21.Hopelessness

"Old man, Deathbringer calling co-pilot old man!" The tension-free call came into Zhao Yu's ears from his headset, causing him to roll his eyes considerably.

"You should go." Kristin reminded him sympathetically. The two men were now lying on top of another building watching the enemy.

"I know, please curse my captain for me." Jo Yu rolled over and stepped over Kristin's body, unable to resist shaking his left arm after grabbing hold of the escalator beside her and sliding down a few slides to the ground. The strength of his left arm was good, about seventy percent of it had been recovered, it seems that he will be able to recover tomorrow, the new era of medicine really does have its merits.

He looked up at the situation in the town, it was more or less the same as what he expected before the battle. Kristin's tactics were very effective, and the initial raid gave the defenders a real upper hand, but as time passed, the battle was moving in the direction that favored the attacking side.

Even though less than a quarter of the soldiers on the other side remained in combat, these people were equipped with fully functional power armor, and after the initial confusion had gradually regained the will to fight, causing great pressure on the defending troops, who were almost considered to be naked on the battlefield. When Zhao Yu was on the roof, he saw with his own eyes that four mecha infantry formed a squad and launched an attack on a house, and in just thirty seconds, the building that was thought to be able to hold out for ten minutes spewed flames out of every window, and none of the people in the house were able to escape.

The only one who was able to effectively suppress the mech infantry was Gabriel, but after knocking out about ten of them, his position was quickly exposed and drew a fierce retaliation from the other side - two MF2s from the far side of the hill sent shells straight across the five kilometer distance, accurately blasting his sniping spot to pieces.

Gabriel was unharmed, though. I don't know how he found out, in any case, less than three seconds before the shells fell, he had already leapt off the room, the ensuing explosions and waves of air only pushed him into two rolls on the ground, then he climbed up and rushed into another building with amazing agility, and after a few more seconds, the two shells came again, however, by this time, Gabriel had already rushed out of the back door and ran out of the shadow of his body.

"Chooyu, whatever you're going to do, you better do it fast." Kristin's voice rang through the headset, "I think they'll be back in action soon!"

"That's great news!" The news wasn't overly surprising, Kristin had warned them long ago that the West Coast National Army they were part of and the Alliance Army that was their enemy, although they used mechs that originated from the same family and therefore functioned in roughly the same way, they still differed in their programming, and if it wasn't for the fact that Gabriel had come over here wearing a set of Alliance Army mechs, Kristin wouldn't have had a chance of even deciphering the coding to rewrite the corresponding programs.

However now was already the limit. With only one generator, the corresponding code was also a temporary work (most of it was directly copied from the pre-set program in the generator), this kind of coded attack couldn't kill a person at all, it could only temporarily impede their movement, and this effect was about to come to an end, as an incomplete version of the weapon, the physiological detection system of the Alliance Army's mechs should have already detected the abnormality of the user, and started to take remedial measures.

In other words, in at most five more minutes, those alliance troops that have not yet been finished off are going to be resurrected with full blood ... well, probably not full blood.

At a time like this, the only cards the defenders could use were the two still functional battle vehicles. The members of the vehicles were all unequipped with power armor and chariot combat suits and were completely unaffected by the coded attacks, and all Zhao Yu had to do was to run back to the Deathbringer's side as fast as he could.

"So what are you doing as a co-pilot, a chariot co-pilot ... with injuries on his hands, you're running up to the roof and pretending to observe?" Borg trailed off in his headset, pronouncing the word "chariot" extra heavily, "But I won't blame you, dear old man, as long as you show up in the cockpit in less than a minute!"

"Oh give it up then, I've only just seen MF1!!! two hundred meters away!" Zhao Yu was starting to miss the EM rounds that had pitted our side earlier, but unfortunately searching the town didn't reveal a second one.

This part of the street was still a "backwater", and the Mech Infantry were too limited in number to break through here anytime soon, while the MF1 was quietly parked behind a shopping mall, as if it was a model for soliciting business.

But when he saw the miserable "DAETH" on the spider's shell, Zhao Yu still felt a sense of kinship in his heart.

"Co-pilot Private First Class Zhao Yu reporting for duty, Captain."

Borg craned his head to look at Cho-woo, who had just entered the cockpit, and reached out to nod at the co-pilot's seat.

"Staff Sergeant James, the sweep has begun."

A gruff voice laughed over the comm channel, "Don't need you to command, boy!"

Huge chariots shaped as if they were beetles slammed through the wall and rushed out from behind a building!

This was the only chariot that the 472nd Mecha Regiment had left in Hudik Town besides the Deathbringer. Because of its slow traveling speed and insufficient energy reserves to reach the fifth battle zone, this "Heavy Shield" chose to stay behind and become the biggest guarantee for the town's defenders.

As its code name describes, the Heavy Shield is a complete mobile fortress, reaching a height of 7 meters, weighing more than 80 tons, and having a crazy reinforcement on the armor, the only problem lies in the speed of its movement, and it is specially used for the urban defense of the chariot. However, with the gradual normalization of the North American battlefield, this purely defensive type of chariot also gradually withdrew from the battlefield, but at this moment, it became a crucial part of whether or not it could hold the town.

"Three hundred and thirty meters ahead, focus your strikes!" Deathbringer was right behind the heavy shield, "Even if it's MF2, it's still ..."

Before the words fell, two shells whistled, and one of them landed right on the heavy shield, erupting in a very exaggerated sound and light effect, even Borg closed his mouth until the fire cleared and he saw that the heavy shield was unharmed, and then he did a wiping of sweat, "Even the MF2 can't smash open the heavy shield's shell!"

Zhao Yu felt that the current situation was much better than previously expected, "Captain, is it true that as long as we make sure that the heavy shields hold the front, they can't do anything to us?"

"That's true if they only have MF2." Borg laughed, "Originally, if the heavy shield was surrounded by a maneuverable light chariot, such as the MF1, it would have been in a very awkward situation, if it was a pervert like the BTX, I'm afraid that only two of them would have been able to take care of it.... Luckily, they left all of their chariots in the town! "

The Alliance forces that entered the town were still routed, they were being driven out step by step or turned into corpses altogether.

Captain Zorg stood frozen on the hillside, staring dead at the town. All he could feel was his injured leg shaking so badly it almost dropped him to the ground.

Why had it come to this? What exactly did they use to disarm most of the people in an instant?

According to this trend, at nightfall, not to mention the total annihilation of the defenders, even his own unit might be eaten!

The sound of rumbling battle tanks marching sounded behind them, and it wasn't the two MF2s, but something else. Hearing this sound, Captain Zorg was finally relieved.

Although he had behaved disgracefully, it was better than a complete failure of the mission - the real battle was just beginning now.

On the other hand, Zhao Yu's mood was a bit better; the troops invading the town of Hudik had finally slowly regained their mobility, but they had already lost more than half of their manpower, and the sky had already darkened; in thirty minutes at the most, the earth would be plunged into darkness, forcing a halftime tag on this battlefield. For the town's defenders, this was exactly what was sought after, and if everything reached its optimal state, they could even consider taking advantage of the night to break out.

Zhao Yu had this thought for a split second: Has the heavens finally gotten tired of all this tossing and turning and intends to let us go in peace?

After only a few minutes, his fluke was completely shattered by a black line that appeared on the opposite hillside.

"What the ... hell?" Even Borg couldn't help but wipe his own eyes as he stared at the scene displayed on the screen, "Just how many people have they sent after us?!"

At least thirty battle tanks appeared on the hillside, along with thousands of mecha infantry, completely filling the entire hillside, and the red dots representing the enemy on the display were densely packed.

Major Chandler narrowed his eyes and looked down the hill at the town.

"Captain, I want to see a detailed report after the operation."

Captain Zorg hung his head and saluted, "Yes, sir."

"Must admit though, they've done a good job so far. I'm curious to see what else these guys can do next." Major Chandler looked back at his troops, "Round two will now begin."

Ten MF2's fired together, turning the southern end of the town of Hudik into a complete sea of fire.

"They really ... forget it, I'd do the same thing in their place." Borg woefully commanded the Deathloks to back up to safety, "Kristin! Can the generator affect them?"

Kristin's reply came immediately, "Sorry sir, the distance is too far unless they enter the town."

Zhao Yu shook his head, "I don't think they'll be able to enter easily without blowing the place flat."

"Don't think of good things." Lieutenant Lee's voice came out from the communication channel, "Sergeant Borg Ansor, you and your men have done your combat duty, I am now ordering you and your men to break out as the supreme commander in the field."

"But Lieutenant ...!"

"That's an order, Sergeant." Lt. Lee interrupted, "Get the hell out of this town as fast as you can, we'll fight to the end, but don't expect much delay."

Borg was silent for a few seconds, and when he reconnected the communication, his voice had become calmer, "Order confirmed, sir, 475th Mech Regiment is now withdrawing from the battlefield."

Not only Zhao Yu, even Hunter, who had been silent, twisted his head to look at the captain, "Sergeant, are we really leaving?"

"If there is a glimmer of hope of winning, or even a glimmer of hope of being able to inflict serious losses on them ... even if that hope is small, I can stay." Borg suppressed his voice and asked, "You tell me, do we have such a hope?"

There was silence in the cockpit.