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    Although the headquarters is full of footsteps, whispers, system electronic sounds, and the hum of the central computer cooler.  The atmosphere, however, still seemed silent.

    Staff officers belonging to the Resk Front Army were working nervously in front of the Skynet console.

    The current Skynet is just an octopus that has lost most of its tentacles.  Although the network in Phoenix City is still sound, when it touches the front line, it seems not so effective.  The command communication is fairly smooth, but the collection of intelligence is surprisingly slow.  After all, the efficiency of the intelligence transmitted by a small amount of manual active communication is far from the intelligence collected automatically by the Skynet terminal system.

    Skynet is always working in a cycle of constant repair, destruction, repair, and destruction.  This is a common problem in long wars.  As long as the two sides are evenly matched for a certain period of time, this will always be the case.  Without Skynet, the war seems to have returned to ancient times all of a sudden.

    The phone kept ringing, and the communication channel was also full of noise.  While answering, the staff officers quickly input information.  Just like a photographer who has lost his camera, he can only draw the scenery in front of him into a giant oil painting, and draw the outline of the whole picture scroll by adding oil paint on the blank canvas with a stroke of a pen.

    And now the outline of the battle situation is that the 33rd Army has left the Sherlock Mountains and is marching southward.  The fighter jet cluster has also arrived over the town of Frenso.  I heard that the first armored division of the bandit army has arrived at Banyunling and is fighting the enemy, while their second armored division seems to be still on the way, and the specific situation is unclear.

    This kind of simple outline relying on communication information is really a kind of torture.

    Where is the 33rd Army, and can they arrive within the specified time?  How was the battle of the fighter group and what was the loss?  Where is the enemy's successor force, and how strong is it?  Can the Second Armored Division of the bandit army in Banyunling be able to stop the enemy's attack after it goes into battle Oil paintings are oil paintings after all. When viewed from a distance, the trees are dense and the characters are vivid, as if the world is right in front of you.  But if you really want to take a closer look, it's just a bunch of condensed color blocks.  Can't see anything.

    Pierre walked up and down in front of the console with his hands behind his back.  Chen Fengxi stood in front of the Skynet screen and meditated, her fingers subconsciously tapped on the alloy table top of the console.  Now, the only thing they can do seems to be to wait.

    From time to time, the eyes of the two would focus on the elegant body in front of the electronic sand table.

    Margaret, the granddaughter of Hastings and the well-known successor of the Feiyang army, is wearing a blue bandit army uniform at this moment, and her position is only one of several deputy chiefs of staff of the bandit army.

    This fact, while surprising people, also makes people somewhat look forward to the bandit army.  Especially Pierre, if it wasn't for Marguerite standing behind the fat man, if she hadn't raised any doubts about the fat man from beginning to end, he might kill him, and he wouldn't agree to this plan.

    The plan was agreed and implemented, but what is the waiting result?

    "Sir!"

    Suddenly, the communications officer called out loudly.

    "What's the matter?" Chen Fengxi, who was closest to the communications officer, stepped over.

    "The head of the first regiment of my 1352nd Armored Division reported that the enemy's vanguard on the east-west intercity road in Frenso Town retreated eastward within 15 minutes after the bandits entered the battle! Preliminary estimates, within half an hour, we  The army wiped out five armored battalions and one self-propelled artillery battalion of the enemy, and the bandit army has moved the defense line by six kilometers."

    What?  Everyone couldn't believe their ears.

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    One after another, the cyan mechas stepped on the thick fallen leaves, passed through the dimly lit and damp jungle, ran down the hillside, and galloped in formation on the muddy dirt road.  Mud and water splashed everywhere, and the heavy steel mechanical feet made messy footprints in the mud.

    "Hurry up!" Stewart stood on the open command platform of the command mecha with a cold face.

    Amidst the sound of crackling mud and water, one after another mechas rushed past, and the front of the long queue had already reached the top of the mountain ahead.

    "What? Are you unhappy that you didn't get the adjudicator?" Robert stood beside Stuart, looking at the tall former head of the Tiger Special Regiment with a smile.

    Stuart grinned angrily: "I just made a bet with that dwarf Rashid to see who would meet the adjudicator first. Within three minutes, the order came. Damn it, I can't stand that dwarf's smug face  .¡±

    "Hehe." Robert shook his head with a smile. He found that after following the fat man for a long time, no matter Stue-folder in ??.

    "Of course." Benalio nodded.  Immediately, he asked with some uncertainty: "Are you really planning to attack them?"

    "Yes." Robert smiled slightly.

    "When?" Benalio opened his eyes wide, looked over Robert's shoulders, and looked at the bandit mechs gathering in the distance.

    Robert looked at the time and said lightly: "Now!"

    After finishing writing, add up the discarded words and it is close to 8,000.  In fact, I worked very hard.  Do you want to moisten a few monthly tickets?

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