A sudden earthquake struck the Bimu Plateau. The anger released by the Creator's even one raise his eyes will be an endless disaster when it falls on the heavens and the earth, causing the whole world to suddenly change its face.

Humans with the most cutting-edge technology, the most determined soldiers, and the most extraordinary abilities could not resist the terrifying power, and they could only find a safe place in the smoke and dust in fear, calling out to their companions in vain.

It was equivalent to the vibration of countless tons of equivalent explosives detonating at the same time, and it hit the ground like a withering and decaying blow from the depths of the plateau, and it only took a short time to turn those black hot gravel into soft biscuits, and the vast earth into a garbage heap.

For the military, the most terrifying thing is not the power of the tremors, but the electromagnetic interference that rags like a storm in the air and on the surface of the earth at the beginning of the earthquake.

There were a few screams of panic from the four Federal Harrier systems, and then no sound could be heard again, and the gray-black streamlined fuselage flipped helplessly in the air, turning into a bulleted Harrier, and slammed headlong into the ground, turning into a few puffs of fire and fragments of alloy structures in the sky.

The spiral arm troop carrier flying from the horizon farther away, in the midst of the violent tangible smoke and dust and the invisible but even more violent electromagnetic wave turbulence, like a drunk who has drunk too much, staggered and stumbled in the cold and snowy night, barely supported for a while, and finally inevitably weakened his legs and fell into the garbage heap in embarrassment.

There was a faint sound of explosions, and I don't know how much damage was suffered by those spiral arm fighters, and I don't know how many of the elite soldiers of the small-eyed special operations unit on the troop transport planes died in a foreign land because of the earthquake.

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A deep valley on the edge of the Biki Plateau, in the cloudless night of the starlight, has become gray at this time, and no matter where you look, it is the same recklessness, without the slightest sense of direction.

The grizzled Xu Le, who didn't care about his bleeding lips because of the dry chapped, forcibly supported his extremely tired body, and together with Xiong Linquan, he cleaned up the number of people in the team with the help of night vision lights, counted to the end, and confirmed that everyone was still alive, and the two looked at each other, and it was difficult to hide the luck and palpitations in their eyes.

There were no buildings or huge rocks on the plateau, and the Federation's attack force was destroyed by the electromagnetic wave turbulence, and Philip played a guiding role in the most dangerous moments, but even with these conditions, this lone army, which had survived a hundred battles and was scattered, was able to walk out of the earthquake area unscathed and come to this valley, and there was no other word to describe it except a miracle.

It is definitely not accurate to be unscathed, all the team members have all kinds of scars on their faces, Da Vinci, who had just woken up, fell into a coma again, and began to have a fever, Dongfang Yu struggled to climb off the stretcher at the critical moment, insisted on walking, the wound on the chest and abdomen was torn again, and the blood was dripping a little terrifying.

But at least everyone was still alive, and not even the crumbling mecha that had been temporarily repaired or patched together had not broken apart and had persevered into the valley.

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"If it weren't for this earthquake, we would all be here today. ”

Xiong Linquan chewed the penultimate cigarette slowly and seriously, and then slowly raised his head and stared at Xu Le's ordinary, even very unusual face because it still looked ordinary in this situation, and said in a dumb voice: "Boss, is the creator really very lucky to you?"

"Don't use the word pampered. Xu Le frowned and criticized.

His throat was very painful, and every word he said seemed to feel the blood rubbing out of his vocal cords, I don't know if it was because he breathed too much smoke and dust, or because the gray clouds covered the earthquake and shouted the team members to report their directions too many times.

But he is very sure that today's sudden earthquake is just a small probability of Shì, not that the creator has a special favor for him, if this kind of luck has to be dressed in a certain sacred cloak, then it is better to say that Philip on the spaceship, with his powerful computing and analytical skills, pointed out a path for the team to cross the Dead Sea, although this road is full of thorns, but flowers bloom at the end.

Xiong Linquan was silent for a moment and then said in a dumb voice: "I don't want to die in the hands of my own people, the earthquake can only help us cover up our whereabouts for a while, and we will go to the Golan Heights tomorrow, I always feel that it is very dangerous there." ”

Xu Le replied in a more hoarse voice: "The ship that comes to pick us up must quietly avoid the Federation fleet and the ground air defense network, according to the calculation, the Golan Heights is the best place to land, that high ground is far away from the main battle zone of the Federation, as long as our time calculation is accurate enough, we can board the ship before the base reacts." ”

Thinking of the danger that Xiong Linquan was worried about, he slowly narrowed his eyes and said softly: "There is one thing you should know first, according to the results of the calculation, if the base finds out our whereabouts tomorrow, then they will definitely send the retreating mecha troops in the strait theater to try to snipe us in one fell swoop." ”

"Because it's close?" Xiong Linquan asked with a frown.

"In addition to that, it's because it's strong over there. Xu Le's expression suddenly became extremely relaxed, and he looked at him and said with a smile: "It's the guard mecha battalion of Madman Li." ”

Hearing the three words of Madman Li, Xiong Linquan was stunned, then angrily spit out the bitter cigarette residue in his mouth to the ground, glanced at Xu Le, and couldn't help but shake his head.

As one of the best officers in the Federation, Xiong Linquan knows very well what kind of awesome military ability that young officer named Madman Li has, although the other party is still only a colonel, but he is far from being a strong man who can compete with him, according to the information that Gu Xifeng overheard, this strait operation was commanded by this person.

He is a continuation of the glory of the Li family military god in Philadelphia, with the prestige of being an invincible opponent in the military camp at the age of sixteen, and the mottled Venus representing the number of enemies killed has long been filled with two strong mechanical legs, and the princess of the Che Empire is as famous as the immortal powerhouse.

Yes, their most powerful leader has defeated each other before, at least the strength is definitely not weaker than that madman, but do you want to expect the leader to drive that tattered assembly compatible machine against the most advanced MXT controlled by Crazy Lee?

It is a myth that the earthquake is a blessing from God, if Xiong Linquan hopes that Xu Le in this state can still defeat Madman Li, and the team can escape in this desperate situation, then it is no longer a myth, but a joke.

Xu Le noticed Xiong Linquan's subtle shaking of his head before, knowing what he was thinking in his heart, but the gentle smile kept hanging on the corner of his dry and bleeding lips, thinking that after leaving the valley tomorrow, he might see that guy's violent and proud figure, his mood became a little strange, not anxious, and unusually calm.

"I know him. ”

Xu Le stood up, patted Xiong Linquan on the shoulder, and said, "So I can deal with him." ”