The Empire's Wolf Mech lay on the snowfield like a frozen giant corpse. A moment later, one-third of it was covered by the wind and snow. It looked miserable.
This was the Imperial expeditionary force's most advanced mech. The pilot inside was the most powerful Level 4 mech warrior in the Imperial armies. However, he had been defeated so thoroughly.
However, the senior officers of the Empire who had been silently watching the battle did not show any signs of relief or fear because of this scene. Through these few days of battle, they had preliminarily confirmed the identity of the pilot in the Federation's white mech. Today's challenge was just a final confirmation to unify the thinking of the army command.
The Norman officer's light blue eyes flashed with a trace of mockery. In a cold voice, he said, "Everyone, I don't care which army you were in the past. Don't forget, your army is gone. Now I am in command of this battle … This may be our last battle, so I hope you can listen to my command."
As the most trusted subordinate of the Imperial expeditionary force's commander, Lieutenant General Ambly, the Norman officer had taken over the command of the army. He did not turn around. Using his blue eyes, he looked at the Federation's position in the distance. He said softly, "I think you should understand now that the Federation forces have used up all their electromagnetic beam bombs. They are not deliberately luring our mech warriors to charge …"
An Imperial colonel behind him frowned and said, "The mech has charged a few times. They did not use any electromagnetic beam bombs, but what's the difference between this and today? How can you be sure?"
"Because that pilot is called Xu Le. The General Staff Department has done the calculations. In three days, he has fought 12 times consecutively. No matter how good he is, he should not be able to hold on much longer. If the Federation's commander had other methods, he would definitely not dare to risk letting him fight again. "
"The style of a mech battle can determine the current physical condition of the pilot. Don't you think his performance today was too fierce and anxious?"
"As for why the Federation's commander should not let the Federation pilot take the risk … If you had watched more of the Federation's television programs, perhaps you would have understood better."
The Norman officer recalled the scene when the old general had asked him to learn the language of the Federation. He could not help but have a slight expression on his face. He wondered if the old general had recovered after returning to the base below the glacier, and if he had woken up from his coma.
If it wasn't for the fact that General Umbrey was unconscious and unable to command, this ambush wouldn't have been so difficult.
Norman thought gloomily. His blue eyes flashed with a hint of decisiveness as he said, "Follow the original plan. The First Temporarily Reorganized Brigade of the Snowfield would launch its attack at twelve o'clock that evening. Second Temporary Reorganized Brigade in reserve … "
The words stopped there. This outstanding young officer of the Empire had long given up on the idea of returning to his hometown. He only wanted to command a beautiful ambush battle and die in the snow border. Unfortunately, a bullet flew from the sky and hit him, stopping his beautiful plan.
With a muffled bang, a streak of blood spurted out from his eye socket, shattering the deep blue pupils into pieces that merged with the white clouds. Almost at the same time, an even larger streak of blood spurted out from the back of his head.
The Norman officer, who was missing a large chunk of his head, fell heavily into the snow. He did not even struggle or twitch. He died just like that.
The soldiers in front of the barracks of the Imperial expeditionary force stared with wide eyes. It took a moment for them to come to their senses. Cries of alarm and anger rose and fell one after another. They began to angrily search for the Federation snipers around the camp.
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On a snow hill three kilometers away, the surface of the snow trembled slightly. A high-speed sniper bullet that could not be seen with the naked eye flew out from the soft snow and killed an Imperial high-ranking officer. The black gravel on the snow silently sank like a supernatural event. The storm rolled the snow around on the ground. In an instant, all traces were buried, leaving behind only a vast expanse of white. It was truly clean.
In the underground snow cave, Shi Qinghai wiped the ice from his beard. He panted slightly as he closed the ballistic calculation program. Then, he hugged the cold ACW rifle and began to rest again.
He was not worried that the Empire would be able to calculate his position through the trajectory and find him to begin a vicious pursuit. The ACW was the Federal military's most powerful single soldier long-range weapon. Because it was extremely expensive, only three of them had been produced. They had never been assigned to the frontline troops. The Empire would never have imagined that this planet actually had a sniper rifle that could accurately blow up a person's head from three kilometers away. Therefore, it was very difficult for their search range to extend to his hiding place.
He did not use tungsten alloy tail fins, nor did he use the magnetic resonance killing effect. He also did not use the high-velocity composite armor-piercing hard ink bullets that could penetrate a mech's alloy shield at short range. Shi Qinghai only used the most common standard sniper bullet of the ACW to complete this difficult, silent, and tedious, yet earth-shattering mission of hiding for several days.
In order to satisfy his obsession of dying a beautiful death, he hid in the snow cave until he did not know the sun. Only when he saw the icy tears flowing out of his eyes did he finally find the opportunity to choose the Imperial officer who was clearly an important character and who stood proudly at the very front.
It was a pity that pair of mesmerizing blue eyes.
In the gloomy snow cave, Shi Qinghai relaxed and closed his eyes. Because of his thinness, the corners of his lips were deeply sunken. Gradually, a trace of a proud smile appeared. It was extremely enchanting.
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The Federation did not have any information on the electromagnetic beam bomb. Because of the wrong judgment of the Norman officer, they came to a similar conclusion. Because of this point, the Empire's attack did not stop because of the sudden death of the highest commander. They did not even appear to be panicking.
More than five thousand soldiers of the Empire, under the cover of a few armored vehicles and mechs, silently and quickly split into three directions. Under the accompaniment of the night, they launched their final frenzied attack on the Green Dragon Mountain camp.
The whistling sound of bullets pierced through the sky. The bright light of the explosions illuminated the entire snowy plains. The flares fired by the Green Dragon Mountain troops were like the lanterns of the S3 Flowing Fire Festival. They quietly hung in the air. However, after a short moment, they were blown away by the snowstorm and quickly extinguished. They were extremely resentful, but they could no longer find the feeling of quietly falling.
"The 30 degrees east position has been broken through!"
"The second anti-infantry mine array is ready to detonate. 3! 2！ 1！ Detonate! "
"Hold the line for me! Hold the line for me! "
Within the headquarters of the Green Dragon Mountain vanguard group, there were anxious and hoarse shouts like this. Fortunately, during the day, the command system had already been completely repaired. After being isolated outside the snowy peaks, the two reinforced battalions that had not received any news for several days finally stepped onto the path of the entire army. They just so happened to be at the edge of the war zone, restraining a large portion of the Empire's main force's energy. Otherwise, this highland might have long been taken down by the Empire.
Even so, the battle situation was still tense and dangerous to the extreme. All around the highland, there were soldiers of the Empire who did not fear death and even longed to return to their homeland. This kind of charge that did not care about the price of death was something that even the well-trained and disciplined Green Dragon Mountain troops could not hold on for much longer.
The mechanical repair company had been thrown in, the logistics soldiers had also been thrown in. The majority of the entire regiment headquarters had been thrown into the frontlines of the battle. Therefore, the camp seemed somewhat empty. The anxious voices of the staff officers, under the influence of the echoes, seemed somewhat hollow and heavy.
At this kind of time, specific orders could no longer bring too much of an effect to the battle situation. The anxious and hoarse voice of orders in the room could only give the frontlines some mental encouragement, telling those soldiers who were fighting bravely while bathed in blood that the regiment headquarters was still there. They had not left, they had not surrendered, and they had not fallen.
Commander Li Ming passed the last cup of coffee to Shang Qiu beside him. Within his sunken eyes, there was no sorrow, nor was there despair. He and his troops had already done everything they could. All that was left was to see what kind of fate the heavens would arrange for them.
Shang Qiu gripped the handle of the coffee cup tightly. Her square-rimmed glasses held an extremely complicated, indescribable emotion. She did not know if she would be able to survive tonight, but she was more worried about the safety of Xu Le and the others.
Two battered white MXT mecha stood guard at the most dangerous part of the battlefield in the dark night, like hungry wolves or tired tigers. Although the controls of the mecha were messy and sluggish, they still valiantly slaughtered all the Empire mecha that pounced at them. The two people in the cockpit were already in the most dangerous situation. The speed at which Bai Yulan's trembling hands entered the controls was already unimaginably slow.
Holding onto Dalin's rotary machine gun, Xiong Linquan, who stood guard at the lower edge of the high ground, continued to fire fiercely like a god. He swept the densely packed Empire soldiers to the ground, but there was no end to them … tonight, he did not have the protection of the old members of Group 7 by his side. The hard ceramic bulletproof vest on his body had long been destroyed in several places. Perhaps the next bullet would end his angry roar.
Right at the most dangerous moment, the trapped Green Dragon Mountain troops let out a final roar, forcibly halting the relentless onslaught of the Empire soldiers. No one had given up yet, because they believed that their own troops, the Federation troops, would definitely come to their aid. As long as they could hold on for another hour, even if it was just one minute, perhaps a miracle would happen.
Boom boom boom! Concentrated explosions rang out below the high ground. Bright light flashed … but did not disappear immediately. Because in the flat area of the snowy valley in the southwest direction, a bright flare was rising in spirals.
Beneath the light, the silhouette of a Federation MX mecha could be seen within.
Immediately after, to the left and right of this Federation MX mecha, on the black line at the edge of the snowy high ground nearly 30 kilometres away, a second, a third … more than ten Federation MX mecha lined up in a row, appearing within the people's field of vision. Then, without any hesitation, they charged towards the battlefield at high speed.
Further behind them, who knew how many Federation heavy armoured vehicles were rushing over at full speed. The heavy humming of their engines converged in one place, piercing through the heavens. The faint rumbling of their engines could be heard faintly.
In the deep winter of Year 69 of the Constitutional Era, the 1st Regiment of the new 17th Division, rushing to the aid of the ambushed Green Dragon Mountain troops, finally arrived at the battlefield under the leadership of Lieutenant Colonel He Lei. Using a rigid and arduous but effective net-drawing method, the countless mecha and vehicles were like countless sharp military swords, maintaining a net-spread pattern as they charged viciously into the snowy plains.
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