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Wasim did not expect that the commander who designed this sophisticated plan turned out to be a fat man standing beside him. And this clamoring to ask the monkey to steal the fat and obscure the fat man turned out to be a student of the famous Russell! When the famous teacher came to such an extent, it made people hide their faces and cry.

As the saying goes, blue is better than blue, and it is better to find a place where the fat man is more powerful than Russell. That is, he is more shameless than anyone else in the world, and he does not pay attention to facial identity. This rotten man is born with a frivolous and arrogant nature. There is no strategist, general, commander in his mind. In his mind, he is just a mechanic who is desperately trying to survive in the chaotic world.

Black cat, white cat ... fuck, it's a good cat alive.

After Russell's brutal mass explanations and forced memories. Tactical command has completed the process from quantitative change to qualitative change in the fat cat's brain. He has learned how to look at the situation from a military master's perspective and make plans.

From a serious point of view, this operation is the first strategy and tactical implementation of fat men different from ordinary special forces. Although from the intelligence collection to the specific implementation of this combat plan, only 120 mechas were used, the combat distance was tens of kilometers, and the combat time was only an hour, but the fat man was still very, very careful and serious The ground carefully selected the tactics that best matched his personality and battlefield situation from countless battles. Terrain selection, action time, attack steps, target setting, combat power allocation, spare plan, each item was elaborated and transmitted to the mecha computers of all warriors by this greedy life-and-death slut. So detailed and therefore killed.

With the computing power of the fat man, it is too much for such a small battle of a hundred or so mechas, and he can even assign every detail of the plan to the designated warrior! Toric and his fighters had only one feeling when implementing this plan, that was clarity! Every fighter knows what he needs to do, and he knows what role he should play in action.

In the war, many excellent soldiers are not afraid of powerful enemies, they are most afraid of a stupid commander. Especially the kind of idiot who only knows to keep shouting "give me" or "give me back".

The inability to kill the three armies is a truth understood by all the soldiers. Therefore, this battle makes the soldiers more confident in the fat. With the fatty and despicability of the fat, even if they ca n’t take advantage of it, they ca n’t eat it. What a loss.

Tian Fatzi is indeed considering how to take advantage!

In modern warfare, two mecha regiments of 2,600 seven-generation mechas and two hundred nine-generation mechas, behind an enemy without air superiority, are simply a drop of water in the desert, which may be evaporated at any time. Clean!

Therefore, the fat man feels very melancholic and has a lot of pressure to be a man. In the past, most of the time I ran alone, and I ran as I wanted. Basically, no army would do anything for a small and frivolous fat man. There was a patrol and two mechas to catch up. In a few minutes, he was already given face. But now, the two mech regiments are facing behind the enemy, faced with wave after wave of enemies from countless enemies. The fat man knows that even if he takes all his escape skills, it is impossible to obtain a calm and safe space!

The human society in war is a typical world of weak meat and strong food. Only the strongest lion is eligible to lie down and take a nap in the sun after being full.

If the fat cat wants to become a lion, this Desiq mech unit can't be easily let go. With Desik's military strength, even its seven-generation [Black Armed Forces] have strong attack power. If these mechas can be obtained and equipped for the free front that has fled into the mountains, it can play a great role in enhancing the strength of the bandits and performing camouflage and destruction behind the enemy. However, the mech is not an ancient warhorse after all, it can be taken away by pulling it behind the buttocks. All the soldiers of the bandits have their own mechas, and the free front, which lacks the mechas, now does not know where.

The roar of the Desik Empire fighter planes and reconnaissance planes was heard in the sky in the distance. The fat man knew it was not too late. From the skynet radar information given by the little fart boy, the west unit had been successfully lured. At this time, he is moving towards the jungle at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. If he cannot completely disarm and disengage this force within 40 minutes, then it will be another fierce battle!

Although the more than 700 seven-generation mechas cannot be taken away, the eighth-generation [listening] electronic mechas, [royal flag] medium mechas, and three [tide] heavy mechas are a fortune. The [antenna] and [anger] of the sharp knife are all in the configuration of six to eight people. If they are not fighting, even some people will go out and drive 20 [listening], 20 [royal flags] and three [tidal] No problem at all.

The idea was fixed, the fat man patted Wasim's shoulder and said: "Now, let your soldiers station and all the mechas prepare for the battlefield."

Wassim secretly complained, and was stationed. Naturally, he established temporary camps, and the preparation of the battlefield was the routine work of the armored forces before the large-scale battle. Regardless of which item, it means ordering the 137th division to release the combat status of the mech, and the soldiers leave the mech for rest. And leaving the mech, it can only be a mermaid.

He just hesitated, but when he looked up, he saw that the fat man's face was twitching nervously in front of him. His eyes looked at his lower body, and he was a bit disgusted. There was a spirit in his heart. Stealing the peach, I just felt that my lower body was chilling, and where there was a little bit of resistance, I immediately gave orders to my troops.

Since Wassim has been the mayor of any 37 division, he has made his mark on this team.

In the 137th Division, every sentence of Vassim is a military order. For several years, these mech warriors who have been tortured by him only know to obey and then obey! Even a few heads of staff, in front of Wasim, were only promised. Although they did not know what happened at this time, they quickly obeyed the order.

When the sharp knife was led by a fat man from a gentle **** and descended from the sky, the two full formations of the 137th Division could only move more than 20 mechas, and the rest of the soldiers could only watch [Hunting] The killers] aimed their thick energy muzzles at the unarmed self without any resistance.

"Lian Fu ..." Toric's sharp knife company was supplemented with more than forty eight-generation mechas, and he couldn't smile, but only felt that following a fat man was always so enjoyable. He asked cheerfully, "The enemy of the west The armored regiment is coming, what shall we do now? "

"Run!" The fat man said without hesitation: "As for our colors, do you want to get another vote?"

Toric thought about it too, sighed regretfully, looked at the desi warriors who were gathered together, frowned, and said, "How do these people deal with it? Kill them all?"

"Kill?" The fat man was startled.

"Yeah, we can't keep prisoners of war, what should we do if we don't kill them?" The long-term war killing made Torick seem to speak lightly about this. No matter whether it was in Millock or Lucerne, the sixteenth division was the most difficult. For Torrick and others, this is a world where you live and die, and being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

"No!" The fat man shook his head and said: "If more than a thousand people are killed without resistance, the Desik Empire will definitely hunt us down regardless of the heavy soldiers, and they will estimate our strength several times. Times, this cannot be done! "

"Then let them go?" Torric thought the fat man was too kind.

"Let them go?" The fat man glared and manipulated [Logic] toward the prisoners of war: "Fuck, there is such a good thing there!"

In the violent explosions of hundreds of mechas, the face of the fat man was flushed.

"Take off your clothes! Take off all your clothes!" He yelled, dancing vigorously, "queuing up by size, don't think about size again when you move slowly!"

Seeing that the Desik warriors, including Wassim, were stripped cleanly and put into the dimples at the end of the canyon, and watching the broken [Warcraft] fart fart moved a few big rocks to move the mountain The concave exit was sealed. Toric and others were stunned and sighed. In such a cold weather, the naked person was locked up in this mountain area. It would be better to give it a shot! It seems that the monkey stealing peach just stopped at the critical moment, which caused a lot of trouble for the fat man, and even left a psychological shadow. In the face of this more than a thousand Momotaro, he finally broke out!

After finishing the lack of virtue, the fat man is preparing to climb up the mountain to look down from the top, appreciate his spectacular masterpiece, but listen to the little fart child said: "Fat man, don't **** say I didn't remind you, I found the woman!"

The fat man froze: "Which woman?"

The little fart child felt that even as an artificial intelligence, he didn't bother with this careless bastard. He sighed and called up a satellite shooting picture directly on the mecha computer. He said: "You were raped That one."

In the picture, Bonnie silently hugged her knees, sitting on the top of a hill beside the canyon in the north, looking at a distance in a daze.

On her right, three [King Kong] mechas are watching her from a distance. A few kilometers away, the mythical mech regiment is crossing the canyon and moving in the direction of Bonnie.

Looking at the satellite image in front of him, the fat man was silent for a while, and finally lost the mood to appreciate the masterpiece. He handed the Skynet accessor that was removed from the [Thunder Warrior] mecha computer of Wasim to the little fart boy. He said, "Connect." With a wave of his hand, he ordered the sharp knife to retreat.

More than 170 mechas rushed all the way in the mountainous area. After a long time, the little fart kid connected the connector. When the fat man did n’t speak, he could n’t help jumping on the console and asked, “You do n’t To find her? "

Manipulating [logic] jumped over a small river ditch, the fat man sighed and asked, "How did you find her?"

The little fart child said: "I saw it when I used satellites to see what that legion was."

"Is the regiment and the second regiment realize the match with the enemy?"

"Almost, the tail of the regiment has passed the concealed location of our troops."

The little fart boy is also a pottery who ca n’t open a pot, and when he sees the fat man pulling, he ca n’t help but ask again: “Are you really not looking for her?”

"Find a fart!" The fat man said angrily: "She used to be the head of what legion, the ones looking for her are her own!"

"Oh!" The little fart kid suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the case. It seems that in the future, **** will have to **** the enemy. Fuck, anyway, it is not his own, there is no psychological burden!"

"roll!"

One hundred [Hunter] has two wings, forming a regular triangle assault formation to protect the electronic mecha and heavy attack mecha in the middle, over the mountains and the mountains, and to the north.

Dozens of Desik fighters and reconnaissance planes have appeared in the sky at this time. The place where the fighting took place has become a key reconnaissance area. Along the way, in order to avoid the optical detection of these reconnaissance planes constantly passing by at low altitudes, the sharp knife had to slow down and hide at any time.

Fortunately, because of the mountainous area, the radar is very limited, and the electronic shielding function of the electronic mecha is more powerful than those anti-detection jammers. Before the Desik fighter accurately found the source of the interference and destroyed it, the radar of the reconnaissance aircraft was In the deep mountainous jungle, the effect is really limited, and we can only rely on the optical lens shooting at low altitude to find the trace of the sharp knife. The gachalin skynet system controlled by the little fart child looks farther than the electronic mech, and can issue a warning in advance before the reconnaissance plane reaches the sharp knife.

Therefore, although the huge body of Desik's armored fighter has been hovering in the sky, although the reconnaissance aircraft has continuously swept from low to high, the sharp knife company still calmly walked through the dense jungle, all the way north.

"Swoosh!" Another reconnaissance plane glanced over the head, an oval ground fighter abdomen, and a disk-shaped external electronic probe rotated.

"Fat, do you say that these are her own people?" This is the little boy's cold voice. The fat man hidden under a cliff drew his gaze from the sky where the reconnaissance plane disappeared, and found another satellite shooting screen on the mecha computer. On the screen, the mythical mech regiment has reached the hilltop where Bonnie is located.

Surrounded by dozens of mechs, Bonnie was staring coldly at an officer in front of her. The two stood silently as if waiting for something. Judging from the position and posture of [King Kong] standing next to it, this mythical mech regiment does not seem very friendly to Bonnie.

"Ah!" The fat man has a headache. This little fart child seems to be particularly interested in things about himself and Bonnie. This has been under the ground for thousands of years. He has never seen a woman and has a very strong interest in matters between men and women. The local artificial intelligence seems to have grasped a rare research object, twisting his hands and not letting go, but he really feels guilty about Bonnie heart. If Bonnie has anything to do, he can't just sit by and ignore it.

"Let's continue to observe, what's wrong with you tell me." Guessing the current relationship between the Mythical Legion and Bonnie, the fat man wanted to cool down the gossip guy in front of him, deliberately understatement.

"It's awkward now ..." The little fart kid said with a sneer: "The west Desik Mecha Regiment didn't move to the southeast according to the original route, they suddenly turned!"

"Turn?" The fat man suddenly had a bad hunch.

"Yes, not only they, but also the Mecha Regiment looking for Bonnie is also doing the assembly, it should have been ordered, and another Gacharin unit in the northeast of our SM and 2 regiments. It also adjusted the direction of advancement. "The child fart called up the map in the mecha computer, extended the advance line of the three troops, and mobilized Skynet ’s spy satellites to search for the intersection of the three lines.

"Where is this?" Looking at the intersection of the extension lines on the map, the fat man was a little puzzled, and it clearly deviated from the main force of the bandit and his position.

"Mountain!" The little fart boy's answer is a typical artificial intelligence logic, correct and meaningless.

Seeing that things had changed, the fat man hurriedly ordered the sharp knife to hurry up. Before he could figure out the enemy's intentions, he must return to the main force, so as not to be caught by surprise.

The sabre sprinted all the way through the jungle. The situation became more and more strange. Not only did the three enemy mech units change direction, but even the fighters above them also changed their direction and rushed towards the northwest.

Just as the sharp knife was about to reach the outside of the canyon where the bandit ’s main force is located, the search of the little fart boy finally had results. As the three enemy mech units moved, the area searched by dozens of satellites controlled by the little fart boy became more and more The smaller the coming, a high-definition satellite shooting picture let the fat man take a breath.

What appears in the picture is the main force of the free front led by the three leaders.

"Fuck!" The fat man was dizzy for a while, drinking cold water to stop his teeth. He had never expected that when he successfully attracted the enemy's blockade team and was about to jump out of this encirclement circle, the main force of the free front that was pursued was hit by a head. Come in! Judging from the current situation, if the bandits do not rescue them, this resistance army, which is mostly infantry, will definitely not escape the siege of the three mech units.

However, to rescue from a mythical mech regiment, a Desik armor regiment, and a large number of Gacharin armored forces, this team has been desperately stared at by Desik and Reinhardt ’s Skynet. It ’s not easy to live with troops without mobility! Moreover, this is in the enemy's territory, even if it can resist the attack of three mech units, how many enemies will flock behind?

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