Twelve F-grade Mechanical Arms.
What kind of effect could they have?
Perhaps, like Lao Zhao, he would make the same choice.
Hu Xiangjun angrily slapped the table!
"Damn it!"
Are human lives less valuable than Mechanical Arms?
This was indeed somewhat helpless.
Moreover, Jincheng and Bei City had now cut off contact.
Mechanical Combat Technique Arms simply could not be delivered.
Under these circumstances, a sense of tragic resolve suddenly grew in everyone's hearts.
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At this moment!
A technician spoke up: "Commander!"
"In the due south, the garrisons of the 17th and 18th companies are being slowly approached by a group of beasts, expected to stage an attack today!"
Hu Xiangjun, hearing this, hurriedly looked at the large satellite map on the table.
After pondering for a long time, he took a deep breath, "This stronghold must not be lost!"
"Dispatch two more companies for defense!"
"Yu Hai! Yang Jun!"
"Present!"