Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth you such an opponent
Please don't give up!
Major Jerome, who was already determined to die, was stunned when he heard these words.
This voice was very familiar to him, because not long ago, he had a fierce argument with the owner of the voice.
Now, having fallen into a desperate situation, I heard the voice of this private again!
Only then did Qiao react, looking at Mu Fan who snatched the communicator from his hand with a surprised expression, "You..."
Except for Mu Fan himself, everyone was now shocked by the actions and content of this private soldier.
"What on earth do you want, Private!"
"I'm going to rescue you. Do you want to see your station eventually be taken over by friendly forces?"
"How is that possible?" After hearing Mu Fan's words, Jerome's tone suddenly became more serious.
"Then just try your best to survive, Major." Mu Fan's eyes were bright, and the hand holding the communicator did not waver at all.
Jerome: "...I know."
After the call was hung up, Mu Fan saw a circle of confused and excited eyes around him.
"Private, what are you going to do? Now we can listen to you." As a sergeant major, Joe can speak on behalf of other soldiers.
"I need your mecha."
Mu Fan looked at Joe Pate and said calmly.
Mecha?
This sudden request caused the atmosphere in the cave to freeze.
What Qiao saw in Mu Fan's eyes was only bravery and fearlessness. Ever since this magical material transport officer came to the army, he had been constantly pushing the limits of their imagination.
Time passed by second by second, and finally Qiao, a veteran, nodded, flicked his right hand, and threw a metal starter button towards Mu Fan.
With a snap, the start button fell firmly into Mu Fan's palm, and a smile appeared on Mu Fan's face.
What he needs is not the activation button, but the trust from his comrades.
And now, he got it.
However, there are still some doubts in Qiao's heart, that is, when will Mu Fan activate the mecha?
You must know that in the army, as long as a pilot can pilot a mecha in combat, it is absolutely impossible to have only the rank of private.
Pilots and pilots in general are valuable assets of the military under any circumstances.
"Mu Fan, when will you be able to operate a mecha?" Finally, the bench couldn't help but ask.
Mu Fan had already reached the foot of the Lancer II mecha. Hearing this, he turned to look at his comrades and chuckled, "I always know how to do it."
After he finished speaking, under the gazes of these people, Mu Fan exerted his legs slightly, jumped up with a low cry, and jumped directly onto the mecha's knees without using any boarding tools.
He clasped his arms on the armor shell and swung it gently, relying on the strength of his waist to throw it directly upward.
The moment the mecha hatch opened, Mu Fan quickly stepped in, and then the hatch closed.
When the engine behind him made a dull sound, the people below were still immersed in the shock caused by Mu Fan's skillful movements, and the mecha in front of them had already started.
"Qiao, I have sent you the route. Lead them along the route and we will meet at the end."
Mu Fan's voice suddenly came from the voice channel. The veteran looked up at his Lancer. With its dark eyes and mottled body, the mecha seemed to be alive in a trance.
Is this an illusion?
"We must come back alive."
Listening to the words in his ears, Mu Fan moved his fingers quickly on the console, with a smile on his lips.
The right hand is inserted into the hand synergist accurately, and then a thumbs up is given.
Feeling the hard metal touch from his fingertips, Mu Fan twisted his neck, and the blood all over his body began to feel faintly warm.
The body covered with mottled rust, stepped out with one foot.
The heavy figure disappeared from everyone's eyes like a lonely knight.
…
The 5th Mecha Squadron of the 33rd Theater Command of the Imperial Frontier Force was ordered to conduct a search along the route.
Two shooting mecha Stingers, two light assault mecha Twilighters equipped with magnetic swords, and a heavy sword and shield mecha Salamander exceeding 20 tons.
This is the complete equipment of a mecha squad.
At this moment, these five mechas are performing exploration missions in the designated area.
"Do you think our commander is being too cautious? How can the mechas on the opposite side be the opponent of our imperial army?"
"Sir, asking us to be careful is really a bit alarmist. With such a pitiful force on the other side, what should our mecha troops be careful about? Can the other side break through the electromagnetic shielding and let the warships take off?"
In the mecha's voice channel, an officer said nonchalantly, and after he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter.
Not just one person, but they all thought that this battle was not on the same level at all, it was too easy.
A Stinging Bee mecha kicked away the scattered rocks in front of it out of boredom, searching back and forth with the muzzle of the Gauss rifle held in one hand. The pilot didn't think he would find anything.
However, when he controlled the mecha to climb a high ridge in front of him, a red dot suddenly flashed on the radar dial in front of him, and then a beeping alarm sounded.
Um!?
The pilot's body quickly became tense, and his mind couldn't help but focus.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the cockpit through the sound collector, and the pilot finally saw the source of the sound.
A shabby-looking federal military standard mecha was striding towards him in his sight. The Lancer's heavy body could not move as lightly as the reconnaissance mecha.
Countless stone chips fell out with every step he took. This mecha is so stupid!
"The Stinging Bee discovered the enemy mecha. I'll take the reward this time, brothers." The pilot sneered, ignoring the laughter and curses in his ears. He directly set up his Gauss rifle and pointed it at the machine.
The federal mecha came from my area.
Insert the crosshair, calculate the advance, correct the parameters, and shoot!
Bang!
bite.
At the same time as the gunshot was fired, a spark suddenly appeared from the side of the mecha.
Then the opponent's body swayed slightly and suddenly fell away from the target.
This is impossible!
The pilot couldn't believe what he just saw.
At the moment when he shot, the opponent only made a simple and random action.
He drew out the heavy alloy heavy sword with one hand, then turned it around and stood it upright at his side.
Then his shot directly hit the tilted alloy two-handed sword.
The thick sword blade directly acted as a shield and even caused ricochet.
This action looks...
Just fucking and playing!
Unbelievable and unacceptable!
Ignoring the inquiries from his comrades, the unbelieving pilot became a little angry. With a shake of his arm, he changed the [armor-piercing bullet]!
The left hand is held under the gun body, and the entire machine body is standing on the top of the hill in a half-kneeling posture.
Shoot at the current point, point a in advance, point b in advance...
Coordinates are loaded.
Three consecutive shots!
Bang, bang, bang.
A light blue flame emitted from the muzzle of the Gauss rifle.
The pilot sneered and waited to see the wonderful scene, the complex hilly terrain, the straight-line distance was only more than 300 meters. This time he was confident that he could definitely hit the opponent, and he wanted to sieve the enemy before they rushed over.
…
Mu Fan brushed his left hand from the console with a dull expression.
When he touched the mecha again, a strong sense of confidence emerged from the bottom of his heart.
The familiar military console, the tough but gentle mechanical keys, and the surging engine coming from the machine under the seat reminded Mu Fan all the time that he was now driving a mecha!
A real military mecha!
From here to the rocky canyon, the straight-line distance is five kilometers.
What I have to do is to rush forward in the shortest possible time.
The Stinging Bee mecha with a gun in front of me is the starting point of this journey.
Mu Fan's eyes were indifferent, but the blood in his body began to boil.
The moment the opponent's gun was raised again, Mu Fan's fingers formed a phantom.
The Lancer's left hand suddenly rested on his right hand, and then he twisted it slightly, and grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands.
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"An opponent like you..."
"Not even worthy of my entertainment!"
The engine roared behind him, a heavy foot stepped out, and the rocks burst into pieces.