The violent explosion and the firelight rising from the tall aircraft were so conspicuous under the gray sky.
"Jenries!"
Seeing this scene, Major Jerome burst into tears.
James Como, compared to others who are used to calling him Captain James, he prefers the name Como Brothers. The two are comrades who have been in the same team since they came to the e75 planet. They have died in the past two years.
After leaving, Como is one of the few old comrades in arms.
But now, right before his eyes, the cockpit was penetrated directly by five Gauss rifles.
Blood mist mixed with debris was sprayed out directly.
"Damn it!"
Jerome's teeth in the cockpit were almost broken.
Five mechas attacked together, but unexpectedly they were ambushed by the opponent at the beginning.
And in this case, the aggregation tactics that Jerome formulated at the beginning were directly cut in half.
If they continue to attack according to the planned plan, I am afraid that they will be defeated by the opponent's mechas one by one.
"The sixth-generation Stinging Bee mecha of the Gaduo Empire...this is not the mecha that should be in the Imperial War Zone 33 at all. Their mecha should be a melee-type Twilighter mecha!"
Next to Mu Fan, he adjusted the eyepiece on the bench and murmured.
As a part-time mechanical maintainer in the company, he knew exactly what model the opponent's mecha was. However, the five light red shooting mechas popping up at this moment caused huge doubts in his knowledge.
"Obviously, the attackers this time are no longer just the 33rd War Zone Emperor." Mu Fan stood beside him and said silently.
Hearing Mu Fan's words, the bench looked over in shock. The content that could be derived from this sentence was terrifying enough.
"You mean the other theaters of the Imperial Army unite to break through from us!? Yes, this is the only way to say it. But in this case, the strength of our company..." At the end, I couldn't go on, because I'm afraid the outcome would be
It will go in an extremely bad direction.
To be precise, it should be "anti-breakthrough", because the other party has obtained
Mu Fan lay on the rock without speaking, looking calmly at the battlefield in the distance.
"Please be safe, I'll leave for a moment."
After thinking about it, Mu Fan patted the bench next to him and said in a deep voice.
"No, the chief specifically asked me to come with you. You'd better not make Qiao angry. It's scary when he gets angry." The bench looked at Mu Fan and shook his head vigorously.
"Believe me."
Mu Fan pressed his palms hard on the bench's shoulders, and the young corporal opposite him, who was a few years older than him, finally nodded.
"Don't be a deserter."
"Um."
Mu Fan walked to the edge of the split level and looked at the nearly ten-meter vertical drop below his feet.
The split level below is another split level rock platform that is only less than three meters wide.
Scanning his gaze from below, Mu Fan took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
The next step... is to save yourself.
Then he opened his hands, like a pilgrim greeting the rising sun with piety, and stood in the shape of a cross facing the wind.
"Private, what are you doing!?"
Then under the shocked eyes of the bench behind him, Mu Fan stood up on his tiptoes, and then fell straight forward.
The violent air flow passed by his ears, and Mu Fan fell straight down from the sky. The sound of wind, gunshots, and explosions seemed to have stopped at this moment.
Mu Fan's heart completely calmed down at this moment, and all his thoughts were clearly listed in his mind.
Then, those extremely calm eyes opened.
"I am coming……"
The whole body begins to press down and turn, and the muscles throughout the body begin to activate.
Five meters, three meters, one meter...
boom!
Spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared on the rough rock formations, and a circle of smoke rose.
When the dust cleared, a figure standing on the ground with one hand and one knee appeared.
"Mu Fan!!"
When the bench desperately rushed to the edge of the split level, it happened to see such a scene.
Mu Fan's back was arched like a cheetah, his feet hit the ground heavily, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from a string.
"...This is not night."
Bench murmured, and when the last word fell, Mu Fan had already rushed into the secret passage dozens of meters away from him.
…
When I saw the four remaining mechas of the Federation, they scattered like frightened birds.
Lieutenant Colonel Nemekhya from the Imperial 33rd Theater had a sneer on his face, "Since you are making bait, you have to do your duty. How can one Lancer be enough? In order to prepare for your sharp knife assault, I have applied for three machines.
Camp A."
The sixth generation B-level shooting mecha Stinging Bee!
The sixth generation B-level melee assault mecha Twilighter!
The sixth generation B-level heavy defense mecha Salamander!
There are three different types of mecha battalions, with a total of 60 mechas.
As a result, only a group of five Stinging Bee mechas were dispatched, which frightened the opponent into panic.
"A group of five mechas, mixed formation, 180-degree sector area search, infantry team coordinated attack. Focus on the escape direction of the four mechas."
"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel!"
When the emperor's order was issued, the seemingly scattered troops on the intricate hilly rock formations instantly began to conduct tactical gatherings guided by the tall mechas.
Two federal mechas retreated to the southeast and southwest.
So small groups of troops immediately began to focus on these two directions.
The Imperial Frontier Army no longer concealed its strength. When the twelve mecha squads appeared, the morale of the troops stationed in the Fire Hill District was almost devastating.
Five theaters were attacked at the same time, and the federal troops, who were retreating steadily, began to desperately contact the headquarters of the 104th Division.
However, the result was that the main force of the 104th Division was dragged into the Hui Crest Theater and was unable to come back.
So now, in the internal captain's communication channel, officers from the other four theaters are arguing desperately with Major Jerome.
"There are 43 combatants remaining in Area A."
"There are 36 people left in area b."
"district……"
Listening to the voices in his ears who were anxiously reporting the situation, Jerome glanced at the number of contacts displayed on the light screen on the left... 27.
He couldn't help but close his eyes in pain, but then he shouted with red eyes: "There are 27 people in area D!"
"Jerome, when will the damn support troops come? If they attack us again, all our soldiers will die!"
"48 hours! We will definitely arrive within 48 hours. If we hold them off before they come, we will win."
"Bah! Less than 6 hours have just passed. You told me 48 hours. Our division headquarters' order is to act according to the situation, but it is definitely not to use this place as a meat grinder to consume our vitality!"
"Believe me!" Jerome's chicken coop head was raised high like the owner's emotions at this moment.
Jerome's psychological pressure at this moment was beyond imagination. His comrades had sacrificed their lives, and the number of soldiers was rapidly decreasing.
"Wait a little longer..."
"We can't wait. If we fight any longer, there will be no one left. I only have three mechas here. We have to extend the front line in Area E. Goodbye!" An officer's angry voice sounded, and then the number of people in the team channel decreased by one.
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, or it could be said that the commanders in the remaining four theaters did not have unified ideas.
The 104th Division has already relented and can act on its own, but now the nearest 149th Division has said that it will come to support.
There was a rare silence in the radio channel, but the mecha's running pace did not stop.
Taking advantage of the intricate mountainous terrain for guerrilla warfare is currently the only way out.