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Chapter 158 One Wins Seven

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    Seeing the enemy approaching quickly, Dalton shouted orders.

    "Spread out, two groups, don't get close to its attack range! Watch out for poison anchors!"

    The speed of both sides is about the same.  Dalton believed that it was impossible for that machine to carry more throwable swords than the number 'two'.  Therefore, up to now, although he regretted the loss of two subordinates, he felt that it was still possible to defeat it.

    The only thing that needs to be guarded against is the poison anchor - that is the knightmare chest configuration, with a cable hammer device, also known as the flying wing claw.  It can be ejected and is strong enough to pierce hard rocks. It is a sharp weapon for knightmare to attack enemies and help move.

    The attack range of "it" he just mentioned is to take the length of the cable carried by the poison anchor into consideration.

    The five airframes were immediately divided into two groups.  A group of three mechas, and another group of two mechas They were originally facing the opponent's mecha, but now, they circled around the opponent's mecha.

    No matter who it is, there will be a momentary confusion when encountering choices-Dalton firmly believes in this.

    This arrangement was made on this premise.  As long as the opponent considers whether it is advantageous to pursue the left or the right first, then his smooth movements after entering the battlefield will appear stagnant.  Even if it is extremely small, or even a moment that is difficult for them to notice and grasp, the balance of victory will tilt towards them.

    However, beyond Dalton's expectation, the machine body passed through the vacated center without hesitation.

    Dalton snapped, 'Damn it!  Does the other party have such a big appetite?  You actually want to eat my entire army?  '

    Aren't there dozens of Knightmare in the forward direction of that airframe?

    Dalton gritted his teeth, "Catch up and entangle it!" He even called out three more aircraft from the army to form a team in front of that aircraft, trying to block its advancing route.

    In the forward direction of that machine body, the first thing that appeared was the wreckage of the two machine bodies that had been successively destroyed before.  After they exploded, they were emitting thick smoke.

    Dalton saw that the aircraft deliberately rushed into the narrow path between the two wreckages, he frowned and thought:

    ¡®Does it want to recycle those two swords?  '

    Together with this thought, he couldn't help but slow down the speed of the body.  However, the pilot of the airframe next to him didn't have the judgment like him, so he immediately manipulated the airframe to rush out.

    "Wait!" Dalton shouted: "Just hang on, don't rush to attack."

    That's what he said, and it took only 0.5 seconds.  It's a pity that halfway through the conversation, the pilot on his side had already ejected the poison anchor at the opponent's body That means the two sides had gotten closer to that distance.

    What he saw next made Dalton couldn't help shouting in his heart, 'What a monster!  '.

    What did he see?

    The enemy body actually moved forward, and then slid out of a simple arc and turned around.  After turning around, it was already facing Dalton and the others, but it was still moving in the original direction, and there was no blockage in the middle No, it couldn't be, it was short and Dalton couldn't detect it.

    Dalton originally thought that the opponent would use this method to avoid the poisonous anchor ejected by one's own body.  He just thought that the other party had such abilities, but he still felt that he had underestimated the other party The enemy machine actually grabbed the cables of the two poison anchors shot out by his own machine body with his empty hands at the same time.

    Pull hard!

    The own body, which was originally moving in that direction, suddenly lost its balance and fell forward to the ground.  And that enemy machine even used this pull to change its moving direction by 180 degrees By the time it noticed it, it had already rushed over.

    With two chirping sounds, the enemy plane¡¯s poison anchor ejected, and the ones being attacked were not the two closest aircraft of its own side, but the last two aircraft that were within the attack range of the poison anchor during such a two-way movement.

    Dalton and the other machine beside him were not lucky that the poison anchor was not present.  They hurriedly stopped the machine body, resisting the pain caused by the acceleration caused by the change of direction, and desperately moved in a direction away from that machine body.

    This is still slow.

    The halberd in the enemy's hand has already been swung.

    It grasped the end of the handle, and the sharp blade slid across the two machine bodies.  Cut one down the middle, and the other is a cut from the right shoulder to the left chest.

    "General!" The two pilots, who had only been wounded in the legs and arms by the poisonous anchor, had intentionally popped out of the cockpit to stay away from the battlefield, approached.Seeing that Dalton's body was hit from the ground, he shouted anxiously: "Get out of the cockpit!"

    Dalton's body was the one that was cut through the left chest from the shoulder.  Now, in the cockpit, there is a deep wound from his right forehead to his left cheek.  Blood had flowed all over his face, blurring the vision of his right eye.

    Hearing the shouts of his subordinates, he woke up from his defeat.  After looking at the cockpit with electric arcs bouncing in front of him, he smiled wryly This expression touched the wound, making it more painful, more bleeding, more helpless and regretful.

    'I'm probably done with it.  '

    "Go on your own," he shouted to the two through the uninterrupted communicator, "Tell Her Royal Highness for me that Dalton can follow her without any regrets!"

    He tried to pull around the cockpit, trying to get the body moving again.  There was a ferocity in those blood-soaked eyes¡ªeven if she died, she couldn't lose the ambition of Cornelia's runner-up to fight to the end.

    "General!" shouted the two pilots.

    Afterwards, they should have withdrawn from the cockpit, manipulated the machine body to pick up the assault rifle that fell aside, and shot at the enemy plane standing not far from the Dalton plane.

    "Idiot, what are you doing?" Dalton shouted angrily.

    "General, we have no regrets being able to be your subordinate!" The drivers shouted.

    Sure enough, the enemy plane was attracted by their firepower, and slid past them, and the two airframes were cut apart without any accident.

    Their voices were missing from Dalton's comms, and his consciousness was beginning to blur from blood and injuries.

    However, thanks to the brief delay of the two subordinates, the other three aircrafts that had come to build the encirclement network shot alternately and rushed to the side of the Dalton aircraft.  Two mechas supported it which was completely silent, another covered and fired, and three mechas fled to the main formation

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