Zhang Wutui's heartfelt exclamation was directly transmitted to the ears of all federal soldiers present except for the two remaining mecha warriors who were still on the battlefield by using his highest authority.
Everyone's expressions were awe-inspiring.
Yes, this is the battlefield.
On the battlefield, your goal is to complete the mission and destroy the enemy. Who stipulates that you must defeat the enemy head-on and openly? Looking through the military treaties, there is no such stipulation!
Although some of Tang warriors' methods of killing enemies were too vulgar and some too despicable, they were very effective. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger lowered the opponent's vigilance, and the attitude of giving it a go made people mistakenly think that this was an opportunity.
The Mecha Fighting Competition has been successful again and again, but the price paid by the Mecha Class is battle losses again and again.
There are seven mechas, so far, there are only two left.
Even if they could win the final victory, it would be nothing more than a miserable victory with nothing to boast about. On a real battlefield, it could even be called a defeat.
Those five people could no longer crawl out of the simulation cabin with their heads down as they were now. They were bombed, and it was a luxury for their comrades to cover their bodies with federal flags.
What's more, with only two machines left, they may not necessarily be the opponent of that mecha. That guy's extremely cunning mind alone is three points more terrifying than the so-called master of mecha control.
If it were them, they would rather fight against a master whose hand speed is two levels higher than their own, rather than fight against a "wretched man" who has no idea about morals and just shoots you out of the blue.
Damn it, is this how those Secret Service agents survive?
Tang Lang didn't know that someone had taken the blame for his fighting methods. He only knew now that he had to deal with these federal soldiers in front of him. Although he had "died" countless times, he was still unwilling to try that kind of bone marrow again.
The "death" feeling of being frozen, helpless, and falling into the abyss forever. Even if his reason told him that in just a few seconds, he would be "reborn" on the Internet again.
The ensuing battle was just as many people expected. The two mechas joined together had higher fighting spirit than before due to the sacrifice of their comrades. However, they were also influenced by Tang warriors' successive bizarre tactics and took action.
It is inevitable to look forward and backward and be afraid of hands and feet.
On the other hand, Tang Warrior, although he was able to defeat two mechas with one, he opened his ship-breaking gun and launched a fierce attack, making the two mechas retreat continuously, fully demonstrating his advantage.
Especially after seeing this man swinging away two broken alloy swords with one shot, he stepped forward with a ruthless lunge, used a real-life combat kick to lift his crotch, and kicked him with an extremely hard mechanical foot.
The mecha guard between the legs of a Qin warrior mecha kicked up and sparks flew...
Almost everyone couldn't help but feel a slight chill in their crotches.
Even if they, veterans of mechas, know that mechanical damage will not be transmitted to the human brain, the crotch of the mecha is only equipped with a balance rod and energy transmission line. The most important and most important thing is not hidden like humans.
A fragile organ.
The mecha whose balance system was hit by the collision found it difficult to maintain its balance and rolled over like a drunk. But before another mecha was desperately preparing to come to the rescue, Tang Samurai shot through his cockpit with a single shot.
"Squad leader!" the mecha warrior roared and waved his alloy sword.
The Tang warrior who pulled out his ship-breaking gun jumped away quickly and did not get too entangled with the Qin warrior who was eager to die together.
Everyone knows that the battle is over.
Seeing with his own eyes that one of his mecha squads was destroyed like this, Zhang Wutui smiled instead of being angry and pushed the joystick: "Class three, follow me to attack. Let's learn the methods of the experts again."
Tang Lang, who was fighting the last mecha, was always paying attention to the surrounding situation.
The Qin warrior who could not keep calm because all his comrades died in the battle seemed to be on the offensive, but in fact he was at the end of his strength. Tang Langzu could use more than five methods to kill him at a very small cost.
However, eight more mechas came brazenly from behind, not even using the terrain to hide their figures.
"Peat! Hob meat, I need to replenish ammunition." Tang Lang shouted.
"I'm sorry, you're fighting, not playing a game." Hu Daoru replied quickly. "Also, I'm an artificial intelligence. Please don't think of me as a plug-in that provides endless ammunition mode! I'm more advanced than that thing.
too much."
Tang Lang could almost see the fat white man behind the screen who was almost constipated from holding back his laughter.
Fatty Bai was sitting on a large sofa, eating popcorn, looking at the speechless Tang Lang on the screen, laughing unbridled.
The ship-breaking gun had 10 rounds of ammunition prepared, but Tang Lang had already fired them all. The two heavy machine guns had 240 rounds of ammunition prepared, and Tang Lang had already fired 60 rounds. The honeycomb missile launcher carried on his shoulder had enough ammunition for him.
A salvo fired 12 missiles, but Tang Lang crashed it in order to show his embarrassment and deceive others.
His long-range weapons now consisted of two heavy machine guns and an ion cannon originally equipped on the robotic arm. Faced with the eight mechas approaching, Tang Lang's ship-breaking gun, no matter how fierce the live-am sniper attack, was still
Not available.
What's more, people have learned their lesson. Even if they want to use close combat to blow up Tang Lang to vent his anger, they have to use long-range weapons to consume all the few live ammunition Tang Lang has left.
With a feint shot, Tang Lang withdrew from the battle group, turned over and got into the ruins, and quickly disappeared, leaving only the Qin warrior mecha that suddenly stood there without an opponent.
"Asshole, come out here!" After staying for a few seconds, the only remaining mecha in the mecha squad realized that Tang Lang had escaped, and shouted with a strong cry, and frantically
All the weapons he was equipped with were poured into the ruins until all the ammunition was empty and the mecha's energy battery dropped to the red zone.
But obviously, the opponent has no intention of coming out.
He stabbed the alloy sword in his hand fiercely on the ground. Warrior Qin stood motionless and stood there.
Perhaps, at the moment when he watched his comrades who lived together day and night die one after another in front of his eyes, this federal soldier who had never experienced such a battle had collapsed, and an enemy who had lost his cool and sufficient judgment, for Tang Lang
For now, it doesn't matter whether we kill him or not.
Yes, although this was just a simulated battle on the Internet, the huge sense of shame still caused this federal soldier to collapse.
Although all the onlookers did not hear his cry, they could feel the sadness of the soldier who was standing still in the cockpit of the mecha.
Until Zhang Wutui's arrival.
"Pick up your sword and follow!" Zhang Wutui, who was running wildly, didn't say much else, just said a simple sentence.
"yes!"
A few seconds later, the stunned Qin warrior picked up the huge alloy sword he had inserted on the ground again.
In the cockpit of the mecha, invisible to others, a young face burst into tears, but became determined again.
The commander didn't abandon him, so how could he abandon himself?
What a good Zhang Wutui, what a good federal soldier.
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ps: This can only be said to be a tragedy. In the early hours of the morning, Feng Yue woke up from severe pain, with severe pain in her waist. Based on past experience, Feng Yue knew that it was a kidney stone. That kind of pain was really unbearable to look back on! Originally scheduled
Today I took my old mother to Nanjing and then to West Lake in Hangzhou. The train departed at 9:30, and the ticket and hotel had already been booked. My friend "Ji Feng", a writer from Nanjing, the beautiful writer "I Love Meat" from Hangzhou, and readers from Shanghai
Big brother "Hua Tianli" had already made arrangements to receive Feng Yue, and Feng Yue was also looking forward to meeting them, but after such a commotion, she had no choice but to choose another date. Originally Feng Yue hoped to get an analgesic injection and an anti-inflammatory injection.
I accompanied the old mother to go shopping, but the old mother felt more sorry for her son and refused to leave. Hey, these are parents. A mother's child will always be a treasure! Well! Uncle Fengyue still thinks that I am still a baby!
The trip is gone, but the updates will not stop. I didn’t sleep all night and just finished the extracorporeal lithotripsy near noon. Feng Yue is now sitting in front of the computer again? Writing the story of the future starry sky may make Feng Yue forget her illness!