For the task temporarily assigned by Shangfeng this time, he originally had some thoughts in his heart.

thinks that it is overkill, to paraphrase a common saying, it is to kill chickens with a knife. But the order had been given, and he had to obey it.

It took a day to lead the mecha regiment from the Western Hemisphere to nearly 100 large transport planes.

But after watching that video over and over again, he didn't think about it that way anymore and thought it was worth it!

If you want to deal with such a master, it is useless to rely on the number of mechas. Too many people will be a burden, just give people to the other party to kill.

He must be defeated head-on, and he must be overpowered and defeated with great strength.

Ragdis didn't think he would lose, he was absolutely confident in his quality. And he firmly believes that in just another one or two years, his strength will reach a higher level. Become a mecha warrior with the title of "Jue". He has longed for that pure mecha world for a long time, and only when he is recognized in that world can he be regarded as a real powerhouse, a master on the battlefield, like his teacher and brothers.

He needs to fight with the masters, and only by fighting the masters face-to-face can he improve his mecha operation level.

During the search for Nameless Mountain, although he did not show it on the outside, he was actually very anxious on the inside.

The fat man was too slippery, and his behavior was subordinate, mean, cunning and insidious. Actually laid a deceit mine in the cockpit of the abandoned mecha.

He was thrilled to receive the information from Verenguel. He immediately ordered to withdraw from the Nameless Mountain, and without resting or resting, he went directly to the area mentioned in the information of Virengel.

He had looked at the map, and the area was all plains, and there was no hiding place within a radius of more than ten kilometers. This time, he couldn't run!

Ragdis was now fully looking forward to a showdown with his opponent, but he ignored one fact. When the other party fled into the Nameless Mountain, he was driving a "Swift Tiger" that he had snatched, and that mecha had been abandoned and damaged.

The opponent is now unarmed, how can he fight him?

……

The medium-sized transport ship "Ilgarlan" has been cruising around the Burton shuttle in space for more than two hours, turning on stealth mode. This mode is very energy-consuming, and under normal circumstances, no transport ship would use this stupid sailing mode, but they can't help it, and now they have to do it as a last resort. Because there is an important transport task in the body.

And the order was still issued in two layers, one from Major General Li Zihui, the sixth mechanic. In addition, the one came from a higher level, and it was actually directly issued by the Supreme Command of the Southeast Theater. This is very rare. You must know that the theater command can bypass the intermediate departments and directly issue orders to the logistics departments of each division, unless it is at a critical juncture in the war.

"Ilgar Blue" is one of the most experienced transport ships of the Logistics Department of the 6th Mechanic Division. The captain, Lieutenant Commander Good, is also a veteran captain. Originally, it was not his turn to go into battle in person for this transportation mission, but because this order was really extraordinary, Colonel Adams, who was in charge of the logistics department, directly approached him and pointed out that he would personally take command of this extremely special transportation mission.

Goode, now in his fifties, looks much older than he really is. His forehead was covered with ravines of different shades, his hair was gray, and only his eyes were still bright. Sitting on the command seat of the bridge with an open neckline, the cigar cigarette in his hand has never been broken, one after another. The entire command room was filled with the rich, choking smell of tobacco.

The dozen or so staff members in blue uniforms in the command room have long been accustomed to this situation. If you can't smell the Lieutenant Colonel's cigar one day in the future, the nasal mucosa and lung cavity may still be unable to help but think about it! It's just that today's flavor is too strong, and it's one thing to like the smoke of a cigar, but it's another thing to choke people. I can't bear it with my eyes!

But everyone was enduring it, because they all knew that the lieutenant colonel at this time was not more addicted to smoking than usual, but was anxious.

He had to be responsible for the safety of the lives of nearly 100 people on the ship, and he had to be responsible for this transportation mission. Especially this mission, since the high command of the theater has directly ordered it, although they can't understand the mystery of it, its importance is self-evident.

Just turned on the stealth mode and plunged headlong into the enemy's hinterland, and the surrounding enemy fleet could be seen vaguely with the naked eye alone. Although they are separated by dozens of kilometers, this distance is almost negligible in space warfare. The radar has been kept in a state of extreme silence for a single contact. Like a swimming fish mixed in with a school of sharks, he is waiting for news from Burton Star at the risk of being discovered and destroyed by the enemy at any time.

On the ejection track of the transport ship stood a mecha with a pitch-black body and a rugged appearance, and it was impossible to tell the specific model or style, but it gave people a rather strong feeling. The robotic arms buckled to various parts of the body are in a state of detachment at any time, and the energy of all related systems has reached a critical point. As soon as news comes, it will be projected immediately.

Sizzle! A very subtle prompt suddenly sounded, the green light flashed, and there was news! A set of numbers appears on the computer screen in front of the observer.

"Captain, received the bearing coordinates!" The observer was excited. Everyone was excited. Lieutenant Colonel Goode extinguished the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray full of cigarette butts next to him, and ordered in a deep voice, "Activate the camouflage system, shoot simulated particle images, and confuse the battlefield space within a radius of ten kilometers around." Launch the gift! ”

……

The fat man was dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost, staring at Amu who was standing in front of him stupidly.

The surrounding "Nighthawk" warriors were also puzzled by the two monks. What's going on? To fight or not to fight? You've been there for more than ten minutes, standing still? It's almost dawn, huh?

The fat man suddenly came back to his senses, as if he had had a big dream, waved his hand, and asked Lin Fan to lead the "Nighthawk" warriors to continue. He hurriedly dragged Amu to the side and squatted down to speak.

"You repeat it to me."

"But company commander, have you heard it four times? Still going to repeat? ”

"Repeat! I like, what's the matter, no? "The fat man's fleshy face now looks like a pig-killer, with evil deeds, staring eyes and baring teeth, blushing face and thick neck, feeling like he wants to eat people.

"Okay, you are the company commander, listen to you, listen to you." Amu was so frightened that he trembled. Repeating what has been said four times, this is now the fifth time. The excitement of ten minutes ago has long been gone, and now there is only an expression on his face as if he was endorsing, and his mouth is "snapping......

Finally, he took a breath and felt very difficult to spit out five words, "...... Please pay attention to the reception! ”

After finishing speaking, he watched the fat company commander enter the state of "idiot" with a sluggish expression again, and said cautiously: "That company commander, those girls in the back are still very unsafe, I'd better go back to protect them, right?" ”

The fat man waved his hand, and Amu ran away as if there was a dog chasing him behind him.

The fat man sat on the ground with his ass slammed, his eyes were dilated, there was no focus, and he muttered in his mouth, "Sent my baby, okay!" But since we've contacted us and know where we are, why don't you want to send someone over? Don't send someone, and give you a notice in advance about the next step of action? It's just such a vague one-sided notice and it's over? Is this a war or a playhouse? Lonely geese, mom doesn't want us anymore, and we can only rely on ourselves to find land to plank and eat in the future! Otherwise, they will break up their mothers and go back to their own homes to find their own mothers...... Alas! ”

The fat man curled up on his legs, clasped his hands together, and rested his chin on his knees. At this moment, he didn't feel that his stomach was stiff.

He couldn't figure out what kind of song these people were singing.

Inexplicably, the "Iron and Blood Duke" was put over. With this big killer weapon in hand, he can kill the entire Burton Star without fear! Just like Changshan Zhao Zilong in ancient Chinese historical novels, he became a lonely hero who shocked Cao Ying!

But the problem is that this is not a question of being invincible, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible for him to recover Burton Star alone. What's more, there is a mighty space fleet in outer space. No matter how good the "Iron and Blood Duke" is, no matter how powerful his own operation skills are, he can't stop the concentrated bombardment of the main guns of more than a dozen starships.

It's the things you don't understand that are the most terrifying. Because there are so many possibilities, it can get out of control.

And the autonomy is not in your own hands, this is the most important thing!

The fat man suddenly had a bad feeling of being led by the nose. He had this feeling before, and it was the time when he was inexplicably sent here. But this time it felt worse than the last time, and it made him feel cold down his spine.

Wailing, let go of the legs he was holding and turned to support the fleshy fat face, hanging his head in frustration, the fat man let out a long sigh again, "This is to play me to death......"

There was a rustling sound in the back, and there were many people coming. But the fat man was still immersed in a long sigh and did not look back.

Even if you don't look back, you will know who is coming. The time is not long, the footsteps are steady, and the rustling sound made by scraping the blades of grass is not chaotic. It turned out that there were no Imperial troops in the factory. The place where the lights are lit is either the husband who stays behind or the homeless wanderer. He leaned more towards the former speculation.

Really. People are smart, but they can't help it, just guess accurately.

"This is Uncle Brown and a few of his co-workers, all of whom used to work at the factory. After the factory was abandoned, he was reluctant to leave, so he directly regarded this place as his home. Have been living for more than two years. ”

There are outsiders, and the fat man who respects the old can't be polite, so he stands up and pats the dirt on his buttocks. Turn your head and smile at each other.

"Hello guys, I'm sorry to bother you at this point!" The fat man arched his hand in a worldly manner, and his attitude was very polite.

Wearing a narrow-brimmed hat and a long white beard under his chin, Brown is nearly sixty years old, with a hunched back and thick joints between the palms and fingers. ”

The fat man smiled and greeted, but Brown and the old men behind him who were about his age all trembled and bowed their heads.