The muzzle was raised, then lowered.
In the end, the lieutenant and the officer beside him did not pull the trigger. Xu Le, who should have felt comforted by their hesitation, should feel even more comforted. Although the people in the military were used to seeing life and death, when faced with someone like Xu Le, they still could not so easily decide his life and death.
Probably sensing that something had happened in the car, the twenty or so armored vehicles that were slowly moving forward stopped in a small square in the middle of an empty commercial building.
The door of the car opened, and an officer of the Iron Seventh Division walked in with a cold expression. After confirming the situation, he frowned and stared at the lieutenant who had been specially chosen to carry out the mission. He coldly said, "If you don't have a good reason, I think the commander will be very satisfied with your previous actions."
Hearing the word 'commander', the lieutenant, who had put down his gun, began to breathe rapidly. His eyes were bloodshot from the struggle. He laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly and slowly said, "Back then at Yellow Mountain Ridge, I was only a squad leader. If it wasn't for Colonel Xu Le controlling the MX, my entire squad would have been trampled into meat paste by the Empire's mechas."
The lieutenant shook his head and calmly said, "Sir, I'm very sorry, but I can't do it."
The high-ranking officer was silent for a moment. He waved his hand and signaled for the officer behind him to drag the lieutenant out. After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Le with a cold gaze. "Instructor, we are soldiers. We have to obey the orders of our superiors. Please understand."
Hearing the term 'instructor', Xu Le narrowed his eyes and looked over. In the dim light, he clearly saw the officer's face. He was relieved. This person was not Zhou Yu, but the officer with the surname Chang, whose right leg he had smashed on the field back then.
"This is just a small interlude." Major Chang looked at him mockingly. "You don't need to be too surprised. No matter what, there will be someone who will send you to that dark world. No one will allow you to walk out of this armored vehicle."
As his voice fell, the small square of the commercial district under the night sky suddenly rang out with a very low roar. These low rumbling sounds came from the darkness between the buildings, shaking people's eardrums, shaking the ground slightly, and shaking the billboards on the street as if they were being blown by a strong wind, extremely uneasy.
Major Chang frowned as he looked out. At the same time, the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division on the armored vehicles also looked out warily.
For them, who had been through hundreds of battles on the battlefield, this sound was all too familiar. Every time the smoke rose and the Empire's bullets rained down, as long as they heard this low rumble, they would feel much calmer and more confident. This was because this was the unique rumble of the dual engines of the Federation's military MX mecha.
However, as they were carrying out a secret military mission tonight, when they heard this familiar rumble of mecha engines, their hearts were filled with infinite nervousness. This was because in the original plan, not a single mecha from the Iron Seventh Division had been mobilized. Then, where did these mecha coming from in the darkness of the night come from?
The officers inside and outside the armored vehicle that Xu Le was in, as well as the few officers who knew the details of tonight's mission, very naturally connected the dots. They abruptly became alert and quickly ordered the entire fleet to enter a strategic state!
— — Everyone knew that Xu Le was the designer of the MX mecha, and the 17th Armored Division he was in, along with the Iron Seventh Division, were the only two divisions of the Federation military that were fully integrated with mecha. Could it be that these mecha lurking in the darkness, approaching at high speed … were from the 17th Armored Division?!
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More than ten completely black military MX mecha suddenly appeared from the darkness of the night like specters. From the streets and alleys surrounding the small square, they charged towards the fleet at high speed. The group of black mecha that had already transformed into their human forms were silent and solemn, instantly transforming from specters into invincible steel giants!
The armored combat team of the Iron Seventh Division felt as if those black shadows that were far taller than the streetlights were a tangible fear that enveloped their hearts and loomed over their heads. At this moment, they felt as if they had returned to the battlefield on Planet 3320,5460, where the flames of war raged. No, it was even scarier than that, because they were facing the most powerful MX mecha of the Federation!
What made the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division feel the most incomparably cold was that, due to the special requirements of tonight's secret military mission, all of the armored vehicles' remote control systems and automatic fire systems had been modified. In this extremely short period of time, there was no way they could make an effective response at all.
"Identity confirmed!"
"Identity confirmed!"
The communications officer of the armored combat team shouted at the mecha charging at them at high speed through the system. At the same time, he quickly activated the battlefield identification system. Major Chang solemnly stared at the command terminal on his wrist. After a few seconds, his expression suddenly relaxed.
The black MX mecha still didn't slow down their charging speed, nor did they respond to the call of the Iron Seventh Division. However, the MX mecha quickly transmitted a series of codes into the identification system.
Every division of the Federation had their own unique battlefield codes. According to the chaotic operation mode developed by the Federal Academy of Science, the codes were automatically updated 24 hours a day. This kind of top-secret code could only be fully matched by the people of the division. Even the high-ranking departments of the Department of National Defense couldn't copy this code before the complete battlefield system was activated.
Major Chang was very sure that this group of black mecha that had appeared out of the darkness was the mecha of the Iron Seven Division. He immediately ordered all the combat personnel to stop attacking to prevent the absurd scene of them fighting each other.
Thick confusion and doubt surged into his mind. When had the division sent a group of black mecha over? Why did the pilots not respond to his own shouts in the system? Most importantly, what were they here for?
From the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Le tied to an alloy frame in the dark corner of the armored vehicle. Major Chang vaguely guessed the answer. He couldn't help but frown. Could the division use this kind of method to hide it from the Department of National Defense and the 17th Division? What kind of person was Instructor Xu Le? Why did they mobilize so many mecha to kill him?
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At that time, the situation had changed so quickly that no one had time to keep up with it. Naturally, there was no time to think. Less than three seconds after the Iron Seven Division's armored vehicles received the order not to shoot, more than ten black MXs from the surrounding streets rushed into the small square where the armored vehicles were located. The black mecha at the front raised its heavy mechanical arm without hesitation and smashed it down viciously at one of the armored vehicles.
With a loud boom, the soft tracks of the armoured vehicle were shattered into pieces. Smoke and dust shot out from the bottom of the vehicle as if it was about to fly. In fact, after being struck by the black mecha, the sturdy cabin of the armoured vehicle was suddenly flattened and then stubbornly sprang up from the ground. It really did look like a small spaceship that was about to take off.
The officers of the Iron Seventh Division in the armored vehicle were knocked out of the cabin. Their bodies were bruised all over. Although there were no fatal injuries, they were still a little dazed by the terrifying attack.
Especially Major Chang, who was sent flying by the shockwave to the side of the street next to a trash can. He stared in shock at the tall black mecha not far in front of him. He thought to himself that even if it was an act to hide from the investigation, these mecha were too dangerous.
Under the heavy blow of the black mecha's mechanical arm, although the sturdy armored vehicle was severely deformed, it surprisingly didn't fall apart. Only the most fragile part of the armor at the top of the vehicle was torn apart by the tremendous force. With a second heavy blow from the black mecha, the crack was directly torn apart. The deformed armor plate flew miserably far away and landed heavily on the street with a muffled thud.
Xu Le, who was tied tightly to the metal frame, fell heavily and landed on the ground. There was a bloody cut on the side of his face. Suddenly, he found that the armor plate on top of his head had disappeared. He couldn't help but squint. The sparse stars in the night sky. He hadn't seen them for only a few hours, but it felt like centuries had passed. The two moons were nowhere to be seen. Could it be that you couldn't bear to watch this vicious massacre?
The black MX mecha stood in front of the armored vehicle. It was like a giant looking down coldly at the toy car that a child was riding in. If it wanted to, it could trample this toy car into pieces at any time.
With a sharp sound, a sharp alloy blade popped out from the front end of the black mech's right arm. The blade spun quickly, emitting a cold light. Then, it swung down heavily into the armored vehicle. The cold blade, which seemed to be larger than a human's body, ruthlessly slashed at Xu Le's immobile body. It was like a giant weapon used by an ancient god, mercilessly slashing at a lowly kitten.
Xu Le didn't seem to see the giant alloy blade coming at him at all. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the starry sky through the narrowing gap. Perhaps he knew that this was the last time he would see it, so his gaze was exceptionally calm, but also a little greedy.
At this moment, the small plaza of the commercial district under the cover of the thick night seemed to have sunk into absolute silence. The black MX mecha that had invaded the inner circle of the armored fleet still had their engines roaring. All the sounds had disappeared. The soldiers of the Iron Seven Division had complicated expressions as they looked at the heavily damaged armored vehicle and the gleam of the alloy blade that shone with a desolate light in the night. They knew that someone was about to die. They roughly understood that the story of a certain hero would end tonight.
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The heavy alloy blade of the mecha slid past Xu Le's eyes, past the tip of his nose, and then viciously slashed between his legs, sending up a spray of unusually bright sparks.
No one could describe the accuracy of this attack, or rather, the precision of this attack. The difficulty of this attack was like a person holding a kitchen knife and accurately slicing sesame seeds on a chopping board into two perfect semicircles. If one considered that this kind of operation was done by a clumsy mecha from the conventional concept, one could imagine the fearsomeness of this attack. Even Xu Le himself would not be able to execute such a perfect attack at any time and place.
Then came two crisp sounds. The tall black MX was like a cold killer, swinging its alloy blade into the armored vehicle, accurately chopping at the hard joints of the alloy frame. No matter how strong the shackles were, in front of the black mecha's heavy and crazy chopping, they were as fragile as a young girl's straw bracelet.
Xu Le narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. His chest suddenly rose and fell. The layers of restraints on his body instantly tore apart with a hiss. The shards of the high-density fiber restraints fluttered in the air under the streetlights and dim starlight like butterflies breaking out of their cocoons.
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