Him and their stars

Andro Mota stared in amazement as the girl jumped out of the trench, swinging her limbs in a slightly exaggerated manner, and quickly rushed towards the Imperial Army's defense line.

Everyone thought that a power armor charging at the enemy should be as brave as a rhino with its head held high. However, Xia Li's current mecha was like a monkey with its butt on fire.

Of course, he knew that the exaggerated movements were not because Miss Xia Li was drunk, but because she had no experience in operating power armor. She opened the forward valve to the maximum at once, and didn't know how to adjust the balance for a while.

This is not very scientific! Didn't she claim to be a senior ranger who had traveled through most of the world? In the process of walking in the universe, you will inevitably encounter various emergencies. Even if you are a psychic, you will inevitably have to use various machines to deal with accidents. How can it be impossible that you have never played with a mecha?

To put it bluntly, these days, rangers and free mercenaries who dare to roam the universe looking for a living can at least be considered semi-professional technicians and power armor drivers, and psychics are no exception.

So, Miss Shirley's identity is indeed a bit mysterious. In addition to her unique skills, she really looks like a pampered noble lady in many aspects.

... However, a lady wearing a thin dress, walking calmly on the frozen ground full of corpses, this scene is also quite explosive for the Tirello nobles with abundant martial virtues.

In short, she is definitely not an ordinary ranger.

What interrupted Mota's wild thoughts was a sudden violent roar. The blazing flames, accompanied by a more violent and extremely lethal shock wave, bloomed on the frozen ground on the spot. Dirty mud spots and snowflakes splashed everywhere, setting off a deadly storm barrier, completely covering the girl's mecha.

However, even before the rebels who witnessed this scene shouted, the girl's blue mecha jumped out of the smoke again.

Even though she was almost covered by the enemy's firepower just now, the girl was not prepared to retreat.

She continued to move forward bravely, and the mecha covered with flames had already turned over the charred field. The figure that was constantly moving forward was still exaggerated, and his steps were still frivolous and jumping, still like a monkey who had eaten too many fermented sour fruits.

However, it was definitely not a monkey with a burning butt, but a monkey who dared to turn the world upside down with a stick.

Classmate Mota, who always thought of himself as a veteran, suddenly became excited. He had lost most of his ability to think, but he just felt that if the eldest lady of a noble family rushed forward, should I continue to shrink here?

He made a strange cry, and jumped out of the trench with the Vulcan cannon and war hammer that he had modified himself.

At this moment, he also heard a vicious roar: "Oh, the young lady has already done it, do you guys still want to watch? Have you lost your balls?"

That was one of the eight psychics hired by the rebels, an experienced old Wookiee mercenary. We all know that experienced professionals often have a greasy side. As mercenaries, they must be low-carbon, energy-saving, cautious, and pay for everything.

But now, the experienced real old mercenary, after seeing the young "veteran" Mota, also got excited.

The psychics wearing special mechas also jumped out of the trenches one after another, and also swept past Mota, making the men brave.

Of course, boiling blood and fearlessness are one of the prerequisites for victory, but if only these characteristics are left, it will definitely lead you into the ditch, right?

In short, when the girl, the big black fat man, and others rushed out of the trenches one after another, the veteran Franmore, who was wearing a power skeleton and hanging an armor plate humidifier and insulator, led the assault team out of the trench and rushed to the crater in the distance.

In more battle lines, the large-scale rebel soldiers also shouted one after another, holding a variety of weapons and charging from all directions. Most of the rebel soldiers were slaves a month ago, and only had blood and courage in their hearts. They would not consider that they only played the role of assisting and diverting the enemy's attention, but only wanted to take revenge on the empire.

Under their cover, the assault team has successfully occupied a crater and set up the cannon to the nearest place to the enemy.

Facts have proved that the imperial army that has not been tortured by "Defense Universal Theory" is lame! Their already exposed firepower points were quickly knocked out by the rebels with surgical techniques.

Immediately afterwards, more firepower groups also accompanied the main attacking army and began to advance to the core of the empire's defense zone. Their attack was of course very methodical. They seemed to have seen the slack in the enemy's firepower, and they shouted loudly and rushed to the front line quickly.

They waved simple gravity slingshots and threw out the crystals flashing dangerous light one by one.

It was a homemade crystal bomb from a war god festival, and now it is called "General Yu's Lao Baigan" by various rebel forces in the empire.

These dangerous explosives are produced in small workshops in the rocks. The disadvantage is that they are extremely unstable and dangerous to produce and transport. The advantage is that they are cheap and convenient to use.

The iron fence more than three meters high in front collapsed suddenly. The charge route of the rebel soldiers has been clear all the way.

"Look, the Empire's defense method is lame!" Mota, who was charging, thought so, and even opened the city map of Dantie City in the terminal's field of vision, and began to determine the target he must capture first.

However, at this time, the Empire's elite stormtroopers, wearing mechas, appeared from behind their towers and fortresses and came directly to meet them.

Mota also saw an extremely dazzling red flash, rushing out from the opposite Imperial Army's line.

He guessed that it should be a high-power blaster machine gun used for fire suppression. If it was on a ship, this weapon could seal the gap of an entire hatch, making thousands of stormtroopers unable to advance or retreat. But I don't know how effective it would be on the ground.

Sure enough, this kind of firepower that can be used on the ship is very fierce, and several rebel soldiers were shot. Their exoskeletons were destroyed, their armor plates were torn, their bodies were pierced, and they fell to the ground and couldn't move.

There was no way, most of the rebel soldiers were just uprising slaves, and there were not many elite armed forces. Being able to use a labor exoskeleton and hang the outer plate of a supercar as armor is already considered the equipment of elite soldiers.

In fact, even the reinforcements sent by the Franmore Free Army are no more than this.

The protective power of this equipment can be imagined.

Mota even saw with his own eyes that the side armor of a Franmore sergeant was easily torn apart by the outer shock wave formed by the explosion. His body staggered forward a few steps, but still fell down, lying with several Lazakai people, and never moved again.

He knew that sergeant. Although in the eyes of most humans, Franmore people actually look similar, but he did know him. He is a member of the Franmore Liberation Organization, a young but well-trained artilleryman. He has no parents, only three young brothers and sisters. The reason why he joined the rebels was not because he really had any deep hatred with the empire, but because the rebels killed the local bond officer and allocated him a fishing ground in the shallow sea.

But even so, he studied very hard and took the initiative to join the reinforcement operation.

Mota had no way to save him. Now, even he himself was pressed behind an abandoned artillery turret by the dense volleys of the Imperial Stormtroopers, and he could hardly raise his head.

He knew very well that although the mecha on his body was stronger than the exoskeleton plus the vehicle-mounted hanging plate, it was also very limited. As a "veteran", he was very smart and knew when to be brave and when to be patient.

In fact, it was not just him, but also those psychic heroes who found a place to cover. They were real veterans and knew very well that even if they were psychics, they should not think of using their bodies to resist bullets if they were not saints. There were many psychics who died from cold guns and cold cannons in history, but they essentially died from their own wastefulness...

Well, even saints should not waste their time. The number of saints who died from fortress guns and naval guns was not small.

So, it is natural to shrink when you need to shrink.

However, most of the rebel soldiers had neither excellent equipment nor skills and tactics. They were hit by the volleys of the Imperial soldiers. Then, the stormtroopers, armed to the teeth, showed their hot-melt battle axes and chainswords, stepped on the heavy steps like rhinoceros charging, and rushed over fiercely.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would be able to completely defeat the enemy that was dozens of times larger than themselves in this charge. In the past years, the situation of suppressing the rebels has always been like this, without exception.

And this time, if it was not an experienced "psychic" who rushed to the front of the rebels, it should be the same, right?

In fact, at this time, the mecha on Xia Li had been hit with several wounds. However, no matter whether it was bullets or blaster beams, after piercing the armor, they could not penetrate half an inch of her "skin".

The girl didn't even feel any pain. She realized that she should still show a little anger when she found that the rebel soldiers around her were all knocked down.

So, she raised her hand, and a green light much brighter than the blaster beam just now bloomed, and then it seemed to solidify into a solid body, like the sharpest whip, fiercely sweeping into the crowd of Imperial Stormtroopers.

Wherever it went, there was a howling of ghosts and wolves, and bloody winds.

Many rebel soldiers who were still charging saw at least three-digit Imperial soldiers wearing mechas being torn apart by the green light, and fell to the ground like cut dolls. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of frozen soil mixed into a wonderful taste that could not be covered by burning air.

Of course, the damage she caused was far more than that.

Behind the Imperial Stormtroopers, the flames of the explosion bloomed one by one, clearly heavy equipment that was lit and detonated.

The formation of the Imperial Stormtroopers, which was armed to the teeth, naturally showed signs of collapse. And the morale of the rebel soldiers, who should have been shaky, suddenly soared.

Of course, the morale of the psychic mercenary wearing the primitive mecha was even higher. They probably all thought that although they were all psychics and mercenaries who were earning money, they still valued loyalty. The more work you do, the more money you get.

If the limelight was taken away by that little girl, they would not be eligible to receive the final payment in the future, right?

So, the psychics screamed and rushed into the imperial army's line, just like a red-hot knife piercing butter, and they were invincible everywhere.

Well, in this kind of battlefield with little technical content, the effect that a top psychic can bring is so immediate.

At this time, Xia Li was already charging forward. At this time, her helmet was knocked off, revealing her still flawless face, and the fire seemed to have painted the girl's profile with a fiery divinity.

"The goddess of Danhuer! The goddess of the people!" The rebel soldiers who witnessed all this shouted and cheered.