It is a complete insult from the spirit to the body.
The eyes of the two Twilight pilots were bloodshot, and their views reached an astonishing agreement at this moment.
"Damn Federation, coordinated assault"
"Twilight Shadow Attack!"
The engines on the backs of the two Twilighter mechas were instantly boosted. Under the control of the two pilots, the magnetic swords in their hands were raised high, and then they quickly began to move in small jumps. Two azure streamers appeared on the battlefield.
Like two running cheetahs attacking the same target.
Mu Fan's expression in the cockpit remained calm. All he did was swing the heavy sword to his side with his right hand at the same time as the other party activated it.
Then he took a step forward, and the gravel rose up like a dragon.
The entire mecha is really like an ancient knight charging from high to low.
This extremely violent and beautiful scene had an unparalleled visual impact on the soldiers in the distance and the only remaining Stinging Bee mecha.
The momentum of the two Twilighters that came in staggeredly was completely suppressed by this mecha.
"It's close, it's close."
"Kill him!"
"The Empire is victorious!"
For this team, those few standing mechas are the last pillar of their morale.
They are eager to see their mechas chop their opponents into pieces. They are eager to win. They will surely advance under the glory of the empire!
Finally, the two staggered Twilighters were about to collide with the astonishing Lancer.
People's eyes widened...
A lightning-like arc-shaped trajectory suddenly shuttled through the intertwined figures.
Time stood still at this moment. The Lancer held the blade of his sword with his left hand, keeping his body in a forward posture, but stretched his right foot diagonally forward to support his body.
The two Twilighters holding sword-wielding postures seemed to be a frozen photo. The cheers on the battlefield continued, but as time passed, the cheers gradually disappeared.
The pilot of the Stinging Bee mecha was trembling all over. His field of vision was far beyond that of the others, so he could clearly see the huge sword mark that slashed diagonally from the waist to the engine behind the back!
"What level...pilot is this...?"
Infinite fear filled his heart, and now he couldn't even muster the slightest courage to shoot at the mecha.
Mu Fan's eyes swept across the light screen of the console, with 74% of the energy remaining.
Then he glanced at the mecha in the distance, ignored it at all, and took a step forward.
Energy will never be wasted on such meaningless battles.
Killing these four mechas was just because of them...
Blocking the road.
He lifted up the giant sword with his right hand and hung it on his back. However, just such an action scared the imperial soldiers in the distance to take a step back.
They were really scared.
Focus on the front left, behind the three hills, is the rocky canyon.
Up to now, the red dot representing Major Jerome on the map was moving hard towards the canyon, but the major's call for help was not heard from the beginning to the end.
Both sides remained silent in tacit agreement.
When Major Jerome was in the midst of a bitter battle, the remaining Stinging Bee mecha on the east side of the battlefield watched the Lancer ride away, feeling grateful that he had escaped.
It wasn't until the soldiers' request for instructions rang out that he reacted, immediately brewing his emotions, and said in the captain's channel in a sad tone: "Reporting to the commander, the mecha team suffered heavy losses from the enemy, and they all died in battle. Requesting for support,
Asking for support!”
"A powerful enemy is advancing to the west."
…
"A powerful mecha appears in the Federation!"
…
"The federal hidden troops were dispatched, and our mecha team was wiped out. The soldiers were lucky enough to survive."
The news changed its flavor as it spread, and became more and more exaggerated as it spread. In the end, it turned into the appearance of high-level armed forces of the federal army and began to move westward to open up all the way.
Immediately, the members of other troops became nervous.
"The seventh mecha team encountered the opponent's single mecha...three mechas were destroyed and two suffered heavy damage."
When the second intelligence report came, the imperial soldiers in the communication channel were in an uproar.
The information has been confirmed again, a single mecha can defeat a team of mechas!
The Federation is really pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger these days.
Listening to the suddenly lively discussions in his ears, feeling the tense atmosphere in the air, the Stinging Bee pilot who survived Mu Fan's first battle felt as if he had eaten yellow lotus seeds, and he felt bitter in his mouth but did not dare to
explain.
Now he almost believed that this mecha was a lone mecha.
But the fact is, it’s just this fucking mecha!
He was afraid of going to court-martial, and he was afraid of bearing the negative consequences of this rumor.
"The target continues to advance to the west."
"The target was lost, the trajectory of the large force was not found, and the federal force disappeared."
"Each team pays close attention to the surrounding movements, and the federal forces are now not outnumbered..."
"The western battlefield speeds up the encirclement and annihilation of the two federal mechas."
Hearing this, the Stinging Bee pilot almost burst into tears.
The noise became louder and louder, and he felt like he had done something stupid.
However, what these soldiers, including the commander of the Imperial Army, did not expect was that Mu Fan heard what they said clearly.
The Lancer, who had disappeared from the Emperor's sight at this moment, would be outside the limit of the Emperor's detection range if he looked down from a high altitude.
Like a ghost walking on the edge of a tightrope.
Take the fastest path, attract the other party's attention, and then disappear from the other party's sight. This was Mu Fan's plan from the beginning.
There is now 6o% energy left, which is enough for Mu Fan for the rest of the battle.
Turning my eyes on the light screen in front of me, I could already vaguely see the outline of the demonstration canyon in front of me.
On the radar map, the red dot representing Jerome and others has not gone out, but is moving steadily towards the canyon.
And now Jerome is a little closer to the canyon than himself.
The agreed place is about to arrive.
…
On the Western battlefield, several federal soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor were struggling on the rugged mountain road. Behind them were two mechas with thick smoke billowing from them.
The appearance of the two Lancers was completely damaged, and the serious cracks and scars on the two mechas could be seen from any angle.
It can be said that it is a miracle to see these two mechas just still standing.
In the cockpit of one of the mechas that was walking and shooting with its gun raised, Major Jerome's eyes were red as he looked at the frantic alarm light screen in front of him.
"Warning, the cabin pressurization device is damaged."
"Warning, the sealed facilities are damaged and the gas cannot circulate normally."
"Serious warning, armor damage is 65%."
The piercing sirens kept ringing in his ears, but now Jerome had no intention of paying attention. Behind him were nine comrades who were retreating.
In front of him was the Gardut Imperial mecha that was constantly approaching.
Looking at the rocky canyon not far behind him, Jerome smiled miserably.
I tried my best and never gave up.
"Major, I can't hold on anymore, I'm going to cut off your queen." Teresa's weak but firm voice came from the channel.
His body armor was almost completely destroyed, and it was already a miracle for him to be able to hold on until now.
"Fuck you, it's me who's going to kill you! I'm ordering you to crawl to the rocky canyon now, and I'll die in front of you!" After the words fell, Jerome's mecha rushed towards Teresa's mecha.