Hundreds of cruise missiles roared from the farther skyline, and with their unstoppable terrifying power, smashed into the opponent's position. With the violent explosion, countless suns rose at the same time in the lakeside wilderness. Makes the true sun beyond the lead cloud even more dim.
The high temperature represented by the blazing white light instantly evaporated the thick fog that enveloped the battlefield. Next to the wreckage of the flying armored vehicle, hundreds of thick gunpowder smoke spread out, and countless black dust condensed into clouds that covered the lakeside, blocking people's sight. .
Accompanied by the deafening terrifying screeching screeching, the flat-shot phalanxes of both the Federation and the Empire opened fire at the same time. The filaments of light were denser than the majestic heavy rain, tearing the air above the lake at high speed, and tens of thousands of fine red filaments of light. , melted the last remaining fog in the air and landed on the opponent's position.
Each thin filament is a dense array of projectiles, and tens of thousands of projectiles exploded on the lakeside fields at the same time.
The black soil in the forefront area was completely lifted up by the intense and intensive bombardment. There were countless miserable holes in the alloy bunker temporarily constructed by the engineering mecha, and even Xu Le and others who were standing at the foot of Wuming Peak more than ten kilometers away. , feel the earth trembling slightly.
From time to time, artillery fire fell on the lake. Although the probability of the shells fired by the Phalanx was not high, but because the frequency of the battlefield firing was too high at this time, the lake between the two armies, which was originally as quiet as a mirror, began to rise. Wave after wave of climaxes, the water blooms mixed with the muddy mud at the bottom of the lake, and countless silverfish corpses that were shaken to death began to pile up on the lake beach.
Xiong Linquan and others stood at the foot of Wuming Peak, silently watching the distant battlefield through the telephoto device in the individual soldier's helmet, with extremely complicated expressions on their faces.
Because of the distance from the battlefield, the violent explosion sounded into their eardrums, and it became a little dull and light, but they could feel the momentum of the ground shaking, and they couldn't hear the screams on the battlefield. , but you can imagine how many comrades in arms were screaming and dying.
Just when they sighed or hadn't had time to express their emotions, the federal and imperial mecha units on the battlefield began to charge. Hundreds of the most advanced military mechas in the universe were stepping on the soft ground and waving fire-breathing machines. The arms collided like two unstoppable axe!
Since the Federation successfully developed the MX mecha and the Empire successfully developed the wolf-tooth mecha, the military mecha is no longer synonymous with clumsiness, but has become a terrifying war machine with a perfect combination of mobility and destructive power, and has become the main force in frontal legion operations. .
In this cosmic war that has lasted for several years, countless MX and wolf-tooth mechas have launched fierce battles on the surface of dozens of planets, and the images of black and blue icy alloy torrents colliding are staged from time to time.
However, seeing the heroic battle of hundreds of mechas advancing at a high speed today, everyone under Wuming Peak still felt an unprecedented throbbing, as if they could clearly hear the sturdy alloy armors twisting and deforming under the high-speed collision. A terrifying sound, as if hearing the click of Darling's revolving machine gun as it sprayed a rain of bullets.
Clashes, shots, snaps, explosions.
It's all drums.
The sound of war drums.
The main forces of the Federation and the Empire who fought in the decisive battle between the lakeside plains definitely exceeded the establishment of the four reorganized mecha divisions. At the moment when the Battle of the Straits has entered an irreversible end, the Southwest Theater, which has been fighting fiercely for two months, will also usher in the final victory.
The Federation's support for the Southwest Theater has arrived, and the two reserve mecha battalions that the Empire has been holding in the palm of their hand have also thrown in.
The overall battle situation is at a disadvantage, and the imperial military, which must shrink and maintain a defensive posture in the next six months, will definitely do whatever it takes to keep the southwest area that has important military mineral resources and can guard the northward route.
What is puzzling is that the federal military showed an extremely decisive attitude in this battle, and it was definitely not just for the retreat of the front-line troops.
The team members at the foot of Wuming Peak, with their positions, naturally did not know the strategic significance of this decisive battle for the Federation.
They just looked at the terrifying frontal battlefield, and when they remembered the encounter yesterday, they felt a little scared and a little bit lucky. If they got rid of it a little slower at that time, and all the Imperial Vanguard Battalion was overwhelmed, they would never be able to survive.
The mood of the team members was a little low, strangely low-they should have been boiling blood at this moment, joining their own troops to attack the enemy of the empire, but now they can only stand in a very distant place and watch silently, like a bystander.
"Leave before you're found."
Xu Le retracted his gaze and said to the team members, "Adjust the previous route and walk into the fog. Wherever there is fog, we will go wherever we can, and dig as deep as possible."
The lonely onlookers quietly left Wuming Peak and plunged back into the thick fog that remained at the southern foot of the mountain. They walked in the fog, walking silently, not knowing where to go, but knowing that the farther away from the battlefield, the better.
However, on the vast land of this ink flower planet, starting from three years ago, the green mountains and clear waters are full of battlefields. How could they hide
"Number?"
"Eleventh Division Scouting Battalion."
"Who is the battalion commander?"
Xiong Linquan turned to look at Dongfangyu, Dongfangyu said a name in the shape of his mouth, he raised his brows, couldn't believe it, and hesitantly replied, "Nanshan thief?"
Dongfang Yu sighed weakly, thinking that your eyesight is too poor, how can you see Nan Shan Zhen as a Nan Shan thief
On the other side of the thick fog, a narrow path could be seen between the two boulders. The federal soldier at the other end of the path asked in a deep voice, "Why is there no authentication signal?"
Walking in the thick fog, it is difficult to see objects more than ten meters away. In order to prevent the signal from overflowing, Xiong Linquan ordered the team to turn off all monitoring equipment. It was impossible to predict what kind of situation they would encounter, so they were extremely unlucky. A federal soldier who was left alone or on an observation post.
Fortunately, when he was on his way earlier, Dongfang Yu made a dirty joke in Federal language in order to mock Xu Le for disregarding discipline, otherwise the team would most likely be shot by the opponent.
Thinking of this, Xiong Linquan was a little scared, and he couldn't answer the other party's question about the lack of friend and foe authentication, which made him feel even heavier at this time.
He clenched the heavy gun in his hand, looked back sternly at the players who had entered the fighting position, slowly opened his right hand, and stretched out two fingers to swipe horizontally.
The mountain cannons and beads disappeared into the thick fog like ghosts. What made Xiong Linquan feel a little more relaxed was that Xu Le had disappeared ahead of time.
Between the rocks on the other side of the fog, there were several muffled sounds.
Xu Le retracted his palms, crouched beside the two stunned federal soldiers, pulled out the audio cable from the opponent's individual soldier's helmet, connected it to his marching backpack, listened for a moment in silence, and said, "Good luck, two observation posts. , it should be the tail troops released by a certain department, they haven't had time to report the situation, we have a chance to slip away."
Taking advantage of the thick fog, they set off again. Because they were too close to the federal reconnaissance team, the team members didn't even dare to breathe loudly. They just silently looked at the blurry figure over the thick fog with a strange expression on their faces. .
There are his own troops, but they can't see each other when they are close by. It's like a wanderer who sees the door but can't walk in, so he can only pass by quietly.
Or passing by.
I don't know when, the team walked out of the thickest fog area, Shan Pao turned back and glanced behind, thinking of the federal troops passing by, the expression on his face was a little low, while the monkey beside him bowed his head fiercely. Wiped his eyes.
Xiong Linquan's expression is also ugly. What he is most worried about now is that the team's supplies are seriously insufficient, and there are not many ammunition. After walking out of the fog area and then out of the electronic shielding cloud, the team will definitely face more dangers. What should we do then? manage
The only thing he could comfort himself was that it was not far from Camp No. 1. Lao Gu, who spent three years feeding himself into a fat pig, as long as he was still alive, there must be a lot of good things hidden.
Xu Le looked at the expression on his face and comforted him: "We all know the character of Lao Gu, whoever dies he's not dead yet."
"That's right." Xiong Linquan shook his head and chuckled, "When I followed you into Charter Square, he was the only old guy who didn't run away, but he was the first to surrender."
"You kid killed the officials of the investigation team, even if you surrendered, you will die, so why should I surrender? Now our biggest question is, why the fuck are you so fucking heavy, you've shed so much blood, why are you so fucking heavy? !"
Having spent three years in the cooking class of the new seventeenth division, Gu Xifeng, who was obviously fatter than before, was running wildly in the jungle at this time.
It's a pity that his runners have attitude but no speed. His round and thick legs are almost unable to move. Bean-sized sweat drops from his face from time to time.
The pale Da Vinci said weakly on his back: "Damn, waste is waste, is I as important as you? You hide in the cooking class every day to chew on wild boar feet, and you are not afraid of HTD bureau trouble in the empire. If you want to divide Laozi and the two, you still don't."
Gu Xifeng gasped heavily, and said in an annoyed trembling voice, "Who the hell is this trash? "
"You still rhyme with leisurely feelings and ambitions, I don't know how to use this strength on your legs!"
Da Vinci scolded anxiously: "I said before, don't play with circuits all the time, but also practice lower physical fitness. Look who the fuck is as weak as you among the old guys?"
The gunshots sounded again in the forest queen, and the white bark of the tree trunk was splashing, but Da Vinci seemed to have not seen it at all, and continued to accuse angrily: "That is, the boss and the old Bai are too spoiled, and we will end up like this. level!"
"Bullshit..."
Gu Xifeng gasped and retorted, but before he could finish the second half of his words, Da Vinci pushed him hard from behind and fell heavily on the grass.
A rocket hit from the forest, and after the explosion, the grass was stained with blood, and it was as poignant as twilight.