In the forest in the distance, light yellow leaves were swept away by the autumn wind. The officers in the temporary command post of Iron Seventh Division watched as the silver mecha swept away the black mecha in the field like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. Gradually, they became solemn and silent.
The fact that the silver MXT mecha was able to avoid the fixed point attacks of the battleship's main cannons and Blazing Missiles was already an incredible feat. However, it still suffered such a heavy blow. The staff officers of Iron Seventh Division didn't expect that the battered mecha that looked like it could explode at any time could actually hold on for so long under the siege of 70% of the entire division.
"Xu Le is very strong, and with the MXT specially made for him by Nutshell, he's even stronger. This mecha doesn't have any long-range weapons system, and its weight is reduced by 12%. With the turbo boost and his control, it's also in an overclocked state, and its speed is much faster than a normal MX. Now that we've entered a new battle mode where close combat is king, the difference in speed is basically the difference between life and death. After the battle, inform Nutshell that all the long-range weapons systems of our division's mechas are to be removed. "
"Yes, Commander."
Du Shaoqing's voice sounded in the temporary command post of Iron Seventh Division. He looked at the MXT mecha that was whistling through the air like a silver bullet on the screen, and after a moment of silence, he said coldly,
"Such precise, perfect, and simple control. No one on the battlefield can match him except for Colonel Li Feng. As an Empire citizen, the stronger he is, the more dangerous he is. Pass down my order, all mechas retreat to the east and enter roaming combat mode. Don't let him leave. "
Until now, the officers of Iron Seventh Division in the temporary command post still didn't believe that the Federation hero in the silver mecha was really an Empire citizen. However, no one dared to disobey the orders of their commander.
Du Shaoqing took his sunglasses and stood up. His eyes were as sharp as a goshawk's as he looked at the hologram. He observed every tiny movement of the silver-white MXT in the midst of the fierce battle and gradually understood something. He silently thought to himself, Since you've already given up on breaking out of the encirclement and are even prepared to give up your life, then I'll fulfill your wish.
"All units, begin the attack."
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The soldiers of the Iron Seven Division, who covered the mountains and plains, fell into an extremely complicated and inexplicable mental state, which was extremely rare, before the battle began. However, when the battle began, the most elite troops of the Federation quickly dispelled all the distracting thoughts from their minds and entered battle mode.
With the order of the temporary command center to launch an all-out attack, the Iron Seventh Division instantly blossomed with unstoppable power in the autumn field. Hidden in the hillside, the dense formation in the foundation pit fired fiercely and rhythmically, and all kinds of heavy firepower equipment also played along with it.
When the precision-guided rocket flew over the vole's head, the electromagnetic beam bomb began to shoot at close range. The concentrated firepower seized every opportunity to attack the silver-white MXT that was as agile as a ghost.
The heavy weapons equipped in every position coordinated perfectly. What was even more frightening was that the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division who were operating these weapons could still be so calm in the face of such a terrifying enemy like the MXT. It was as if every one of them had nerves of steel and didn't care about the momentary gains and losses. Even when they gave up on the dense formation at the foot of the mountain, they were still so calm, without any hesitation or regret.
The ninety-odd black MXT mecha spread out with a roar, roaming around the periphery of the ambush circle. Every time the silver-white MXT mecha tried to burst out with maximum speed, two black mecha would charge forward fearlessly, stopping it at the cost of their own mecha exploding.
Under Xu Le's control, the silver-white MXT mech's entire body trembled strangely. Its twin engines rumbled dully as it drew a straight and hard to capture line after line across the field. It narrowly avoided the attacks of most of the heavy weapons, sending a black mech in front of it flying with a single clash. Finally, it broke through the dense formation at the foot of the mountain.
However, the dense formation that had posed the greatest threat to the MXT mecha was already empty. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division had already retreated. What greeted it was a sea of flames that suddenly exploded, and the blue arcs of electricity that shot up into the sky!
In order to avenge his father's humiliation, Du Shaoqing had gathered all his energy and talent to create such a steel-like elite force. Even if the person inside the mecha was called Xu Le, if they still had to pay a heavy price, it would undoubtedly be a great humiliation.
This force that had grown up under Du Shaoqing's strict military discipline and high-intensity training was like a perfectly functioning cold machine. More than ten thousand soldiers in various groups of heavy mecha were like countless components in a machine, important or inconspicuous. They didn't need to think, only to obey. Under the command of Division Commander Du Shaoqing and the staff, they coordinated seamlessly with terrifying speed, not leaving any loopholes for the enemy to exploit.
This was the true strength of the Iron Seventh Division that had not lost a single battle in ten years of military exercises.
From the beginning of this battle, the outcome had already been decided.
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Amidst the smoke-filled fields, the silver-white MXT mech was struck in the waist by a rocket projectile fired at high speed inwards. After enduring multiple impacts, the sturdy outer armor finally could not withstand the final force of the impact and flipped over tragically, revealing the alloy skeleton and fragile structure within.
The silver-white MXT crashed to the ground, then stood up. Its right arm kicked up a cloud of dirt, shaking off the electromagnetic beam that had exploded in front of it. However, right after that, the MXT was hit again. With a dull thud, the mecha fell to the ground, then stood up again.
Little White Flower was stained with a thick layer of smoke. The originally smooth body of the mecha was protruding in several places. The dark-colored engine oil began to leak from its abdomen. The hydraulic pipe at the left mechanical arm had already been blown apart, and liquid kept dripping into the soft field. It looked like it was bleeding.
The remaining quick-burning ammunition from the dense bombardment burned on the lower half of the MXT mecha. However, the mecha didn't stop moving. It continued to move forward with difficulty in the midst of the flying artillery fire. Its left mechanical leg, which had already lost its supporting function, dragged behind, carving a deep mark in the field.
The already charred Little White Flower's mecha was like a warrior walking in flames. Its left leg was already lame, but it dragged its heavy and tired body forward. There was no direction, only forward.
A high-speed armor-piercing bullet whizzed over. The heavily damaged Little White Flower's mecha, which had already lost most of its mobility, couldn't make its usual simple dodging movements. The twin engines behind its waist roared, and it could only take one step forward with great difficulty.
Boom! The already crippled left mechanical leg that was dragging behind was hit hard. With a terrifying cracking sound, it suddenly broke in the middle!
The heavy Little White Flower's mecha slowly fell to the side. However, right before it was about to topple, its right mechanical arm suddenly bent down. The badly deformed alloy knife that was no longer sharp stabbed deeply into the soft ground, barely holding up the body of the mecha.
Little White Flower's left mechanical arm slowly raised. The Darlin's autocannon at the front began to rotate at high speed, silently pointing at the slowly approaching group of black mechas.
In the several square meters of the field with it as the center, there were more than ten wreckages of black mechas scattered around.
The heavy firepower launching base in the forest suddenly stopped roaring. The black mechas that gradually surrounded them also didn't immediately carry out the next step of attack.
Perhaps it was out of respect for the MXT mecha and the man in the cockpit of the mecha, or perhaps it was because they remembered how they had fought side by side on the battlefield at 5460 Yellow Mountain Ridge, but the entire Iron Seven Division fell silent.
The world was silent. Only the low humming sound of the Darlin's autocannon on the broken mecha's left mechanical arm rotating at high speed could be heard.
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Du Shaoqing, who had arrived at the foot of the mountain, looked at the broken mecha in the field. It was pathetically half-kneeling but still refused to give up resisting. The hands that were holding the sunglasses behind his back suddenly tightened. However, his face didn't show any emotion. In a low voice, he said, "Kill yourself."
The simple but extremely oppressive voice was quickly transmitted through the battlefield microphone to the broken mecha two kilometers away. However, the person inside didn't respond. The autocannon at the front of the left mechanical arm was still humming and rotating at high speed.
Du Shaoqing looked calmly in that direction. Due to the faint trace of respect in the depths of his heart, Du Shaoqing didn't ask Xu Le to surrender. Instead, he asked him to choose suicide. In his opinion, no matter who it was, even if he was facing the situation that Xu Le was currently facing, suicide was the best way to escape.
The mountains were deathly silent. After who knew how much time had passed, Du Shaoqing's brow furrowed slightly. He reached out his right hand and took a heavy sniper rifle from the hands of his personal service officer. Then, with a perfect and impeccable gun-holding motion, he took aim at the mecha in the distance.
There was only one sniper rifle in the world that could pierce through mechas, and that was the ACW.
There were only two ACWs produced in the entire Federation. One of them was rumored to have fallen into the hands of some big shot in South Kezhou, which meant that it was in the hands of Lin Banshan. The ACW that Du Shaoqing held tightly with both hands had originally belonged to Shi Qinghai. It was the one that was shot down at the edge of Charter Square during the Iron Seventh Division's handling of the Parliament Hill incident in the spring.
This ACW had once bombed Medellin and killed the Vice President of the Federation. Today, it might take away a very famous soul.
For Xu Le, who was in that broken mecha, if he had to die, then dying under the guns of Young Master Shi's companions was probably not a bad choice.
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But it was obvious that someone didn't think so. A burly figure, with a completely opposite nimble movement, quietly swept through the crowd and pounced on Du Shaoqing.
No one knew how he blended in with the troops of the Iron Seventh Division. No one knew how such a burly, strong, and violent body could hide from the eyes of countless soldiers and approach the heavily guarded area like a ghost.
At this moment, the elite special guards beside Du Shaoqing displayed extremely excellent military training and reaction speed, raising the guns in their hands with a clatter.
However, at that moment, the burly man was less than two meters away from Du Shaoqing. The cold muzzle of the high-powered Langer pistol in his hand was firmly aimed at the back of Du Shaoqing's head.
"Put the gun down, or I'll shoot you!"
He had followed the mecha of the Iron Seventh Division from the port all the way to this mountainous area. Even as strong as he was, his body felt extremely tired at that moment. However, his wrist holding the gun was still as steady as ever. Under the aim of dozens of machines, his voice was still as arrogant as ever. It was filled with an undeniable ruthlessness.
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