Seven generations of Humanoid Mecha of the Kolo Federation [Fire Warriors]

Although this mecha is a humanoid mecha, its most prominent feature is its melee combat ability. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info This mecha is equipped with a giant energy knife on the back and two energy daggers on each leg. And the firepower of this mecha in medium and long-range combat is also very good. It has as many as four guns and two 30mm revolver guns, and the most terrifying thing is that this mech is also equipped with a 200mm caliber charged cannon.

The fat man rubbed his palms and jumped directly onto this [Fire Warrior]. After several operations, he found that the capabilities of this machine were relatively neutral, and it was simply too suitable for his own use. The fat man excitedly booked this [Fire Warrior] with Herbert.

Herbert smiled and didn't say much, just asked the fat man, "Don't you want to look at it anymore?" And he whispered to him, "There is the only eighth-generation mecha independently developed and manufactured by the Kolo Federation!" ”

Listening to Herbert's words, the fat man was surprised in his heart, and also had a higher level of assessment of the strength of the second division. He has never seen the eighth-generation mecha even if he is a fat man, and he has not even seen the eighth-generation mecha of the imperial army. The eighth-generation mecha can be regarded as the most advanced mecha in the entire star field.

One of the most important watersheds between the eighth-generation mecha and the previous seventh-generation mecha is the improvement of the energy shield. The energy shield of the eighth generation mecha can replenish its energy for a period of time after being damaged, while the energy shield of the sixth and seventh generation main combat mecha needs to be recharged by returning to the base.

Self-charging has undoubtedly greatly improved the survival rate of the 8th generation mecha on the battlefield, and if there is a mecha unit composed entirely of 8th generation mechs charging into battle, then all his enemies need to do is die with these mech demons. But countries that can equip eighth-generation mechs on such a large scale are only capable of those superpowers.

As for the ninth-generation mecha, it's just a legend, and no country can really produce it.

The fat man shook his head after thinking about it, and didn't even look at what the eighth-generation mecha looked like. For himself, [Warrior of Fire] is already the best for himself, and only the best for himself is the best.

Seeing that the fat man didn't have much interest in the eighth-generation mecha, Herbert scratched his bald head and smiled, "This eighth-generation mecha was developed and manufactured by the Kolo Federation, and there are many flaws in it, and it is much worse in performance than the eighth-generation mecha produced in other countries. So this [Fire Warrior] is indeed the wisest choice. ”

The division headquarters set the time for the operation at 12 a.m., and if the operation went well, the division headquarters would arrive at the pre-marked assembly site before dawn. So until the evening, the fat man had nothing to do.

Out of the mecha warehouse, the fat man went straight to the field hospital.

Before the operation, he also had to see how Selma and Qin Zimo were doing, after all, he had to act with the mecha group, and he could only feel more at ease by meeting the two of them before the operation.

The fat man took the car of the division headquarters to the field hospital, and from afar the fat man saw the soldiers and hospital personnel who were busy inside and outside the hospital. Everyone in the hospital was preparing for the transfer, and the fat man looked at his watch, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

After getting out of the car, several female nurses in the hospital saw the fat man and greeted him desperately, thinking that the fat man was in the hospital during the time when the staff mixed well, after all, more and more people began to look for him to roast local melons......

Pulling a familiar female nurse, the fat man asked, "Fiona, have you seen Qin Zimo and Selma?" The fat man knew that this female nurse named Fiona also liked to chat with Qin Zimo, so he naturally knew him.

Listening to the fat man's words, the expression on Fiona's face was a little strange, and she seemed to want to laugh but couldn't help laughing, "You go to the back of the hospital and have a look." Without saying anything more to the fat man, Fiona ran away as fast as she could.

"Behind the hospital?" The fat man was puzzled, and muttered in his mouth, "Could it be that I roasted the local melon?" ”

In an open space at the back of the hospital, there are no people passing by here, which is perfect for sneaking around and doing something, and it is not easy to be spotted, such as the fat man who chooses to roast a local melon here to eat. But the two people who are standing here now are in an awkward situation.

When the fat man came over, he happened to see Selma running towards the hospital as soon as he stomped his feet, while Qin Zimo stayed where he was. The fat man also saw that something was strange, and walked quickly to Qin Zimo's side and slapped him hard.

Qin Zimo, who was losing his mind, was taken aback by this beat, and when he turned around, he saw that it was the fat man, "You... What are you doing here? ”

"What are you doing here stupidly?" The fat man clasped his arms in his hands, "What are you calling my Selma sister out for, are you running away from her?" ”

"I... Where do I have it? Qin Zimo immediately denied the fat man's words, but he couldn't say a word for a long time about what happened just now.

"What the hell did you guys do just now, if you don't say me, you'll be bullying my sister!" The fat man waved his fist, looking like he wanted to educate Qin Zimo.

"Oh, I said it can't be done!" Qin Zimo sat on the ground very frustratedly, and said weakly with one hand on his head, "I just told Sister Selma that I want her to be my girlfriend." ”

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The fat man's jaw is about to fall.

Looking at the fat man's appearance, Qin Zimo shrugged his shoulders, "As you can see, Sister Selma ran away directly. ”

Who knew that the fat man kicked Qin Zimo, who was sitting on the ground, down, "You kid hasn't grown his hair yet, why are you trying to find a partner?!" The fat man's tone seemed to be very excited.

"Hey! Brother Li, you have to calm down! Qin Zimo dodged the fat man's attack, but how could he dodge, fortunately, the fat man's kick was not heavy, so he simply shrank and didn't move.

"I didn't expect you kid to really want to attack my sister, what's so great about the little white face!" The fat man was very resentful, "You are only a 17-year-old little hairy child, and you want to find your sister Selma as your girlfriend, she is 20 years old this year!" ”

"yes, I'm serious!" Qin Zimo also seemed to be scolded by the fat man, stood up and said angrily, "I just like Sister Selma, she is a good person, and my mother said that the female junior holds the gold brick, what's wrong with this!" ”

"Hehe, you kid is quite right." The fat man squatted down and immediately pulled Qin Zimo down, "Just now the division headquarters has issued an order to transfer, I think you also heard about it in the hospital." ”

Qin Zimo nodded, not knowing what the fat man was doing when he mentioned this.

"There is going to be a big battle tonight, how can you still be in the mood to talk to her about this at the critical moment when you don't know life and death?" The fat man pestled Qin Zimo, "Don't you kid know that you will wait until this battle is over?" ”

Qin Zimo listened to the fat man's words and was silent for a while before he whispered, "It's because today's battle is very important, so I don't know if I will.... I just want to say what I want to say now, so that I don't have any regrets. ”

Qin Zimo's appearance looked very lost, "Maybe it's too early to say this." Brother Li, please give this letter to Sister Selma, there are things written to her and to my mother. ”

"By the way, please help me apologize to Sister Thelma." After speaking, Qin Zimo bowed deeply, and left straight without waiting for the fat man to react.

Stepping on the remnant sun of dusk, a lonely back went farther and farther.

The fat man held the envelope in his hand, feeling that his thoughts were wrong, a person who had been on the battlefield and killed the enemy, and hovered on the line of life and death all day long, even if he was a 17-year-old student soldier, his mind was more mature and stronger than anyone imagined.

The battlefield is where people are most honed.