B7 and B8 abandoned machine gun close combat, jumped out of their chas, and rendezvoused with B1 and B2.
After a simple operation by B1 and B2, the forelimbs of B7 and B8 were fitted with high-frequency blades.
The next mont, the power armor and scorpion cha approached step by step, their pace uniform and slow, like a pack of hyenas.
Thick smoke billowed, the distant sunrise looked like sunset, and the eight-ter chas appeared like cowboys who had wandered onto the wrong path in a Western movie.
"Don't hesitate, they are just buying ti, wipe them out!" Turquoise Pool said sternly.
"Civilian chas don't have many weapons, there's no way out." Beia Triss said softly, the cha's ammo storage displayed in red on the monitor.
The only thing left was the 20mm autocannon on the right arm, but it was only capable of repelling the power armor and scorpion cha.
"They shouldn't be able to break through our cha, right?" Li Qianxia said uncertainly.
Civilian chas are limited in firepower and control systems but not in armor; the armoring of this year's champion deluxe version of the eight-ter cha could even rival that of a 15-ter military cha.
With the equipnt of this small unit, they could only spark a few fires on the eight-ter cha's armor; even armor-piercing bullets wouldn't cause actual damage.
"There's also the high-frequency blade." Beia Triss remarked.
The high-frequency blade, a weapon small in attack range, but unmatched in sharpness.
Turquoise Pool's gaze shifted to Beia Triss.
Now, with the cockpit under the line of fire, getting her out, let alone all four of them, would be difficult.
If there really were no other options, they'd have to kill her, let the main mission fail, and return to the ship ahead of schedule.
But she didn't want to resort to that unless absolutely necessary, not because of the mission, nor because she valued Beia Triss's life, but because of the penalties.
Three white cards facing off against one black card seed like an overwhelming situation, but there could still be unpredicted outcos, like if the black card is a mber of the national team or even if it was simply these three people beside her.
"So what do we do?" Li Qianxia asked instinctively.
"Let go out, just revealing my identity should keep us safe for the ti being." Beia Triss hesitated before speaking softly, "Though it's also fruitless."
"That's what I've been saying." Li Changzhou, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
All four turned to look at him.
"Princess, you don't understand what a real man is."
"A real man?" Beia Triss looked puzzled.
Wasn't that a dirty joke?
"A real man—"
The cha's left arm drew a short knife, shining with an iron-grey cold light from its waist, and the blade began to vibrate at high frequency the next second.
"—even knowing it's fruitless, will still do it!"
Both hands pushed hard on the control sticks.
The deep chanical roar, the 50-ton cha, charged out like a mad bull.
The power armor soldiers in the path of the charge swiftly dodged aside, while two Scorpion chas made tentative machine gun shots, and eight chanical legs slid out as if moving on ice.
Li Changzhou suddenly pulled back on the control sticks.
The cha twisted sharply to the right, its left arm with the high-frequency blade slashing down, bisecting a Scorpion cha that had stealthily approached from another angle in an instant.
With a boom, it turned into a pile of electronic scrap!
"Enemy cha B12, destroyed."
Sizzle—
"Left leg damaged... Shock absorption effect reduced."
Without looking, Li Changzhou pressed his thumb on the red button of the control stick, twisted the palm grip, and adjusted the direction by pulling the arm stick.
The aiming reticle moved rapidly across the monitor.
Bang! Bang!
Two power armors rushing out from around the corner of a building were precisely shot back.
Bang! Bang!
A power armor leaping from the rooftop and a Scorpion cha, were blown away by a shock wave in the rising sun.
The control sticks were pulled back, and the cha turned around.
Bang! A close-range shot blasted a Scorpion cha that was ready to "embrace."
The aiming reticle moved rapidly, shaking the optical display on the screen to the point of blurring.
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Bang! Bang!
The right arm cannon continued to fire, repelling the approaching power armor and Scorpion cha.
"Right arm temperature rising... Cooling system activated."
As expected of the champion's edition, and also an accessory of the Empire cha "Burning", the cooling system thought it necessary to start working only then.
But the enemy was too nurous, and the weak firepower couldn't cause any damage.
The angles at which the opponents attacked beca trickier each ti, seemingly sensing that Li Changzhou knew only the angles convenient for shooting.
Especially the Scorpion chanics.
With strange steps, they scurried onto the cha's body like skating on the ground, leaving a nick on the armor.
"Enemy cha B8, destroyed"
Sizzle—
"Right arm damaged... Right arm cooling system malfunction"
"Right arm temperature rising."
After repelling another power armor, Li Changzhou released the firing key, his fingers tapping rapidly on the mini-keypad ahead of the control stick, inputting commands, his feet pressing on the pedals.
The power furnace's heart throbbed violently.
Control sticks pulled back!
Bang! The jets accelerated, and the cha leaned backward, dodging the high-frequency blades of two power armors.
The left ring finger pressed the 'hand-leg switch' key, the left control stick was pulled back!
The cha's left leg pulled back in a split-like fashion, driving deep into the concrete road surface, anchoring the cha's body.
At that mont, left control stick at the back, right control stick in the front, two power armors were leaping over the cockpit.
Inside the cockpit, Li Changzhou had his left hand at the back and his right hand in front, like a boxer ready to throw a punch.
The ring finger released the 'hand-leg switch' key, and the left arm lunged forward with a punch-like thrust!
"Ah—"
Li Changzhou roared fiercely, imrsed in "Concentration," as if he and the cha were one, he was the one wielding the left arm's high-frequency blade!
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