The Suss soldiers’ will to resist swiftly crumbled as they watched their comrades fall one by one beside them.
Since they charged alongside the Judgers, five hundred black mechas have been continuously testing their nerve limits with relentless slaughter.
These five hundred black mechas could kill an equal number of Suss mechas every minute. If these Black Deaths hadn’t spent most of their initial time on inserting and dividing, this duration could even be reduced to five seconds. And with the five hundred-member teams splitting into ten fifty-member attack groups, the killing efficiency of the Black Devil Mechas is exponentially increasing.
The wide D88 highway had become a hellish scene. Thousands of mecha wreckages were scattered on the road and the fields on both sides. Dry wild grass ignited, explosions hurled burning debris into the sky, and like a fire rain, it showered down. Thick black smoke continuously birthed from the flames, rolling and spreading across the entire battlefield sky.
Some Suss knights who couldn’t escape in time screamed in agony in their blazing cockpits.
Some cockpits opened, and a fireman waved his hands in despair and howled while rushing out, while other cockpits couldn’t open, leaving the Suss knights with no room for struggle, burned alive.
The central group charging along the road had completely descended into chaos. Out of the three battalions engaged, less than two companies remained.
The flanking troops seemed slightly better, but the rapidly advancing bandit armored troops were bringing chaos to them. Those fifty-member black mecha teams were like daggers running rampant on the plains. Everywhere across the vast wilderness were the fast-moving figures of these black mecha teams.
The Suss soldiers couldn’t imagine how much longer they could endure when these black mechas eventually split into five-member attack squads.
Nine battalions of combat units, about twelve to thirteen thousand soldiers. Adding in the non-combat transport mechas, electronic mechas, and command mechas, it’s no more than fifteen to sixteen thousand in total. Theoretically, it wouldn’t take more than half an hour for this force to be completely wiped out! And the truth is, as soon as losses exceed sixty percent, even during a breakout for survival, the troops would collapse.
After all, life is singular. No one would want to lose it for nothing. Rather than being slaughtered, it’s better to surrender.
The officers were having a hard time controlling their troops.
With comrades around them falling one by one and the opponent sustaining no injuries, even the strongest soldiers couldn’t suppress their fear. Many of the Suss soldiers broke away from the group and fled into the distance. As the tidal-like Central Group shattered into thousands of blood-red sprays on those black reefs, those slightly smarter knew that now wasn’t the time for heroics.
A few had reached the bandit troops’ western armored company and had already stopped. They were supposed to engage from another direction but were gradually moving away from the battlefield’s center.
Boom! Another dazzling light swept across the land.
The Suss mecha warriors looked up and saw, on a distant mound, as a shadow barely dodged, fierce fire erupted from a barely recognizable Judger. The violent explosion shattered the upper half of the mecha into pieces, and thousands of steel fragments shot out in all directions.
"Damn it!" Fatty complained, empty-handed. While he was merrily pounding the mecha, not expecting to accidentally smash it with excessive force, he blew it up.
Seeing Reinhardt’s form forever circling the periphery, stretching again to charge, Fatty shuddered, quickly gesturing a standard universal sign, shouting, "Pause!"
Reinhardt’s movements didn’t pause reflexively. For a mecha warrior of his level, such shoddy tricks didn’t work at all. Instead, the pause gesture made by the shabby mecha handed the initiative to him. Without a thousandth of a second’s hesitation, he accelerated forward.
But just as the Judger accelerated, dozens of missiles and three energy cannons abruptly shot out from the shabby mecha, instantly reaching the oncoming target. To an observer, it almost looked as if Reinhardt voluntarily crashed head-on.
Fatty’s maneuver was both sinister and vicious.
When he remade [Logic], he designed this full-firepower remote weapon system. Compared to a normal single soldier mecha, Logic’s long-range firepower was extremely powerful. The instantaneous firepower output from sixteen missiles on four launch racks and three energy cannons even exceeded that of a tenth-generation heavy mecha.
The pause gesture he made was the firing command.
In close combat, this wasteful speed and non-threatening gesture were meant to psychologically affect the enemy while simultaneously launching all remote firepower. Imagining this unexpected strike during a battle made this scoundrel gleeful.
Although long-range weapons seemed useless against the speed of a super mecha like the Judger, top-tier mech knights’ life-and-death clashes are akin to the duels of martial arts masters, where plucking flowers and leaves could cause harm. Not to mention Reinhardt crashing into missiles and energy cannons at such speed!
No matter how strong the Judger’s defenses are, they couldn’t withstand such powerful firepower. Being hit simultaneously by sixteen missiles and three energy bullets would surely turn it into an exploding fireball.