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No matter how fierce the battle is, life still has to go on.
"Mars Express" did not stop publishing because of the war. On the contrary, for most ordinary people hiding in their homes, basements and suburban refugee camps, knowing the progress of the war through radio, television and newspapers has become the only thing they pay attention to every day.
By this time, paper media could no longer be distributed, but the Mars Express could still be read with the help of the ubiquitous wireless civilian network and a palm-type portable computer. And the video clips shot on the spot are the guarantee of the competition between "Mars Express" and the network TV station.
Zhang Kai has always felt that Puluo Town is his blessed land.
The Mars Express reporter, who was worried about being fired a few days ago, rose to the top because of his exclusive report on Tian Xingjian's consecutive kicks against the Ninth Hall. Now he is the team leader of the Mars Express news team and the deputy editor-in-chief .
Now he is lying on the window sill of an office on the 120th floor of the Cape Trade Building in Puluo Town, recording everything that happened in Puluo Town with a camera.
This building, located in the west-central part of Puluo Town, belongs to the sphere of influence of the newly established genre mutual aid alliance. Because it has not been affected by the flames of war, every office here is full of people.
Among these people, some were employees who originally worked in the building, but stayed here for various reasons. Some are homeless people scattered from various places. ¡ª¡ªIn the central city area, there is no complete block at the moment. Every street and every building is a battlefield.
Looking from the building, there are still many people in the space city and residential buildings not far away. People who have nowhere to go can only stay at home and gamble on their luck, praying that the shells will not patronize them.
Very helpless, but also very realistic. Even if you are going to die, it is far better to die at home and be hit by a shell at some point than to be outside.
Now, everyone is huddled on the window sill, quietly watching what happened in the distance.
Their eyes were terrified and numb. No one knows how long they can stay here, nor at which second their life will come to an abrupt end.
In the distance, the flaming mechs, like the tide, were wreaking havoc. That is a completely inhuman massacre! Wherever they went, dead bodies littered the field. They killed not only soldiers, but also civilians. Those residential buildings without any threat became the targets of their random display of force.
Massacre, looting, arson!
Seeing the living beings in the distant block fall silently one by one, the blood flowed like a river, the men bit their lips tightly, and the women couldn't help crying. They had never seen hell, but now they saw it¡ªa red hell full of fire and blood!
The tide of red demons is surging towards this side.
All eyes were on Echo Street, on the dozens of black mechas in front of the long line.
The prayers in Zhang Kai's ears never stopped.
Everyone is praying, praying that those black mechas can block the red tide. Despite the huge disparity in the number of the two sides, even though people all knew that their prayers were an extravagant hope, they still prayed with all their hearts¡ªit was already their last hope.
Will that thin line of defense collapse?
The frenzy of red mechas, chasing the panicked and fleeing people, is getting closer and closer to Echo Street.
Finally, the tide turned at the T-junction and rushed towards Echo Street. Amidst the sound of guns, explosions and screams, the black mecha remained silent, without any movement. They are like a lifeless embankment built of boulders, waiting for the flood to come.
The crowd running at the forefront passed through the defense line lined up by black mechs. The dense bullets and shells bit them tightly. People kept falling while running.
Violently red, silently black. In this still and moving picture, there was no conflict between the two sides. The red mecha didn't attack the defense line, and the black mecha didn't intend to do anything. Until, a rampant red mecha threw a corpse in front of the black mecha.
Everyone's hearts almost sank to the bottom of the sea at that moment. They stand taller, so they can see farther. In the distance, swarms of red mechas filled their sights. Everyone knew that the arrogant red mecha was provoking, but no one had the slightest feeling of anger, only endless sadness.
Unless those black mechas are lunatics, they can only stand there and maintain that thin line of defense.
thatThe red of ? was resisting in a panic, and there was a dead silence behind them.
And at the forefront of these black mechas, a mecha is leading them to kill.
Fatty drove a [Horizontal Knife] to the front. The hand speed of seventy-two movements per second has been brought to the extreme by him.
A single ax cut down a red mech, [Horizontal Knife] jumped up, kicked out his legs in a series of lightning, and kicked the cockpit of the other mech to pieces, before it landed, it folded in the air like a big bird Hovering, the tomahawk in his hand drew a sharp arc, directly splitting the head of the third mech.
Without waiting for the mechas behind to catch up, he jumped and walked through with a textbook-like precision, and shot into another group of retreating red mechas¡ªonly a golden and iron clang was heard, and the red mechas The crowd exploded like fireworks, and several red mechs with missing limbs and legs were thrown flying in all directions.
In the eyes of the bandit mech fighters, their chief has turned into a god of death. Fight fiercely in close quarters, shoot with precision from a distance. Under his control, the mecha is like a wolf in a herd of sheep, every move is full of killing moves.
His speed was so fast that no one could tell which of the phantoms galloping, jumping, and moving in the group of red mechs was his real body.
The red mecha in front of him had no enemies in one round.
On the top of the Puluo branch building, Cosmo, Baz, Wetherill and the elders, as well as the thousand-year-old blue fighters, all silently watched what happened in front of them.
Their eyes have been widened to the maximum, and their nostrils are flaring. Some people bit their lips tightly, and some people's fists almost clenched water!
With one change, Mount Tai overwhelmed, swept away thousands of troops, dragons and tigers, like a shadow That black mecha taught them a lesson!
And what made Cosmo's heart surge to the point of being unstoppable the most was the one hundred and twenty black mechas that rolled into a monstrous frenzy.
Far and near buildings, there are waves of cheers resounding through the sky.
The one hundred and twenty mechas are still marching forward.
This picture of victory that is closely related to him is laid out in front of his eyes. The young pilots have never been so proud and passionate like they are now, and they have never been so deeply aware of this era of heroes in troubled times.
Aside from the dozens of Lelei fighters among them, those pirates who they usually look down on from the bottom of their hearts are now tough professional fighters.
In front of them, the enemy was retreating.
Behind them, the people are cheering!
They have already won the respect of everyone!
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