Chapter 152: Start Being an Iron Pilot Today!
Naturally, Fisher could not have gone to the South Pole to find polar bears, in fact, Kate was no longer on Earth when he went to Africa to inspect.
"Sir, I'm not sure what a good idea this is!" Looking at the sleeping pod in front of him, the legion waved his hand.
"Don't grind, you're still not a robot!" Fisher shoved the legion in, and then adjusted the other party to a dormant state, and after confirming that the power of the hibernation pod was activated, Fisher took a few steps back, opened his right hand, and the psionic energy tore through the real space, and loaded the dormant pod into it.
In the past, Fisher was single-handed, although theoretically speaking, subspace can take people to wear together, but first, the level of the commandos under him is about the same as him, if he can't solve the problem, he can't solve it with the commando, and secondly, it's still a matter of secrecy, but now the 6 multi-purpose robots of the giant god, R15, synaptic combat robots and 12 main combat mechs and have completed the research and development, after officially joining the battle sequence, is there any better choice than an obedient and efficient robot army?
So Fisher emptied the factory for three months' output, stuffed nearly 4,000 robots of various models into his subspace, as well as supporting charging facilities and necessary maintenance facilities, and now stuffed the army responsible for commanding them, perfect!
As for how to get the legion, this process can be briefly divided into two sentences
Brother Fei, don't!
Shut up and let me be well!
Then the legion was taken by him to the thief ship.
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"The enemy broke through the hangar, and Area 56 was lost!"
Fisher, who opened his eyes again, suddenly got to his feet, and found himself lying in a pile of corpses, and at his hand, there was a tattered and strangely shaped helmet, and several blue lights on and off on the top of the helmet, and the helmet's channel was punctuated by muffled voices and gunfire in the background.
Fisher shook his head, which was a little dizzy from the crossing, and then stood up in a pool of blood, only to find himself in a hundred-meter-long corridor, along which the corpses of various shapes and the remains of robots were paved to the end.
"Am I going straight to the battlefield?" Picking up a retro-looking calf-style rifle from the ground, Fisher removed the magazine, confirmed that there were bullets inside, and then carried the gun on his back.
"So, where am I?" After casually touching a few more of the same magazines, and carrying a few things that looked like grenades, Fisher walked towards the other end of the corridor, where bursts of gunfire could be faintly heard.
"My goodness, this is out of the earth again!" As soon as Fisher walked out of the corridor, he saw a small round window in front of him, but outside this window was not the blue sky or the sea, but a bright galaxy shining brightly, which meant that he should be on a spaceship or space station in outer space now!
"Stampede......" Just as Fisher was staring at the starry sky outside, trying to find a star that resembled the Earth or the Sun, there was another rush of footsteps from the intertwined square corridors outside the corridor.
"Who?" Seeing Fisher's figure, the four or five armed soldiers who had just emerged from the corridor immediately raised their weapons.
Fisher raised his weapon just as quickly, and with his telekinesis, he released the shield in front of him.
"It's our pilot, don't fire!!" The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief when they noticed the helmet around Fisher's waist and the tactical vest he had taken from the dead man.
"Sir, finally see your allies!"
"Uh, what's going on now? Soldier! Looking at the frightened soldiers in front of him, but regaining his composure after seeing him, Fisher could only try to be as vague as possible, so as not to show any feet.
"Those damn armies are storming the power compartment, their boarding force is moving so fast that the brethren are all divided! We were scattered in the hangar and evacuated all the way here! "One soldier lowered his comrade against the wall because of his injured legs, and then lowered a blast gate in the corridor where they came, and raised his gun to destroy the control panel.
"So, I just woke up, my head is still foggy, where are we going next?"
"Awake?" The soldier who spoke looked at the helmet on Fisher's waist differently, and found that a large piece had been torn open on it, revealing wires and linings, coupled with Fisher's slightly stiff posture, the soldier naturally made up a picture of a bloody head injury to the ground and unconscious.
"You're the commander, you're in charge, we were going to join up with our allies on the bridge or somewhere else! But for now, we listen to you, sir! ”
"Uh......" found that these soldiers were all looking at him with admiration, and Fisher couldn't help but look at the helmet on his waist, the iron pilot, this word is so familiar, isn't it?
Fisher's dusty memories for many years resurfaced, and strange things such as chickens and flying bosses popped up.
"Titan's Fall!" Fisher, who finally remembered what kind of worldview this was, carefully looked at the armbands of the soldiers in dark green uniforms, which should be the rebels in the border star sector.
"Since you listen to me, let's go to the power cabin between us, if the enemy takes the power cabin, this ship and we will be finished!" After thinking carefully about what the real pilots should do, Fisher offered his opinion.
"Worthy of an iron pilot! Awesome, alas, I saw the crux of the problem at a glance! ”
"This captain is Xun! It's just going to make us go blind! ”
Several soldiers nodded yes when they heard Fisher's analysis, and even the soldier they called the captain nodded.
"So that's why I can only be a rifleman! Check the ammo equipment as a whole! We're ready, Pilot! ”
"Uh, well, what's your name?" Fisher wanted the other party to lead the way, but found that he didn't seem to have asked for the person's name.
"Private Tom Holland, sir, captain of the 3rd Riflemen Squad!"
"Okay private, you lead the way, I'm right behind you! Others are in charge of the back of the guard, and report the situation at any time! Fisher quietly threw away the small drone he was carrying, after all, he was not very familiar with the environment, and he could not fully trust these rebels, so it was always right to keep an eye on them! As for the Legion, it can only find another opportunity to release it.
"Sir, go this way!"
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