"Push it head-on? A direct assault on the command of Kulovis? Right now?! ”

Karene pushed Elan aside and asked loudly into the microphone.

Not just him, everyone was stunned when they heard this order.

That guy, that guy from an unknown source, he actually wanted to kill Cullovis! The current governor of District 11, the third prince of the empire! This guy is simply ······

"Then I ask you, do you want to retreat now? Go back to the sewers and have a blast and wait for the next time you're rounded up?! ”

Lelouch was caught off by this group of terrorists.

The two armies are fighting, and the most difficult part of the opposing army, which has been completely wiped out, has been completed, and now the commander of the other side is not far away waiting to be captured alive by them, and this group of terrorists actually wants to accept it when they see it!?

No, these short-sighted guys probably didn't think of this at all, they weren't regular troops, so they only had the ambition to make explosions and kidnap hostages. They have been suppressed by the empire for too long, and this idea that one shot is one shot, and the idea that one can kill one is already ingrained in their minds. Maybe the emperor himself walked into their lair, and they didn't have the courage to pull the trigger!

With this kind of awareness, you still want to drive out Britannia? Just these pedantic guys still dare to shout every day to restore the country?!

"What did you say!" Yucheng's stunned voice popped out of the public channel.

"Now Cullovis is like a baby, without the ability to resist, and there are no obstacles before you! Just tear open the iron sheet of that command vehicle, and you can just take him out of it! Don't you want revenge? Aren't you going to kill all the Britannians?! Now the makers of the Shinjuku Massacre are right in front of you, and the three princes of the empire are right under your noses! Don't you want to see him wagging his tail and begging for mercy and begging you to let him live?! ”

Ilan played with these words, and couldn't help but begin to admire his royal brother.

If he had come, he would have been unable to control his own mouth, explain in detail the various stakes to this group of terrorists, answer questions, tell two bad jokes, and spend five or six hours doing everyone's ideological work. Looking back, Britannia's own army has already arrived······

Now they are like a wild wolf that is about to starve to death, they have long been arrogant, today they finally hit the shit luck, found something to cushion their stomachs and saved their lives, and suddenly a big fat sheep appeared in front of them, but they hesitated. Only by stepping on their tails can they be reminded of their identity.

Damn, I'm a carnivore!

The only way to deal with these terrorists is to use agitation.

The terrorists screamed with irritation, their eyes turned green, and they all said that they wanted to eat meat.

Who the hell is shrugging?! Just do it!

It took a few minutes to regroup the group, and Lelouch let the rampaging wolves go.

The target, of course, is the headquarters of Cullowis, which is expected to arrive in three minutes. Lelouch himself Sunderland finally appeared, and he grouped himself and Ilan into a team and followed the rear of the large army.

"F1, how's it going?"

"You can continue to fight, but you need some ammunition to replenish, and the performance of the airframe has deteriorated very much, and I am afraid that I will not be able to continue to rush to the front line."

"Do I need to change bodies?" Lelouch looked at Glasgow as if he had been dragged out of a recycling bin, and his heart was a little bottomless. If Elam had spoken, he would have decisively ordered a terrorist to get out of his Sunderland.

"It's a good mention." Ilan hesitated.

Although he hated Sunderland's qiē, he couldn't deny the fact ————that if he was allowed to duel with a perfect Glasgow and another self driving Sunderland, then he would definitely not survive for more than a minute, after all, the difference between the bodies was too big. What's more, the Glasgow is far from perfect.

Elan glanced at the girl behind her, and finally made up her mind.

"No need, so be it."

"Are you sure?" Lelouch could hear the helplessness in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to belittle you, but I really don't want to breathe the smell of men's sweat and fight······"

“······”

Not just Lelouch, everyone felt powerless.

Elan thought they didn't understand.

"After the battle just now, everyone must be sweating, although Sunderland's air conditioning system is excellent, it is still unavoidable, which will make me have difficulty breathing, sluggish thinking, etc. Glasgow may be shabby, but Miss Carlene's taste is okay, ah!!··· Pain Pain · Please don't hit me on the head, I mean..."

"I see, permission, F1 will be radio silent from now on." Lelouch commanded decisively.

It's really a good conductor, but it's just a pain for Karen this kid. Now everyone has this idea in their hearts.

The dark purple command car has appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the Britannian Congress under the lookout has been looming, once again igniting the long-suppressed hatred in everyone's hearts.

Lelouxiu's heart was no less surging than everyone else, but he still had the sanity to keep a cool head, and he gave a death order not to destroy the formation, and he firmly held the reins, controlling this group of wild wolves that smelled blood.

At this moment, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose from between the two armies, gradually approaching them.

"P5, do you have any images of the other party?" Lelouch sensed that something was wrong, so he called Yucheng, who was rushing to the front.

"I can't see clearly, there seems to be a small white spot in the smoke."

“P1？”

"Not sure, it's supposed to be a knightmare, but it's ······" The radar of the fan told him that the speed of the comer was beyond imagination.

A knightmare?

Elan's brow furrowed slightly. Judging from the smoke and dust on the ground in the distance, this is by no means a known effect that can be achieved by the body, the knightmare is a weapon that is known for its agility rather than speed, and its design is not aerodynamic at all, and if speed alone can cause such a momentum, then the opponent's body must reach an unappalling height of power and strength.

"It's a white knightmare! A model that has never been seen before! ”

In just a few seconds, the other party was already in front of the troops. Yucheng and Fan can already clearly see each other's bodies.

"Image!" Lelouch commanded briefly.

A small window popped out of everyone's monitors, revealing a white and gold knightmare that looked like a work of art. It's drawing an arc of trajectory as it rushes toward here. The dust erupted from its feet, forming a smoke screen more than ten meters high behind it.

"What's that?" Karene couldn't believe her eyes.

"I haven't seen it." Ilan shook his head. "There is no such model in the sixth-generation aircraft that Britannia is developing, so ······ The seventh generation? ”

Can't keep up with each other's movements at all!

Fan wanted to aim at the other party, but the other party was too fast, and he only felt the white body flash past him, and then his own body inexplicably activated the forced ejection.

In the air, he realized that his body's hands had been removed, and it was just a mistake!

"Yucheng, do you remember how to get out?" Ilan finally spoke.

"Huh?"

"You can pull that handle now."

"What are you talking about, kid! Lao Tzu is not, ah!!······"

Another flash of fire rose, and Yucheng's cockpit was also catapulted into the air.

"Attention all units, from now on I will be in command, repeat, from now on one qiē will be in command by F1." Ilan said as she glanced at Lelouch beside her.

"F1, you..." Lelouch couldn't react either.

"From now on, everyone, including the commander-in-chief, will obey my orders. If we hesitate, we'll all die here. ”

These rookies don't understand, and neither does Lelouch, they can only feel that the white guy is very powerful, and only Ilan understands what a perverted body strength he showed in the few blows just now.

This is no longer an opponent that can be defeated by strategically arranging crossfirepower or something, and the current situation is exactly the opposite of the battle just now. They became an army group, and the white knightmare played the role of Glasgow just now.

And that white plane definitely has the strength of "one against four".

Lelouch's big-picture view is now useless.

"Permission." It only took a moment for Lelouch to understand the relationship.

"Very well, now the wings are spread out, let the other side come to me, and all the units should not exchange fire with it."

Ilan twisted her neck and took a deep breath.

Thirty-five seconds of contact is expected.

Residual ammunition, 15 percent; energy remaining, twenty-one percent;

"Do you have a plan?" Karen looked at Elan, who was doing neck exercises, and felt very helpless.

"No, I don't even know how the other party's performance is, so I can't arrange a plan at all······"

"You want to go it alone? And that white guy? Just this Glasgow?! ”

"Or else?" Ilan smiled bitterly. "Is there any other way?"

“······ How sure are you? "Kalian's face was very ugly.

"Kill the other party's certainty? Hmmm..." Ilan thought for a moment. "There's still some hope for Sunderland, but this Glasgow is definitely out of play."

He smiled apologetically.

"I seem to have made the wrong decision······ I'm sorry. ”

Karen no longer had the strength to beat him anymore.

Seeing that everyone had no intention of engaging them, and did not deliberately bother them, the white knightmare swept its radar around, and then decisively locked on Glasgow directly in front of it. The mech's body leaned forward, and the surging momentum under its feet caused it to rush forward like a bullet out of the chamber.

Just as Ilan wanted to meet the other party, the pilot of the white body seemed to recognize the Glasgow.

Ilan raised his gun and waited for the other to come into range.

Left, right, left, right, etc., is this guy trying to humiliate himself? Such a change of direction in the rules is simply the behavior of a rookie. How could such a testing machine, which at first glance burned a lot of banknotes, be stuffed into it by a novice?

Anyway, give it a try.

Ilan fine-tuned the muzzle of the gun and aimed it at the opponent's next point of change of direction, silently calculating the time in his heart.

Now is the time!

In order to save the few ammunition left, Ilan fired only a short triple shot. But it was these three bullets that directly forced the white body to slam and leap into the air. That's a height that even fifth-generation aircraft can't reach, no, the output of this white machine is not comparable to any existing machine, it's like alien technology!

Ilan's eyes widened involuntarily, but not because of the white body's frantic performance.

What's going on today? Are all the idiots in the world concentrated in Shinjuku? Is this an idiot paty?

"Miss Karen."

He raised the muzzle of his gun and once again aimed it at the predicted high ground of the opposing party. Another three-shot shot, while maneuvering the Glasgow to quickly pan to the left.

"Now I feel a little sure."

As his words fell, a loud noise came from the air, and the white body was instantly enveloped in a huge firelight.