Zhao Yu's rambling thoughts didn't last long, two bright fireballs suddenly flew out from the side and smashed into the same MF1, instantly blasting a hole in its shell, the MF1 immediately emitted smoke and its movements became sluggish, then this MF1 stopped engaging in the battle and twisted its head as it struggled to move over to the outside of the battlefield.
"It's a meteor! Well done!" Borg cheered loudly, Zhao Yu turned the camera around and recognized that the ones who fired these two missiles were the infantrymen who had detoured to the flanks of the base earlier, this single missile called "Meteor" was already the strongest weapon they could carry against the combat vehicles, just now they probably also negotiated before focusing on attacking a single vehicle, but it could only cause the other party to be seriously injured and withdraw from the battlefield. The next step is for these brave men to face the concentrated firepower of the superior enemy.
But of course, Borg would not waste such an opportunity, he screamed and continued to maneuver the Death Messenger to charge forward, plunging straight into the middle of the two MF1s, and then in a lightning fast speed, he seized control of Zhao Yu's main gun, and turned the gun around and blasted a cannon on the flanking MF1, and the spider shuddered for a moment, and began to fall back.
And the Death Messenger's charge simply didn't stop, slamming head-on into the other MF1, the two chariots roared together, and in the end, it was the Death Messenger that pushed the other side all the way to the base's outer wall because of the better angle it was stuck at, and it was suddenly in a stalemate situation.
"Captain, what are you ..." Zhao Yu hadn't finished asking when he saw Borg maxing out a bunch of switches on the console, and instantly a cold sweat came down, "Wait a minute, Captain, isn't that the ..."
"Of course I know what it is! Go! Keep up!" Borg said as he opened the emergency exit and drilled out without hesitation.
Hunter's reaction wasn't slow either, following and drilling out, not forgetting to remind Zhao Yu, "Old man, it's only thirty seconds!"
"Are you guys crazy?!" Zhao Yu finally reacted to what Bogey was trying to do, and with his hands and feet in a frenzy, he unbuckled his seatbelt and ran playfully towards the emergency exit.
The emergency exit was set at the bottom of the spider, Zhao Yu couldn't even be bothered to use the ladder, he drilled out the hatch and jumped straight down, and by this time, Borg and Hunter had already run seven or eight meters, Borg was still shouting over the communication channel, "Overload, power source overload! I'm canceling the safety, take cover now!"
"Captain, I hate you!" Zhao Yu responded furiously.
The fact that the chariot's power source was overloaded and the insurance was canceled meant only one thing - Sergeant Borg was going to play a big game.
Zhao Yu's body was now stronger than it had been when he was healthy, and he darted out playfully, the others on the battlefield hadn't reacted for a moment, and only a few infantrymen opened fire on the three chariot drivers, Zhao Yu was hit twice, and the defense shield let out a piercing alarm, reminding him that if he took another shot, it would be game over.
But before the third shot could hit Zhao Yu, the crisis behind him finally erupted.
The body of the Death Emissary suddenly underwent a small deformation, and then, it violently exploded, the blazing heat and splattered debris along with the powerful shockwave instantly swept the space in a circle of several hundred meters, Zhao Yu has run out of nearly a hundred meters, but was still lifted by this huge air wave to the ground, but also woefully rolled a number of times, laying on the ground and only felt that the sky spinning in circles and his eyes were starry, and he couldn't help but doubt that if he didn't have this combat suit on him, he wouldn't be dead already. He couldn't help but wonder if he was already dead without this combat suit.
Bogey had just used his own chariot to make a bomb of considerable power.
Zhao Yu climbed up with great difficulty and uncovered the mask that showed nothing but stray waves, leaving his face exposed to the air, and the blazing wind suddenly blew against his face, making him squint his eyes.
Behind the hot wind was the battlefield that had become a messy mess.
The outer wall of the base had an extra large, miserable hole, an MF1 stood frozen in place (Zhao Yu recognized it as the one that had initially been glued in the face by a Borg shot, and then immediately began to back away at a loss for words), and a dozen or so motionless soldiers fell not far away, while at the center of the explosion, two MF1s were tangled up in a twisted fashion- -one and a half, to be precise. The MF1 that was stuck on the outer wall by Borg was smoking, the front armor was twisted and deformed, obviously lost the ability to continue fighting, while the MF1 "Death Messenger" that Zhao Yu rode on before now only has one-third of the back part of the body left, and the whole cockpit along with the front part of the body are all nowhere to be seen.
Thinking that he was sitting at the place where he disappeared less than a minute ago, Zhao Yu felt a chill on his back.
"Captain, you maniac, how did you do that?"
"Welcome to the Cursed Borg Club." Hunter came up from behind and patted him on the shoulder, "Now you know why he's called Nevada's Mad Dog?"
"But ... how is that possible?" Zhao Yu held his head, still refusing to accept this fact, "I don't know much about the MF1, but it doesn't explode so easily even if it's overloaded, right?"
"Of course a normal MF1 won't turn into a bomb, but my Deathbringer is different." Borg also walked over, "Old Char is aware of my habits, the MF1 he gave me isn't a normal MF1."
"It's a MF1 with two special bombs added to the base," Hunter couldn't see his expression with his mask buttoned up, but his tone was beyond resentful, "We've been sitting on two big bombs this whole trip."
"Oh, Hunter you knew?"
"I'm the pilot! Of course I would have reported it when the system checked itself!" Hunter gritted his teeth, "Sergeant, why haven't you been taken for human experimentation, that would be good for the whole planet."
"I'm too handsome for them to take." Borg pulled out the pistol on his belt, "Come on guys, we have other things to do."
Zhao Yu stayed where he was and sighed after half a day, "Well, Nevada's mad dogs are right ..."
The battle still continued. Borg's big bombs had attracted most of the attention while managing to disable at least a third of the enemy troops, but the chariot unit that posed the biggest threat to them on the battlefield still had power. In the previous battle, Deathbringer had single-handedly taken care of three MF1s, friendlies had taken out another, and the remaining two were tangled up with the last MF1 of Task Force 6 and were getting a clear upper hand.
But now the situation had clearly changed, the "Mad Dogs of Nevada" could no longer be ignored, and even though Borg and the others weren't piloting their vehicles, one of the MF1's had changed direction and was charging at them aggressively.
"Sergeant, they recognized you." Hunter gloated, "I'm sure they'll be happy to take out Nevada's mad dogs."
"Dear Hunter, I must remind you that they just realized that I was piloting the Deathlok, but now that we're both wearing helmets and masks, they won't be able to tell the two of us apart." Borg replied as he ran towards the base, "Do you think they'll be patient enough to check our ranks?"
"I really hate you, Sergeant!"
Borg had sprinted back to the blast site and ran towards the motionless Spider at the site, "Let's get another Spider before I die!"
"As your coffin, Sarge!"
"Hunter, as my pilot please watch your tone ..."
Just then, a shell from a distant MF1 had flown over and was hitting the paralyzed chariot, but just one shell wasn't enough to fatally damage the same MF1, and Cho Yu couldn't even begin to think of how Borg was going to capture the chariot, and just then he was surprised to find that the Spider's emergency exit was open.
"Shit, is this our inside man?" Zhao Yu thought so, but he immediately dismissed the thought, because Borg had already raised his pistol and ordered the three members of the escaped vehicle to roll as far away as possible, and also fired a burst of shots that caused the defense shields on those people to flash around, while Hunter moved quickly to get into MF1.
It had to be said that Hunter, for all his whining, was indeed an excellent pilot, and after only a few dozen seconds, the time it took for the chariot to take another shell, the MF1 was back on its feet.
"Beautiful!" Borg whistled, grabbed the ladder and climbed into the cockpit after him, "Old man, hurry up, this one's ours!"
The MF1 on the opposite side, which had already rushed to a distance of less than two hundred meters, clearly hesitated, and when Borg turned the muzzle of the main gun around to aim at it, the enemy finally made a choice.
It turned its head and left.
No one wants to fight the "mad dog of Nevada" in an "evenly matched" situation, at least not in the seventh theater of operations.
The MF1's desertion became the turning point of the entire battle, the other MF1 quickly gave up the fight and broke out to the outside of the battlefield, while the remaining mecha infantry lost their will to fight under the intimidation of the two MF1's and chose to retreat one after another, and a few unlucky ones were directly captured.
"Captain, how did you do it?" Zhao Yu knocked on the inner wall of the cockpit, there were still half of the display still blacked out, "This chariot, how did you know you could get it?"
"Because right off the bat I could tell that this vehicle's reactions were noticeably half a beat slower, and that it must be a rookie - the kind that's even more of a rookie than you are."
"So?"
"That's why I just gave it an electromagnetic sensing round at close range, temporarily paralyzing all its peripheral sensors, making it blind and deaf, and I'm betting that their commander won't dare poke his head out to observe the situation with his naked eyes." Borg grinned, "And then if it comes under external attack again, I think the commander will more than likely have to abandon the vehicle."
"So you deliberately went around behind it just now to draw fire from the other MF1, so that the commander of this vehicle would misjudge that the situation was critical?" Zhao Yu's tone was filled with skepticism, "But all of ... this is just your own subjective judgment, right? How much certainty do you really have?"
"Uh, forty percent." Seeing that Zhao Yu's face didn't look right, Boge hurriedly comforted, "To me, forty percent is already high enough to take a gamble! Seeing that your premonition didn't raise an alarm either, it proves that there won't be a problem, doesn't it?"
"Not to mention forty percent, I've even bet twenty percent." Hunter added, "Old man, you know what the most famous location in Nevada is, right?"
"Uh, the fifty-first district?"
"It's Las Vegas." Booger gave a sad expression, "That's my old stomping grounds ... but it's pretty depressed now too."
"Okay." Zhao Yu rolled his eyes, "I would totally understand if your character was honed in Vegas ..."
"Sergeant Borg, this is Mech Infantry Corporal Battaglia." A voice rang out over the comm channel, "We found something, maybe you need to take a look at it."
"Old man, come with me, you can't help here anyway." Borg hooked his hand towards Zhao Yu, "Hunter, I hope all the systems of this chariot are back to normal by the time I get back."
"I'll do my best." Hunter replied.
Borg and Zhao Yu drilled out of the spider, by this time the battlefield was pretty much cleared, there were still twenty one fellow mech infantrymen left, it was the captives in the base that had a few people willing to join them, but what really caught their attention was the intel the captives had provided.
"The Alliance Commander himself gave orders for units along the route to intercept Task Force 6? There's also a special forces unit in pursuit, and they want all units to cooperate?" Looking at the orders that popped up on the base computer, several people's faces were unusually ugly, and Borg looked around at the crowd and spread his hands innocently, "Task Force 6 is us right? Gentlemen, can anyone tell me why we are so highly regarded?"
No one said a word.
"I thought the pursuers were a formality, but I didn't realize they were designated targets." Borg scratched his hair, "And there's a special order to wipe out ... these assholes even released information on all of us!"
"Even the DNA profiles were sent over, it was intended to be a body match to confirm that all of us were killed in action, wasn't it? I suspect that if the 7th Warzone hadn't just surrendered and had so much to integrate, they might have sent more of them after us." It was Sgt. Hartman, the captain of the other MF1, who spoke, "Are there any important people among us, or any important items with us?"
"What do you think, old man?" Borg twisted his head to look at Zhao Yu, "If I were to say special person, you're probably the most special among us, right?"
"How would I know?" Zhao Yu said without a smile, "Maybe they think I know too much about the early 21st century and it's too dangerous?"
"It shouldn't be him, but some kind of item." Hartman said, "The directive did not make a deployment for anyone in particular, but it was specifically labeled to confirm everyone's belongings ... to confirm their identity."
"Confirm identity? What a shoddy barricade." Borg pulled out a cigarette and lit it, "Well, now that we know that there are very scary killers following us, it should be the same batch that Lt. Carrick and the others encountered, and now that this pursuer has rushed towards us, I bet they already know the outcome of the battle over here ... What's next for everyone? Any suggestions? If there aren't any fresher ideas, I suggest that we all hurry up and pack up, see what we can take from the base, and then run away immediately."
Of course no one had any objections, and Zhao Yu was ready to follow the crowd outside, but right at this moment, a soldier looked up from another console, his tone a little shaky, "Radar has detected a large number of combat units that have entered the base's five kilometer range!"
The scene fell silent for a few seconds, then all kinds of curses and expletives rang out at the same time.
Zhao Yu didn't curse, but only exchanged a bitter smile with Borg - it was obviously too late to escape into the forest.