The imperial wolf-type mecha lay lying down in the snowy field like a frozen giant corpse. After a while, it was covered by a third of the wind and snow, and it looked miserable.
This is the most advanced mecha of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, and the pilot inside is the most powerful fourth-level mobile suit in the Imperial Army, but it is so completely embarrassing to lose.
However, the indifference on the faces of the senior officers of the Empire who had been watching the battle in silence did not loosen slightly because of this scene, or they showed fear. Who is the pilot? Today's challenge is to make a final determination to unify the thinking of the troop command.
A trace of mockery flashed in the light blue eyes of the Norman officer, and he said in a cold tone: "Everyone, I don't care which army major general or military commander you used to be, don't forget, your army is gone, and now I Authorized to command this battle... This may be our last battle, so I hope you will follow my command."
As the most trusted subordinate of Lieutenant General Ambree, commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, the Norman officer had already taken over the command of the troops. "I think you should understand by now that all the electromagnetic beam bombs of this federal force have been fired, not deliberately luring our mobile suits to charge..."
An imperial colonel behind him frowned and said: "The mecha mixed charge has been done several times, and they did not use electromagnetic beam bombs, but what is the difference between this and today, why can it be confirmed?"
"Because that pilot's name is Xu Le, the staff has calculated that in three days, he has played 12 times in a row. No matter how good he is, he should be dying. If the commander of the Federation has other methods, he will definitely not. Take the risk and let him fight again."
"The style of aircraft fighting can determine the current physical state of the pilot. Don't you think he is too aggressive and anxious today?"
"As for why the federal commander shouldn't let this federal pilot take risks... If you watched more federal television programs, you might have a better understanding."
The Norman officer thought of the old general when he let himself learn the federal language, and his expression became slightly condensed. He wondered if the old general who returned to the base under the glacier was in better health or woke up from a coma.
If it wasn't for the fact that General Ambry was seriously ill and was in a coma and could not command, how could this ambush battle be so difficult
Norman thought a little depressedly, a hint of absoluteness flashed in his blue eyes, and said: "According to the original plan, the first temporary reorganization brigade in the snow area will launch an attack at twelve o'clock tonight, and reserve The second provisional reorganization brigade of…”
This is the end of the words. This outstanding young officer of the empire has long since given up the idea of returning to his hometown. He just wants to command a beautiful ambush and die in the Xuejiang with vigor. However, it is a pity. A flying bullet hit him, interrupting his beautiful plan.
There was a muffled sound, and a blood flower burst out from his eye socket, breaking the blue eyes into pieces of the blue sky that merged into the white clouds. Almost at the same time, a larger blood flower sprayed from the back of his head. out.
The Norman officer, with a large piece of his head missing, slammed into the snow and died without even a trace of struggle and twitching.
The officers and soldiers in front of the Imperial Expeditionary Army's barracks widened their eyes, and only woke up after a while. Frightened and angry cries and warnings were heard one after another, and they began to angrily search for the figures of federal snipers around the camp.
On a snow hill three kilometers away, the snow surface shook slightly before, and a bullet specially designed for high-speed sniping could not be seen by the naked eye. It flew out of the soft snow and put a senior imperial officer to sleep. The black gravel on the snow sank silently like a supernatural event, and the storm rolled the snow flakes and rolled around on the ground. In an instant, all traces were buried, leaving only a white expanse of land that was really clean.
In the underground snow cave, Shi Qinghai wiped off the ice on his beard, gasped slightly and closed the ballistic calculation program, then started another rest while holding the frozen ACW gun.
He was not worried that the Imperials would be able to calculate their own position through ballistics, so as to find themselves and start a vicious pursuit. ACW is the most powerful single-soldier long-range weapon of the federal military. Because it is extremely expensive, only three of them have been produced in total, and they have never been deployed to the front-line troops. The imperial people can never imagine that there is actually one on this planet. A sniper rifle with an accurate headshot at three kilometers, so their search range is difficult to extend to his hiding place.
There is no tungsten alloy tail bomb, no additional magnetic vibration killing effect, and no high-speed composite armor-piercing hard ink bullet that can penetrate the armor's alloy shield in a short distance. Shi Qinghai only used ACW's most common standard sniper. The bullets completed this sniper mission that was hidden for several days, silent and boring, but earth-shattering.
In order to satisfy his obsession with a beautiful scenery or a few to die, he hid in the snow cave until the sun didn't know the sun, and when he saw tears flowing from his eyes, he finally found the opportunity and chose the obviously important role, proud to stand at the top Imperial officers in the front.
It's a pity for those beautiful blue eyes.
In the dark snow cave, Shi Qinghai relaxed and closed his eyes, the corners of his lips sunken because of his thinness, a smug smile gradually appeared, very charming.
There is no information on electromagnetic beam bombs on the federal side, because the Norman officers' misjudgment has reached similar results. Based on this, the attack of the Imperial Reorganization Brigade did not stop because of the sudden death of the supreme commander in the field, and it did not even stop. Appeared a little flustered.
As many as 5,000 imperial infantrymen, under the cover of a small number of armored vehicles and mechas, silently and quickly divided into three directions, accompanied by the night, and launched a final crazy attack on the Qinglongshan camp.
The whistling bullets pierced the sky densely, and the bright light of the explosion illuminated the entire snowfield. The flares fired by the Qinglong Mountain troops, like the high-altitude lanterns at the S3 Fire Festival, were quietly suspended in the air, but they were blown away by the blizzard after a while. The wandering around, quickly extinguished, you are extremely resentful, but you can no longer find the feeling of falling quietly.
"East Thirty Degrees Position was broken through!"
"Two anti-infantry mine arrays are ready to detonate, 3! 2! 1! Detonate!"
"Hold me up! Hold me up!"
The headquarters of the Qinglong Mountain Advance Regiment was filled with such anxious and hoarse shouts. Fortunately, during the day, the command system had been repaired, and they were isolated from Xuefeng. The two reinforcement battalions, which had been in contact for countless days, finally embarked on the road to the rendezvous of the whole army, just at the edge of the war zone, containing a huge amount of the Empire's main force. Energy, otherwise this highland may have been attacked by the imperial people long ago.
For this reason, the battle situation is still tense and dangerous to the extreme. The highlands are filled with imperial soldiers who are not afraid of death, or even long for death, and their souls return to their hometowns. This kind of charge regardless of the cost of death, even the Qinglongshan troops who are good at fighting and disciplined. , it's almost unbearable.
The mechanic went in, and so did the logistics soldiers. Most of the entire regiment was on the front line of the battle, so the camp seemed a little empty, and the anxious voices of the staff officers, under the influence of the echoes, seemed a little hollow. and heavy.
At this moment, the specific command can no longer have much effect on the battle situation. The anxious and hoarse command voice in the room can only give spiritual encouragement to the line of fire, telling those soldiers who are fighting bloody battle that the regiment is still In, did not leave, did not surrender, and did not fall.
Captain Li Ming handed the last cup of coffee to Shang Qiu beside him. There was no sadness or despair in his sunken eye sockets. He and his troops had already done their best. All that was left was to see what fate would be made by God. .
Shang Qiu held the handle of the coffee cup tightly, and her square glasses contained extremely complicated and indescribable emotions. She didn't know whether she would survive tonight, but she was even more worried about the safety of Xu Le and the others.
Two tattered white MXT mechas are guarding the most dangerous places on the night battlefield, such as hungry wolves, such as tired tigers. Although the control of the mechas is messy and slow, they are still powerfully smashing the imperial mechas that rushed towards them. The two people in the cockpit had already reached the most dangerous situation, and the speed at which Magnolia's trembling hands entered control commands was already unimaginably slow.
Bearing Darling's revolving machine gun, Xiong Linquan, who was guarding the edge of the high ground, still opened fire as mighty as a god, shooting the densely packed Imperial people to the ground, but the killing was inexhaustible... Tonight, there are no seven groups of old team members beside him. The hard ceramic body armor on his body has already been defeated several times, and maybe the next bullet will end his roar.
At the most dangerous moment, the trapped Qinglongshan troops let out their final roar, and forcibly suppressed the fierce offensive of the imperial people one after another. The troops will definitely come to support him. As long as he supports himself for another hour, even for a minute, a miracle may happen.
Bang bang bang, dense explosions rang below the high ground, and the bright light was shining... but it did not disappear in an instant, because a bright flare was rising in the southwest of the Xuegu Ping Depression.
Under the bright light, the figure of a Federation MX mecha appeared impressively.
Immediately afterwards, in the left and right directions of this Federation MX mecha, the second and third vehicles appeared on the black line on the edge of the snowy plateau for nearly 30 kilometers... A dozen Federation MX mechas lined up one after another and appeared in the crowd. In the field of vision, and then without hesitation rushed towards the battlefield at high speed.
Further back, I don't know how many federal crawler heavy armored chariots are coming at full speed. The heavy humming of the engines is gathered in one place, and the sound of roaring is faintly heard.
In the deep winter of the sixty-ninth year of the Xianli calendar, the new 17th Division, which rushed to the aid of the ambushed troops in Qinglong Mountain, under the leadership of Lieutenant Colonel Herre, finally arrived on the battlefield with a rigid and effective method of pulling the net. And the chariot, like countless sharp military thorns, maintained a wild and sparse net state, and rushed towards the snow field fiercely.