It is 9 to 2, and with the addition of Tang Lang, a new force, the resistance of the two ghost cutting mechas, who have lost all their fighting intentions, is no longer as fierce as before.

When Tang Lang shot under the cover of Shen Chengfeng and Yu Chijian, the cockpit of the ghost cut with slightly weaker combat power, Fukuhara Zhen turned around and ran, no longer regaining the elite majesty of the Jiepeng Royal Special Mecha Regiment.

But I have to say that the 9th generation mecha is indeed powerful, and the engine that consumes a lot of power to raise the energy shield can still provide the ghost cut mecha with a speed of more than 200 yards, which is beyond the reach of Qin warriors and Tang warriors.

But Fukuhara still despaired after all.

Although Yang Lin, who came out with a knife from 800 meters away, was not his opponent, how could he be an academician of the Academy of Sciences as a guard of the Secret Service Major? Even if it is placed on the battlefield, it is a good soldier who can fight with Captain Jeppen for a while. It couldn't be easier to drag him to this point, and the three masters on the battlefield came forward.

Captain Jeppen, whose real strength has not yet reached the intermediate level, is well paid enough, and is besieged by four Southwest Federation Intermediate Level 1 Mecha Divisions, which are currently the strongest on the Rafi planet.

Even the Ghost Cut Mecha, which controls the leading generation, is at a disadvantage in combat power, not to mention that he has no fighting spirit now, and he only wants to escape for his life, and his real combat power has barely exerted seventy percent. It didn't take long for the four people who joined forces to attack and I was beaten all over the body, if it weren't for Tang Lang wanting to try the majesty of the 9th generation mecha, he would have killed this on the spot.

Fukuhara Zhen, who was beaten extremely miserably, probably figured out the opponent's intentions, and touched his hand several times on the self-detonation button that had been popped up in the ghost cutting mecha, but retracted it several times.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to die only! What's more, it's not that our army doesn't work hard, but that there are too many opponents!

Tang Lang is naturally very clear about the opponent's psychology of "wanting to live but can't let go of the pride in his heart", not too tight but not persuading the opponent to surrender, from time to time with a broken ship gun in the ghost cut mecha breastplate that cares about one or the other, cutting a long gap.

Until Fukuhara Zhen, who finally made a decision, roared in despair: "Surrender, I surrender, please give me prisoner of war treatment!" ”

The four mechs stopped attacking in unison.

"Give you 20 seconds to get out of the cockpit!" Tang Lang ordered coldly.

"No! I will not surrender unless you swear in the name of your Chinese ancestors that you will give me the treatment of a prisoner of war. Fukuhara opened his helmet, his eyes reddened, and he roared.

"I, Tang Lang, swear in the name of all the ancestors of all the children surnamed Tang under this starry sky within a thousand years, and give Your Excellency the official treatment of prisoners of war." Tang Lang was silent for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice.

Shen Chengfeng glanced at Tang Lang, who had no expression on his face in the video, strangely, and stopped talking.

The Southwest Federation, which is more and more respectful of tradition, rarely uses its own ancestors of the same clan as a background board for its oath, and if it violates its oath, its reputation will not be so good.

What's more, it's a Jeppon person! In Shen Chengfeng's opinion, there is no need for this at all, the ghost cutting mecha is good, who knows what the Jiepeng people will set up in the brain? Anyway, if he hadn't checked it thoroughly, he Shen Chengfeng wouldn't have rushed into it.

To put it bluntly, Shen Chengfeng has no feelings for capturing such a Jiepeng person, if he can, the dead Jiepeng person is a good Jiepeng person.

After hearing the assurance from the mecha on the other side, Fukuhara Zhen's crazy eyes were relieved and he collapsed in the driver's seat. After a while, the button was pressed, the lights in the Ghost Cut mecha cabin went out, the engine was completely turned off, and at the same time, the belly armor slid to the sides, the driver's seat slid down, and the soft ramp poked out of the Ghost Cut's belly, and Captain Jeppen stepped out of the mech.

Tang Lang's eyes narrowed when he jumped out of the Tang warriors, thousands of years later, those little short-legged people still pay so much attention to details! In this regard, the Southwest Federation is undoubtedly rougher, and the mecha division has to climb up and down the mecha. However, that is obviously more practical, and there is a kung fu waiting for the gangway to pop out, and the person has already jumped into the mecha.

Besides, the mecha was originally for fighters, not a sissy.

"I, Fukuhara Mako, am the captain squad leader of the Jepeng Royal Special Mecha Regiment, and I hereby hand over the landline and gun, please keep your promise." Facing Tang Lang, who was still in battle, Captain Jeppen, who was wearing a combat uniform, glanced at the three mechs around him, strode over, lowered his head heavily, and handed his gun towards Tang Lang.

Tang Lang took the gun, glanced at Captain Jeppen who lowered his eyelids, and did not speak, but strode towards the ghost cut mecha.

He didn't see it, and a hint of fierceness flashed in Fukuhara's lowered eyelids.

"The 9th generation mecha! The first time I saw it that it could be used, I had to take a good look at it. Tang Lang circled around the ghost cut, and deliberately climbed the gangway, sticking his head into the belly of the mecha to take a look.

Captain Jeppen, who was hiding the fierceness in his eyes with his head down, didn't see it either. Tang Lang held his hand on the armor plate of the Ghost Cut, and a small smooth ball was thrown into the belly of the Ghost Cut mecha by him

How do you say that? Say that they have different dreams in the same bed or have different ghosts? Anyway, it's not appropriate, I can only say that these two are not good birds, and they are both thinking about how to kill each other.

Only the hob meat was still connected to the brain waves, chattering in Tang Lang's mind: "Out of breath, you just have a little bit of interest, a little spicy chicken is also worth rolling master, I risk being popcorn to help you find a bomb?" ”

"Oh, the little devil Jeppon is really uneasy and kind!" Within 20 seconds, the hob meat was screaming. "You have to thank Lao Tzu for the existence of this hanging, otherwise as long as your baby dares to come up, it will definitely be blown into popcorn!"

Hearing the hob meat say this, Tang Lang, who was wandering below, jumped straight into the belly of the machine, and the sinking seat rose to send Tang Lang to the control panel, and said in a deep voice: "Turn on, charge!" ”

Seeing that the ugly compound eyes of the Ghost Cutting Mecha began to faint blue light, Fukuhara Mazuki, who turned his head, had an almost uncontrollable smile on his face.

God, he's nervous again! Cold sweat slid down the foreheads of the three people who were not far away.

Regardless of whether they saw Captain Jeppen's face or not, they didn't have the courage to sit in the enemy's mecha so rashly and turn it on.

"Hey, your baby doesn't ask what the little devil is doing, how did I get it?" Seeing that all Tang Lang's mind was on the control panel of the ghost cutting mecha, he didn't give him a chance to pretend to be forced at all, so he couldn't help it.

"It's nothing more than the brain detecting that the genes of non-certified drivers don't match, and it will explode once it is turned on!" Tang Lang replied casually while trying to operate on the keyboard and joystick. "If you can't even figure out this little setting of primitive society, what are you talking to me about the super intelligent brain of the Yanyun Galaxy?"

"Looks like it makes sense." The white fat man simulated by hob meat touched his head on the big screen, and then asked very inquisitively: "What if I'm more scummy and haven't done it!" ”

"That's right, you activate some bullshit protection regulations again, and send Lao Tzu back." Tang Lang rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you've stolen a lot of energy now, and the balls are all green."

"I feel like you're cursing."

"That's because you're mentally unhealthy."

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While talking with the hob meat, Tang Lang's hand also slid over the control panel of the ghost cut mecha, although the ghost cut mecha was made by Jiepeng, but the control was similar to that of Tang Wushi.

Then, the ghost cut like that, and began to move, move, and twist his waist。。。。。。

Then, in the solidification of the eyes of several people, in the torrential rain has become a drizzling rain, a retro dance was danced.

Break dancing, that was Tang Lang's father danced to Tang Lang after a drunken time.

He said that he learned it from a comrade-in-arms from the capital on a rare sunny day, but before he finished the dance, his comrade-in-arms with a smile on his face in the warm sun fell under the cold gun shot from 300 meters away.

The sun is warm; Blood is also hot; Tears are hot. Only the heart is cold.

They say, bask in the sun, don't shoot. Tang Lang still remembers how his father cried like a child after dancing.

Captain Jeppen's face suddenly lifted up, as if he had seen a ghost.

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