These mecha warriors are the same age as those Tianjiao who have been secretly cultivated by the Tianxiang Clan. But the difference is that they were selected by selection, and before they became "knight" level mecha pilots, that is, just like the fat man, before becoming freelancers, they all came from the mecha units of various war zones. Participated in nearly 100 battles large and small.

Although they are not too old, they have all been washed away by war and baptized by a sea of blood. The soldiers, the fighting spirit, and the courage have all boiled out. It's not a weak rookie, although it hasn't grown up yet, but it's also an eagle that can fly in the sky. It has a pointed beak, sharp claws, and growing wings. You can catch fish, catch snakes, catch cows, catch wolves, have the courage to shake the eagle vultures head-on, and fight for survival.

The mecha they sat on were all gifts from their predecessors. The Galactic Alliance's technological background is not as good as that of the Roland Empire. On the bright side, hidden, all the "Jue" level mecha together, less than half of the total number of mecha of this grade in the Roland Empire.

Since receiving the official note, the Alliance has been hesitant, not because they are timid, timid, or selfish, but because they really can't piece together enough mechs. Like the Tianxiang clan, those warriors who were defending their homes and countries on another front could not move.

The war has never stopped, it is fought and bleeding all the time. It's just that many people can't see, and maybe they won't know, for the rest of their lives, that there is such a group of people who shed blood and sacrifice in unknown corners.

The bottom limit cannot be touched and cannot be moved.

In this way, it is even more stretched. As soon as the announcement of the Tianxiang Clan's dispatch came out, the faces of the alliance countries were even more crackled. They are also anxious and impatient. Being slapped in the face naked by a group of pussies can't wait any longer. Moreover, various rumors of fear of the enemy and fear of death have gradually spread among the people.

The hype of the media network, the analysis of the so-called experts on the rulers, and the discussion of the people have made the phenomenon of social instability looming. Under the ruthlessness, almost all the forces in the country were mobilized before these mecha could barely be gathered. And these mecha are basically donated by some veterans who have been retired for decades.

After decades of fighting in obscurity on another front, only a few have been able to get a good death, and although those heroes have passed away, most of the mechs have survived intact. Some were recycled by the state, while others became private collections. And this time, they were all taken out.

It can be said that for this mecha challenge, the alliance has really dug out its old roots. If all these mecha are defeated, the huge losses will not touch the root of the huge losses except for the larger countries and ethnic groups, and some small countries, small states and small tribes can be regarded as hurting their muscles and bones.

These young fighters selected by lottery are all the best among the younger generation, and they can be called elite.

They are young and vigorous, full of courage, and their indomitable momentum is extremely awe-inspiring. They are not afraid of death, but of losing their glory.

They do not represent individuals, but the countries and ethnic groups behind them.

They had sworn before they set out that they could die, but they could not lose. The dignity of the country, the face of the alliance, cannot be lost from them.

No matter who the opponent in front of you is, you will fight with all your might.

Some time ago, the freelancer was in an uproar among the people, and the streets were talking about it. Prestige is unrivaled for a while.

But no one knew who the freelancer was.

Today, the more than 300 warriors here who are piloting the "Jue" level mecha are all freelancers.

What the mysterious freelancer could do, they would be able to do. Even better than him, even better.

That kind of glory, they want to have.

Lieutenant Colonel Good, the commander of the transport ship in charge of transporting these fighters, had gray hair and was a little disheveled. The bronzed square face was covered with wrinkles. He was informal, and his originally straight school uniform was wrinkled by him, with an open neckline, sleeves rolled up, heavy hairy arms, and cigar cigarettes in his hands.

He turned out to be the captain of the transport ship "Ilgar Blue", which belonged to the 6th Mechanic Division of the Southeast Theater of Operations. Because of his rich experience, he completed dangerous transportation tasks many times, and was later transferred to the Logistics Support Bureau of the Theater Headquarters. Dedicated leadership and responsibility for special transport tasks.

And this time, the transportation task was personally assigned by the commander of the theater of operations, Admiral Kershville. He felt the great responsibility of the mission. So the people who called it were all his old subordinates. Almost all the personnel on board the "Ilgar Blue" were relocated as a whole.

Familiar old subordinates are handy with assignments. Often with a look, subordinates can understand. Not only does it save time, but it also saves you great efficiency.

The mechs outside were originally parked in the belly of the spaceship, but the long journey along the way was too boring.

At the beginning, the daring guy secretly opened the hatch and flew out only a dozen or so, and then more and more, and finally all of them flew out. Such behavior is tantamount to violating military rules. But Lieutenant Colonel Goode chose to connive. He understood that these young men were going to face an enemy that had never been more powerful than ever. How much he would survive in the end, he didn't even dare to think about it.

He was in charge of transporting them this time, which was tantamount to sending most of these young people to the point of no return step by step. No one could understand his mixed feelings. So just turn a blind eye and let them mess around.

……

In space, in the controlled airspace to which the Roland Empire belongs, a huge pitch-black ship is quietly suspended. The hull of the ship is more than 1,000 meters, which is two or three hundred meters longer than an ordinary "Thunder Shield"-class cruiser. The hull is not marked, it comes from a secret base.

Inside the cabin is a sprawling, modified giant space that has almost half of the ship's hull hollowed out.

Two hundred health pods are neatly arranged in the space, and the outside is clasped with a semi-circular transparent glass cover. There is a person lying in each wellness pod.

The men were all men, naked, wearing only a pair of white shorts. They range in age from 20 to 30. With the same body standard, the body is strong, and the muscles up and down the body are sharp and angular, and you can feel the power contained in the body.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was long, and the interval between one breath and one breath was more than ten seconds, completely out of the normal human realm. There are more than a dozen finger-thick transparent hoses stuck in his head, and green liquid flows from them. An electronic device next to the wellness pod records their detailed body data.

Dozens of staff wearing masks and white coats walked back and forth. Occasionally linger for a few minutes near one electronic device before moving on to the next. These staff members rarely communicate with each other verbally. Everything is progressing in silence and in an orderly manner. The working atmosphere is rigorous, but it also seems a little weird.

……

The fat man wanted to ask the bearded boss that day, oh, now it's called Uncle Lin.

The owner of the electronics store turned into a major general in the army, what is the story of this, the fat man once asked, but did not get an answer, the fat man could only shut up temporarily, suppressed his curiosity in his heart, found a can to seal it, and when he had the opportunity in the future, he poured it all out in one go.

However, this Uncle Lin is addicted to being an elder, not only as an elder, but also as a fat man's father. As soon as he looked at him, he kept a straight face, like Lao Tzu reprimanding his son, he didn't give him a good look, and he was much more severe than others.

The fat man's feeling is very strange and complicated, and he has both resistance and rejection of Uncle Lin's attitude, but also a little warm enjoyment. Enjoying being scolded and abused. Because he really felt the care of his father from Uncle Lin. The part of the regret caused by the lack of my father in my heart is being made up little by little.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he will really treat Uncle Lin as a father, but he enjoys this feeling very much, and the feeling of being touched in his heart.

That day, he wanted to ask Uncle Lin about something, but he was dealt with with "I'll see you in two days".

At the time, he didn't understand what he meant, but the next afternoon, he did.

The scene was quite shocking, with more than 300 mecha of different shapes and strange shapes falling from the sky.

The warriors of the Alliance have arrived!

This scene is very arrogant and very stylish.

But it also caused the hostility and dissatisfaction of the Tianxiang clan Tianjiao who settled in the base in advance.

The first comeder is greater. And this base was also built by the Tianxiang clan. They subconsciously think of themselves as their masters.

Why are you outsiders so arrogant?

As soon as these later warriors, mainly from the Earth Alliance, arrived at the base, they had a fierce conflict with the Tianjiao of the Tianxiang Clan. At first, it was sneering and sneering, and then it developed directly into large-scale scuffles.

The vast majority of them are young people, all of whom are arrogant and arrogant, and they cannot be provoked, let alone humiliated, and it is normal for them to fight if they disagree with each other.

But hundreds of people were in a mess, but no one came out to stop them.

What about the soldiers who are responsible for maintaining order? What about assistant instructors? What about the bearded major general who is the chief instructor of the base?

The fat man is watching the play from afar. Among all the team members, he was the only one watching the play. Not only did he not help anyone, but he also jumped to his feet and applauded with bright eyes, his face flushed, and his excitement was as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Several girls from the Tianxiang clan stood not far from the fat man, and they all cast disgusted eyes at him. The fat man replied with a more ferocious look. The Tianxiang clan produces beautiful women. The whole universe knows it. Although these girls are all good-looking, the fat man's eyes at this moment can only accommodate the eldest lady alone, and her heart is all occupied by her alone.

Other women, no matter how beautiful they are, are useless. He was dismissive. The main thing is that he doesn't dare to take care of it. Sister Meizi told him something. And the fat man analyzed a fatal message from those things.

Miss Mitori is a woman with a strong personality and no sand in her eyes.

Now, in the future, in terms of women, fat people must strictly control themselves. Be clean. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Alas, there was a sigh behind him. Without looking back, the fat man knew who it was, because the smell on her body was special. That kind of fragrance, he will never forget once he smells it.

"It's almost a pot of porridge, and the instructors won't come out to take care of it?"

The fat man slowly put his hand in his trouser pocket and sneered: "This kind of result is exactly what the instructors want to see." Soldiers, how can you do without blood? They are all proud of the sky, and they are in full swing, so if they don't let them collide fiercely, it will be even more difficult to manage in the future. Hey, our Uncle Lin, it's gloomy! ”