Chapter 348 Gundam Attack

Now is the most critical moment, and using the xv104 Torrent Combat Suit is not a disgrace to this powerful equipment.

"We will do everything we can. This is the last blow. If we fail, we will have to flee and retreat to the Damocles Gulf. All sacrifices and battles will become worthless dust. Gentlemen, for the Greater Good, for the Manifest Destiny of the Tau Empire!"

Yingyang's speech was transmitted to all soldiers through the radio channel, allowing them to know the heavy responsibility on their shoulders.

"Let's go. I didn't expect I could still live until now." Yan Ou got off the Manta, and his body was covered with temporary promotion marks and medals of honor.

It is difficult to find a sergeant who has lived as long as him on this battlefield. All his experience is so precious.

So no one in the team dared to speak loudly to him, not even the proud boys in combat suits.

"This is the xv8 Crisis Combat Suit 145 team. I am Captain Oss. We will follow your command."

"Did you just get off the transport ship?"

"No, we came to support from the container area at the equator of the planet. We didn't expect..."

"Didn't expect the fight here to be so fierce? Right?"

Oss was a little dissatisfied with Yan Ou's frivolous attitude, but when he saw the golden Fire Blade logo on his chest, he swallowed his dissatisfaction.

A Fire Blade captain who survived more than a hundred days of close combat assault, whether it is luck or strength, is indispensable.

The strength of the Fire Blade captain in front of him must be terrifying.

"Okay, you comrades who came from other trivial battlefields, you have heard what Commander Yingyang said, we can already breathe under the shadow of the giant tower, and now we are going to let the giant tower fall to the ground."

Yan Ou raised his hand and pointed at the giant tower. The soldiers looked up and they could see the appearance of the mechanical giant tower made by the human empire.

Like a mountain towering into the clouds, a huge ball of lightning shone on the top of the tower, releasing endless magnetic electricity to shoot down all aircraft that wanted to approach.

This place has become a no-fly zone on the battlefield. Aircraft carrying bombs cannot enter the attack range at all and will be destroyed by fierce lightning.

Manta's long-range attack is like scraping the shield of the giant tower. Yan Ou even suspects that Manta's ion cannon attack can also charge the shield of the giant tower.

With each round of volley, he felt that the shield of the giant tower became brighter.

"Now let me tell you the details of this battlefield. First, turn off all the advanced equipment on your helmet, such as auxiliary aiming and terrain guidance! Just leave observation and basic sound reception for me."

"Why is that, sir?"

"See that damn electric ball? The closer you get, the louder the scream of your equipment will be! If you don't want to be killed by the flashing screen and sharp sound, turn them all on."

"What about us? And what about our electromagnetic weapons?" The combat suit team looked at each other. The problem Yan Ou mentioned was indeed very serious. You know, they used to carry out electromagnetic interference against the imperial army. This was the first time they were interfered with by electromagnetic interference.

"You should be fine. The heavy iridium alloy armor on you can ensure the operation of the equipment, although the effect is not as good as before."

"But as for our electromagnetic weapons." Yan Ou shook his head, "Forget those things. The enemy here is not the so-called Imperial Guard. It is a more terrifying thing. I still can't tell whether it is human or not."

"But remember, if you see a group of people singing to you, hide quickly."

"Singing?" A combat suit was a little confused. What Yan Ou said was really strange.

But Yan Ou was too lazy to continue. Every time he explained to the support troops who came, and gave them combat briefings.

But few people believed this nonsense. They had only seen the Imperial Guard in other battlefields on this planet. They only regarded the robots in red robes as an AI device.

Seeing a fire warrior holding the electromagnetic grenade on his waist with his hand, Yan Ou knew that this kid would not live long.

"Okay! Wait for the air force and artillery to attack! We are heading to hell!"

After three minutes, the only remaining pilots of the Qi clan made the final attack. These darlings of the sky had already suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield.

Only the pilot of the killer whale transport ship had the highest survival rate. The other pilots basically died on the way to attack the giant tower.

But they should have died happily. Yan Ou now envied the pilots a little. He was more and more afraid of a radioactive bullet hitting his body.

The more miserable death he saw, the more he feared this inhumane weapon.

After several rounds of attacks, Yan Ou and his team saw the airdrop pods that had been cut through the sky falling down. He knew that the elite troops sent by the command center were about to enter the battlefield.

"For the greater good!" Yan Ou ran out of the bunker first, followed by vehicles and infantry.

Even vehicles like hammerhead sharks had to provide cover for the infantry and accompany the charge.

Everything in the joint combat manual was useless. There was no place for ambush or weak points here. There was only one way to go, which was to attack head-on.

Yan Ou ran quickly on the muddy and dry ground.

The mud was because the new bodies were crushed by the artillery fire from both sides, leaving a pile of flesh paste with no visible structure.

The dryness was because the old remains that had turned to ash and carbon were compacted by the ruthless footsteps, making crisp cracking sounds from time to time.

Yan Ou felt that every time he took a step, he was stepping on thousands of corpses. There was only death and pain in front of him, and countless vehicle wreckage became witnesses to their ignorance.

He shrank to the side of a crashed Manta aircraft, looking back at the fallen soldiers and destroyed armored units.

A soldier was shot in the leg, and he fell in the mud and dryness of the corpses, trying to crawl towards Yan Ou, but the poison and radiation that continued to seep into the wound made him die in a few seconds, becoming a fallen red flower that was eager to turn into spring mud.

As long as there is a little injury, you are dead.

Yan Ou sighed, and fired the pulse gun in his hand, hitting several enemies who were struggling in the mud like him.

Some were political commissars, and some were non-commissioned officers. Their clothes were different, their positions were different, but their fates were the same.

He dodged and advanced under the shadow of the huge vehicle. He was now fighting only by intuition. Judging from the fact that he had not died yet, his intuition was indeed very good.

Size comparison of some combat uniforms and Fire Clan warriors