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New year 2063. The flames of war that have erupted since the Southeast Star Zone have swept the entire human society.

The smoky smoke on the planet, the charged mechs; a fleet of hedgehogs in space, neat and eye-catching volleys, and the endless silent wreckage floating in the void-these pictures , Has become the main tone of this era.

The planets of immigrants were ignited by the flames of war. The youths were organized, put on military uniforms and carried guns to the battlefield, and plunged into the front line one by one. Most of them died in battle and were buried in situ. Fortunately, a few survived the battle and were promoted.

Fortunately, he was hailed as a genius commander, lonely hero, legendary figure, etc., and began to emerge. Their photos flooded every TV screen, every newspaper and magazine in this world. Their deeds are full of talk and listening.

They are the stars of this era and the dream lover of every young girl.

They appeared one after another, but were forgotten one by one.

How many people can continue their victory time and time again, and how many people can survive this endless war?

Brutal wars can erase many things. Including human life, including human memory, but also a dream made by hungry girls in refugee camps before they were displaced from their homes.

The first star of Leray, the capital of Luderit, has now become a huge barracks.

Looking around the streets, there are countless military vehicles, mechas, officers running around and a team of soldiers. Students from major military academies have been put into active service. The factory worked overtime to produce everything needed for the war.

Pieces of simple barracks spread out on the outskirts of the city, endlessly. During the day, the screams of military shouts during training transfers were one after another. In the evening, the light of the barracks was like a vast sea, and there was no end in sight. In order to meet the upcoming hard battle, troops of different numbers can gather here.

Every day, countless transport ships land and land in Ludrit.

Weapons, equipment and ship parts that have just been produced, as well as countless supplies such as quilts, energy, and food, have been transported here one after another. Try to supply the consumption of this huge stationed army.

In addition to soldiers, more are refugees.

On the street and under the bridge, set up simple tents. The refugee camp is already overcrowded.

Millions of refugees from the Galileo galaxy and the Bermuda galaxy have poured into Luderite in every corner of the city. Their eyes were dull and described as skinny. Lying in the tent every day, Mu Ran looked at the soldiers on the street, waiting for the government's dining car, turning over the calendar for a long time. Otherwise, she wiped her tears over and over again, and her wife was scattered.

In the face of pain, all happiness is just an illusion.

Who remembers that victory in the past three years, who remembers what those heroes look like?

The recruitment advertisement printed with pictures of Tian Xingjian is gone.

Perhaps it was the deliberate actions of the headquarters, or perhaps the situation in front of them made people have no time for him. In short, the impression of the Lerei Federation hero in people's minds has been very light. The miraculous victory he brought, now seems far away as a dream.

Numb people don't want anything. There are also spirited people, who are all absorbed in the day, are the grim news from the front.

Even when I think of fat people occasionally, I still forget about the worries and exhaustion of my miserable life. They are overwhelming.

The hero is nowhere to be seen. Lere has run out of water.

The Jeppen and Desik have been gathering outside the jumping point for a long time. It will be an extremely large army, they are always ready to rush into the central area of ​​Lerei, land on Ludrit, and completely occupy the country.

What everyone is waiting for is nothing more than this ending.

The children of Le Lei did not lose face, but their sacrifice could not win the final victory.

In front of the giant ship mech, the Lere people's careless pride has been wiped out by tragic sacrifice.

As night fell, the army was still mobilizing and preparing for the final resistance. But there is another voice in a secret room in the capital.

"......... Hamilton must step down and be convicted. If it weren't for his poor soldiers, how could Lelei fall into this field today?" A gentle and elegant middle-aged man looked around. Ended his speech.

"That's right, we can't wait for them to toss so much, and until the attack of the West Treaty, we will all die without a burial place!" A fat man beside the middle-aged man waved his big hand full of rings angrily.

As the fat man yelled in excitement, there was a sudden discussion in the secret meeting room.

"Everyone is a person with a family. Unlike the poor ghosts, the situation has reached such a point that we will not wait to be buried with Hamilton!"

"Although Bermuda is occupied, the news came back from there, and the gang of guys who were supported by Jeppen have been very moist these days. They are already drafting a proposal, and it will take a few days for Bermuda to leave the federal declaration. It's about to be released. We will change course at this time, and it is too late, and the conditions are excellent! "

"Western Covenant has taken a picture of the chest. As long as the Central Star Territory gives up resistance by force, it will not be blamed. What they want is nothing more than a passage. Even if they need some manpower resources, it's no big deal. If they want to rule Le Lei, they have to envelope us. Go on, once they attack with force, it will be a fool! "

In the secret room, the lights were adjusted to the darkest.

The leather sofa around the room was full of people. Noisy, screaming, talking about the situation, filled with indignation.

All present were the CEOs of the major consortia in Lere, evergreen trees in politics, and leaders of the opposition parties. Everyone is old-fashioned and thinks deeply. This battle, they originally did not agree to fight!

The war has come to such an end that one can see through at a glance. surrender! The word that I didn't dare to disdain was no longer a taboo.

They remain silent when they are all together, it does not mean they will shut their mouths forever.

Emmanuel Brody leaned his head against the back of a high chair, his fingers gently tapping on the armrests, watching the crowd's condemnation of Hamilton with great interest.

The meeting was convened by Brody. He is the chairman of a small party in Lere-a progressive society composed mainly of entrepreneurs, the rich and the middle class. The most popular candidate for a three-party joint president at the moment!

Few people know that Brody, three years ago, was just a small businessman contracting home smart system engineering! Only by virtue of natural speculative smell and adventurous spirit, at the beginning of the war, he quickly established the image of an anti-combatant and took this to the political arena.

Brody has a very high political talent, he knows how to satisfy his supporters. It also has the most basic quality of a politician-greed for power! He was not content to become the chairman of a small party.

For Brody, since he has already joined the game and is lucky enough to have the right to dream before, he should continue the game.

This war, launched by two major military blocs and sweeping humanity, is the best time for him to leap to the top of his power.

For a long time, he tried to unite the opposition parties and dismiss the ruling Democratic and Fair Party that was deeply mired in the war.

At the beginning of the war, he almost succeeded.

At that time, President Hamilton was stunned by successive defeats, and his support rate plummeted. The Lere people in the country opposed the war, and the trend of coordination of the Supreme Council of Humanity was also instigated by Brody, the anti-combatant. If it was not reversed by the Milok war situation, Hamilton would definitely not stick to the present.

Since the reversal of the Battle of Millock, Brody has no chance.

Under the leadership of Hamilton, Lerei began to invest in counterattacks. The House of Representatives and the House of Representatives, with the majority of the ruling party, have almost no support for Hamilton.

Brody likes to push the boat down the river, and he doesn't like to move against the trend. So, he fell silent, waiting for the wind to change.

Now, the timing is clearly ripe.

"Everyone ..." Brody waved gently.

The hustle and bustle in the room gradually calmed down.

Brody smiled slightly: "In several meetings, everyone has reached a consensus. Now Lere, and the cost of negotiating with the West Treaty. Public and private, we can no longer allow the president to continue on the wrong road. Lere Not a military power, we should follow our own political tradition. "

Turning his eyes to the darkest corner of the room on the right side of the room, Brody's mouth was filled with a meaningful smile: "The tolerance of the people of Lere has reached the limit. Millions of refugees gathered in Luderit, and the people are tired of fighting. This prairie fire only needs us to throw a fire, and it can be easily ignited. "

"What kind of fire?" Someone asked.

In the corner, the eyes of several men and Brody touched slightly, and then they turned away without knowing it.

The smile on Brody ’s lips grew stronger: “The presidential election is coming. Hundreds of billions of dollars have been secretly invested in the seed plan that we do n’t know the details of. Hamilton, are we ready to fight or escape? What do we need to help, is The power of democracy and justice. We need a truth. "

On June 3, 2063, the capital of Luray, Lere, suddenly witnessed an anti-war demonstration. Hundreds of thousands of marchers held high slogans, demanding an immediate cessation of the war and negotiating with the West Treaty that had sent a signal a few days ago. The opposition parties questioned dozens of military expenditures. He accused Hamilton of neglecting hundreds of millions of people in Leray and spent huge sums of money to prepare for his escape. What's more, he counted Hamilton's top ten mistakes in power and demanded that he be responsible for the death of tens of millions of Lere soldiers and stepped down and convicted.

On the same day, hundreds of thousands of people who supported Hamilton also spontaneously formed a parade to compete with anti-war demonstrators. Fierce conflict broke out between the two sides.

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Xintai Stream and Phantom Stream jointly announced the establishment of a genre mutual aid alliance!

This news, through the ubiquitous civilian network, through television, electronic newspapers, traditional paper newspapers and other media, quickly spread throughout the Mars Freeport.

One is from the incomplete forces of Tailiu, and the other is a third-rate school without the inheritance of core techniques.

Their joint announcement looked more like a poor joke.

In the current melee battle at Mars Freeport, the two small schools jointly protect themselves. In the face of the three major schools and other forces qualified to compete, what role can such a union play?

This announcement was regarded by most people as a panicked roar of the weak and was left behind or laughed.

Only a small number of caring people have a taste in it.

If it is just the union of two small schools, no one cares, but when a character representing the Fiji League is mixed in, the title of this school of mutual aid alliance is not so simple.

Especially for many small schools that are in a similar situation to the phantom stream Xintai stream, and are stricken with the surrounding situation, this sudden announcement naturally aroused great interest.

It's just interest.

Thousands of years of competition among the genres and natural vigilance of the core forces are enough to keep this interest only at the wait-and-see stage.

At this time, it is still shrinking into its own defense zone, waiting for the situation to change. Any rash act may bring a catastrophe. Who knows when this newly formed mutual aid alliance was taken away?

Phantom stream, and the guys who split up with Tailiu right now? Is n’t this a narrow path?

The fat man tilted his nose.

At the open-air training ground, five training mechas were severely damaged. Hundreds of Phantom Stream and Xintailiu disciples had swollen noses and blue faces.

Even Sanji, Wei Jianshan and the three elders of Mirage Flow stared at each other like cockfights.

Under the bandit army, the two disciples are intolerable!

Although the disciples of Xintailiu are essentially different from the Cooper Group, after all these years, they are all members of Tailiu, and they do not do bad things that bully other genres in normal days. Between the two disciples, there are still a few who have hatred.

Therefore, the first concentrated training became a group fight.

First, two fighters who had enemies on the mech-level assessment ring deviated from the normal attack range during the offensive and defensive practice. The more angry they became, the more they became fighting. Immediately afterwards, the two disciples who had already glared at each other swarmed up and fought.

Both sides fought, if it was not for Markwich to lead the bandits and soldiers to stop it in time, God knows what this group of youths will be like.

How can a fat man not be angry.

Just a few minutes ago, he smirked in the room while holding the list.

Xintailiu and Phantomliu currently reach 1,600 fighters in the Pro Branch. Among them, 470 mech fighters, 86 mech knights, twelve mech leaders and a mech warrior! With a little training, this is a cutting-edge force that coveted by superpowers such as Feiyang and Binalt!

To know that a mech fighter is equivalent to a military class six mech fighter. This is the roughest comparison! Their value lies not in their level, but in their understanding and control skills of melee melee combat, and the foundation they have laid down for years of unremitting training!

This era is in an era of innovation in mecha combat from long-range to short-range.

The contradictory competition between the energy cannon and the energy shield has come to an end. Before the emergence of weapons that could replace the energy series, the energy cannons loaded on the mechs, in order to kill the mechas equipped with the same level of energy shields, at least five to six artillery continuous attacks.

With the improvement of electronic jamming technology, as the mecha power and action system become more advanced, the mecha speed becomes faster and faster, and the efficiency of long-range attacks is gradually decreasing.

Examples of this, just look at the original Mythical Legion.

With the use of corrugated cross cover, the use of high-speed random evasion of mechas, and the use of energy shields to neutralize and recover, the mech warriors of the Mythical Legion can even achieve zero casualties when charged in the face of remote artillery. Once attacked by them, the energy shield has no effect.

Long-range attacks require continuous attacks of several artillery, but close combat is fatal. This contrast is enough to quickly collapse most Mecha regiments.

Therefore, countries that are aware of the evolution of mecha combat methods, in addition to strengthening mecha's long-range attack capability in mecha research and development, pay more attention to melee combat strength with maneuverability and speed as the core.

The emergence of the 9th and 10th generation mechas has laid a pattern for the long-term suppression of melee raids by new mecha wars.

Mechas can be developed, but mecha fighters with strong melee combat capabilities are not cumulative in a short time. That requires long training! What's more, due to the neglect of close combat for many years, the melee training level of the armored forces of various countries is still at the point of holding the "Mechanical Armor Control Standards".

Millions of mech warriors in the human world are just practicing simple advancement punches, sideways maneuvers and other melee control skills in accordance with the technical requirements and data in the specifications. Those who can master such techniques of jumping and walking are already among the best.

And these are very easy for the pirates of Phantom Stream and Xintai Stream.

Not to mention the more than 300 mecha fighters, those who are currently the mecha fighters, have also worked hard for years in close combat techniques! In terms of control, the foundation they laid is different from those of ordinary military mech warriors! As long as you dial a little bit, it is immediately the **** of kill on the battlefield.

What they lack is nothing but the understanding of warfare and the **** smell of the control of long-range weapons.

With the help of long-range weapons, organic armor fire control system and mech computer-aided control system, ordinary mech warriors can easily master it. For these mech control veterans, it is even more effortless. This point, the fat man does not worry .

And the understanding of war, the evolution from new recruits to veterans of a hundred battles, needs to be tempered in the battle of blood and fire! For this group of young people living under the law of the jungle, fighting and even life-long youths are considered commonplace In other words, it was just a process of casting swords and blood.

When they went to the battlefield to kill people, they did it once and they could do it 10,000 times!

But the fat man didn't expect that he hadn't stolen Lewan yet, this group of guys came to the nest first!

You must stop this unhealthy wind and evil spirit! All of them **** up with their arms and legs broken, and Lao Tzu tried to gather this team to make a fart!

"It seems ..." The fat man stood in the middle of the training ground, looking at the disciples of the two schools in front of him, and sneered: "Everyone has not understood their current identity."

Fighting back to fighting, the two disciples knew who had the final say here. For a time, they were silent, only to stare at each other with unconvincing glares.

The fat man twitched twice, sighed, and asked Jeffrey beside him: "Four elders, you tell them your identity."

"Mars genre mutual aid alliance elders, gangster advisors." Jeffer looked at the gang of disciples in disappointment.

"Mr. Smith, how about you?" The fat man turned to look at the old Smith standing beside him.

Squeezing a copy of the Mecha Control Specifications General Solution given by the fat man a few hours ago, the old fox is also neat: "Mars genre mutual aid alliance elder, bandit advisor."

The alliance established by the Fatty is to gather the strength of the genre under the guise of restoring the tradition of the genre.

The most afraid of such alliances is genre disputes. If it is still the situation of the former folk genre federation, it is clear that such an organization does not have the power to compete for the free world.

Therefore, at the beginning of the establishment, the fat man tried to dilute the image of the genre as much as possible, and set up an elder's home and an advisory board for it.

Genre alliances, all disciples are treated equally. Only the bandit army is set up as the only military institution. In alliance affairs, the elders are the staff, the bandit affairs, and the advisory board are the staff. These positions are reserved for the heads of schools. The disciples are still their disciples, and the genre is still their genre. It is up to them to build the museum and open branches later. However, in this mess, before Dingding, this is a whole!

The leaders of the two factions answered exactly the same, and suddenly the elders and disciples who stared at each other with their cockfights shook back their eyes.

Entering the bandit army is a military establishment. Although I haven't been a soldier, the tradition of the genre can still be obeyed.

Jeffrey and Old Smith said so, who still doesn't understand their identity?

"Bloodiness is a good thing!" The fat man said as he took off his shirt, revealing a white flesh of meat: "But since you have entered the bandit army, you should know that you are in the same boat! Have the ability to protect your family and protect your brothers , Desperate with your enemies! "

The clothes in his hands were slammed down on the ground, and the fat man said angrily: "Aren't you good enough to fight, not enough, I will accompany you and fight again!"

Fight with him?

Some unidentified disciples also stared at the fat man with white flesh and dazed, Wetherell, Buzz, Kozmo and others, their eyes flashed for a long time.

Kozmo and a group of core disciples of Phantom Stream were watching the black boxers beside Fatty Lian Cooper at the Griffon Knight's main building. He knew his horror. A few of Wetherrier, they still have a fresh memory of the situation when the fat man Monroe killed Gandy a few days ago. As long as he is not an idiot, who wants to fight him?

Seeing that the leading disciple is silent, other peripheral disciples who do not know how to be powerful are not fools.

"No one wants to fight?" The fat man asked coldly.

The answer to him was silence.

"Very well, now, I will give you the first lesson of joining the bandit army personally!" The fat man stood with his hands on his back, and he stood on the spot with the sword, and he stood on the sidelines of the instructor in the training camp. The sturdy Markwich nodded, and Markwich screamed, "All together!"

As soon as the password came out, Kozmo, Wetherell and others took the lead. After a short mess, everyone was neatly arranged in front of the fat man according to the formation.

"It's too slow!" The fat man shook his head. Markwich shouted: "Disband!"

"set!"

"Disband!"

"set!"

The sky gradually dimmed in the repeated voices of Markwich.

The sensor lights of the training field lit up, reflecting the silhouettes scattered in the field again and again.

"You are soldiers!"

"Disband!" "Gather!"

"In this world, only you can protect your family!"

"Disband!" "Gather!"

"If you still think about huddling in the world and counting the days, get out of here, this is not for you!"

"Dissolution" "Assembly!"

"Listen to the gunfire over there, you have no choice, or you will have to face your enemies soon. This is destiny, and you can't hide!"

"Disband!" "Gather!"

"What is your ideal. What supports your hard training year after year. Just to be a mercenary and a pirate?"

"Disband!" "Gather!"

"This era is an era of heroes! If you want to break the iron curtain of this world, you must first refine yourself into a steel-hard soldier!"

"Collection!" "Collection!"

"Remember this sentence, you are soldiers!"

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The first armored commando of the Scarlet Mercenary has entered the town of Provo.

Scarlet mercenaries are not well-known organizations. In fact, this name cannot be found in the top 100 mercenaries in the entire free world.

Similarly, in the top 100 of the armed fleet, the name Blood Fleet cannot be found.

However, ranking does not mean strength.

For the leaders of many armed forces under the Northern Business Alliance, the Scarlet Mercenary, Blood Wing Fleet, and the more mysterious Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment are definitely stronger than the number one armed forces in the free world.

They know that these three forces are the core forces that Selvor most trusts to rely on.

As the basis for the resurgence of the Nadmic dynasty, Selwall spared no effort in the creation of these three units. The strong capital strength of the North Alliance, the elite seeds of the Nademic survivors for centuries, are all invested in the construction of the three armed forces.

For many years, they have been crouching in Mars's cobweb-like waterway, receiving harsh and secret training. Every fighter is absolutely elite!

More importantly, 60% of the grassroots officers of these three troops have served in the troops of various countries. These people entered the military systems of various countries under the arrangement of the Nadmike Dynasty Revival Association many years ago. Some of them are senior mech warriors of the ace division of the Binalt Empire, and some are special forces of the Jeppen Empire. Many of them are from officers to the captain, from the combat sequence to logistics, command and even intelligence.

After retiring, these talents turned the free galaxy for various reasons and became the backbone of the three core armies of the Northern Business Alliance.

From this point of view, Selwall is far-sighted.

Therefore, whether it is the Scarlet Mercenary, the Blood Wing Fleet or the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment, it is definitely not comparable to the ordinary armed forces of the free world. They are truly arrogant soldiers. Not only do they scoff at other armed forces in the free world, but even the regular troops of various countries, they rarely pay attention to them.

It integrates the essence of the elite troops of various countries for centuries. Such an armed force is undoubtedly terrible.

Greenland Avenue, the town of Prov, lined with tall buildings, is now empty.

As the sound of a dense and heavy mech marching came, the ground and the glass windows of the building were trembling sharply. A few seconds later, a huge, steel ladybug-like command mech, surrounded by dozens of fiery red fighter mechas, slowly stopped at the intersection of Greenland Road.

While the command mech stopped, dozens of fighter mechas quickly and silently spread out, forming a circular defensive shape like ripples. The operations are precise and concise, and there is no slight drag.

A moment later, the heavy hatch of the command mech opened, and a tall, gloomy middle-aged officer walked out accompanied by several heavily armed guards.

Aldez Cordel, head of the first armored commando of the Scarlet Mercenary.

Looking at the quiet Greenland Avenue, Cordel snorted coldly.

As a descendant of the Guards of the Nademik Dynasty, Cordell served in the 6th Armored Division of the Ace of the Binalt Empire Army. Starting from the big-headed soldiers, slamming and slamming, promoted to at least company commander. Later, he was elected to the special assault battalion and was known for his firm and decisive execution and ruthless killing in regional conflicts.

There is no enemy who can stop him. Every opponent in front of him has been crushed by him with the toughest posture.

Don't care about casualties, don't give opponents any chance, and don't keep prisoners of war. These are Cordel's three criteria.

After serving for ten years, when Coddell received the Nadmick Revival Order, he was already the head of the first regiment of the 6th Armored Division of the Binalt Ace.

Under the arrangement of the Renaissance Society, Caudell came to Mars's free world and was at a time full of ambition. He originally thought that, with his seniority, he would have no problem entering the core of the blood shadow mech regiment. But who knew, but was thrown to the Scarlet Mercenary, as the head of the first armored assault regiment.

Such a gap still makes Cordel bosomful.

Although they are all heads, but the head of the blood shadow mech regiment and the head of the **** mercenaries are basically the difference between cloud and mud.

Although the Blood Shadow Mecha Regiment is just a group formation from the name, in fact, this is a pure armored armor composed of the most elite mecha warriors. Nine battalions are full, three times the size of ordinary armored regiments.

The hodgepodge of general mercenary mercenaries, in the division within the North Alliance, is only second-class armed. The group with the largest number has six fully-mechanized infantry regiments, an armed fleet, a logistics transport regiment, and two mech regiments. Caudell's first armored assault regiment was just one of them.

Since the day he took office, Cordel has held his breath. He wants to prove to the idiots of the blood shadow mech regiment that only he can cast a truly invincible armor force!

After several years of rigorous training and rigorous training, the current 1,200 Mech Warriors of the First Armored Assault Regiment are the timid tigers and wolves that he is pointing at.

But Caudell didn't expect to wait and wait. When the war at Mars Freeport finally broke out, the first armored commando group was still not regarded as the main force of the North Alliance.

When the blood shadow mech regiment was stationed outside the center city and faced with the North Union's biggest threat, Longxinghui, the task he received was to go to the town of Prov to eliminate a small genre branch. The first armored assault regiment that sharpened his sword for several years to participate in the first stop of the Nadmike dynasty was actually in such a ghost place!

Opened the telegram issued by Selwall again and glanced at it. Cordel's expressionless face grew colder.

Selwall's order is to completely wipe out all the living forces that are extremely attached to the Tailiupuluo Branch.

Caudell's understanding is:

Chicken dogs do not stay!

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