First Battlefield Commander! - Chapter 157
Chapter 157: Command
The two Red Team members were constantly running, fine-tuning the distance between them while reporting to the overall captain.
Hearing that the other side didn't immediately dispatch support, worried they hadn't explained clearly, they continued to add: "The opponent only has one manually operated mech. As the freshmen said, its strength is exceptional, likely their main force member. I believe if we can destroy it here, it will deal a major blow to the White Team. The opponent only having two people now is a great opportunity!"
The Red Team overall commander pondered for a moment, then said: "The dense forest area is their spawn map, their home base stronghold. It's difficult to determine if there are ambushes inside. Their dispatching of an important combat force, the manually operated mech, with just two people and not quickly sending support is somewhat suspicious. In any case, absolutely do not pursue deeply. First, maintain attacks in the open rocky area with clear visibility. Act according to the situation; retreat if something is wrong. Be careful."
The two said regretfully: "What a good opportunity..."
"They run fast, especially the manually operated mech. If we send support now, they might run into the forest. It's too dangerous in there, and we might not be able to take them down," the overall commander said. "The White Team people run too fast; we still need to be wary of Lian Sheng."
He then confirmed with Ji Fangxiao again: "Ji Fangxiao, is her command style very erratic?"
Ji Fangxiao nodded: "Yes."
The overall commander asked: "How so?"
"Anything is possible," Ji Fangxiao said. "Anyway, it will be different from what you think."
The overall commander: "..." Go to hell.
"If it's just the four of you fighting, I believe you can hold steady with your strength. Dealing with two freshmen shouldn't be a problem, right? The target task isn't complicated either. The opponent doesn't actually have many capable fighters. If we can tie them all down, the rest can clean up the remaining small fry. Once we gain a numerical advantage, we win," the overall commander paused, then said: "As for the manually operated mech, if you can't take it down safely, just engage it for now, waste its arsenal as much as possible, and strive for victory steadily through attrition. Also, observe the situation at the edge of the dense forest and report promptly."
The overall commander took a deep breath and arranged thoroughly: "Confirm there are no ambushes, then I'll have people go support you in five minutes. For now, make your own arrangements. Good luck, brothers."
The two soldiers: "..."
What had they become? Bait or cannon fodder? To think that they, esteemed main force members, would fall to such a state, tears were almost streaming down.
Where was the deep care and protection they deserved? This development was clearly wrong!
That Red Team member glanced warily towards Ji Ban's side, pressed the communication button again, expression fierce, but still spoke in a cowardly tone: "Hey, I can explain..."
The Red Team overall commander was extremely busy. After receiving this report, someone else requested instructions from another side. Simply overwhelmed.
Although their numbers were smaller in this match, the other forty-nine people all required his direct leadership. Moreover, they weren't just ordinary soldiers but elite students; he couldn't be perfunctory with any of them, couldn't afford losses.
The beginning was the most chaotic time. Encountering enemies, should they pursue or flee? If their map positioning deviated, who made the mistake? Should they go support their brothers? If nothing was found ahead, should they retreat first or merge teams? And so on.
Compared to the league matches with five thousand participants but only ten officers, the command difficulty of this match was much greater.
Leading forty-nine mech soldiers was equivalent to leading forty-nine detachments.
"Wait a moment!" The Red Team's overall commander, having spoken enough to the others for the time being, set them aside to instruct a team preparing to penetrate deep into enemy territory: "Be ready to activate the underground detection system at any time to see if they've buried anyone. Their traps should be detectable; you, go check the soil depth. Dig if there are any suspicious indicators."
After arranging matters for the other groups, he grabbed his forehead and turned back, asking: "What were you saying just now?"
"..." The two teammates, "Nothing, I'm going in. You continue."
The overall commander nodded: "Okay, good luck. Safety first for us; it's okay to take it step by step. Take off one of its legs first. Go!"
While the Red Team command department was bustling chaotically, Lian Sheng's side was remarkably peaceful.
Because she rarely interfered with the specific execution actions of the soldiers, the commands she issued were decisive and simple.
Either run, or run together. What else needed to be said? Just let them play it by ear.
They were all military academy students; they wouldn't lack even this basic self-judgment ability. Eventually, they had to learn to stand on their own. A commander wasn't a full-time nanny; where would she find the time to check on each one individually?
Rather than wasting time trying to control everything on the field, it was better to think of one more escape route and prepare sufficiently for failure. Only then could one calmly accept, face, and implement remedies when the time came.
After arranging the forest, Lian Sheng cleaned up her tracks with leaves and airflow. Feeling it was okay, she returned to the waterfall edge.
Then she hopped around the waterfall edge, leaving many messy footprints. She cleaned them up again with leaves, leaving only a few faint traces, seemingly to mislead people into thinking they had done a rough cleanup.
Zhao Zhuoluo sat on the bank, also lacking fighting spirit, asking: "Aren't we leaving someone to guard the prisoner? What if they're discovered? It's too dangerous. Maybe I should go over."
Lian Sheng said: "Why would you go? You're so big, where can you hide? Standing anywhere just tells people there's something fishy here, right? We don't have many people, just fifty. We can't spare more manpower to protect the prisoner, so the best way is to just leave him hanging there. It's fine."
"Be careful, you two!" Lu Mingyuan heard their conversation and couldn't help but get nervous. "If the prisoner dies in our hands, it counts against us! Don't cause trouble, friends!"
They were idle, waiting for willing victims to take the bait.
Just sitting on the ground, watching the videos sent back from the front line, providing technical guidance for their battles.
Lian Sheng was currently watching the match between Ji Ban and his teammate—Feng Liang.
The opponent kept probing forward but never managed to get close. They stayed on the edge of the attack range, moving in and out, sometimes aiming at Feng Liang, sometimes at Ji Ban. Their movements were scattered and unrestrained.
Ji Ban hid behind his teammate. Also, due to the advantages of terrain and mech type, their cooperation relieved a lot of pressure. Currently, there were no problems.
However, the two Red Team members seemed to have given up somewhat. The frequency of their probing attacks decreased, and they were whispering among themselves. Yet, they also seemed unwilling, so they only probed and lingered on the periphery, ready to counterattack at any moment.
Ji Ban fired several heavy cannons consecutively. But the opponent was fast, with high combat awareness. He failed to hit.
As for his teammate, needless to say, his spirit was tense, attacking very cautiously, unable to be effective.
Time dragged on longer and longer, but the battle situation between the two sides remained unchanged.
Lian Sheng rested her chin on her hand: "The opponent has no support. Are these two fighting detached from their team?"
Ji Ban also noticed, saying: "They seem to be draining my arsenal."
"Remove the 'seem', brother. You just fired four heavy cannons, the standard cannon count for a Pojun mech," Lian Sheng asked. "How many left?"
Ji Ban said: "Including energy weapons, about two-thirds left."
His teammate heard this and exclaimed: "No way? Fired so many and still not even half? How many weapons did you actually bring? Or does the manually operated mech have some kind of extra-dimensional storage space?"
"Don't joke around," Ji Ban said. "The manually operated mech has another battery stored right behind the cockpit, in front of the arsenal. I can replace it myself."
The teammate sighed with emotion: "That's great... Your own mech, you can add any practical function you want. You being able to like and master mechs is really lucky."
Ji Ban also felt quite lucky.
Lian Sheng just found his teammate quite amazing.
"Either a quick battle, any loss is worth it. Or we give you support now and drive them away," Lian Sheng said. "We don't have much time. Being dragged down here wasting weapons without being able to take them down is disadvantageous for us. Their main force has already started probing deeper from the middle. We must transfer some people back to make a show. Otherwise, if the heartland is empty, it will be difficult to regain momentum."
Ji Ban asked: "Then how do we fight quickly?"
Lian Sheng said: "Hitting him is a quick battle."
"But we can't hit them," Ji Ban said. "They can cover each other. The cannon takes 0.97 seconds to preheat and fire. They see it and dodge."
Lu Mingyuan interjected: "The system here has preheat detection. As soon as the cannon starts, it gets detected. And the cannon direction is predictable."
This meant that this high-damage weapon was theoretically avoidable.
Lian Sheng asked: "Ignoring energy weapons for now, how many heavy cannons do you still have?"
Ji Ban said: "About ten or so left."
His teammate exclaimed again: "Ten or so, my heavens! A rich landlord!"
With a loud "Bang!", that teammate, in his excitement, directly crashed into a nearby rock.
Ji Ban gasped sharply, quickly drew his gun, and began firing densely at the opponent, hindering their movement. Feng Liang seized the opportunity to adjust and dodge.
Fortunately, the opponent was also stunned, and Ji Ban reacted quickly, making them miss this great opportunity.
Lian Sheng was startled, saying: "Hey friend, friend. Don't self-destruct. In a combat state, stay calm first."
"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to," the teammate gasped out twice. "Accident, accident."
Lian Sheng continued: "Come on, brother, deploy all your cannons. Use the hand speed from just now, you can do it. Effective enemy suppression requires speed. I say, friend, start preparing, you assist the attack."
The teammate was still reeling from the earth-shattering crash just now, unable to recover. Suddenly entrusted with a heavy responsibility, he mumbled: "Huh?"
"I know!" Ji Ban understood, excitedly saying: "Okay, I'll do it!"
His teammate followed excitedly: "Okay, you do it!"
"Okay what? Follow command!" Lian Sheng said. "You're in front, observe the positions of the two opposing mechs. Your main task is to disrupt the scene, block their view of Moshi, giving Ji Ban a chance to attack."
The teammate said: "I'll try."
The two Red Team members were also discussing.
"What was he doing just now? Zoning out? Or too tired?"
"Who cares? The opponent's weapons should be running low. Spider fired four shots, chick fired two."
"It's been so long. If the opponent is smart, they should know we're stalling. Let's see how they plan to respond."
"I didn't see anyone around here. They might really be just two people. Hey, Lian Sheng really is different from what the commander guessed."
"Stop being cheap. Anyway, it's not certain now."
"We can appropriately close in, disrupt their plan. Stall a bit longer, then request support from the overall commander again. Dad really dislikes being cannon fodder."
"Dad doesn't like it either."
Both sides started moving almost simultaneously, charging towards the middle together.
Feng Liang saw the opponent rapidly approaching, took a sharp breath, and momentarily felt a chill. He narrowed his eyes, forced himself to focus, and watched the opponent's offensive.
He felt he could do it, with full mental concentration.
After all, he was also a member who could enter the selection finals. Look how well he adapted to the speed just now!
Suddenly, a sharp shout came from his ear. Lian Sheng, with her commanding tone, issued an extremely strong command: "Stop!"
Feng Liang didn't know if this was directed at him or Ji Ban. But action preceded thought; his body quickly leaned back, even the counter-force thrusters fully engaged. Because he braked too sharply, his whole body almost pitched forward. His posture instantly deformed.
Feng Liang roared forcefully, clenched his fists to control his body, trying to resist his own inertia.
The two Red Team members quickly raised their arms.
In their eyes, Feng Liang was definitely the White Team's biggest loophole. Taking him out first would make the battle much easier.
Another great opportunity; the person opposite was eagerly serving up their head.
Amidst the piercing screams, a Red Team member frowned and turned his head slightly. Then, in his peripheral vision, he saw a corner of the Moshi mech.
He hadn't seen the whole body yet, nor the weapon, but alertness to danger stopped his weapon-raising action. Instead, he shouted immediately: "Retreat—!"
His brother beside him subconsciously dashed in the opposite direction.
Then, three consecutive cannon shots pursued them relentlessly. Where they had previously stopped, rocks were hit, torn out with roots deep in the soil, leaving a crater.
Ji Ban breathed a sigh of relief, saying: "Hey? Why did you run so close?"
Feng Liang: "Huh?"
Lian Sheng said: "Friend, don't just focus on your opponent; pay attention to your teammate too. So-called assistance means not blocking your teammate's attack path at the optimal moment. Otherwise, what cooperation are we talking about? Just mutual hindrance."
"Really? I was a bit absorbed just now," Feng Liang said. "Ah, that was really scary just now!"
"It's okay," Lian Sheng said with satisfaction. "Being obedient is enough."
The black mech suffered some damage; half of its left hand was blown off, and the left shoulder area felt numb. But it wasn't particularly serious; overall operation was still possible.
The two panted heavily, feeling the relief of surviving a close call.
"Damn!" a Red Team member said. "Wholesale cannons? How many weapons does he actually hide?"
"The speed of a manually operated mech can be compensated by transformation; there's no mobility issue here," another teammate analyzed calmly. "It's highly possible he modified his arsenal, containing more cannons, unlike ours. We can't estimate his weapon stock for now; can't be careless."
"Why do I feel like he's throwing caution to the wind? Firing all his weapons? Those three shots just now were brilliant; almost wiped us both out."
"Even if it's a broken pot, we still need to see how big his broken pot is."
One person's Adam's apple bobbed. He retreated some distance. Watching the White Team aggressively approaching, he raised his weapon warily while reconnecting to the overall commander's channel.
"Requesting support, someone is injured."
The overall commander was slightly surprised: "What's the situation?"
"Okay, doesn't affect combat," the teammate said. "The opponent's arsenal quantity is a mystery. Requesting support just to be safe."
Overall commander: "Okay. I'll have Group Six go over now."
However, Ji Ban and Feng Liang had already decided to launch a strong attack, clearly giving them no chance to wait peacefully for support.
Watching the four-legged spider getting faster and faster, continuing passive retreat would be very disadvantageous for them.
Both the mental pressure and the situational pressure would numb their nerves. If the previous situation occurred again, even a slight delay in reaction could genuinely lead to disaster here.
Looking at the distance on the map, it wasn't optimistic.
"This won't work. How about we go big? The two of us take him down right here."
"Then a strong assault?"
"Let's try a coordinated attack. Aim for that manually operated mech."
"You cover or I cover?"
"I'll cover."
So the two decided. The black mech would cover, the blue one would launch a surprise attack.
They were comrades who had cooperated many times, possessing great tacit understanding. They immediately changed state, approached each other, advanced towards them crisscrossing, while simultaneously raising energy guns for aggressive strafing.
Lian Sheng said: "Here they come, preparing for a strong assault. Engage."
Hearing "engage," Feng Liang subconsciously glanced back, then smiled at Ji Ban: "When it's time to fight, you can give me a shout."
Lian Sheng said: "I'll shout for you. If you haven't coordinated before, just follow my instructions. When I say squat, you squat; run, you run."
Feng Liang nodded: "I'll try."
Lian Sheng: "Oh wait, communication."
Feng Liang cried out in terror: "Hey hey hey!!"
The inquiries Lian Sheng received were basically about whether to run, where to run, and similar questions. She had never given orders for surprise attacks or strong assaults.
She strictly adhered to the policy given at the start: run, run with all your might, run out of all dangerous areas. As a result, the number of people on the field hadn't changed yet. And the number of groups currently engaged in fierce battle was pitifully small.
The Red and White teams were in completely opposite states.
This time was the same. The opponent sent an inquiry about attacking or fleeing.
Judging by the voice, the student seemed a bit nervous. Retreating yet carrying a surge of momentum, this state was all too familiar.
Lian Sheng checked the mech types of both sides, the terrain they were in, pursed her lips into a slight smile, then gave the answer in a second: "Run, of course."
The opponent asked: "Where to run?"
Lian Sheng estimated the distance, seemingly without thinking, casually dropped her hand, directly indicating a red arrow on the map: "Towards Group Nine's direction. Based on your current distance and speed relative to the enemy, if you increase speed by forty or more, you should safely reach the target point within one minute and four seconds. I'll notify Group Nine now. After you rendezvous, assess the situation and prepare to counterattack."
The opponent nodded: "Okay."
Lian Sheng said: "Rest assured, the entire network is filled with our people. The opponent is also moving in pairs; rendezvous gives us more advantage. This is our home ground; you'll be safe wherever you run. Run with confidence, follow my instructions. Contact me again if unexpected situations arise."
The student nodded again: "Okay!"
Lian Sheng continued contacting Group Nine, telling them to rush to the red marker at a speed of two hundred twenty or more.
Outside the field, several instructors and soldiers frowned, shoulders slumping slightly.
What the instructors saw wasn't Ji Ban's match, nor the advantage they held in single combat. What they saw was the White Team's current layout and the commander's state.
"This commander is really... too free and undisciplined, completely lacking the state of a commander. Is this style popular among young people now?"
"I don't see her overall view. Currently, I have no idea what she's doing. Dispersing personnel for what? Not arranging troops to protect prisoners?"
"I think it might be correct too. Constantly succeeding in escaping can deplete the opponent's fighting spirit and morale, causing frustration and fatigue."
"Psychological warfare? That's too ethereal, I disagree. They can keep running, but once the Red Team fully penetrates the White Team's sphere of influence, they won't be able to run even if they want to."
"What's wrong with the traditional approach of running if you can't win? They really can't win."
"If this is the only tactic, then there really isn't much hope of winning. Isn't it a perfect demonstration of delaying the inevitable?"
Several people fell silent for a moment. An instructor said:
"Perhaps from the beginning, we placed too much hope in her. After all, she's just a student in school, leading a team of freshmen against seniors, aiming to request guidance, stated clearly. Then adopting delaying tactics to strive for more performance opportunities and prevent rapid annihilation is indeed the best choice."
"Hmm..."
Several people felt somewhat disappointed, but also thought this was likely the case.
The instructor who had negotiated with Lian Sheng several times, only to be rendered speechless each time, shook his head: "I don't think she's that simple. This time, raising the challenge so aggressively clearly shows she's determined to win. Her eyes tell me she's prepared to win. The current battle situation, her lack of panic, proves it's within her predictions."
How could someone with such a proud demeanor place themselves in such an obviously inferior position in front of students just one grade higher?
To put it bluntly, hey, this group of students wasn't even as good as him. If Lian Sheng wanted to promote them, why not promote himself?
The instructor beside him pondered for a moment: "Haven't you noticed how quickly she issues commands? And very accurately. Including control of distance, assignment of speed, strategic decisions. No thought, no hesitation. This is also one reason for her ease. Her sensitivity to information is too formidable."
"Is that because the vice commander is a senior? He understands the Red Team very well, so judging strength is easier?"
"You're wrong, judging strength isn't easy. Easy judgment is just superficial, but being able to clearly issue commands and arrange subsequent actions belongs to the commander," the instructor said. "Look at the Red Team commander, that's normal. Considering before making any decision. On the battlefield, there's never a decision made by one person; any person's action involves their comrades."
For a new commander, they always want to cover all aspects, so fifty people is a huge amount of data. He fears any situation beyond his control, so he must bring everything under a controllable range.
If every person's action needs to be detailed, there are too many things to manage. Moreover, the battlefield changes rapidly; any slight change requires the commander to formulate new countermeasures. Even with three heads and six arms, one would be stretched too thin.
Lian Sheng was different. Her ease was genuine ease. She accepted the accidents that occur on the battlefield. She focused only on those errors that could potentially cause huge changes and were irreversible.
She acknowledged her shortcomings. A person's brain and mouth are limited. When things should be tight, she held firmly; when things could be loose, she boldly let go.
The courage to let go, and the command that allowed her to judge, came from the countless real battles she had commanded.
After all, she had led armies far exceeding fifty people, and information transmission in the past was nowhere near as convenient as now. She witnessed accidents every moment. Even failing to witness accidents promptly led to seeing a subsequent series of troublesome derivatives. Being constantly tense like this wouldn't work.
After arranging the communicating team, confirming they had no problems and were maintaining well, Lian Sheng switched the screen back.
At this moment, the four members of the Red and White teams were engaged in fierce battle.
Feng Liang feared the previous incident repeating, moving randomly and blocking his teammate's attack path. So he moved hesitantly, looking forwards and backwards.
But Ji Ban's battle plan was precisely for Feng Liang to block between himself and the opponent, then use cannon light as cover for surprise attacks and successful consecutive strikes.
There was no tacit understanding between them, completely falling into contradiction. Unable to communicate, it was simply a tragedy.
Instead, the two Red Team members stole their attack method. One in front, one behind, crisscrossing actions to feint attacks. Movements agile, coordination seamless, unpredictable.
Feng Liang nearly got hit, angrily saying: "Siamese twins? What signal are they using so fast? Or communicating via brainwaves?"
Lian Sheng reminded: "Yo."
"Ancestor!" Feng Liang almost knelt. "What do we do now, Ancestor?!"
Lian Sheng assessed the situation, "Move freely, the overall commander is watching you."
Feng Liang: "Okay, Ancestor!"
Feng Liang trusted his commander implicitly.
Of course, this was a quality every soldier should have. But facing a commander he cooperated with for the first time, Feng Liang could perfectly exhibit this quality. How to put it... a foolishly smart person.
Lian Sheng looked at the view in the perspective, nodded: "Come, come, everyone retreat a bit first. Let the two opposing mechs get closer, don't separate too far."
Feng Liang in front obeyed and gradually retreated. Sure enough, the Red Team rear personnel started moving forward after he left the attack range.
Lian Sheng: "Ji Ban, do you have high-damage weapons?"
Ji Ban: "Yes. Have an E14. Effective pursuit range hundred meters. Blast point effective mech damage range ten meters."
This could already be considered medium-range attack.
"Then save it for last," Lian Sheng narrowed her eyes. "The two opposing mechs, aren't they maintaining one front, one back? When the front one starts displacing, and the distance between them is close enough, you fire. Strive for one arrow, two eagles!"
Ji Ban readily expressed: "Understood!"
Feng Liang maneuvered his mech, continuing to run. High-speed running plus full concentration; if caught in a war of attrition, he wouldn't last long.
He was very tired, his vision blurry. The world was almost spinning.
"Let me test your reaction first. The first sound is the direction. When I make the first sound, you move," Lian Sheng said. "Start listening to my instructions now. Are you ready?"
Feng Liang gathered his spirits, "Okay Ancestor! Full cooperation!"
Lian Sheng: "Turn left!"
Caught off guard by the suddenness, Feng Liang's heart tightened fiercely. He frowned tightly and moved left.
Lu Mingyuan silently sent her Feng Liang's data analysis: his mech acceleration when starting to move, and muscle-related reaction time.
Comparing with the data, Lian Sheng could roughly grasp his pattern.
For coordinating surprise attacks, the most difficult thing to grasp was the timing. Feng Liang couldn't grasp the timing himself because he didn't understand Ji Ban's attack patterns, and couldn't see the person behind him in his field of view.
Similarly, it wasn't very convenient for Lian Sheng either. She could only see videos retrieved from both perspectives. She chose Ji Ban's perspective.
If Lian Sheng were to give reminders, she needed to extract information from the video, process it, then issue commands. So she needed faster prediction and judgment, simultaneously more detailed speed control. Thinking about it this way was extremely demanding.
She trusted Ji Ban, trusted they both had that instinctive sensitivity to combat, able to capture the best attack timing.
Even if there were errors, it didn't matter; they could try multiple times. Ji Ban could also make micro-adjustments from the rear.
Look, wasn't the previous cooperation quite good?
Perfect cooperation was never about both sides having actions precise to the point of harshness, but mutual adjustment and accommodation. So perfect cooperation actually allowed for errors.
Feng Liang, precisely because he didn't want to transfer this pressure to Ji Ban, wanted to seize the initiative and rely on himself to cooperate, led to Ji Ban also being unable to adapt.
Neither of them had found their correct position.
In the opponents' eyes, Feng Liang suddenly started strange movements: lunging left and right, jumping up and squatting down, simply unpredictable.
The two Red Team members clearly couldn't guess that the opposing overall commander would be idle enough to give them individual guidance. They just felt their opponent's combat strength was consistently erratic.
Since the engagement began, sometimes divine maneuvers, sometimes incredibly stupid. Repeatedly changing styles, completely incomprehensible.
"Opponent... what's the situation with the opponent? Having an epileptic fit?"
"Possessed by a divine beast."
"Little chick is about to become a little lame duck."
"...Yo your head!"
"Just try again directly."
The two agreed, assumed stances, prepared to advance.
On Ji Ban's mech back, a section of iron pipe extended, reaching into the air, allowing him to simultaneously see the actions of both opponents.
At this moment, both sides raised their weapons. One aimed at Feng Liang, the person behind aimed at Ji Ban. And the mech behind was carrying a cannon on its shoulder.
That was the moment.
Ji Ban selected the target, already pulling the trigger.
Lian Sheng slapped her thigh, her heart skipped a beat, blurting out: "Turn right!"
Feng Liang thought it was still practice, but still moved according to instructions. Even let out a "Heigh-ho."
The black mech in the Red Team front row, when Feng Liang suddenly turned, saw Ji Ban's red-glowing cannon barrel.
He had moved half his body at this moment.
It was already too late. Judging by the direction, if he dodged now, both would either die together, or both be heavily injured, then die together.
Making a split-second decision, he forcefully stopped his moving figure, blocking in front of his comrade.
And his comrade, in that short time, had already aimed and pulled the trigger.
Their enviably fast cooperation speed became the very charm that sealed their fate.
The black-painted mech, simultaneously hit by strong attacks from front and back, was instantly killed. Debris from the mech's outer shell flew out with the huge explosion shockwave.
His comrade froze for a moment, still not understanding, then felt intense heat from his left and right arms along with his chest. Then most of the data before his eyes turned red, danger warnings blaring non-stop.
Unable to carefully consider the current situation, survival instinct made him rapidly retreat, pulling distance first.
The left arm was destroyed by the embers of Ji Ban's cannon blast.
The right arm was hit by the rebound from hitting his comrade.
He should feel fortunate; he only had one cannon left, its power not very great. And the distance between him and his comrade wasn't too close.
However, the current battle situation was very bad. Without thinking, this time he started desperately escaping.
Thankful his two legs were left.
Seeing the display show a comrade disappeared, the Red Team overall commander quickly pressed the control panel, asking: "What?! Who died?"
"One dead, one injured. I'm heavily injured," the escaped person said. "Arm broken, half body disabled."
The commander said: "Switch mechs. Your support has arrived. Rendezvous, rendezvous quickly! People in front, run!"
The Red Team member looked up and found that in just a few words, they had really arrived.
Just that little bit. If the support had come just that little bit earlier, perhaps things wouldn't be like this.
The person gritted his teeth, letting out a "tsk."
The overall commander pointed to the nearest teammate, a newly recruited freshman, telling them to swap mechs.
This was equivalent to his battlefield ending prematurely. The freshman felt somewhat regretful, but had no standing to speak. After all, his skills were inferior.
Forcibly suppressing it, he sighed, then went over to swap mechs with the person.
Ji Ban and Feng Liang saw they were rescued by support, so they stopped pursuing and turned to retreat.
The opponent didn't pursue deeply either, busy escorting the comrade to swap equipment.
Ji Ban reported the situation. Lian Sheng said: "Okay, equivalent to a double kill. Not bad, not bad. Come rendezvous first."
Feng Liang felt like jumping up. The sound of the hit, the figure of the defeated opponent, still replayed in his mind. Hearing this, he asked: "Where to rendezvous?"
Lian Sheng: "Now, come to the right side. See the waterfall on the map? Push any enemies encountered on the way, defend this line outside the waterfall."
The two nodded: "Okay."
Ji Ban was also very happy at this moment. But he didn't follow the map; instead, he first returned to the previous battle site, rummaging through the wreckage.
It was just that his current form wasn't very suitable, so he called his teammate, asking for help.
"What are you looking for?" Feng Liang urged from behind. "We need to hurry and rendezvous. You still want to keep a souvenir or something?"
"Help me find his weapons, swap out anything usable," Ji Ban said. "Oh right, and his energy source, see if it's still good, how much is left."
Feng Liang said: "...Even if you dismantle it, you can't use it. Different models, can you support it? And how do you connect this externally?"
"Ah, found it." Ji Ban, self-sufficient, found a gun. Then directly connected it to his back, tried controlling the direction, fired a shot.
A beam of light proved it could be used normally.
"I can," Ji Ban said. "Weapon connectors, Moshi has plenty. Just used up the cannons, weight is lighter, I'll replenish my arsenal."
He immediately went to rummage for the energy battery.
Feng Liang watched this scene before him, utterly dumbfounded: "Black... Black technology!"
Unfortunately, the battery was shattered. Unusable.
Sensor mechs wanting to replace equipment or energy sources had to return to base for professional technicians to handle.
After all, energy concerned the entire mech's operation, almost as important as the operating system. If not installed in the safest location, it would become the mech's greatest weakness. And overly complex replacement procedures, they didn't know how, doing it in the wild was too dangerous. Wearing sensors, the involved content was too chaotic.
In short, that was outside their scope of business.
As for equipping other mechs' weapons... he didn't know if it was possible. But with too many additional functions, sensor mechs weren't that easy to control either.
Of course, the most important thing was it was completely unnecessary. Energy guns usually had several backups. One person could only use two at the same time anyway; carrying a bag of weapons was useless!
Ji Ban shook out his hand: "Ah—a bit sore."
Feng Liang said: "Me too. A bit breathless."
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