Three hours later, Iron Slag was looking at the tactical map and thinking about which theater to head, when a set of communication signals came in. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the big screen of the command vehicle, a mercenary in a light blue military uniform appeared. As soon as he connected, he announced in a commanding tone: "We are the Thunderbird Legion, we have locked the 621 Heights, preparing to attack the Aishan tribe, according to the custom, unrelated people, please leave the battle area within ten kilometers quickly, otherwise all the consequences will be borne by yourself." ”

Despite the impolite wording, Iron Slag maintained considerable restraint and asked Makichitsuru to reply to them and agree to evacuate. Among mercenaries, in order to avoid vicious snatching of battle merits, when one side decides to attack, they have the right to ask the other side to evacuate.

Subsequently, the Quadripartite coalition moved towards the 63rd theater. During this period, Iron Slag put on power armor and flew to a low mountain five kilometers away from the Aishan tribe to observe the battlefield with a telescope. He wanted to see with his own eyes what tactics the Thunderbird Legion was going to use, and what kind of combat the Elta people were doing.

About half an hour later, the snow and fog were churning on the horizon, and a large number of mechas, vehicles, and marines appeared in the sight of the iron slag. I saw them lined up, stretching for several kilometers, advancing at full speed towards the Aishan tribe, with a visual inspection of more than 10,000 people.

They used the most conventional dispersed formation, with an arcing front, to encircle the high ground. The tactics used are simpler and more brutal than a beard. Perhaps, they relied on the large number of people and wanted to bulldoze each other directly.

"Boom Blah ......"

Arcs of light flew out from the top of the mountain, with a fine sound of breaking the sky, and fell into the position of the Thunderbird Legion.

One by one, the thunderfire type retracts the mechanical legs, the body sinks, and then turns the turret to fire back.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

In an instant, hundreds of shells exploded on the mountain, and the snow spring rose into the sky, and the scene was very spectacular. From a distance, the Thunderbird Legion had at least five hundred Thunder Fire Formations, divided into several squads, separated by more than a hundred meters from each other. The marines were divided into five platoons, separated by more than 200 meters between the front and back, and advanced layer by layer.

This formation may seem simple, but it is highly targeted, allowing it to disperse the firepower of the Thunderspear while maintaining a tight enough formation to avoid being broken by the air forces.

Half a minute later, the demons withstood the bombardment of artillery fire and threw the thunder spear at the mecha position. I saw a blue light falling, bursting into a dull, thunderous explosion. Some of the Thunderfire types were directly hit and were blown to pieces on the spot, and most of them were staggered and needed to be re-mounted.

However, the scene looked spectacular, but the actual loss was not much.

A few minutes later, the first line of battle of the Thunderbird Legion was pushed to the bottom of the mountain, and the Wolf and Flamingo mechs began to ascend the mountain, and the soldiers followed behind the mechs, advancing layer by layer.

And at this moment, a long horn suddenly sounded on the top of the mountain.

"Woo......"

As if echoing, at the foot of the low hill in front of the iron slag side, a shrill birdsong sounded.

"Quack!"

The sound was like a crow's cry, loud and hoarse, very unpleasant.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow shook off the snow on his body, fluttered his six or seven meter-long fleshy wings, and rose into the air. It was just dawn, and the morning sun reflected an oily glow on their dark green skin. This is the Demon Scaleless Wyvern, and their skin will ooze slime, and most of them will slide away when bullets hit it.

Their mouths are long and sharp, and their teeth are fine and sharp, like hacksaws. The jaws are covered with leather ropes, and each body is ridden with a demon warrior, and the body is fixed with a belt and an iron buckle. The warrior was dressed in a leather coat, carrying a bundle of throwing spears diagonally, holding the reins in his hand, and white lines painted on his face and chest.

Looking closely, there were still a lot of shimmering bottles and jars hanging from their waists, some light blue, some bright red, and some light yellow. Some of these potions replenish spiritual energy, some replenish physical strength, and some stimulate potential.

I didn't expect them to hide here, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack.

"Puff puff ......"

With the flapping of the wings of the scaleless wyvern, a large amount of snow dust poured towards the iron slag. He quickly shrank back and hid deeper into the snow to avoid detection.

The light above him quickly dimmed, and in a matter of seconds, light returned. The iron slag poked out of the snow and looked up, only to see that the group of flying dragons had flown high into the sky, like a surging black cloud.

"Sarah!"

Then he heard a loud roar, and the Wyvern troops immediately dived downward, rushing towards the mech's position at the rear of the battlefield.

On the snow, flames rose into the sky, heading for the dragons. That's the air unit of the Thunderbird Legion, transforming the warriors.

"Raging ......"

The fire flashed in front of him, like fireworks exploding in the night sky, and rockets shot out one after another, dragging a long tail flame, crashing into the group of flying dragons.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, he saw a thick red mist erupting from the group of flying dragons, the color was bewitching and dazzling, mysterious and weird. As soon as the rocket touches it, it explodes as if it were hitting a wall.

"Sarah!"

There was another roar, and several crystal spears shot out of the black mist, flying like a shuttle, as fast as lightning. In the next second, several large fireballs rose in the air. It was a reformer who was hit by a thunderspear and exploded in the air.

"Woo......"

A wave has not settled, and another wave has risen. As soon as the Wyvern troops appeared, a long horn sounded from the top of the mountain.

The rear of the Thunderbird Legion suddenly snowy and dusty, and one by one the demon warriors climbed out of the snow layer, and threw thunder spears while rushing towards the human front.

Faced with a sudden attack, the Thunderbird Legion began to be chaotic. They were originally the attackers, but they didn't expect that the Aishan tribe, which was obviously inferior in numbers, not only did not shrink to the high ground, but also set up an ambush outside.

At this moment, the Wolf and Flamingo Styles used to deal with the Demon Warriors are halfway up the mountainside, the Marine soldiers are in the middle, and the Thunderfire Style, which lacks melee combat ability, is at the rear.

More than two hundred tribal warriors rushed over, like wolves into a flock of sheep, they either projected with thunder spears, or directly overturned with great force, and in the blink of an eye, they killed hundreds of thunder fire types.

And the Wyvern Knights in the red mist, like invincible beings, have nothing to hurt them, and the transformers they face keep falling from the sky to the ground, or turning into fireballs.

The soldiers in the rear began to come back and shoot at the demon warriors. And the mecha halfway up the mountain also began to move backwards.

"Woo......"

The third horn sounded, and the sound of killing on the top of the mountain suddenly shook the sky, and thousands of demons poured down from the top of the mountain like a flood. They were men and women, old and young, some armed with spears, some with big sticks on their shoulders, and with the advantage of the high ground, they rushed down with all their might and entered the human front.

For a time, the Thunderbird Legion was cut into several pieces, and the troops faced each other, and it was chaotic. After a while, signs of total rout began to appear.

It is really embarrassing that the army of tens of thousands of people was outflanked by the side with fewer people, and it was defeated.

Iron Slag sent the battle image of the Wyvern Knight back to the headquarters, and Yang Yong, who was more experienced, immediately recognized it, saying that it was a spell mage who believed in the "Shadow Prince" who released the red mist. The red mist is called "Shadow Mist", and it has the characteristics of fluids, the greater the impact, the greater the resistance, and the smaller the impact, the smaller the resistance. Throw a grenade directly into it to dispel it.

It didn't take long for the commander of the Thunderbird Legion to send a request for help, as expected by Iron Slag.

The iron slag directly made Mu Qianhe refuse, not to mention the other party's previous arrogant attitude, even if he was polite, he was unwilling. This involves the issue of the settlement of war merits, he entered halfway, which side of the battle merits are counted?

It's better to wait for the other party to be wiped out, and then come back to clean up the Aishan tribe that has been greatly injured. But at this time, the commander of the theater of operations, Hildebrand, also sent a request for reinforcements, to the effect that: "We are all human races, and we should help each other and fight back together against the aliens." ”

"How do you calculate your exploits?" Iron slag asked Mu Qianhe bluntly.

"As mercenaries practice, half." Hilbrand replied.

In order to support Lao Qi, Tie Slag sighed and asked Mu Qianhe to agree.

After agreeing to reinforcements, Iron Slag unloaded the heavy Barrett and lay in place, looking for an opportunity to kill the Spellmage.

The battlefield was chaotic, the demons and humans were strangled together, and roars and screams continued to sound.

A demon warrior was shot by more than 20 human soldiers, and the protection totem was shattered, and blood flowers continued to appear on his body, shaking like chaff, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

In another place, a demon warrior rushed into the group of soldiers from the side, split the front soldier in two with an axe, and then grabbed the opponent's upper body and smashed it into several soldiers who were shooting at him next to him. Then, dropping the axe, he grabbed the third soldier's hands with both hands, and roared, "Sarah! He pulled out his arms and spurted blood all over his face.

Turning his head, not far from him, several human soldiers threw a young demon woman to the ground, sliced open her abdomen with a dagger, and pulled out her intestines, the scene was crazy and bloody, like several wolves sharing their prey.

Further on, a demon child with thick hands and feet was riding on the body of a human soldier, punching the opponent in the face one after another, his teeth jumping, his eyes bursting, and his entire face sunken.

Iron's gaze has been locked on the Wyvern troops. It didn't take long for them to fly back. The iron slag hurriedly shrank into the snow, and only when he heard the sound of the flying dragon descending, did he poke his head out again and look down.

I saw that those warriors riding dragons were taking out potions and pouring them into their mouths, and it seemed that they were resting.

Iron Slag moved the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the demon man in a gorgeous robe sitting behind a warrior in the group of dragons. He was only more than two meters old, shorter than the average demon male, wearing a red robe embroidered with gold thread, with an arrogant expression and cold eyes.

Silently, the crosshair slowly moved, locking onto the head of the red-clothed demon. Iron Slag's fingers were on the trigger, first tightened, then relaxed.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he let go of his gun and drew his machete. The opponent is likely to have a protective totem on his body, and he can't kill with one hit. Such an opportunity is too rare to be wasted.