Him and their stars.

Chapter 1682 The People's Goddess

Andro Motta stared in amazement as the girl leaped out of the trench, swinging her limbs in a slightly exaggerated manner, and ran quickly towards the Imperial Army's defense line.

Everyone thought that a power mecha charging at the enemy should move forward bravely like a rhino with its head held high. However, Xia Li's current mecha was like a monkey with its butt on fire.

Of course he knew that Miss Charlie's exaggerated movements were not because she was drunk, but because she had no experience in operating power armor. She opened the forward valve to the maximum all at once and did not know how to adjust the balance for a while.

This is not very scientific! Didn't she claim to be a veteran ranger who had traveled across most of the world? In the process of traveling in the universe, one must encounter various emergencies. Even as a psychic, one must inevitably use various machines to deal with accidents. How could it be that she had never even played with a mecha?

To put it bluntly, these days, any ranger or free mercenary who dares to wander the universe looking for a living can at least be considered a semi-professional technician or power armor driver, and psychics are no exception.

In this way, Miss Xia Li's identity is indeed a bit mysterious. In addition to her special skills, she really looks like a pampered aristocratic lady in many aspects.

...However, the scene of a young lady wearing a thin dress and walking calmly on the frozen ground full of corpses was quite shocking even for the nobles of Tirrero who were full of martial virtues.

In short, she is definitely not an ordinary ranger.

What interrupted Mota's wild thoughts was a sudden and violent roar. The blazing flames, accompanied by an even more violent and lethal shock wave, burst out on the frozen ground. Dirty mud and snowflakes flew everywhere, setting off a deadly storm barrier that completely covered the girl's mecha.

However, before the rebel soldiers who witnessed this scene could even shout, the girl's blue mecha jumped out of the smoke again.

Even though she was almost covered by enemy fire just now, the girl was not prepared to retreat.

She continued to move forward bravely, and the mecha covered in flames had already crossed the charred field. The figure that was constantly moving forward, his movements were still exaggerated, his steps were still frivolous and jumping, still like a monkey that had eaten too much fermented sour fruit.

However, that was definitely not a monkey with its butt on fire, it was clearly a monkey who dared to turn the world upside down with a stick.

  Mota, who always thought of himself as a veteran, suddenly became excited. He had lost most of his ability to think, but he just thought, if the eldest daughter of a noble family has rushed forward, should I continue to hide here?

He let out a strange cry, and jumped out of the trench carrying the Vulcan cannon and war hammer that he had modified himself.

At this moment, he also heard the vicious roar: "Oh, the young lady has already had sex, do you guys still want to watch? Are you out of balls?"

He was one of the eight psykers hired by the rebels, an experienced Wookiee mercenary. We all know that experienced professionals often have a greasy side, and as a mercenary, he must be low-carbon, energy-saving, cautious, and pay for everything.

But now, the experienced real old mercenary, after taking a look at the young "veteran" Mota, also became excited.

The psychics wearing special mechas also jumped out of the trenches one after another, and passed Mota, allowing the men to fight bravely.

Of course, passion and fearlessness are one of the prerequisites for victory, but if these are the only qualities left, you will definitely end up in trouble, right?

In short, when the girl, the big black fat man and others rushed out of the trenches one after another, the veteran Franmore, who was wearing a power skeleton and hanging an armor plate humidifier and insulator, led the assault team out of the trench and rushed quickly to the bomb crater in the distance.

On more fronts, the large-scale rebel soldiers also shouted, holding a variety of weapons, and began to charge from all directions. Most of the rebel soldiers were slaves a month ago, and only had blood and courage in their hearts. They did not consider that they only played a supporting role and diverted the enemy's attention, and only wanted to take revenge on the empire.

Under their cover, the assault team had successfully occupied a shell crater and set up the cannon as close to the enemy as possible.

Facts have proved that the Imperial Army, which has not been tortured by the "Defense Universal Theory", is a loser! Their already exposed firepower points were quickly knocked out by the Rebel Army with a surgical technique.

Soon after, more firepower groups also followed the main attacking army and began to advance towards the core of the empire's defense zone. Their attack was of course very methodical, and they seemed to have seen the slackness of the enemy's firepower, and they shouted loudly and quickly rushed to the front line.

They waved their crude gravity slingshots and threw out the crystals that were flashing dangerous light one by one.

It was a homemade crystal bomb from a war god festival, and now it is called "General Yu's Lao Baigan" by various rebel forces within the empire.

These dangerous explosives are produced in small workshops deep in the rocks. Their disadvantage is that the production and transportation conditions are extremely unstable and dangerous, and if you are not careful you can easily send the workshop and the workers to the sky. As for their advantages, of course they are inexpensive and easy to use.

The three-meter-high iron fence in front of them collapsed in the explosion. The rebels' charge route was now clear.

"You see, the Empire's way of defending the city is lame!" Mota thought so while charging. He even opened the city map of Dantie City in the terminal's field of vision and began to determine the target that he must capture first.

However, at this time, the Empire's elite stormtroopers, already wearing mechas, emerged from behind their towers and fortresses and came straight to meet them.

Motta saw an extremely dazzling red flash coming out from the opposite Imperial Army's line. He guessed that it should be a high-powered blaster machine gun used for fire suppression. If it was on a ship, this weapon could seal the gap of an entire hatch, making it impossible for thousands of stormtroopers to move forward or backward. But he didn't know how effective it would be on the ground.

Sure enough, this kind of firepower that can be used on the ship is very fierce, and several rebel soldiers were shot. Their exoskeletons were destroyed, their armor plates were torn, their bodies were pierced, and they fell to the ground unable to move.

There was no other way. Most of the rebel soldiers were just rebellious slave soldiers, and there were not many elite armed forces. Being able to use a labor exoskeleton and hang the outer plate of a super-fast car as armor was already considered the equipment of elite soldiers.

In fact, even the reinforcements sent by the Free Army of Franmore were no more than this.

You can imagine the protective power of this equipment.

Motta even saw with his own eyes that the side armor of a Franmore sergeant was easily torn apart by the outer shock wave caused by the explosion. His body staggered forward a few steps, but still fell down, lying together with several Lazakai people, and never moved again.

He knew the sergeant. Although most humans thought that the Franmore people looked the same, he did know him. He was a member of the Franmore Liberation Organization, a young but well-trained artilleryman. He had no parents, only three younger siblings. The reason he joined the Rebel Army was not because he had any deep hatred with the Empire, but because the Rebel Army killed the local bond officer and allocated him a fishing ground in the shallow sea.

But even so, he studied very hard and took the initiative to join the reinforcement operation.

Motta had no way to save him. Now, even he himself was pinned behind an abandoned artillery turret by the dense volleys of Imperial stormtroopers, barely able to raise his head.

He knew very well that although the armor on his body was stronger than the exoskeleton plus the vehicle-mounted hanging plate, it was also very limited. As a "veteran", he was very smart and knew when to be brave and when to hold back.

In fact, it was not just him, but the other psychic heroes who also found a place to hide. They were real veterans, and they knew very well that even if they were psychics, they couldn't use their bodies to resist bullets unless they reached the level of saints. There were many psychics who died from cold guns and cold cannons in history, but they essentially died from their own recklessness...

Well, even if you are a saint, you should not waste your time. The number of saints who died from fortress guns and naval guns is not small.

Therefore, when the cover shrinks, it will still shrink. This is a natural law.

However, most of the rebels had neither good equipment nor tactics. They were shot down in droves by the Imperial soldiers with volleys. Then, the stormtroopers, armed to the teeth, showed their melta axes and chainswords, and rushed over fiercely with heavy steps like rhinoceroses.

If nothing unexpected happened, this charge would be enough to completely defeat the enemy, which was dozens of times their number. In the past years, the situation of suppressing the rebels had always been like this, without exception.

  And this time, if the person rushing at the forefront of the rebels was not an experienced "psychic", it would probably be the same, right?

In fact, at this time, the armor on Xia Li had been hit with several wounds. However, no matter whether it was bullets or blaster beams, after piercing through the armor, they could not penetrate half an inch of her "skin".

The girl didn't even feel any pain. It was only when she found out that all the rebel soldiers around her were knocked down that she realized belatedly that she should show some anger.

So she raised her hand, and a green light much brighter than the blaster beam just now burst out. Then it seemed to solidify into a solid object, and like the sharpest whip, it swept fiercely into the crowd of Imperial Stormtroopers.

Wherever he went, there were ghosts howling, wolves howling, and blood and rain.

Many rebel soldiers who were still charging saw at least three dozen Imperial soldiers in mechas having their mechas and bodies torn apart by green light, falling to the ground like severed dolls. The smell of blood mixed with the scent of frozen earth formed a strange taste that could not be covered up even by the burning air.

Of course, the damage she caused was far more than just that.

Behind the Imperial Stormtroopers, flames of explosions bloomed one after another, clearly pieces of heavy equipment being lit and detonated.

The Imperial Stormtroopers, who were armed to the teeth, naturally showed signs of disintegration. However, the morale of the Rebels, who should have been on the verge of collapse, suddenly soared.

Of course, the morale of the psychic mercenary wearing the homemade mecha was even higher. They probably all felt that they were all psychics and mercenaries who were making money, but being in the underworld still required loyalty. The more work you did, the more money you got.

If that little girl steals all the limelight, I won't be eligible to receive the balance payment in the future, right?

Then, the psychics screamed and used all kinds of methods to rush into the imperial army's line, just like a red-sharp knife piercing butter, and they were invincible everywhere they went.

Well, in a battlefield like this that doesn't require much technical skills, the effect that a top-level psychic can bring is immediate and obvious.

At this time, Xia Li was already charging forward. At this moment, her helmet was knocked off, revealing her flawless face. The firelight seemed to have painted a fiery divinity on the girl's profile.

"Goddess of Danhur! Goddess of the people!" The rebel soldiers who witnessed all this shouted and cheered like this.