Although he was turned upside down by someone's crazy madness, as a hand-to-hand combat master and an intermediate first-level mecha master, the physical fitness of a certain air thief leader is absolutely good. He could even use the infrared optical remote observation instrument in the mecha head behind the Tang Warrior mecha to try his best to observe the situation behind and by Tang Lang's side.

hurriedly gave Tang Lang a hint: "At 8 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock,, they're going to fire!" ”

"Oops! Why are you hiding! ”

"If it weren't for Lao Tzu's back armor being thick enough, this shot would have pierced Lao Tzu!"

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I'm afraid no one knows, looking at the fierce face of the air thief leader, there will be a heart that loves to beep, and all kinds of palpitating chatters make the hob meat instantly find the feeling of a bosom friend.

"Oops! I think I can take this product as a little brother! You can talk nonsense with me when you're fine! The hob meat also began to beep in Tang Lang's mind.

Although the eldest grandson Xueqing knew that Shen Chengfeng's seemingly intrusive chatter was a little meaningless, in fact, what was hidden behind this was a tough and big heart unique to warriors. In fact, he was just relaxing the nerves of Tang Lang, who was obviously a little nervous, and the subtext behind it was, it really didn't work, leave Lao Tzu behind!

He was very successful, and at such a dangerous moment, the girl's face couldn't help but laugh. In his eyes, he shone with confidence.

The back of the man in front of her, who was engrossed in controlling the mecha, gave her unprecedented peace of mind, just like her father standing in front of her.

Tang Lang didn't hear any sound, not even the beep of the hob that could be connected to the brainwaves, and all his thoughts were focused on the mecha manipulation at the moment of escape.

Carrying the heavy load, the agility of the Chu warrior who was pressed down by several grades made him forced to brace his spirit, dodging and moving in the encirclement that the beast mecha was constantly perfecting, and rushed to the perimeter of the encirclement. As long as he is given the opportunity to fight in close combat, all the beast mechs he encounters are nothing more than dead souls under the ship-breaking gun.

But only if he survives the fire of the beast mech.

However, wishes are beautiful, but not every wish can be fulfilled.

Just when Tang Lang had spent a lot of energy and energy protection shield was already close to the edge of shattering, and finally approached about 300 meters of the encirclement, it seemed that in another 8 seconds at most, he would be able to make close contact with the beast mecha in front of him.

The bushes and miscellaneous trees were separated, and nearly ten melee combat mechs "Rumble" strode out.

No wonder the beast mechs knew that they were desperately trying to close the distance, but they still unswervingly narrowed the encirclement, it turned out that the second group of pursuers had caught up.

Tang Lang's forehead instantly sweated, and it was also the first time he had the urge to cry after arriving in this world. Is this going to kill him?

What he had to face now was the siege of nearly ten fighting mechs and more than ten long-range mechas, and he was the only one who was himself.

Oh no, and the Chu warriors who have been blown to pieces on their shoulders.

1.5vs20, how else to play? In particular, this is a completely masochistic battle, which is more desperate than the shameless hob meat in the data space.

The "Orion" mecha in the lead looked at the Tang warrior who was rushing towards him coldly, and pulled out the alloy knife on his back. As he moved, eight other mechs of different shapes also pulled out their various melee weapons.

Huge knives, guns, and axes flashed high-frequency ion beams that could not be blocked by the rain curtain in the increasingly heavy rain, and suddenly pointed forward.

Murderous!

In the face of such a might, the only choice for ordinary people is to turn around and leave, even if they will be shelled by more than ten ion cannons, it is much more likely to survive than being slashed by 9 mecha with exaggerated big knives and axes.

But obviously, even if you escape, you won't be able to escape for long. Not to mention that there is still a huge burden on his shoulders, even the best Tang warriors must make dodge moves under the threat of ion cannons, which will undoubtedly slow down the speed. If you lose enough mobility, the inevitable result will be to be caught up by these 9 melee mechs, and you will die.

It's just that it's a matter of dying early and dying late.

Therefore, at that moment, Tang Lang, who was sweating on his forehead, didn't think about it, and in the face of the bombardment of the artillery fire, Tang Wushi was like a dancing on the tip of a knife, flashing and moving, his speed did not weaken at all, and he brazenly met the blades raised by the 9 mechas, charging.

Don't cowardice, just do it! It doesn't matter who the opponent is. This is the answer given by Tang Lang.

If the mechs were really able to display human facial expressions with mechanical parts, as Hob Meat said, the expressions on the faces of the 9 melee mechs must be full of mockery. Even Chi Jian, the strongest mecha division on Rafi Star, has only reached the record of one against five in the battle, and there are many junior mecha divisions, and in order to avoid being hit by Shen Chengfeng and them, they followed the mecha detachment that arrived with the reconnaissance detachment this time, but it gathered the 9 most elite mecha divisions of the two air pirate gangs of Niero and Romande, and under the leadership of a mecha division who also reached the intermediate level, the most inferior was also the intermediate third-level mecha division.

With such strength, looking at the entire Lafite Star, who can resist it alone?

"Dog's day for reinforcements?" Although he couldn't see the situation ahead, Shen Chengfeng, who was extremely experienced in combat, also felt something wrong from the indomitable rush of the Tang Samurai Mecha.

Fortunately, the Chu warrior did not have the habit of installing a holographic video head on the back seat, otherwise this one would definitely condense all his doubts into a sentence "Grass!" ”

Eldest Sun Xueqing looked coldly at the 9 mecha that raised the blade, but her face was calm, she just gently retracted her little arm separating herself from Tang Lang's solid muscles, and wrapped it around Tang Lang's waist, just like an ordinary girl sitting in the back seat of a motorcycle, hugging the young man's waist.

She put aside the shyness of a girl, but it was just for Tang Lang to maximize her play.

The heart-warming softness is no longer blocked, but Tang Lang's face is unwavering, and his eyes burst out with unprecedented light. At this moment, he bears the lives of three people.

The hands that were moving back and forth at high speed on the keyboard buttons and joysticks were almost cramping, and the speed of the control hands had reached the 50 movements that Tang Lang had accidentally reached in training.

But that's not enough.

He must ensure the distribution of the center of gravity in the jumping and moving while carrying the Chu warriors, and must also ensure that when the attack distance is reached, he must occupy the most favorable terrain so that he can launch his first round of attacks, and at the same time, he must avoid being hit by artillery fire again, and he must ensure the distribution of the energy output of the mecha engine, which must be guaranteed。。。。。。

There are a lot of things that must be guaranteed, in the eyes of the air pirates, the mecha that was a little difficult in the artillery fire but still chose to carry its comrades at a speed of more than 80 yards, just like an ancient samurai, a samurai carrying wounded comrades, even if there were swords and guns on the other side, they still did not hesitate to launch a tragic charge.

Even if it is as ferocious as an air thief, at that moment, I can't help but feel admiration.

Just like the saying goes: A real beauty is in the eyes of the enemy, and it is also Xi Shi.

And a real hero, even if it is a devil, cannot help but praise.