The 100-meter space between the two sides was filled with bullet craters of all sizes, and several burning tanks were dotted among them. Large pieces of wreckage and sporadic human limbs were scattered beside them. Of course, there were also a few barbed wire fences that were simply useless.

Perhaps it was light that was close, and it was a low depression. As for the body of MS as high as 20 meters, as long as it was not intentional, his electronic eyes could only see the place behind the second trench. Although the pilot of ZAFT had strictly guarded according to the methods taught in the textbook, he could not have imagined that a bold infantry would actually climb in front of him.

MS's 5-story body was scattered in front of Qin Feng, and the red electronic eyes swayed from time to time, and the cold muzzle intermittently released a hot tongue of flame. Qin Feng, who was less than 30 meters away, could even hear the "Ding Ling" sound of the shell as thick as an arm fell to the ground.

"Prepare to die." Qin Feng smiled contemptuously, but he looked a little ferocious under the rendering of blood coming out of the wound on his forehead. He lay in the crater next to the wreckage of a chariot, skillfully pulling out the rocket launcher from behind. This thing is a bit similar to the Iron Fist Anti-tank missile I used before. The launcher is more than 1 meter long, and it contains a 4 kilogram armor-piercing bomb. As long as this guy penetrates the armor, the heat flow it emits afterwards is enough to kill all members of a tank.

Pushing away the mechanical sights and opening the weapon security, he turned his head and aimed at the cockpit position on the abdomen of the MS. The four rockets in the canvas bag were also neatly placed on the right hand side. If one hit is not a hit, he is ready to make up for one shot at any time.

MS was still standing there ignorantly, probably because she was afraid that she would step on the companion on the ground accidentally, and even her legs had never moved. Qin Feng naturally didn't have to thank it for his cooperation.

At this distance, he was not afraid of making mistakes. As long as the cockpit protection of this MS did not exceed the front armor of the main battle tank, according to the memory of another person in his head, this MS would undoubtedly die.

The round hole-shaped door aimed at the blue cockpit. Qin Feng slowly put his finger on the trigger, his face darkened, and he pulled the trigger without hesitation. Then he felt a recoil coming, and a rocket had already left the launcher, dragging the white smoke, and hit the standard cockpit on MS's abdomen.

The huge mobile suit leaned back, and a ball of black smoke rose from the cockpit, and then it emitted a non-violent explosion, but it only exploded the cockpit door, and then it seemed to have lost control. The assault rifle in his hand fell to the ground, the red one-eyed eye on his head was extinguished in an instant, and the huge body seemed to be pushed by a hand, and fell straight to the ground, splashing a large piece of dust.

Just like a rigorous combat machine, Qin Feng did not stop and threw the launcher in his hand that was about to load the bullet to the side, pulled out an automatic pistol from his waist, and took a step forward to the ZAFT pilot standing on the damaged MS.

The latter was in a daze now, with the rifle thrown aside, holding the injured MS driver in both hands. He stared blankly at the teammate who was covering him lying on the ground, but he didn't react for a moment.

Without hesitation, Qin Feng would not be so stupid as to give the other party time to pick up a rifle to fight one-on-one battlefield. He raised his hand and shot it with a bang. The latter tilted his body and a bloody flower burst out from his abdomen. He sat down to the ground all of a sudden. The teammate who was originally holding in his arms also fell on the hard MS armor. Qin Feng vaguely heard a cry of sorrow.

The coordinator's physical reaction was good. He didn't care about the gunshot wound in his abdomen. He touched his right hand and prepared to pull out his self-defense pistol to attack Qin Feng who was approaching, but...

This time the distance was less than 5 meters, and Qin Feng did not give the latter any chance. He pulled the trigger one after another, several bullets broke out of the chamber, and several bullets hit the latter's chest. The ZAFT pilot's body softened, and his hand that was lifted into the air fell to the ground. In an instant, there was no breath.

Without threat, Qin Feng jumped onto the MS, looked at the ZAFT wounded soldier who was still squirming at his feet, frowned, pulled out the dagger from his military boots to relieve his pain, but after thinking about it carefully, he kicked the latter's neck and kicked him unconscious.

He didn't know the world's attitude towards killing prisoners, but the memory of another person in his head still vaguely told him that the Earth Army usually killed the prisoners of ZAFT.

However, since you have died once, it is better not to kill randomly, and it is better not to kill. Moreover, when your mind is confused and the two memories are constantly merging with each other.

"Maybe, there is really a god in this world." He gasped, sat down on the ground, and looked up at the gray and black sky stained by gunpowder.

He grabbed the ZAFT wounded soldier and dragged him behind half of MS's body. The battle situation in the distance was still unclear, but at least this wounded soldier had another function, and being a hostage was also pretty good.

Qin Feng took off the wounded soldier's helmet, and his long light golden hair dissipated.

"So it's a woman." This wounded soldier looked only about 16 years old, with perfect facial features. Although he couldn't be called a beautiful woman, he was also a rare beauty. This made Qin Feng not understand. He went to the battlefield at such a young age. Could it be that ZAFT was at the end of his life?

However, he was also rare to understand. He understood very well that no matter what era the end of a beautiful female prisoner of war would be, but what does this have to do with Qin Feng? It would be better to ask the Earth Army's military discipline to be more realistic.

He took out a small folding military telescope from the tool kit on his chest, poked a head out from behind MS, and began to watch the battle situation over there.

Behind the position, after several chariots were destroyed, the Earth Army either chose to surrender or escape, but the escape was carried out in an open and open area. The previous hundreds of lives had proved impossible with blood.

If you surrender, the main position of the launch port has suppressed the position and has begun to counterattack steadily. When our side has slowly won, what is the surrender?

Then the remaining road is just to fight to the death. Fortunately, the trench repairs are of good quality, and the anti-tank missiles/rockets and other things in your hands can also pose a certain threat to MS.

Several MSs kept doing arc avoidance in mid-air, dodging rockets with white tails, or using shields to guide anti-tank missiles on the line. Then the MS behind them gave up and used heavy assault guns to clean up the Earth Army infantry that had just opened fire. Of course, the trenches that were not strong would not work.

The entire defense line was like it was turned over, with craters of all sizes spreading on the yellow land. Originally, MS attacked from above, and the role of the fortifications was very limited. The bunkers loaded with 35MM machine guns were like shells and magnets, and no one dared to approach them.

"Is it over?" Qin Feng still looked at the battle over there expressionlessly. The flashes of fire and the black smoke that flashed from time to time could confirm the fierce battle over there.

The sound of a huge jet engine came from above again, and several MAs were flying over the top at a low altitude, and the land under his feet began to tremble. He turned his head and saw dozens of armored clusters of tanks and infantry fighting vehicles rushing over. From the front, there was an unstoppable torrent of steel. These old-age troops were leveraging their last remaining heat, but the size of this cluster could be considered a level above the "brigade". There is indeed a capital to advance so swayingly.
Chapter completed!