene in front of them made all the Filipino officers dizzy. Everyone's heartbeat became faster and faster with the blood lines moving rapidly like waves in the boundless Suss mecha formation on the plain!

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong!

Everyone felt like there were hundreds of thousands of war drums hidden in their chests, and they were beating at the same time!

Although people with a little vision can see the future trend of high-end mechas and advanced aircraftmen from the development of mecha operations in recent years. However, when the bandit army's five hundred war gods began their bloody battles along the D88 Highway, everyone still found it difficult to accept.

The charge of the black mecha had strangled to the deepest part of the Western Ok armored forces. Five hundred vehicles were divided into five hundred teams, blooming from the center and slashing in all directions. The sound of explosions and screams of steel hitting them endlessly. The bright red flames and splashing pieces of flesh and blood formed a painting of the end of the world.

Rather than saying that this is a modern mecha war, it is better to say that five hundred vehicles that reap their lives with their hands, and they are heavy cavalry that rushed into the civilian crowd in ancient times!

Strong and fragile, so intuitive.

The average hand speed of the Souss mecha warrior is only thirty moves, and his understanding of combat has just changed from long-range strikes to close-range fights. How could it be the opponent of the bandit war god with an average hand speed of more than sixty-five moves?!

Moreover, the bandit war gods have to add the speed increase of mecha martial arts! They also have to include the performance advantages of Taishan's pressure when the twelfth generation mechas are against the eighth and ninth generation Sousse standard mechas! Even if they lack the most combat experience in the past, they have been honed practically and terrifyingly in the teaching of fat people's combat skills and the fancy-free actual combat.

The killing methods taught by the fat man have always been the most effective and dark-hearted. He has always used the special camp directly under the bandit army as his gold medal thug to train.

In terms of tactical use and military literacy, the war gods may not be as good as those veterans who are proficient in various weapons and have strong survivability and can perform tasks under various terrain conditions. However, when it comes to gathering to cut people, even the most powerful military ace aircraft are just kids in kindergarten in front of them.

The gap in strength was destined to the end of the battle from the beginning.

The fat man's order simply has only one word - kill! This kind of head-on decisiveness does not require any strategy at all, it is a collision of strength. Hitting eggs with a stone, even if there are tens of millions of Suss eggs in front of him, the final outcome is just a yolk!

He ordered the two wing passages to be opened and the bandits would fight this battle alone.

There was no time, no strategic tasks, and no restraint of other friendly forces. He brought the five hundred rushing road to less than five kilometers from the fifth resource road on the d88 road. The rest was left to the war gods who were too skillful to improve their level to play themselves.

As long as they are happy, they can use any means to *** the enemy in front of them. The more cruel and bloody the better.

The fat man has never been a rude person. He is stupid and lets the enemy live a way out. Except for 25 and ***, there are only bastards and bastards. Those who stand far away from the battlefield and speak sarcastic words will be caught by him, and the ending is only one, that is, to send them to the battlefield and let the enemy test whether his anus is as beautiful as his mouth.

The rampant performance was fully utilized by the hand speed of more than 65 moves per second by the God of War. The energy shield of the mecha exceeds 7,200 units is nine times that of the ordinary ninth-generation Sousse mecha. The power of the miniature battleship version and the power generated by the transmission system are four times that of the eleventh-generation long sword, and the instantaneous speed is also four times.

This means that in front of the Seuss mechanics, these black devil mechas became a group of undead ghosts, irresistible butchers, and wantonly killing of the creators.

In the rainstorm-like energy cannon, the five hundred straits of energy shields are always faint blue light. Even if the Suss warriors who occasionally close to fire and try to die together can only watch the opponent's energy shield flash and become silent. The next second, these Suss mecha warriors will turn into a spray of blood mist under the rampant iron fist.

With its rampant force, it only takes one punch to smash a ninth-generation Seus mecha into bursting fragments.

The armor strength of the ninth-generation mecha could not resist rampant attacks at all. The speed of the mecha and the control level of the Sousse mecha themselves were not enough to allow them to avoid rampant fists. In front of these black devils, they were not so much a warrior in the battle between life and death, but rather a little loli standing in front of the heavyweight boxing champion.

"*** Niang La!"

In the chaotic armored cluster, several Suss mechas that had just surrounded them heard a rampant cursing sound just fifty meters away from their front. Before they could rush forward, they saw the rampant grab the fist of a Suss madman with his backhand and kicked it in the other party's cockpit.

The simple and heavy Seus mecha turned into a light and rag doll at this moment. Because his arm was still holding the rampant hand, his body, which was hit hard, was kicked off the ground, and his head and feet were overturned and overturned.

Let go and turn around. The black body of the devil-like muscle man rotated around like lightning in the air, and his right leg suddenly pulled out like a whip.

The figure of legs flashed, and there was a loud bang. The Seus madman who had not yet landed, rushed out like a cannonball. After knocking over three Seus mechas in succession, he fell to the ground, and then slid, scraping out a trench of soil flying on the ground and tripping over the fourth Seus mecha that had no time to close his legs, he stopped.

The passengers in the cockpit had already turned into a ball of rotten flesh embedded in the deep-sinked shattered metal. The thick and strong mecha body also turned into a pile of broken copper and iron under the fierce spiral kick. As the flames rolled, a moment later, a huge flame rose into the air, and the explosion shock wave shocked the surrounding Souss mechas shaking.

If the experience of this fellow pilot who drove the madman's single-soldier mecha made the Sousse aircraftman who had just been pushed up, then the experience of another heavy mecha not far away made them unable to believe their eyes.

Just as the Madman mecha exploded, a car was rampant like a rhino and crashed into the arms of a Seus [Polar Bear] heavy mecha.

In anyone's opinion, the single-soldier mecha is a way of seeking death. Regardless of the fierce firepower of the heavy mecha, which has almost no pauses or gaps, the weight and armor thickness of the mecha alone are not comparable to that of the single-soldier mecha. However, this collision directly subverts the common sense of the Sousse warriors.

I saw Hengxing's body hitting into the arms of the heavy mecha, and the energy shield only turned slightly red. Several energy barrels of the beast-shaped heavy mecha were bent and dull at the same time. The body weighing 120 tons was actually knocked backwards one after another. Before it could stabilize its shape, the black devil attached to his chest had already tore open his armor with his claws. Swhoosh! Three missiles flew out from the winding shoulders and directly penetrated into the body of the [Polar Bear].

This crazy attack made the surrounding people who were trying to rescue him scatter. They had only had time to pull the *** control rod to control the mecha to turn or retreat, and they heard a deafening loud noise. After the dazzling white light passed, a huge mushroom cloud rushed into the sky. In the blazing flames, the black figure that turned toward them was like Satan in hell.

The flames were rising, and black smoke rolled upwards, and a Suss mecha flew up from behind the exploded heavy mecha.

It was the other two storming masterpieces behind. The Souss individual mechas, thrown high, were cut into two pieces by an axe in the air. Before the wreckage landed, two ion light axes were rampant and rushed into another team of Souss mechas. The neck, which was thicker than the head, and the terrifying black inverted triangle body looked extremely ferocious in a scream.

In this scene, as the bandit army center blossomed and attacked from all directions, it gradually expanded to every corner of the Seus armored cluster. From the air, a bloody flower of hell bloomed in the Seus mecha group.

The Suss armored cluster, which was rushing forward at high speed, fell into chaos. As soon as the mecha in front approached the bandit army array, it became tofu under the electric drill, and instantly shattered into pieces. The soldiers behind were both terrified and wandered from a distance. The team behind was blocked and could only speed up and avoid it urgently.

Some of the outer Seus armored troops began to move further away, and the mechas on the D88 Highway began to jump to both sides of the land base. Chaos and fear spread rapidly around with the flying limbs, flesh and steel fragments.

The bandit war gods who had been dispelled were completely trapped in the rhythm of killing. There was no forgiveness, no mercy, and no need for rationality. The losses of the First Division's special camp made every bandit military pilot red eyes. They were not only their comrades, but also their friends, relatives, and even two were brothers!

This battle has nothing to do with the outcome. It is completely revenge!

The two armored divisions of the bandit army were ready to go on both sides of the Fifth Resource Highway. Their prey was not only these defeated troops, but also the enemies to reinforce! This was a feast of blood flowing, and each bandit soldier had raised his knife and fork, waiting for the sumptuous food to be served on the dining table.

Hate is far stronger than hunger! The only thing they want to do now is to swallow the enemy in front of them alive!

Five hundred vehicles were rampant, and after spreading around, *** immediately appeared. The 100-man formation was divided into two, and each fifty mecha formed an attack arrow to attack deeper. Four of the arrows were chopped along the D88 Highway toward the command cluster in Seuss, and the other six spread left and right, bringing chaos to the two wings of the Seuss cluster.

This time the formation changed the bandit army's killing efficiency increased exponentially. For a period of time, the Suss warriors following behind could only see clusters of mushroom clouds spreading like spreading red carpets, and the explosions became more dense. The plains eastward along D88 were full of panic and chaos.

For strangulation in this cluster, the bandit war gods have a complete set of skillful and practical routines. They do not bury their heads and fight hard, but first penetrate into the center of the enemy's array and then bloom on all sides. They are like a hook with sharp barbs, holding on to the enemy tightly and controlling the rhythm in their own hands.

The enemy is fast, they are fast, and the enemy is slow, they are slow. The enemy is scattered, they attack in all directions, the enemy gathers and sieges, and they recycle... In short, they are like aliens parasitic on the opponent in the movie, using their tentacles to drill into the prey's tendons and veins, cutting them at a rapid speed.

This tactic was evolved by the fat man based on guerrilla tactics. Unlike guerrilla tactics, the overwhelming strength of the bandit army does not require tactical retreat. What they need is only *** efficiency!

When the enemy is hugged into a group and formed a circular defensive formation or a huge armored cluster, if you want to exert the individual combat effectiveness of the bandit army, you must cut it apart. Accurate cutting can not only turn the enemies hiding in the formation into objects of attack. At the same time, it can also reduce the power of the enemy formation geometrically.

More importantly, in the early stages of the battle, the bandit army will not waste combat effectiveness because of the narrow attack surface.

The five attack arrows have become ten, and it will not take long to become twenty. The enemies in front of you often unknowingly change from a regiment to a battalion, and then from a battalion to a company. The smaller the enemy is cut, the faster their *** and the higher their *** efficiency.

Turning off the communicator and isolating the voice of Langman, who is already in panic, from his ears. Reinhardt stared at the fat man again. The ruling's fierce and killer moves remained close to the fat man's vital points.

"It's hard to believe that trash like you can also reach this point!" Reinhardt rushed forward with a broken line, and his body appeared on the fat man's left side like a ghost, punching him out.

"You are the garbage! Your whole family is garbage." The fat man was in a hurry and tried his best to seal Reinhardt's iron fist. The logic was shook more than ten meters away. The hard ground was scraped out by sharp anti-slip teeth.

Reinhardt sneered, the mecha stepped forward, twisted his waist, sank his shoulders, and swung his black arms suddenly. He heard a crisp whip-like sound from the transmission rod and joints. His fist suddenly blew the air, so fast that even the shadow could not be seen. The only sound of a screaming wind attacking the fat man's head was the sound of a screaming wind.

"The Lerei Federation heard that it was fighting so badly that even the president committed suicide. It's a miracle that a person like you can still live." Reinhardt's voice was as cold as a poisonous snake, and he said fiercely, "Go to die now!"

"Boom!" The fat man took a few steps back again! Reinhardt's speed had exceeded his limit.

"Hahahaha!" Reinhardt's laughter was indescribable, and the judge followed like a shadow and touched it up again. The whole body of the mecha, as if something had been banished, suddenly shrank, and then stretched out with a bang, and a side leg, headed straight to the fat man's left waist in the deafening burst sound.

This leg was almost at its peak. Although Reinhardt did not systematically practice mecha martial arts, the fat man could see from the skill of the judge shrinking first and then blowing up the leg with the strength of the body's explosion and stretching, that Reinhardt had practiced the mecha control standard movements to the extreme. Moreover, he had also been exposed to folk mecha martial arts and had absorbed a lot of essence from it.

After all, with the power of the Binalt Empire, it is not difficult to win over several schools. You should know that in addition to Mars Port, there are four other Mars Port. Especially on Earth, the foundation of mecha martial arts is deeper than Mars!

The backhand move of Tai Chi is like a seal or a closed movement, the logical hands are shaken, and the judge's legs are pressed against the judge's legs, and the arms are like springs, compressing until they are close to the limit of the body, before the speed and strength of the leg are resolved.

"It's always a little skill to be Bonnie's lover." Reinhardt smiled viciously, "But do you think you can beat me now?"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The rapid clash of gold and iron sounded again, and Reinhardt instantly made eight punches and six legs. The judge rushed through the air, and the meteor-like fists and feet danced out several afterimages, like a black Thousand-Handed Guanyin.

While retreating, the fat man blocked Reinhardt's attacks one by one.

The two mechas advanced and retreated, as fast as flying arrows. The huge roar of the engine, the auxiliary ion jets, had irregular light and darkness, making the two black shadows look like two swinging ghosts.

"Dog bastard! Not much culture, too much nonsense!"

Blocking Reinhardt's legs in the air, the fat man spat hard, controlling the universal *** control rod with his left hand instantly changed to six gears, and his right hand sprinkled a phantom on the virtual keyboard. Logical feet paused, and the engine made a harsh roar from low to high. The auxiliary *** device suddenly lit up, his body rose from the ground, and his legs kicked out in succession.

"Down!!" Reinhardt's voice exploded in a series of golden iron clashes. The judge waved his hands and became faster and faster. He first blocked, and then caught up with the fat man's speed of his legs, changing to blocking, and trying to grab the fat man in one go.

This time, the fat man who had nowhere to be exposed to force in the air would almost certainly die.

"Down with your mother!" The fat man smiled grimly, and the magnetometer was activated instantly, and a terrifying invisible force suddenly expanded.

Reinhardt only felt that the mecha's arm was pushed hard, and the middle door was wide open. The fat man kicked the judge in the chest and threw it out. At the same time, the fat man used his strength to shoot out, grabbed the mechanical leg of a sudden judge, and swung it.

Reinhardt flipped in the air and just barely landed on the ground, he saw the fat man swinging a ruling rushing towards him. His face changed suddenly. The ruling ruling was known for his speed, so it was impossible for him to withstand the smashing of a mecha weighing dozens of tons. He was not a rampant opponent at all.

"Huh!" With a sharp roar, the fat man swung the rulinger and smashed Reinhardt on his head. The huge mecha blocked all Reinhardt's attack lines.

Reinhardt was shocked and retreated, barely avoiding the huge weapon in the fat man's hand. With a loud bang, the ground was shattered and the ruling man fell to the ground, like a landslide.

Before Reinhardt could come back to his senses from the shock of the huge power of the broken mecha, the fat man danced the deformed mecha in his hand and rushed over again.

"Don't run!" The fat man had the upper hand and was very excited.

The mecha was so happy.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Deafening loud noises were transmitted to the hall of the Phoenix City Command through the Skynet screen.
Chapter completed!