Chapter 148 Silence in the end (I wish the motherland, happy birthday!)
hard to decide.
The main force of the Jiepen people is rushing in from all directions. The previous battles have proved that without perfect fortifications, if you just want to rely on the combat power of mechas, mechas that are one generation apart are destined to be no match.
This was the first time in Zhang Wutui's life that the "honor" felt so powerless. No matter how fierce and powerful the enemy was, he only had to pick up his sword and gun and move forward without retreating. But now he was asked to do so.
When asked a multiple-choice question, should you lead the remaining soldiers under your command back to the battlefield and fight the enemy side by side with your comrades, and finally die gloriously together after the enemy's main force arrives? Or should you stick to the commander's orders?
Without the mobile combat power of mechas, how long can the base be defended?
Perhaps, it is not only the frontline officers and soldiers like Zhang Wutui and Ye Xiaozhou who are making painful choices, but also their commanders.
The calm expression on his face may be just the backbone of the base. The major in front of everyone could only remain calm. Perhaps he could only hold the handle of the command seat in front of him so hard that his knuckles turned green and white, which showed the same feeling in his heart.
It's ups and downs.
Of course, Asada Feng knew the pain of the federal soldiers not far away.
If he dares to help, he is what the military strategist of the Guhua tribe called encircling the point to call for reinforcements. His general, who has already led the main force to rush this way to 2000 meters away, will never let go of this opportunity, no matter how the opponent comes
How many mechas would be easily eaten clean if they were not protected by tall alloy walls.
If there was no help, and a hint of cruelty flashed in Major Jiepen's eyes, then let them watch with their own eyes how he brutally killed their comrades one by one.
The more the enemy suffers, the more his lost pride will return little by little.
Although at this moment, he was completely sure to kill the Qin warrior who kept slashing at him without even caring about basic defense, he decided not to do so. He wanted to keep him alive first.
Onikiri moved forward, retreated, and turned with mobility that far exceeded that of the Qin warrior... He fought continuously around the Qin warrior who was chasing him. He used the alloy thorns in his mechanical palms to fend off the Qin warrior's heavy weight without drawing his sword.
The alloy knife struck and then pierced the Qin warrior's armor and tore it open.
In just ten seconds, in the sparks of metal weapons connecting, the Qin warrior's armor was torn into more than 10 pieces, exposing the metal skeleton and dense circuits. His body was covered with bruises, and sparks and terrifying electric arcs shot out.
If it were a person, he would have been dripping with blood and lost his combat effectiveness. However, the Qin warrior, whose vital parts such as the engine were not injured, was still struggling to draw the sword, but his steps were much staggered.
That is the result of the trauma to the machine body. Even the mecha masters who are closely protected are also traumatized by the constant collisions. The reaction will be slowed down accordingly, and the control that relies on hand speed will naturally also be slowed down.
On another battlefield, the ribs of the Qin warrior who failed to attack with a sword were cut open by Onikiri, leaving a shocking large hole in the mecha cabin. With the help of another Qin warrior, he barely managed to avoid being killed on the spot. With two pairs of
Ichi and Onikiri fought hard, but their defeat was only a matter of time.
"Asada, not bad." The strange man in the distance, avoiding the ion cannon that was still spitting out beams of light and walking in the wind and sand like a leisurely stroll, commented lightly on this scene.
However, the man who was able to sit in the top ten positions of the military generals of the Jiepen Empire at the age of 30 did not rely on his outstanding mecha control, one of the youngest senior first-level mecha masters under the starry sky.
Talent, but the talent to be the best in all tactical deductions among the Royal Military Academy of the Great Eagle Empire, the most powerful country in the starry sky, and to be undefeated in all the battles he commanded.
Of course he understood what his subordinates were doing. Following his gestures, the Onikiri mechas that rushed in from all directions changed their tactics at the same time, like a pack of roving wolves, waiting for their prey to reveal its flaws in the painful torture.
, and then pounces on it and bites it, bite after bite, leaving the prey in complete despair.
It would be great to overwhelm the Shuguang Military Base in one fell swoop with thunderous momentum, but a man as arrogant as a monster had to admit at this time that with the current morale and combat effectiveness shown by the Dawn Base, he wanted to overwhelm this military base with perfect defenses.
The base also had to pay an extremely heavy price.
He doesn't particularly care about the battle losses of his men. As long as the strategy is achieved, what's the problem if all these elites die here? What he cares about is just his reputation after returning to Jiepen. The dignified "Flower of the Famous General" personally takes action, and the Southwest Federation doesn't care about it.
If a small border post caused heavy losses, that was not what he wanted.
After all, although the general commander of the Royal Mecha Battalion sounds very powerful, he only has thousands of mechas at his disposal. Even if they are all elites, he has to command hundreds of starships.
Are tens of thousands of mechas, hundreds of thousands or even millions of armies more attractive?
The current position is just a small step on the road to his glorious life. In the not-too-distant future, there are endless possibilities. A glimmer of light flashed in the eyes of the strange man.
Now, let's give Asada a chance to see if he can make up for his previous mistakes! And the federal man, the federal major whose previous resume was mediocre but now makes him quite amazing, what choice will Yaoyei make?
The man's eyes actually held a bit of expectation.
For this strange man who spreads his arms and hopes to embrace the starry sky, the small battlefield 2000 meters away is more like a game than a battle. He does not care about the outcome of this game. The only thing he is interested in is his opponent.
reaction. But for the federal soldiers in the base, it was undoubtedly a torture. The lives of their comrades and the responsibilities of the soldiers were so heavy that they could hardly breathe.
"The order belongs to the whole army..." Qin Chong was preparing to give the order with difficulty.
The battlefield situation changes suddenly.
"Mi Xiaomei, do you still remember the trick I taught you? Do you dare to use it?" the lieutenant's platoon deputy's roar sounded on the public channel.
The already scarred warrior Qin suddenly stopped, facing Asada Feng who had just torn off a piece of his breastplate and retreated lightly.
Then, he loosened his hand and dropped the alloy knife in his palm. The huge, empty mechanical palm actually closed its four fingers, revealing the middle finger pointing upward.
One finger reaches the sky.
Very popular and straightforward interstellar universal sign language.
From an angle that the soldiers at the base cannot see, Meese, whose breastplate has been torn off to reveal most of the transparent cockpit, is holding the control stick with his left hand, and his right hand is pointing forward high. Like the Qin warrior he controls, one person
One mecha, one finger holding up the sky. Pointing at the extremely powerful enemy on the opposite side.
Is this, that move? The base soldiers’ heads are covered. Even if you want to curse, you can’t throw away the knife!
The one who could see it most clearly was none other than Asada Feng, who was only five or six meters away from Miz. His sarcastic mouth suddenly became stiff.
When a cat plays with a mouse, what he likes most is the despair of his prey. The fangs and claws exposed in his despair can even make him more excited.
This kind of provocation may seem rogue, but it is actually more unyielding.
"Since you like death so much, then I will do it for you. I will crush you like a bug in front of all your comrades." Asada's gloomy voice came from the Onikiri, loud enough to make people hundreds of meters away.
People outside heard it.
Then, Onikiri suddenly accelerated, and the alloy thorn was pulled towards the Qin warrior's chest. But this time, Asada Feng made up his mind not to kill the daring federal mecha master, but to do what he just said
, dig him out, then use the mecha's hand to hold him, slowly increase the force, and let his companions listen to the sound of his bones being crushed one by one, which must be very exciting.
"151, 158, 159, you can evacuate, the base will protect you!" Qin Chong's voice sounded.
"Mis, I order you to activate the escape device!" Zhang Wutui's voice had already spread through the public channels before the ghost cutter was activated.
Qin Warrior No. 1093158 did not answer, and the other two Qin Warriors were also silent.
The silence was heart-stopping.
At that time, Asada Feng's alloy thorn was already close to Qin Warrior's chest, but Qin Warrior did not dodge, letting the alloy spitting out ion light pierce the breastplate and slide along the edge of the cockpit.
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Asada Feng's eyes were full of cruelty. The next moment, cruelty condensed slightly.
The Qin warrior's open arms suddenly fell down to grab Onikiri's shoulders. Is this a last-ditch effort? Asada Feng was slightly startled, and then his face was full of ridicule.
Holding a knife wouldn't be of much use against his level 5 armor, so just using a scratcher would do?
But the Qin warrior not only has arms, but also legs. The two huge mechanical legs use the arms to support the waist of the Onikiri mecha. That look...
If we were talking about a pair of lovers, this posture would naturally make the two of them very excited. However, those who witnessed it all knew that it was not only two mechas, but also two mechas that wanted to kill each other all the time.
Master, this posture is naturally a bit strange and incomprehensible.
"It's actually a wrestling skill?" Asada couldn't help but feel a little amused. He lowered his somewhat ugly head and looked at Mice, whose chest was mostly exposed in the transparent mecha cabin. "Do you think this will be useful to me?"
He reached out and pulled up the mask, revealing his delicate, pale and young face. Mis, who was vomiting blood due to the violent shock, did not answer, and turned to look at the battlefield on the other side of the gap.
On the battlefield on the other side, another Onikiri mecha was caught off guard and was also grabbed by a Qin warrior's mechanical arm. The two steel giants were entangled, but the Onikiri mecha could twist its anti-joints 360 degrees at will.
Giving him the upper hand, an alloy blade had already penetrated the chest of the Qin warrior who was trying to fight him in close combat.
A flash of pain flashed in Miz's eyes, and the platoon deputy who taught him mecha wrestling was gone.
Turning to look at the ugly mecha's compound eyes, Misi, whose eyes were full of pain and vomiting blood, smiled. "That's right, you can kill me in 0.1 seconds, and you can also get rid of Warrior Qin in 2 seconds.
Even if my Qin warriors use the naked choke technique in ancient wrestling!"
"But don't forget, I'm not fighting you alone! There are hundreds of my comrades over there! Do you think they will let you go?" Mis smiled brightly.
"Baga! Damn it!" All the amusement and disdain in Asada's face froze, and the alloy thorn suddenly poked down.
"Grandpa, I brought the head of a Jeppon devil to see you. You will be happy, right?" Mis's muttering rippled softly in the public channel.
Finally silent!
In the beautiful eyes of the female soldiers, the tears that had been held back for a long time finally fell down.
"Fire, fire! Fire for me!" Qin Chong's hand hit the command seat and his skin was torn.
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ps: I just watched the National Day military parade. When I saw the J-20 take off, I burst into tears. That is the best tribute to the martyrs. The mountains and rivers are intact. This prosperous age is as you wish. No. 81192, closed