"It's such an unknown feeling."

The driver of the Evil Eagle Three, who followed the Eagle One, observed everything outside and said a little cringefully.

"With Quanta, what's scary?" The driver of the Evil Omen II fearlessly.

The Evil-Type driving teams were all selected from KPSA's people who had experience in driving mobile suits. They had great trust in Shina.

"Don't gossip, stay connected at all times and move on the designated route."

These three bodies are desert adaptive, and they immediately speed up as soon as they leave the launch silo.

The desert and the wind covered the sound, and the night and drizzle were blocked with sight.

——Heat source reaction was detected.

——Replan, please wait for the central program to refit the route, 3, 2, 1.

——The secondary route correction has been completed.

In a perfect arc, the Evil Guardian bypasses the giant rocks on the original route and drifts above the route No. 2.

【So amazing.】

The other two drivers exclaimed.

The second and third styles of Evil Magnitude are too poor in this detail operation and have fallen behind and cannot maintain the original follow-up frequency.

"This operation is quite special, so I don't prioritize team cooperation. You just need to keep up."

"Yes, Mr. Quanta."

——Confirm the heat source reaction. Sonar detection is completed. Radar detection is successful. Secondary review is completed.

——Please wait for the central program to fit the image for a moment, 3, 2, 1.

——Enemy image fit is completed.

Messages are displayed scrolling.

The outside world is still hidden in darkness. The convoy's journey does not take the way in conventional forms (such as lighting). It is speculated that like evil omen, it is explored through ultrasonic or electromagnetic waves.

The general shape of the enemy on the cockpit screen has appeared, not to take photos from outside, but to obtain information from radar, sonar, infrared detection and other methods to fit it into visual physical images, so as to-

The enemy is bright and I am dark!

The evil omen leaped directly on the rocks ahead and glided briefly, causing a violent sound of wind and rain.

Before the convoy could react, the front machine gun tower with a long nose protruding front was cut off by a carbon steel knife.

In an instant, he stabbed into the cockpit and went straight to the driver, and he could almost see the horrified look.

The black blades are the same color as night and death.

The blade tilted to the side and cut the front part out directly.

"The first one is broken and confirms that the pilot survives."

An alarm sounded loudly.

The Kingdom of Azadistan made many modifications to the long nose type, abandoning carbon fiber spears and shields, and replacing larger-caliber artillery guns, which reduced its defense performance. It could not be stopped at all in the face of the steel knife made by E carbon.

In the complete memory ability, the long nose structure is completely parsed out.

——The best way to cut.

From two directions, machine guns and artillery sounds sound. The machine gun cannot penetrate E-carbon armor, and the artillery is avoided.

Evil Guard lowered his body and carried the machine gun until the long nose front machine gun tower, pierced into the joint area, and cut it into two halves. A large number of internal lines broke, thus losing the ability to move.

He climbed backwards with force, stepped on an armed vehicle and turned over, resisted the cannon, rushed straight to the third long nose type, and stabbed into the core with one knife. The emergency ejection device was started, and due to abnormal operation, it bounced the driver and buffer objects to a distance, losing its ability to move.

It can't even be called a warm-up.

There is too big a gap in both the body and the technology.

"The enemy's long nose is completely broken, call the finishing team. Make sure that the three pilots survive, be sure to capture them all."

Capture of the enemy may be just a humiliation, but since life has its value, there is no reason to let it go or kill it.

Until he relaxed in an instant, an unreasonable imagination in his mind caught his attention.

"Wait a minute...No way-why did that person appear here?"

He nervously picked up the gun, opened the hatch door, and jumped to the ground in the drizzle.

The cold drizzle flowed through the glass of the helmet until the ground was mixed with sand and soil, making it appear muddy and turbid.

The second and third styles of evil omen and the final team that followed the nearby ones came late at this time.

The people below knew that they had no way to escape, so they put down their weapons and raised their hands.

She was supported by an older woman, messing up her combed hair and putting sand on her clothes as a disguise, wanting to hide inconspicuously among the crowd. Only those eyes were staring at the moment of slowly coming.

【Are the young soldiers of Kurgis?】

She thought.

Now this person is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he is so familiar with her that he will never admit his mistake.

He signaled the group to scatter and walked urgently to the girl, and asked under her surprised gaze:

"Marina Esmail, the first princess of Azadistan, how could you show up here?"
Chapter completed!