When this thing is encountered at a specific time and in a specific position, the result may be completely opposite to the initial expectation.



At this time, the Federal Army was undoubtedly very lucky. These soldiers, who had reduced their defense shields to the lowest level and were almost fighting naked, not only did not have a single armor destroyed by the enemy, but instead, by accident, gained the upper hand.



During the ancient Earth war period, there were often examples of one soldier chasing a group of soldiers.



Morale and luck.



Without the morale of burning one's bridges, such a crazy move would not be possible. And without luck, even if the fleeing soldiers turned around and fired a random shot, they could kill this idiot who was chasing a group of people.



A philosopher in ancient China once said: "When people's hearts are scattered, it's difficult to lead the team." Now, this statement made the Imperial Army commander's mouth taste bitter. His soldiers could no longer be gathered together, and most of them were in a situation of fighting on their own.



Under the pressure of watching one mecha after another of their own being destroyed and exploded by the Federal Army, the Imperial Army began to waver slowly, and then developed into sporadic routs. Eventually, this rout suddenly turned into a panicked escape. The mechas running away in all directions were like a flock of sheep scattered by hungry wolves.



Yuri's mouth also tasted bitter. He really wanted to cry bitterly. This was no way to live. Behind him, the shadow of the Imperial outflanking armored squad had already faintly appeared. In at most ten minutes, that armored squad could bypass this jungle and reach the battlefield.



In this chaotic battlefield, Yuri thought: "When I escape back, I will apply for discharge!"



The hapless fat man Yuri was sweating profusely as he ran.



One year of reconnaissance training didn't make him lose any weight at all. And half a year of war experience only made this fat man not gain more weight.



"If I had known that I couldn't lose weight, why did I come to endure this hardship?"



Yuri felt that his life was simply a tragedy.



If he had stayed in the villa and flying car left by his parents when they passed away, found a simple job, married a beautiful wife, and after work, found some friends to drink with, that would be the life he dreamed of.



"I'm Corporal Yuri, a mechanical maintenance soldier in the temporary logistics detachment. Requesting communication."



Yuri panted, running towards the battlefield while shouting loudly.



"The fat man who came to repair mechas a few days ago? Why are you still here?"



This was the regional channel of the armored squad. Being able to connect to this closed channel proved that this person was nearby. The land - combat mecha soldiers were very strange. The battle had been going on for two days and one night, and this fat man who had come here a few days ago to repair mechas was still staying here.



Yuri thought with a wry smile: "I want to run, but can the battlefield recorder on my arm let me run away casually?"



The fat man didn't know.



The battlefield recorder usually doesn't restrict the logistics troops from leaving the battlefield. Its main function is to record combat achievements and limit combat soldiers from leaving the combat radius. But for soldiers with abnormal data, the battlefield recorder will modify the instructions.



More than twenty times of disengaging from the battle without firing a single shot, not killing any enemies, always staying outside the battle, and not even having a single enemy discover and shoot at him.



What else could this be if not abnormal data?



Yuri's combat data had entered the red - alert list on the computer in the Federal Combat Command Center.



"Fat man, escape by yourself." Said the L9 - 2101 mecha captain.



"How can I escape!?"



Yuri's wail was extremely plaintive.



"Except for this small patch of jungle, there is flat land all around. And the Imperial heavy - duty mechas are also coming up."



The Imperial Army's "Beast" - type 2 heavy - duty mecha has a combat part that is 12 meters high, weighs 80 tons, and is made of all - alloy. It is equipped with an all - directional radar, a heavy - duty energy - based defense shield. When climbing and walking, it uses eight anti - joint mechanical legs, with a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. In the lying position, it has sixteen huge mechanical wheels and can reach a speed of 280 kilometers per hour on the highway. It can carry 20 medium - type missiles, and is equipped with 4 anti - air missiles, two energy - based machine guns, and a 360 - degree rotary "Fire Snake" heavy - duty machine gun.



For such a thing to discover and kill a fat man with a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, wearing a logistics soldier's vest, and carrying a modified broken gun outside the jungle was as easy as playing.



"There's no time. Everyone, follow the front individual mechas and chase. First go north, then west, then south, and follow the Supengman River. The central defense line in the east has been broken through, and there are people blocking the rear."



Yuri gasped for breath heavily. High - speed running made his lungs start to congest. Every breath he took was burning hot. It took him five swallows of saliva to finish saying these few sentences.



"Fat man, is it true?"



The mecha soldiers were half - believing and half - doubting.



"Damn it! I'm a reconnaissance soldier from the special - training team!"



The mecha soldiers were all silent and immediately began to execute Yuri's plan.



On the battlefield, reconnaissance soldiers are the people that combatants are most willing to believe. Even combat plans need to be confirmed by reconnaissance soldiers before they can be executed. In the rapidly changing battle, reconnaissance soldiers often become the objects of dependence for combatants. How to analyze the situation on the battlefield and choose the correct retreat direction is a required course for reconnaissance soldiers. So, without time to argue, the mecha soldiers immediately and unreservedly believed Yuri, and accelerated their advance to the north.



When the fat man ran to the edge of the jungle and looked at the federal mechas rolling away at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour,



"It's over!"



Yuri threw the gun in his hand hard on the ground and cried: "Damn you, you should have taken me with you."