Fury Ocean

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This simple sentence is the highest summary of all military wisdom. Ordinary people only know that the mech team is powerful, but they do n’t know how horrible the material consumption is to ensure the normal operation of a mech team, as large as the engine, light brain, radar, as small as a line, bearings, electronic boards, and even a key screw. Mecha can be shut down, in addition to ammunition, energy, food, drinking water and medicine, etc., all add up to the massive amount.

The three-party coalition expedition to the mountains, although the rear was not completely cut off like the Hualong, but it was not on call. After a long period of time, all the materials required by the officers and men and mechas were concentrated here, and it was gone when it was destroyed, and the team was almost finished.

It was also an expedition by a mech squad. Hualong's manpower and mech numbers were limited. It was not enough to use all of them for combat. Naturally, it could not be as luxurious as the three-party coalition. In terms of material, it can be compressed as much as possible, and it can be saved as much as possible, freeing up space for more energy. The transportation was not transferred, but each person took everyone-packed together with other materials and squeezed into the modified cockpit.

There are pros and cons to doing this. The advantage is that one person's accident will not affect others, and even if lost, they can support themselves for longer. The disadvantage is that hasty changes must sacrifice some performance or stability. For other problems such as hard life and incomplete parts, Niuben answered all questions in four words: fighting with war.

What the commando can do cannot be emulated by the three-party coalition. When the two mechs ahead of the smoke rushed into the heavy team, all the officers felt the feeling of fear.

"Stop them!"

The shouting kept on, and it was spread by word of mouth at first, but then screamed blindly, witnessing the hunger of two hungry wolves in the flock, and the frightened people gradually despaired, and they could no longer cover their emotions.

The scream and the collision of steel mingled, the light knife split the transport mech's box again, the black mech dragonfly lit the water, and passed the crossfire between two "Akita" heavy mechs with unimaginable agility, waiting until they were heavy Like an elephant trying to turn his head, a light spear volleyed into one of his hearts. I don't know if it was a malfunction or the pilot was frightened. It was firing again when it was turning, and a series of streamers hit its own team, and the explosion sounded.

Three transport mechs were detonated, and two transport mechs were destroyed, exposing the vulnerable infantry to the battlefield. From this moment, they are destined to become battlefield souls ... instead of being covered with some kind of special mud like the indigenous people, the living people will be sucked and burned by the black beetles, and there will be no bones left. under.

The tragedy once again shows that the valley is really not suitable for long-distance warfare. Especially in this case, there are only two enemies, and our own party is in a row. How can we ensure that no accidental injuries occur?

"Who will stop them!"

Practically speaking, the main attack mecha can not do, these clunky and shackled guys can't possibly accomplish it.

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A squadron traveled between the coalition forces and contacted the others in a unique way along the way.

"It's Hualong's main force. Let's fall into the trap. Brothers, let's get rid of it!"

The ghost knows what serious consequences his actions will bring, and if he wants nothing, he can only pull as many people as possible. When confronted with questions, the ghost explained with "Yamoto ordered himself to retreat". Later, when everyone ran, he was justified.

With this in mind, the team continued to draw in and expand, and their courage grew in sync with the number. Just when the ghost felt that he could leave with "righteousness", his breath suddenly appeared abnormal.

"how?"

Looking back, the ghost was stunned.

The two irresistible demons criss-crossed between the dangling lights, looking at their butts. Behind him, dense smoke and magnetic explosion closely followed, at first glance, it looks like a weird two-headed dragon.

"It's too fast!"

After the shock, the ghost shouted with all his life.

"Done, brothers, run!"

This is true, not intentional intimidation as before. The ghosts know deeply that the breakout of the Chinese army is a foregone conclusion, and the three-party coalition forces are no longer able to achieve their pre-war goals.

Only then did Star Thief know how to cherish it ... At first it was used as a joke to mock Star Thief's bitterness, and it would pick up anything that was broken. But then, every star thief in the blue sea, every collar, and even the most ordinary members, were very good at the quarter, as if they were born to know how to coordinate. Regardless of what kind of team and what kind of task, as long as they say roughly, they will be able to tell what things need to be prepared, and what is the minimum number.

The ghost is one of the best, and is very good at grasping the situation on the battlefield. He has no keen sense of instinct and instinct, and is extremely talented. Because of this, he can only fool around in the fierce Star Thief circle with ordinary warfare and average personal strength, until he is trusted by the leader. In the past, he has helped the team to turn danger into danger many times. This time, the three-party coalition forces attacked, and the Star Thief deliberately arranged the mediocre generation to lead a soldier.

After all, the Star Thief is just a Star Thief. After months of fighting, the three leaders suffered heavy losses, and the experienced pilots were about to bottom out. These people walking in the valley are now the final essence. If they shine again, they will not have any bargaining chips with the Empire. With this responsibility in mind, the ghosts dare not have the slightest carelessness and always pay attention to the battle show.

On the battlefield, ghosts are the few who see the situation clearly, even more accurately than Niuben and Yamamoto. When he saw the extent of the destruction of the heavy-duty team and the chaos that flocked in the distance, he suddenly understood one thing.

The outcome of this battle has been divided, or in other words, the victory is no longer important.

Overall, the victory or defeat of the Battle of Ghosts and Anxieties does not need to be judged by who died, who lived, and how many people died. When the two black mechs rushed into the heavy team and began mass killing, the coalition forces even Being able to step out of the valley can no longer pose a fundamental threat to the frontline troops of the Hualong Federation.

The set strategic goals cannot be achieved, which will definitely affect the three-party alliance, and may even cause the alliance to collapse and the three parties to become enemies again!

Then you fart!

The future is unpredictable, but at least the situation is clear at present, the ghost is determined to retain the vitality for the leader, and led the team to start running in the way. At the same time, although some people understood the situation, they were unwilling to admit it and could not accept it because their positions were very different.

When the two black mechs rushed towards those "non-resistance" transport teams, Yamamoto in the cockpit really realized how destructive they were, and his eyes turned red.

"Guard, kill me!"

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"Stop breathing?" Mech's scars were sore, his fingers were sore and swollen, and even the hinges were unusable. Andre took the time to recharge it and called Urgent.

Of all the thousands of troops, the most important thing is not to be under siege, and the key to achieving this is to maintain the degree. As long as there are many opponents, they can only run together.

It ’s almost a matter of life and death. It ’s been nearly half an hour just now, and every minute is spent like this every second. Until now, the two have had tremendous physical exertion and ca n’t be as coherent as before.

"No."

Niuben is more tired than Andre, his face is blue, and his pupils are abnormally red.

"Must mess up."

"It's messed up, look at the star thief ... fuck!" Looking down to avoid the oncoming artillery, one side suddenly rushed over to a blade of light, Andre scolded the maiden.

"not enough."

"How messy?"

"Blast camp."

"Rely on ... nothing else works."

With his left hand sprinting across the operation surface, the heavy mech seemed to stop his waist and break, and walked on the ground; the next second, the mech stood up again and dragged the attacker's wrist. With a strong power advantage, Andre dragged his opponent to the ground, grabbed the ion light knife during the tumbling, and the electric light and flint split to another person who came over.

"Just make it."

Just responding to a word of effort, Niuben avoided two swords and one shot, slammed into a hug, and finally emptied and overturned behind a stone pillar with only half of it left.

"Just run."

This is a big truth. Up to now, everyone has realized the horror of the two black mechs. As long as they are still running and running, no coalition soldier dares to relax.

"You must give up your old life." Andre sighed, sighed and rushed forward to try to make a run for Niu Ben. Suddenly his figure was frozen in place, and he turned around in the shortest time to become a half. Opened bow.

"The opponent is here."

Eight distinctively shaped mechas emerged from the darkness, and their tall fuselage was painted with two crossed black daggers. With only one wrong step and raising the gun at a time, they could be seen as different.

"Guards."

It was learned in advance from the captives' mouth that the twelve Tier 4 mech warriors of Ironwood Castle could almost be regarded as the ultimate force of Ji Peng Empire at the Cape of Good Hope. During the expedition, Yamamoto brought a total of eight people. Before such fierce fighting, they always endured not to let them dispatch. Now, Yamamoto is now the most threatening and most likely the most valuable opponents, only to let them emerge.

Taking a step back, the valley's narrow capacity is limited, and even if there are more masters, it can't be put into the battlefield at once.

The guards appeared, and the mechas that originally chased the two were automatically dispersed, including the three nearby ones, which turned around to block the opponents who came with the smoke, and did not let Niuben get their support. It is difficult to say whether they did so because they had confidence in the Guards or were reluctant to leave. In short, the result was that the battlefield became empty and bright for a while, and it was strangely quiet.

Niu Ben and Andre could retreat with them, but he didn't want to and couldn't do that.

"This is good." Realizing the killing breath from the other side, Andre frowned and shook his head: "When the dog is tired, it will be a decisive battle."

"They are more tired."

At this time when the opponent was in the formation, Niuben didn't strike as before, but took a deep breath in the cockpit, gazing at the positions where the several mechas appeared.

"Shoichi Yamamoto, it should be there."

Hearing this, Andre stayed in silence for a moment.

"... So ambitious. You ..."

"on!"

With a buzz, the steel giant rushed to the future with the afterglow, and never returned.

Eight guards staggered to meet, like a city wall, running between darkness and light.

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The steel in my ears kept colliding, and people were constantly looking around. The enemies were inexhaustible. Thomas, big and small, had red eyes and numbness. He couldn't tell how far he had rushed and cut the geometry.

Immutability is the goal. The figure in front of him that can never catch up reminds him, him and him behind him that this battle that tests willpower and physical strength has just passed halfway, and greater difficulties have not yet come.

The strength of the commando was daunting, and it also made those coalition soldiers who did not see hope let go of their fears. Some people became desperate and began to shoot at random regardless of their allies ... As a result, the coalition suffered more damage and the commando was affected .

There are constant comrades around him falling down, no one stops to check and rescue, but to speed up the progress, making the momentum of the attack look more fierce. Everyone understands that if they can't maintain their momentum and crush their opponents, the battle will inevitably become a match.

Even with one for ten, the commandos couldn't afford to change.

"Be careful!"

His shoulder was hit by artillery fire again, losing the protection of the energy shield. The explosion overturned Thomas's mech, and then someone rushed to try to kill him. Fortunately, Thomas came in a brutal collision in time and used his body to make a clearance for his brother.

Non-standard movements, which will cause awesome operations when put on the field, are now everywhere.

"The dog is% day!"

Scolding and rolling for a few weeks, the upper body of the left side of the mech was almost paralyzed, and the sparks at the wound shot like fireworks. Little Thomas rounded his right arm and pulled the "sneak attacker" to the ground, but without further attack to take his life, he hurried up, trying to move forward with the inconvenient mech.

Directly ahead, at the corner, there is a rare empty field on the battlefield, and a siege that is relevant to the whole situation is ongoing. Seventy-eight mechas are criss-crossed, and the blade fire and the impact sound are connected into a film. Even laymen can see that any one of them is a rare mech master.

Thomas was not a layman, and he knew at a glance that none of them could beat him by himself.

Two to eight, now two to seven ... The two black mechs fell into the siege, as if the male lion was besieged by a group of hyenas, and his tail was difficult to care about.

It was smoking, it was on fire, it was flashing, and it fell to the ground ... Fortunately, he stood up again and penetrated the joints of a mech with a stab. At the same time, the side-covering companion was hit consecutively. If it weren't for the body to sway around like mud loin, it would have turned into a pile of scrap iron.

Hold on!

Figures are staggered, and it is impossible to distinguish which one is Niuben and which one is the foreign devil Andrei. Little Thomas kept screaming, dragging his residual body into a mad rush.

The people around him had the same thoughts and actions, and even the charge gestures were exactly the same.

"Hold it up!"

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"kill!"

The serrated sword rips the steel, and the huge inertia and power make the mech move forward as if rushing through the opponent's body. Even so, the little fox spirit still felt that the degree was too slow, and couldn't help but disable the hand and then touch the lever.

Already at maximum power.

The exclusive mecha cannot impersonate the Allied soldiers, and the little fox must not perform tactical planning and take the initiative to fall behind. From the moment she started chasing, she never adjusted the output power of the mech, always rushing at the highest height.

Even so, they still failed to catch up with the two black madmen.

Sometimes I think in my heart ... I'm a little strange.

Since the start of the game on the spacecraft, the little fox spirit started chasing the person. At first, he was dissatisfied, then he was dissatisfied, and then he was dissatisfied. The disapproval is losing the game, and it is not the temptation to eat, and this is their best ability. After the battle in the snowfield, these emotions disappeared because of some strange moods, and they are dissatisfied with their indifference .

What's so good about it ... though he does have the money.

What's so proud ... though he didn't mean to be proud.

Orphan, what happened to the orphan?

Can orphans keep people away? Can you pretend you can't see yourself? Can I ignore thousands of styles?

Isn't she pretty? Not gentle? Not virtuous ... well, that seems to be the future.

Do you have to confess yourself?

Life is bland like water, self-defeating like an ascetic monk, not playing, not making trouble, not singing and dancing, not even telling jokes. Compared with a colorful one, such a person is like a glass of boiling water. What's so good about it?

He is even younger than himself.

But why do you want to forget it, even after seeing a waning look, you still don't want to give up.

I heard ... Someone said in private that he was rude ... Think about it.

No matter what he does, he always gives his full support ... although there is no chance to give it all.

No matter where he is, he will always change his methods and come together ... just like now.

why?

Was it because the snowfield was rescued, or was it defeated in the game? Or is it because he took care of his face after defeating himself and turned the victory into a draw?

Doesn't seem very similar. More precisely, the original feeling started from the time of the battle, wielding a slashing sword.

At that time, he was just a little boy in his eyes ... he couldn't bear to fight, but he refused to surrender, and he won himself.

It is said that men are the most attractive in two moments, one is concentration, and the other is tenacious.

At that time, he had both.

It's so tiring to like someone!

Now he is ahead, and he needs his own support, even his own life. However, so many people around them obstructed themselves, blocked themselves, and did not let themselves pass.

"Damn ... Damn ... Ah!"

The situation is chaotic, countless opponents need to be solved, and the little fox essence is totally inattentive. Because she saw the open space, the mechs, the battle, and him struggling in danger.

Those people are the guards!

It is said to be a four-level master.

Can't wait any longer.

"Liyang, Xiaolinzi?"

"Here!" Han Liner always appeared in time whenever and wherever the little fox summoned. In the past, the little fox spirit took this for granted. Today, for some reason, I feel a little guilty.

"I have to do it."

"What do you do?" Han Liner gave a stun, suddenly panicking: "No, it's dangerous!"

"It cannot be continued after the frequency, and the timing is not appropriate." Liu Yiyang analyzed from a tactical perspective.

"Ok, I know."

Gritting his teeth secretly, the little fox spoiled the big knife and wanted to tell him something. When he felt that it was meaningless by the mouth, he closed his mouth again.

"Just be careful."

All in all, the little fox raised her hand and resolutely took the red button.

The next second, the gale seemed like a mad cow suddenly injecting a large stimulant. The engine sound suddenly became manic, and the fuselage was ejected with an unimaginable increase.

"I'll do it, just do it!" Han Liner stunned, and then slammed his fist against the red button: "Fang Fang wait for me, let's do it together!"

"..."

The two companions have been hurricane. Liu Yingyang's mind suddenly rang out from the previous prisoner arguing and took a deep breath.

"Let's go together."

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Reckless mountains, with more than a hundred mechas running all the way, Xu Da drove his car to the front, burning like a fire in his heart.

Just because he was sloppy, Xu Da fell into the top 100 as the leader of the internal competition, not only shame himself, but also comrades in arms.

Bloody soldiers don't like being unkind. Of course, they won't say it, but Xu Da can't pretend that there is no life. For the next few days, he could only do his best in search and rescue, only to stand back to his place earlier.

After finally getting enough of the mech, Xu Da didn't want to wait for a moment, and led the team into the heavy fog.

There were signs of battle along the way, twice. Xu Da was so anxious that he almost never slept during the march. He knew Niuben's plan, and he expected an ambush when he saw anxiety, and then judged from the position of his previous battle, the coalition brigade would come in a few days.

Maybe it's already here.

Although the size of the coalition force is unknown, it is inferred from the tasks it shoulders that thousands of people are the smallest, and it is mainly based on mechs. Thinking about his hundreds of comrades in arms, Xu Da felt that his heart and lungs were about to blow up, and he could not help complaining to the unreasonable person.

The thirty-eighth division could fight again, and there was no way to hit one hundred.

You have to fight, how can you be without me?

It's not a joke.

"Hurry up!"

Marching in desperate days, the destination is far away, and Xu Da hurriedly cast her gaze to the left and southeast.

That was where the frontline army was. At this moment there was a shock coming from there. Ordinary people would mistake it for an earthquake at this moment. Xu Da had rich experience in this and could hear that it was only the resonance of the mech running.

"The sound is not small, is it ..."

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Beyond the mountains is the Mangyuan. On the banks of the River Seine, a long dragon sparsely pulls, with mecha and vehicles in front, and infantry with a team of more than a thousand people.

Niutong is the top leader of this team. From the perspective of marching security, he should be dismissed on the spot, but as far as marching is concerned, this is the limit he can do.

The mech is fast, but the infantry cannot be thrown away, so it is better not to take them. However, these are all brothers of the 38th Division. After all, the 38th Division was able to become an independent army again. Niutong had the opportunity to pull the team out of others, and he was reluctant to pull down.

Don't give up, you can only adjust by changing methods. In addition to the limited vehicles at hand, Niutong lets people make logs and make some simple sleds temporarily-this should be called mud sleds, which are dragged by mechs.

This is to use the mech as a donkey, not to mention, the overall progress of the team is therefore greatly accelerated, Niutong is very proud.

"Go to ******, I'm a genius!"

Mud skids often fall apart, and it is inevitable that they will miss the team. In the end, the entire team will become what it is now, like a smashed soldier who escaped from the battlefield.

Fortunately, the ghost is about to arrive.

Across the distance, Niu Dong could already hear the roar from the mountains and knew that it was the sound of the mech when he ran in, so he couldn't help secretly rejoicing and some indignation.

"A horse, a teacher, that teacher ... I better not disappoint me!"

"I heard that I was very young." People around him were worried about the temper of the regiment, and kindly reminded: "I heard that it was assigned by the Lord God of War personally, and approved by the division chief."

"Approve? Hehe, can the teacher disapprove of that situation?"

Niu Dong spit in anger and said fiercely, "It's our family, what can't be difficult for him. If not, let him surrender his military power at most."

The chariot was roaring, and the embarrassed army slammed into the mountains, advancing directly toward the valley of ghosts and sorrows.

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Nearly middle-aged, his ambitions are hard to pay, and Yamamoto is not as excited as when he was young. From the heart, he does not exclude the imperial ministry's arrangements for himself. Because in the Cape of Good Hope, although he is not the highest commander, his royal status brings great convenience to his actions. He does not need to look at people, including the face of the chief, or worry about the brutal behavior of his family. At the same time, he can purge the army according to his own wishes In a small circle.

This is a field of experimentation and self-reservation. Everything is carried out in accordance with his wishes and style. To give a small example, in the title of weekdays, no matter what level or race, he is called to be your honor-this is a very decent title, without losing respect, closeness, and no pride and oppression.

In the Ji Peng Empire, which is divided into racial classes, this change alone means that the level difference between soldiers is weakened, bringing more respect and centripetal force. And this is the guarantee of combat effectiveness.

The forces of the Cape of Good Hope must be able to fight, and Yamamoto's forces are capable of fighting. Both of these are facts recognized by the emperor. Privately, Yamamoto often compares himself to another of his rivals, the Hualong Federation, and looks forward to meeting and discussing with him. It is a pity that according to the current situation of the two countries, he may be entangled with those filthy but hard to entangle star thieves, and he will not get a chance for life.

Now Yamamoto is desperate, and he is doomed to be higher than the sky and thinner than paper.

Seeing the ghost, the butcher, the sunset of the blood moon, Sharo, and the two pilots who still do n’t know their first name ... these people joined hands to break the dream in a wonderful way, which is difficult to clean up .

Eight level four pilots couldn't solve the two people in a short time ... Are they gods of war?

The Hualong Federation has only one God of War. This is a universally recognized fact. So, who are they? Why did support for so long under the siege of eight people eventually lead to a loss in their counterattack?

The battle between the masters is obvious to all. After paying the heavy price of three deaths and one injury, the Guards had the opportunity to cut the two scarred mechs down, but ... their reinforcements arrived.

A crooked mech crossed the line of defense, using his body to block a fatal blow for one of the black mechs.

A mechanized sword wielded across the line of defense, knocking a guard away with a fuselage that was about to fall apart.

A spear-wielding mech arrived and threw a weapon to interrupt the kill.

A mech with a claw in one hand and a net in the other hand sneaked and rushed to the head like a fisherman, and dragged a guard until he was divided into corpses.

Even when doing such a despicable act, the robber did not forget to yell.

"You are stupid, Yamamoto and the widow widow are gangsters and sold you here!"

What's this about?

Yamamoto couldn't understand why the man was shouting, and he couldn't understand it ... It seemed that his shouting had a great influence. Believe it or not, after he shouted, the already chaotic coalition was in a state of collapse and was out of control.

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Yamamoto almost vomited blood on the spot and died. He couldn't imagine that if his subordinates fought like them, with the desperate will and tacit understanding of their opponents, how could the battle look like this?

There is no way to change the ending. When the guards are drowned by the wolf-like mech, the overall chaos of the coalition can no longer be contained.

The selfish and timid Star Thief has been running for a long time, not only running, but also the lights out. The Huffmans, who were brave and brave, were also running, and quickly learned how the star thief ran out of lights ... It seems that everyone can see that the lights are more vulnerable to attack.

Everyone was running, dragged down by them, and emperors with good military discipline were also driven, even if they wanted to fight, they couldn't do anything about it.

"Her Majesty, exit first." Someone finally suggested that Yamamoto wanted to hear it but couldn't admit it made sense.

Withdrawing, you can reorganize the army, but you can also defend Taniguchi in turn. If you can't, you can return to Sorwor. In any case, it is better than being buried here. As a qualified general, Yamamoto knows very well that in the current chaotic situation, the other party does not even need to fight, and trample on each other in the dark will cause major injuries to the coalition forces.

You can only retreat, you must retreat.

Really come to this step?

When hesitated with grief and last hesitation, a voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield, exhausted and calm, and gently and resolutely poured into everyone's ear drums.

"Shoichi Yamamoto, I heard that you are the pride of the empire, and regard the 38th Division of the Federation as a matching opponent."

"We are the 38th division. I am the current division head, Niuben."

"I'm here, are you still leaving?"

The sound echoed throughout the valley, bringing a moment of silence, and countless people groping in the darkness were stunned, and for a while did not understand the meaning.

"Too much bullying!" Yamamoto yelled in the cockpit, spitting blood.

"****, this is to wipe out!"

Somewhere, the ghost suddenly shouted, spreading around like a plague.

Running away, so it became even more crazy.

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... (To be continued.)