Zheng Zhirong stomped straight, he clearly had a good opportunity to cooperate with the friendly forces in the command room to encircle each other, so he could only give up cruelly: "Damn it! Can't the people of the Southwest Military Region stop them? Classmates, let's stop them. We can't let them. Join the team that attacked the command room."

The battle around the command room is evenly matched, the pilots of the Southwest Military Region are strong, and the mechas of Froya have a quantitative advantage, which is difficult in a short time. Both sides are waiting for the opportunity to change the battle situation.

As the Fo La Ye National Mech approached, Chen Feng understood why the people of the Southwest Military Region could not stop them.

The number of these mechas is small, there are only ten, but the head of each mecha is red, and there is also a modified machine taking the lead, which is an elite unit of the Fo La Ye country.

The left hand of this modified machine is sturdy, and the right hand is holding a long gun. The tip of the gun is stained with blood. It should have just been stabbed through the cockpit of the mecha.

Chen Feng took out the beam sword hilt with his backhand and turned on the switch. Those who are not good will not come, maybe he will go into battle again.

"Don't worry, wait for Zhirong and the others to come over." Nangong Mengdie pulled Chen Feng to squat, avoiding the other's search.

Chen Feng pointed to the heads of those mechas and reminded Nangong Mengdie to pay attention: "The heads of these close mechas are different. Teacher Lang once said that the elite troops of Fo La Ye country will dye their heads red. It's them, but aren't they usually stationed to guard the capital? Why did they come here?"

Nangong Mengdie pondered for a while, and then came up with a little clue: "The attack of Fo La Ye Country itself is extraordinary. Perhaps they sent someone from their country to command it. It is not surprising that there will be elites."

"What are you talking about?" Zheng Zhirong came behind them and looked at the two mechas hiding in the corners whispering inexplicably.

Chen Feng solemnly told Zheng Zhirong of the conclusion: "Zhirong, if we guessed correctly, this is the elite force of the Fo La Ye country. It is not the ability that we defeated the enemy before. We must be more careful when fighting for a while. "

"Have you heard it? Get up all your spirits, step back immediately if something goes wrong, and don't try to behave." Zheng Zhirong repeated Chen Feng's words to other students, hoping that everyone would be more vigilant.

After saying that, Zheng Zhirong led his classmates to launch a surprise attack, and they would be discovered by these elite troops if they waited any longer. It would be better to send out and hit the opponent by surprise.

The small group of elite troops cautiously stopped when they saw the students rushing out. Although they entered the command area smoothly, they encountered countless mechas of the Southwest Military Region that were not afraid of death. They have lost a lot of companions, and now they naturally won't have a little contempt.

The leader-modified machine estimated the number of mechas on both sides, and ordered: "One person is responsible for one machine. Use the shortest time to break through. The command room must be ours!"

It turned out that the number of students rushing out was the same as the number of this elite unit. Chen Feng and Nangong Mengdie hid in the shadows and were not found, causing the other party to misjudge the situation.

"Yes." The mechas around him took their orders one after another. Each of them found a student and flew over, and once contacted, they fought fiercely.

These mechas are worthy of being the elite troops of the Froye State to guard the capital. The strength of each pilot is comparable to that of the students, and the synchronization rate has reached 85 or more. All are fighter pilots.

The strength of the two sides is equal, and the fighting is extremely lively. It depends on who has a flaw and is caught by the other side first. The students here lose in combat experience and gradually fall into a disadvantage.

The leader of the refitting machine was found by Zheng Zhirong. From the students' positions, he could see that Zheng Zhirong was their leader. As long as he was killed, his fragile line of defense would easily collapse.

The opponent's goal is Zheng Zhirong, and Zheng Zhirong's goal is not him. Compared with the opponent Zheng Zhirong, he knows the current situation of the students better.

Now there are wolves in front of them and tigers behind, and they can't tolerate any mistakes. As the leader of this team, he must step forward to open the door to victory for his classmates.

Using the fighting skills taught by Teacher Lang, Zheng Zhirong shouted, waved a beam sword and slammed at the leader's modified machine. It was still a pity that his mecha was just an ordinary second-generation mecha, and he could not be treated without modification. Bring out the newly learned content, otherwise you can perform better.

Zheng Zhirong's attack made the leader's modified machine shine, and he danced with his spear: "The strength is good, it is worth my serious fight."

"You too look up to yourself, take my sword!" Hearing the other party's tone, he didn't put himself in the eye, Zheng Zhirong speeded up again, trying to hit his modified machine while the other party was not prepared.

Zheng Zhirong's beam sword was blocked by the spear halfway through the stabbing, and almost let go by the force of the spear, and slightly nodded his face.

After one blow, the leader of the modified machine saw through Zheng Zhirong's strength, and laughed at this overweight little guy: "It's just a synchronization rate of about 90. Can driving the second-generation mecha be on par with my modified machine? People laugh out loud."

This time the match exposed the strength and weakness of the two sides. The synchronization rate of the other side was obviously better than that of Zheng Zhirong, and he was driving a modified machine, both in strength and speed, completely suppressing Zheng Zhirong.

The blows suffered by the mecha were transmitted to the brain through the nervous system. Zheng Zhirong felt his wrists numb and was shocked by the opponent's strength: "So strong! Is this the strength of elite troops?"

"Go to **** and regret meeting me again, die!" The leader of the modified machine didn't let Zheng Zhirong's thoughts go, his spear rammed Zheng Zhirong's chest into the chest, wanting a fatal blow.

Zheng Zhirong hadn't slowed down, and he barely raised the beam saber to resist. The beam saber was shot off as soon as it touched the spear. If it weren't for Zheng Zhirong's benefit from the training of Teacher Lang, he avoided the attack sideways in time. Now it is a spear. Another wisp of dead soul under.

"No, I'm going to help!" Chen Feng saw that the situation was bad, Zheng Zhirong could not hold on for long, and if he didn't help, he would soon lose and endanger his life.

"How do you help?" Nangong Mengdie, she took the heavy beam blocking rifle and aimed for a while, but unfortunately she couldn't find a suitable opportunity to shoot.

The students and the elite troops of Fo La Ye country are all close to hand-to-hand combat. It is difficult to guarantee that they will not be injured by using long-range weapons. What's more, the heavy beam sniper rifle that requires higher precision, so Nangong Mengdie is helpless. How to do it.

Chen Feng looked at the beam sword in his hand with firm eyes: "There is no other beam rifle nearby, so I can only step forward and give it a go. I hope that the strength of the two of us can be better than him."