Twenty chas charging at three hundred chas?!
The Northern Alliance cha Soldiers widened their eyes in disbelief, unable to trust their retinas.
Those charging Green chas, were they a group of lunatics or a bunch of idiots? Did they even know what they were doing?
Seeking death!
A surge of Anger rushed to his head. Walker, the commander of the 4th Battalion of the Blood Shadow cha Group, sneered and mocked, "Shouting a couple of 'Long Live' makes them brave?" Amidst the laughter of his subordinates, he waved his hand to give the order: "Kill them all! Leave no one alive!"
This was the core defensive zone of the Northern Alliance, this was the 4th Armored Battalion, ranked fourth in the Blood Shadow cha Group, not allowing a few fleas to be arrogant here! He didn't care how these fat-bellied strange chas crossed the heavy infantry defenses, nor how the bandit army defeated the Blood-colored rcenary Army's First Armored Assault Group initially. He only knew these chas would pay a bloody price for their recklessness and foolishness!
The Blood Shadow cha Group was the most elite armored force on Mars Planet.
The tide-like Red Gust ford a triangular attack formation while running.
Facing the onslaught of the Green chas, they showed no cowardice—if four hundred chas were scared by a frontal charge from twenty chas, that would be the biggest joke in human history! Since the enemy sought death, let them have it! No matter how loud they shouted, they were like moths to a fla!
The nine Gusts at the forefront of the Triangle Attack Formation, like a sharp red arrow, cranked up their engines and charged head-on towards the twenty Green chas. The exhilarating feeling of this head-on collision made every Northern Alliance cha Soldier's face show a bloodthirsty grin.
This was a pleasure derived from bullying the weak, a twisted brutality. They knew that behind them was a tidal wave of comrades, and in the next second, they could completely drown these twenty Green chas.
From a bird's-eye view, the red and green, large and small attacking arrows, were like two raging rhinos getting closer to each other in their rapid gallop.
Finally, when the distance vanished completely, and the two torrents collided violently, the face of Walker, the commander of the 4th Battalion of the Blood Shadow cha Group, which still bore a sneer, suddenly turned grim as if he'd been slapped hard across his face!
The violent collision sound and the chilling screams suddenly erupted! The forefront nine Red Gusts were smashed to pieces right before his eyes by the Green chas! Their shells were dented, limbs twisted, and external armor along with shattered parts blasted away in all directions. Imdiately after, their entire bodies were thrown into the air like waves crashed against rocks.
The dazzling red Triangle Attack Formation in the morning light instantly lost its shape.
But it wasn't over. After the initial nine chas were knocked aside, the Green chas didn't pause, and they charged into the deeper enemy lines with the sa speed as before the collision. One by one, the Red chas were like stalks of wheat crushed by a Green harvester in a rice field, drawing arcs in the air and crashing into the cha Group behind, making the forrly orderly formation a complete ss.
The Northern Alliance cha Soldiers, their minds blank, almost moved by inertia, encircled the twenty Green chas that broke into the formation from the two wings.
The comrades behind were still surging forward. The hundred-ter-wide street was jam-packed. From the ruins and beside the buildings, in the middle of roads where you could still see road traffic markings… the whole block was like a beehive sward by bees, showing only the bustling Red chas.
Many Northern Alliance Soldiers could no longer see the positions of those twenty Green chas. Their line of sight was completely blocked by their comrades' chas. However, this didn't slow their frantic heartbeat even a fraction because as long as they slightly raised their heads, they could see in the chaos, the sky full of flying red wreckage and the blood and flesh of their comrades…
"Press on! Press on!" Walker's roar echoed as the Red chas clustered forward.
In the airtight encirclent, the Green chas could no longer maintain their high-speed charge. They slowed down, caught in layers of siege…
"Fight independently!"
With Fatty's command, the twenty Rangers suddenly leaped up, scattering far and near, fast and slow, like a blooming chrysanthemum, spreading petals towards the surroundings.
This chrysanthemum was one of blood.
"Kill!" Fatty's blood was already boiling.
The Green chas, like a howling lightning bolt, punched through the belly of a Northern Alliance cha, slapping another Gust's head backward with a fierce backhand.
The hit was so brutal that it almost turned the cha's head into scrap iron. Long-range viewers, radars, sensors, scanners… various fragnts of parts scattered like a waterlon smashed by a swung bat.
Fatty pushed the control lever, forcing the cha to charge through.
Holand, life, freedom, and life itself, words kept churning in Fatty's mind. This distorted, twisted world had countless people dying every day! On Leray's battlefield, and also in the refugee settlents around Puluo Town! They fell under the guns of invaders and those ruthless bastards.
Blood was flowing; the bastards were laughing triumphantly. Did he have any other choice?!
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