Counterfeit Hero

Chapter 1270: Chapter 41: Morning Light (Part 2)_4

Immediately, cheers echoed across the entire battlefield like a mountain and sea roaring.

Those are the two Mechanical Gods leading the bandit army!

In just these few minutes, they have sliced through the waves, ferociously penetrating the Triangle Attack Formation of the Jiepeng people. Those Jiepeng Mechanics, in front of them, were completely powerless, often having their actions interrupted halfway, with cockpits stomped to pieces, limbs broken, and heads twisted off.

The mighty iron giants, in front of these two White Mechas, were as fragile as porcelain dolls.

Looking around, in the thick smoke, the shattered Jiepeng Mechas flew scattered like wheat stalks tossed by a harvester. Led by the two White Mechas, hundreds of Red Mechas followed closely behind, unwilling to be outdone. They gathered into a tight formation, rampaging through the Jiepeng Mecha Group.

These Mechanics have undergone training and guidance from various Mechanical Gods. Although their hand speed hasn’t improved much, their skills in Mechanical Control and slaughter techniques during combat have advanced by leaps and bounds.

More importantly, there is not a shred of fear in their hearts!

”Kill!”

The Red Mecha Group let out a thunderous roar.

”Kill!” On the battlefield, tens of thousands of exhilarated Chuckna Warriors responded with thunderous shouts.

With high morale, the Chuckna Army is almost crushing Jiepeng. The overwhelming artillery fire, coupled with the unstoppable rampaging Red Armored Group, directly tore apart the densest heavy troop formations of the Jiepeng people.

Once the heavy troop formation was disrupted, the entire Jiepeng Armored Group attacking the position descended into chaos.

Looking down from the sky, in front of the winding defensive line, one to two thousand Jiepeng Mechas resembled ants on a hot stove amid countless black mushroom clouds.

After penetrating the formation, the Red Armored Group quickly began lateral attacks on both flanks.

Facing the Chuckna Mecha slicing through the middle and dealing with the rear, side, and frontal artillery attacks, the Jiepeng Mechas, at a loss, some charged, some resisted in place, and some have already started to retreat.

”Enjoyable!” Feng Laos dropped his sniper rifle, holding a portable missile launcher and madly launched ten arm-sized Armor-piercing Missiles toward a mecha approaching from the front, hitting the mecha’s energy shield until it rapidly flickered, like a candle in the wind, swaying on the verge of extinction.

”Damn,” Sunx Ping said regretfully while firing, ”If all our Armored Group were here, we could annihilate this division on the opposite side!”

The warriors cheerfully nodded one after another.

After the personnel and mecha equipment were replenished, the combat capability of the 51st Division and Thirteenth Division is comparable to its peak period. Especially the Mechanical Warriors, whose close combat abilities have skyrocketed following training, combined with their familiarity with the overall wave-style cover, making their combat power now incommensurable.

If the whole unit were here, the armored division with three mecha groups on the opposite side would not be enough to fight.

”Boom, boom, boom!”

In the sky, dense energy bullets whistled down towards the center of the battlefield like a train entering a tunnel. That is the self-propelled artillery battalion hidden behind the position that opened fire.

”Listen!”

Among the deafening artillery fire, Feng Laos, habitually wearing a listening device, suddenly pricked his ears.

”Bugle! Our bugle!”

Feng Laos suddenly shouted wildly. His face was as red as blood, and the blue veins on his neck were like earthworms. The warriors listened intently, during the artillery intervals, from afar, a loud bugle sounded from the rear of the Jiepeng Armored Division.

This is a short and sharp charge bugle!

Across the three-kilometer-long battlefield, tens of thousands of Chuckna Warriors gazed into the distance. At the end of the pervasive smoke, behind the Jiepeng Armored Group, two streams of red steel torrents rolled in from the southeast and southwest!

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. Considering the way of writing about warfare repeatedly, writing in detail becomes verbose, writing roughly becomes cursory. Still trying.

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