() By the time I ran with all my strength, the short battle was over.

The bombed-out cab of the transport vehicle was still emitting smoke. The cockpit of the operational mecha that had been destroyed by the energy-gathering warhead was still flickering with sparks. The body lying in the snow had not yet cooled down and was cold.

There is also a very strong smell of gunpowder smoke in the breath.

All twelve of them were lying here, one at a time.

"Plop"

My joints seemed to have lost all their strength, and I sat down in the snow. This was not the first time I had failed since serving in the military. In fact, I had been defeated by many people because of such and such character flaws, such as the Slavic ***,

Also like Captain Korninov and Major "Blue Blade" Orlov. I can afford to lose in these cases, and I am convinced to lose, but the most intolerable thing about me is letting others pay for my mistakes.

For example, this time, because of my mistakes, more than a dozen of the most loyal soldiers to the Republic lost their lives.

The pain of feeling as if I had murdered them was indescribable, and I thought I was almost going crazy.

"Cough...cough cough..."

A faint cough sounded in the small battlefield. My first reaction was that God opened my eyes and there were still people alive.

I scrambled to my feet, pawing through the snow almost like a dog. I stumbled countless times, and finally rolled to the side of that person. It was a man who had been shot three times in the abdomen and in the face.

The face of the man who had been shot was both gray and blood-red. I looked hard for a long time before I recognized him as Second Lieutenant Du Bei, who I had been chatting with for a while.

"Hey, Lieutenant, how are you?"

I patted his face and asked anxiously.

"Nonsense...if someone was hit three or four times with a rifle bullet, would he still be fine?" Du Bei's breath was very weak, as if it would break at any time, "Damn it, I didn't expect the dog's movements now to be so...

Hurry, even though you are so prepared, you still get caught up, it’s quite serious, cough cough.”

As if he had been injured, Du Bei vomited out a large amount of plasma. He was obviously very seriously injured, and his internal organs might have been shattered by bullets.

I was too ashamed to tell him the truth. I really wanted to shoot myself.

"Shut up and I'll stop your bleeding!"

I hurriedly rummaged through my coat pockets to find some solid hemostatic gel that I had with me, but Du Bei's big hand clasped my wrist tightly. I never thought that a person with serious injuries and massive blood loss would have such strength.

"Don't... leave me alone, the... goods... must... must be... must be taken back. I messed up the first time I worked. I'm sorry for the country's trust, and I'm sorry for Lao Mao and you.

So...you must help me get it back, otherwise I will die unwillingly!"

While talking intermittently, he pulled out an old-fashioned pistol that he carried with him and thrust it into my hand.

I feel like my heart is bleeding.

Brother, it’s me who fucking feels sorry for you!

I randomly squeezed out the hemostatic glue and applied some on his wound, and then I started to search for useful supplies. Soon I successfully found two intact disposable anti-armor rocket launchers. I have used these things many times, no.

There are barriers to use, but the biggest problem is that there is no transportation. No matter how strong my feet are, I can't run on a snowmobile.

At this time, I focused on the two working mechas. After careful inspection, I found that the cockpit of one of them was completely burned to a mess and could not be used. However, the other one's impact point was higher, and only the pilot and the

The seat was only half burned away by the metal jet, but the equipment is still usable!

This was an unexpected surprise. After I pulled out half of the human body, I jumped directly into the cockpit that was full of the smell of burnt human flesh and even had some shredded meat on it. I didn't dare to restart this big thing that hadn't turned off yet.

What I believe is that I felt no psychological pressure during the whole process, just like sitting in after cleaning.

Maybe it's because I'm filled with strong thoughts of revenge, but it's more likely that as a war machine, I'm already "qualified".

The diesel engine roared again, and as the body vibrated, the fighting desire for iron and blood covered every part of the body, forming an indestructible armor. I pushed down the heavy pole hard and let the body drag the extraordinarily long rod.

The robotic arm ran wildly on the snow.

The operational mecha itself is not a combat tool. It is just a substitute for simple manual operations. Compared with the military mecha, its performance has been weakened to the extreme. For example, the maximum speed is only more than 40 kilometers per hour, which is not much faster than a bicycle.

It is incomparable to military mechas that can easily run at speeds of 60 to 70 kilometers. In addition, the action procedures are also very rough and can only perform a few simple actions.

But enough is enough.

As long as I sit on the mecha, I will be invincible!

The working mecha was like an oversized gorilla, running clumsily in the snow forest. Wherever it went, there was a cloud of snow and mist flying. The most terrible thing was that the working mecha did not use a TV camera, but covered the front of the cockpit with a

The most primitive layer of bubble-shaped glass is used as the observation channel. Now that this thing has not broken down, the original poor view has become even worse.

"Boom"

After hitting a tree trunk for the third time and being ejected, I had to tighten the safety belt a little to keep myself firmly attached to the flesh-stained seat to avoid being thrown out.

At this time, I couldn't care less about nausea or nausea. I just wanted to catch those bastards and kill them one by one!

"Whoosh"

Suddenly, a shining rocket flew out from the depths of the jungle, followed by another, both targeting the cockpit of the aircraft.

The technique is ruthless enough, but the accuracy is lacking.

"Ouch!"

I roared crazily and pressed the control levers on both sides to the bottom at the same time. The upper body of the machine responded awkwardly to my instructions, and the entire waist was pressed down, turning into a toad-like position on all fours, with two mechanical arms smashing

Sparks continued to collide on the ground, and the two rockets with relatively high trajectories missed with a large deviation, exploding one after another on the tree trunks on both sides.

rush!

I suppressed the body and continued to maintain this weird posture, whizzing down a slope in a straight line. As I sprinted at full speed, I kept knocking unlucky trees uprooted and flying into the sky.

After breaking through an obstructing coniferous forest almost frantically, my field of vision suddenly became wider, and I successfully saw the motorcyclists speeding by.

"Fuck you!"

All my anger and resentment was summed up in one sentence, and then I went crazy.

rush!

I drove the work mecha to jump down from the 40-degree steep slope. When the armed personnel saw the work mecha wrapped in snow dust and branches and leaves, flying out like a King Kong, the panic on their faces was even beyond words.

You can see it even with a mask on.

"Long"

The machine landed heavily. Of course, civilian machines do not have any enhanced shock-absorbing equipment. This guy almost punched through my skull and internal organs. However, the excitement of catching the target overwhelmed everything, and I drove the machine and started to pursue it.

It should be said that the tactical quality of this group of militants is not low. They immediately sent out a team of people with rocket launchers to flank my driver, trying to attack from the side and rear. This was a very simple and effective method, but it also

It is a very dangerous tactic, because the reaction speed of the mecha is extraordinary, and coupled with the heavy artillery, if a simple motorized infantry maneuvers directly on the ground, it may be killed by artillery fire in an instant.

However, this argument is limited to military mechas.

There was no gun or cannon in my hand, so I could only use the machine body to intercept it. However, when I pulled it, I found that the maneuverability of this thing was unbearably sluggish. It was just a slightly faster sideways movement, and the simple walking program could not control the thick body.

His lower limbs were tangled together like a ballet dancer, and he was about to fall!

I was immediately angry, and I was furious. I didn’t know what kind of bad luck I had today. All kinds of monsters and monsters came to oppose me!

"Get the fuck out of here!"

I pulled the control lever with greater force and pressed the pedal to the bottom at the same time.

As a result, the work mecha with one leg attached jumped up like a golden rooster, jumped ten meters away, and then hit the mecha version of Taishan with a crushing force on the completely stunned outflanking team.

Although the performance of the working mecha is rubbish, there is one indicator that it is the closest to the military mecha, and that is that it weighs more than ten tons!

I just heard a "crack-crack" sound like a reptile being crushed to death. I drove the rolling mecha to stabilize its posture and attacked again. The gang of militants fired and swept away while they dispersed around in a well-trained manner and fled.

They were moving in all directions, trying to use their speed to gain distance. Even so, these guys' firing was still accurate, and the firing was always directed towards the cockpit.

I felt like my body had been penetrated in several places, but my whole body was driven by extreme emotions. As long as I didn't stop, I would continue to rush forward.

Damn it, let’s see if I don’t kill you all!

I unfolded the overly slender robotic arm. The top of the robotic arm was a huge working manipulator. Now I used this tool that was originally used to grab cargo as a murder weapon. I first hit the nearest snowmobile.

The motorcycle and the two people on it were hammered into a pile of mud!

Another robotic arm also unfolded at the same time, hoisting up the nearest snowmobile. Although they were not far from death, those guys had not lost their courage and were still looking for opportunities to shoot at the machine while hanging in the air.

This aroused my anger even more.

I turned on the operating switch, and the robot hand closed suddenly like a guillotine, crushing all the people and machines inside, and then threw it towards the front snowmobile.

"Boom!"

The two motorcycles collided together, rolled over and exploded on the snowy field, but my movements did not stop because I felt that I had caught a trick to vent my anger easily.

"Come on, come on, aren't you really good at fighting?!"

Catch, throw; catch again, throw again...

It was as if a cruel marble game suddenly started in this barren mountain. Each "marble" was picked up and thrown out, and another "marble" was hit, exploded, or smashed into a pile.

Scrap iron.

"Come on, I'm right here. Give me a shot if you can!"

The cockpit was filled with the smell of blood, and I felt the smell of blood spurting out of my throat.

Two snowmobiles suddenly turned around and rushed toward me desperately. The driver stared at me almost madly, as if he wanted to use his kinetic energy and two tanks of fuel to fight me to death. It should be said that he was very brave, but this was more

It aroused my anger.

I first let the front of the car pass, and then used the robotic arm to grab the middle part of the motorcycle. This was like locking the mechanical acupoints, and the huge power could not be used.

"Ahhhh!!!"

I roared and threw them all away. The weapons rolled and turned the other three snowmobiles into scrap metal.

"Tch, there are two more..."

I muttered, closing the robotic arm and preparing to go up and kill them all, but a mysterious feeling stopped me.
Chapter completed!