A large group of V-19 fighter jets in the sky are doing their best to bomb the ground, but they are still unable to stop the tidal offensive of the robots and Samirs.
Cato on the side held a telescope in his hand, and he could see more clearly.
Even the desperate expressions of those Republic soldiers can be seen clearly!
Not only that, their existence seemed to have been discovered, and only three new tanks were seen from the separatist side, rushing towards them! The turret of this new tank is small and set back, with four groups
The tracks look like a scorpion.
Their AT-TE walker's radar is broken, but the Separatists' radar is not!
"We have been discovered! Get ready to fight!" Cato shouted, "Take out the rocket launcher! The opponent has three tanks!"
Before he finished speaking, there was only a bang, and there was a violent explosion next to him! Those tanks opened fire!
Peter Anderson and others quickly retreated and ran towards some of the destroyed buildings around them.
Boom! Boom! Boom!! The three tanks began to bombard them with high-explosive shells, and then rolled over the hill with great power. But just as they turned over, the AT-TE on the Republic side opened fire!
Boom!! A fierce explosion set off, and one of the Scorpion tanks was affected by the explosion. The huge power even lifted the tank's body a little, and one of its tracks was broken. The tank's body tilted and stopped.
The AT-TE commander's roar came from the communication, "Come on you scum! Try the power of 'Little Douding'!!"
Peter Anderson saw that the remote-controlled turret on top of the Scorpion tank in front of him was still turning, aiming at the AT-TE. He quickly ran out, took a grenade from his waist and threw it.
Boom! The grenade exploded. However, this fragmentation grenade had no effect on the tank, but it seemed to startle the gunner inside. The gun actually went crooked.
Before he could react, Cato had already pushed him to the ground!
The next second, boom! Boom! Two anti-tank rockets were launched, hitting the Scorpion tank right in the middle! The sand and soil blown up by the powerful explosion hit Anderson's back, causing burning pain.
However, when I looked up, I saw that the Scorpion tank had not been destroyed yet! It was just that the tank was in flames.
The hatch opened, and two B-1 combat robots climbed out, holding fire extinguishers in their hands. But they were instantly destroyed by a burst of fire from an angry Peter Anderson.
However, on the other side, the AT-TE walking machine 'Little Douding' that came with them was not so lucky.
The other two Scorpion tanks took advantage of their mobility to directly flank the walking machine. With just this simple tactical action, the walking machine was completely unable to react!
The AT-TE walker uses six mechanical legs and is very inconvenient to turn. Moreover, the four anti-infantry scattering laser cannons on the front have no turrets and can only have a limited rotation angle. They are also helpless against the opponent's heavy armored units. Not only that.
, the heavy howitzer on the back of the walking machine cannot hit nearby units due to the problem of shooting range.
Having said all this, it boils down to one thing - facing a flexible and fast assault armored unit like the Scorpion tank, AT-TE has no power to fight back unless it is accompanied by a large number of infantry!
The AT-TE is a very excellent tactical walking aircraft, but its main function is to provide long-range fire reinforcement and transport infantry to fight an armored decisive battle, which is definitely not what they are good at.
Boom! Boom! Boom!!! The side armor of 'Little Douding' was hit continuously by the main gun of the Scorpion tank and was penetrated instantly. In a violent explosion, 'Little Douding' exploded and disintegrated, turning into a pile of scrap metal.
!
And the two Scorpion tanks also began to turn their turrets and began to aim this way!
"Asshole! Run!" Peter Anderson panicked, yelled and ran away.
He didn't have any courage to face this 66-ton heavy piece of iron that hit him at a speed of 70 kilometers per hour!
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One day later...
The light rain fell on this city called Mengka, extinguishing the once scorching flames of war... A furry hand stretched out, caught some rainwater, and looked at the black impurities mixed in the rainwater.
How ironic that the billowing smoke of the battlefield carried the soot into the sky and was thrown back by nature with rain.
"Two days, 120,000 people." The speaker was a clone commander wearing a blue helmet, "We cannot afford such losses."
Standing in front of him was a man with hair as thick as steel needles and a protruding mouth. He looked like a werewolf, but he was wearing the uniform of a Jedi knight and stood majestically.
The Jedi Master of the Third Squadron of the Fourth Army, Wilf Monn.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood," Meng En said.
Although it is brief, it contains murderous intent and makes people's hair stand on end.
Meng's nose twitched and he came to the other side. There was a destroyed AT-TE walker here, and not far away there was the remains of a Scorpion tank. Judging from this position far away from the main battlefield, it should be a landing
It deviated from the direction, then landed and became a lone force, a small team that was annihilated by the separatists.
He knelt down and saw a corpse that was half buried among the ruins of a building. He dug around and took off a soldier's tag from the neck of the corpse. He picked it up and looked at it. It read - 'Inferior Private'.
,Peter Anderson'.
Meng En put the weapon card into the pocket on his waist, stood up and continued to move forward.
"You have collected hundreds of soldier cards along the way, general," the clone commander said.
"Pain makes me strong." Meng En turned sideways and said, "Only when you are strong can you win."
"What you said doesn't sound like a Jedi Knight at all, but I like it very much." The clone commander shrugged.
The communicator in Munn's hand buzzed, he pressed the button, and the figure of Lieutenant General Alfonso, commander of the Third Squadron, appeared in the holographic projection, "General Munn, now my fleet has to retreat. Separate.
The threat from the Behemoth-class ships of the Communist Party of China is too great. We have already lost two Chasseur-class ships, and two more have been severely damaged. We may not be able to provide support in the next few days."
"Here, leave it to me." Meng En nodded and closed the communication.
"General Munn, although we have temporarily blocked the separatist counterattack with orbital bombing, the fleet is already retreating. The situation will be very unfavorable if it continues. The number of our clone army is too small to play a decisive role.
"The clone commander said worriedly.
"120,000 people died in two days, and the formation of the 243rd, 244th, and 245th Natural Legions was almost broken up." Another clone commander also said, "Now their morale is low."
A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Meng En's mouth, "Of course there is a chance for victory."