When the enemy is fast, they are fast, when the enemy is slow, they are slow. When the enemy disperses, they attack from four sides. When the enemy coalesces to besiege them, they withdraw... In short, they are like aliens in a movie parasitizing an opponent, using their tentacles to drill along the prey’s veins, slicing little by little but at lightning speed.
This tactic was developed by Fatty as an evolution of guerrilla tactics. Unlike guerrilla tactics, the bandit army’s overwhelming strength does not require tactical retreat; what they need is the efficiency of slaughter!
When the enemy huddles together to form a circular defensive formation or a massive armored cluster, to utilize the bandit army’s individual combat advantage, they must be cut apart. Precise cutting not only turns the enemies hiding within the formation into targets but also geometrically reduces the power of their formation.
More importantly, during the early stages of battle, the bandit army does not waste combat power due to a narrow attack range.
The five attack arrows have already turned into ten; it won’t take long before they become twenty. Often, the enemy before them unknowingly transforms from a regiment into a battalion, and then from a battalion into a company. The smaller the enemy is cut into pieces, the faster their fragmentation, and the higher the efficiency of slaughter.
Deactivating the communicator to block Langman’s panicked voice from his ear, Reinhardt once again focuses on Fatty. The Judger’s fierce moves target Fatty’s vital areas relentlessly.
"It’s unbelievable that trash like you could make it this far!" Reinhardt thrusts in a zigzag, his ghostly figure appearing to Fatty’s left, throwing a punch.
"You’re the trash! Your whole family is trash!" Fatty struggles to block Reinhardt’s iron fist, Logic retreats over ten meters, sharp anti-slip teeth gouging white seams into the hard ground.
Reinhardt sneers, stepping forward in the Mecha, twisting his waist, sinking his shoulder, flinging his jet-black arm. With a crack like a whip, the lever and joints produce a sharp sound, the fist explodes through the air faster than the eye can see. All that reaches Fatty’s head is the shrill sound of the wind.
"I heard the Leray Federation was defeated terribly, even the President committed suicide. It’s a miracle for someone like you to still be alive." Reinhardt’s voice is cold as a viper, viciously saying, "Now die!"
"Boom!" Fatty again steps back a few steps! Reinhardt’s speed has exceeded his limit.
"Hahahaha!" Reinhardt’s laughter is indescribably piercing, the Judger shadows him closely, pressing onward. The whole body of the Mecha suddenly compresses as if squeezed by something, then bursts and expands with a bang, sending a side kick directly toward Fatty’s left waist amid the deafening explosion.
This kick is extreme in speed. Even though Reinhardt hasn’t systematically studied Mecha Martial Arts, Fatty can see from the Judger’s shrinking then bursting technique that Reinhardt has perfected the movements in Mechanical Control Standards. Moreover, he has also learned from civilian Mecha Martial Arts, absorbing a lot of their essence.
After all, with the strength of the Binart Empire, winning over several schools is not difficult. Besides Mars Free Port, there are four other Free Ports. Especially Earth, which has deeper roots in Mecha Martial Arts than Mars!
With a reverse Tai Chi move that resembles a seal, Logic trembles both hands, attaching them to the Judger’s leg, arms compressing like springs to the body’s limit, resolving the speed and strength of this kick.
"Being Bonnie’s fling must mean you have some skills," Reinhardt said with a vicious smile, "but do you think you can still win against me?"
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
The rapid clanging of metal resounded again, Reinhardt instantaneously released eight punches and six kicks. The Judger advanced like a meteor, fists and feet weaving residual shadows like a black thousand-handed Guanyin.
Fatty retreated while blocking Reinhardt’s attacks one by one.
The two Mechas advanced and retreated swiftly as arrows. The immense roar of engines, and the random bright and dim ion streams of auxiliary thrusters made the two silhouettes look like two fast-moving Ghosts.
"You trash-talking bastard!"
Blocking Reinhardt’s flying leg, Fatty spat fiercely, his left hand rapidly changing six gears on the Universal Control Stick, his right hand scattered phantom images across the Virtual Keyboard. Logic’s feet paused, the engine screeching from low to high, the auxiliary thruster suddenly gleamed, his body rose from the ground, legs kicking consecutively.
"Come down!" Reinhardt’s voice exploded amidst a series of metallic clangs, the Judger’s hands rapidly waving, first blocking, then chasing Fatty’s kicking speed, changing from blocking to grabbing, trying to drag Fatty down.
If this grab was solid, with Fatty having no leverage in the air, he would be nearly certain to die.
"Down you go!" Fatty sneered, the magnetic instrument started instantly, an invisible force spread widely.
Reinhardt only felt his Mecha arms pushed open, center wide open, Fatty kicked fiercely at the Judger’s chest, sending it tumbling backward. At the same time, Fatty used this force to shoot out sideways, grabbing a Judger’s Mecha leg by surprise, and swung it around.
Reinhardt barely regained his balance after flipping in the air, only to see Fatty swinging a Judger Mecha toward him. His face instantly changed. The Judger, priding itself on speed, could not possibly withstand the smashing force of a Mecha weighing tens of tons. Competing in strength was out of the question against Rampage.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, Fatty swung the Judger down onto Reinhardt’s head, the massive Mecha sealing off all attack routes for Reinhardt.
Reinhardt retreated in alarm, narrowly avoiding the huge weapon in Fatty’s hand. With a deafening crash, rubble flew, and the Judger thundered onto the ground like a mountain collapsing.
Before Reinhardt could recover from the shock of the sheer power of the broken Mecha, Fatty swung the already deformed Mecha like a windmill, charging wildly again.
"No escape!" Fatty was delighted with the upper hand.
The Mecha swung frantically.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Deafening explosions transmitted through SkyNet to the Phoenix City Command Center hall.
Watching Fatty swinging the Mecha and chasing the enemy, everyone stared in bewilderment.
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