"Ppupupu!" A burst of energy machine gun fire swept over the dirt mound outside the trench, kicking up so dust. A vigilant Freedom Fighter shrank back, slid down to the bottom of the trench, and leaned his back against the trench wall, panting heavily. Around him, in nurous large craters, the wreckage of dozens of chas was burning, thick smoke obscuring the entire front line, making it suffocating.
This was the first line of defense for the Freedom Front. A full half hour had passed, and the fierce attacks of two chanical armor battalions had still not breached this first trench.
The chas at the foot of the hill once again surged aggressively, a few shells landing around this Freedom Fighter, the flying dust quickly covered him as he lay down in the trench, turning him into a dirt-covered figure.
"Phoo!" The Freedom Fighter shook his sowhat dazed head from the violent explosion, spat out the dirt in his mouth, and cursed proudly, "Damn it! Even that can’t hit , did your mama forget to feed you sharp eyes for breakfast?"
He poked his head out, squinted his eyes, and saw countless chas crossing the craters at the front line, closing in on him.
"Fire!" The voice of the platoon leader ca from nearby. The Freedom Fighter selected the nearest target, quickly raised the energy cannon in his hand, and pulled the trigger. The energy cannon roared urgently, the energy bullets like fiery red ribbons shot out, rging with the firepower group of his comrades, attacking the chas almost storming into the trench.
"Boom!" The leading Vajra cha dodged desperately under the intense anti-cha fire, its energy shield changing colors rapidly. Ultimately, it couldn’t escape the overwhelming firepower and was blown to pieces in a sky-rending explosion.
However, the firepower of the Freedom Front was limited. Facing the tide of advancing chas, the explosion of this Vajra was like a small stone dropped in a lake, disappearing after a ripple.
The Freedom Fighter tightened the fusion hand grenades tied together in his hand, his bloodshot eyes locked onto a Vajra charging at high speed toward the trench. He faced these steel giants with mountainous ferocity without fear.
Twenty ters, ten ters, five ters! The attacking cha group closed in rapidly, the short distance almost passed in the blink of an eye. Just as the lead cha wave was about to crash into the trench, suddenly, a loud bugle call echoed across the sky. The Freedom Fighter suddenly embraced his fusion hand grenades and leapt out of the trench like a leopard. All around him, agile figures leapt up simultaneously, fiercely colliding with the high-speed charging chas within the few ters of gap.
The world abruptly fell silent. The Freedom Fighter, desperately sprinting toward the enemy chas, could only hear his own fierce panting and the terrified cries of the enemy commander, "Evade!" The chas in front of him imdiately slowed their steps in chaos, their energy machine guns, and energy cannons frantically pouring fire on the ground, trying to prevent the group of Freedom Fighters scampering like mice.
But the distance was too short. Five to ten ters allowed no ti for these chas to take evasive action that could alter their fate.
Three ters, two ters, the Freedom Fighter suddenly pounced, throwing himself like a stone onto the chanical legs of a cha. Blood gushed from his mouth, yet a proud smile filled his face.
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Continuous explosions erupted skyward. These Freedom Fighters, sacrificing their lives, were like precision-guided missiles, sweeping unchallenged within ten ters before the trench! They launched a countercharge with their bodies and the fusion hand grenades strapped together. The weakly protected drive systems of the chas’ legs beca their targets. Dozens of nacing chas lost all mobility amid the explosions and flying flesh and blood, becoming sitting ducks before the trench.
The remaining assaulting chas were blocked from their charge. Watching the tily counterattack from the dozens of Freedom Front chas, they retreated under blind fire suppression. Still, they didn’t see it as a defeat, knowing countless chas were flanking the Freedom Front’s defenses, certain that eventually, their relentless attacks would tear a gap in this life-built trench.
"First Platoon! Left side!" Jiasier shouted with a hoarse voice.
The so-called First Platoon consisted of just one squad of chas. Hearing the order, they quickly abandoned the pursuit and dashed to the left.
"Boom! Boom!" In the crisscrossing trench warfare, enemy shells continuously fell. In so places, the earth had been entirely lifted, exposing the hard rock, with shards flying everywhere. Amid this intensive shelling, one figure after another resolutely and swiftly leapt from the trenches, pouncing on the nearby enemy.
"First Platoon, charge!" Driving a badly damaged cha, seeing his comrades turned into flying flesh and blood one after another, the platoon leader went mad, repeatedly charging and assaulting, driving the cowardly enemies in their suicidal attacks out of the line, ensuring his comrades’ sacrifices held value, keeping the position firmly in the hands of the Freedom Front!
"Boom!" An energy bullet hit the left shoulder of the platoon leader’s cha. Under the imnse impact, the cha jerked to the side. The already deep red energy shield could no longer offer protection, and the chanical arm on the left side hung limply, losing its function.
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