The fat man began to complain about his body shape again. If this were normal, maybe there would be a chance to get on the clothes of the Imperial Army soldiers, and it would be possible to get by. But he looked at himself and patted his belly, which looked like a six- or seven-month-old woman, and his thoughts could only die prematurely and hold back in his stomach. sighed secretly, alas, I have to think of another way.

As his ears moved, he heard a rustling sound in the woods in the distance. It's different from the movement of leaves and branches when they are swept by the wind. Sometimes it is big and sometimes it is small, and there are interruptions. It's people! Someone approached. Could it be the Imperial Army? They're searching here so quickly?

The fat man didn't dare to slack off, and he climbed the mecha's thigh with flexible movements, and returned to the cockpit in a few clicks. It's faster than riding on a lift platform.

The cockpit that popped out of the body retracted into the chest of the body, and the protective armor that was lifted was buckled, and Xunhu continued to maintain a squatting position, two mechanical arms stretched out, and the claws rotated and retracted into the wrist, turning into an energy cannon and extending out again. The spiral-shaped muzzle that recessed inward began to accumulate energy, and gradually lit up with a red glow.

The fat man zoomed in on the on-board radar, and when he saw the picture displayed on the screen, he was shocked. Then his eyes widened in disbelief.

It's them, how are they here?

Six people, the fat man knows and doesn't know. This sounds contradictory, but it is not.

Speaking of acquaintance, it was the fat man who recognized the clothes and weapons on their bodies. Standard Union Army Special Forces attire. In particular, the left arm also has an eagle's head emblem attached to it. They were the men of the 6th mechanic "Nighthawk".

He said he didn't know him, because he hadn't seen any of them. He had only been in the army for a few months, and so many things had happened in the meantime, and as a result, the ghost had made it to Burton. Not to mention the Sixth Division, it is the Eighth Regiment of the unit directly under him, and there are a few people he knows. The head of the regiment, who looked like a black bear, was more impressed.

But after all, he is a soldier of the Eighth Regiment, and he must know more about his unit. He is a new soldier, but even the dozen or so mechanics are older than him, take the little girl Xie Hui as an example, that is also a veteran with more than a year of military experience. From their mouths, the fat man knew a lot of things about the Eighth Regiment and even the Sixth Division.

"Nighthawk" is what they heard from their mouths. And he also knew that the "Nighthawk" only had the establishment of a company, but the company commander was a high-ranking company, with the rank of colonel, and every soldier in the company was a captain. In other words, any of the "Nighthawks" are at the same level as him Tang Xiaobao.

It has the title of elite among the elite, and it is the sharpest knife in the hands of the division commander, Major General Li Zihui. The Nighthawk will not be dispatched unless it is an extremely important mission. But now it's here. Impossible? Doesn't make sense?

The fat man even wondered if these "Nighthawk" soldiers would be faked by the Imperial Army?

But after thinking about it again, it seems unlikely.

Why? Because there's no need for that.

If the Imperial Army really did this, it would be purely pulling down IQ.

Take off your pants and fart, it's too much.

He has an obvious goal, as long as he is caught, it will be difficult to run. Tens of thousands of people rounded him up for one, which is equivalent to casting a net to catch fish. Pinch the handle.

Besides, knowing that he had a mecha in his hand, he still sent so many physical soldiers to send him to death?

More importantly, where did they get these standard Nighthawk gear? And the way the weapon is worn is also a secret that only insiders understand. For example, their self-defense pistols are not in the holster on the outside of the thigh, but hidden in the boot barrel. The tiger tooth dagger was not hung on the waist, but hidden in the sleeve and so on.

Based on these points alone, the fat man concluded that they were genuine, not fake.

With a few soft clicks, the energy cannon retracted and turned back into a mechanical claw. The fat man maneuvered the massive body to his feet.

As soon as he moved here, he was discovered by the other party, the target was too big, and it was difficult to see it.

Inevitably, there was a misunderstanding, causing the other party to go off, and the fat man shouted first and showed his identity.

Then he walked towards the men with heavy steps. More than a dozen trees around the bowl were broken. The dense forest, the large body, and the small space for movement can only show this violent gesture. Appears in a savage manner in front of the six who are on high alert.

Using the airborne radar to scan the surroundings, no abnormal situation was found within a radius of more than ten kilometers, and the fat bullet came out of the cockpit, got down from the mecha, and met everyone.

"Hello, I'm Tang Xiaobao." The fat man greeted them kindly. Xindao, you are old, it seems that the situation is not good!

It's not just bad, it's very bad.

They had an important mission on this trip, and it can be said that they had gone through a thousand difficulties and dangers, and finally parachuted into the mountains, only to find that the landing place had not been selected properly, and the Imperial army was everywhere. As soon as he landed, he was attacked. If it is just a regular army, although they are few in number, they have extremely high military quality and rich combat experience. No matter how large the number of opponents is, they are not afraid. Even if you can't fight, you still have a chance to retreat strategically.

There is no word for flight in the words of the soldiers, only a strategic retreat. But the tragic thing is that the other party still fucks a mecha, and the sound of artillery in the distance is obviously a tank. The dull-sounding sound of gunfire must have been an armored vehicle.

A fully equipped mechanized unit. No matter how high they are, they don't dare to fight with such an opponent. Along the way, he was chased like a rabbit and fled in embarrassment. Fortunately, jungle warfare was their strong point, and they were able to escape here by taking advantage of the favorable terrain in the forest to continuously set various traps to block the enemy's pursuit.

The physical exertion is extremely high, and it is difficult to completely recover in a few hours.

They couldn't figure out why they had just landed and were surrounded by the enemy. Could it be that the other party had already learned the news that they were coming, and had accurate information, so they had set up an encirclement in advance and waited for them to throw themselves into the net?

But the formation is too outrageous, right? If it weren't for the dense forest, they would have been blasted to slag by mechs, or torn to shreds.

When they first discovered the fat man's mecha, they were so frightened that they couldn't figure it out, why was there still one hidden here?

At that moment, they were really a little desperate. The human body has no resistance at all in front of a steel monster like a mecha.

Each of them held a grenade in his hand, and moved all the explosives and small high-energy explosives on his body to his chest, preparing to die with the enemy. Knowing this, he may not be able to hurt the other party in the slightest, but even if he wants to die, he must die bravely, and if he can't kill the steel monster on the opposite side, he will have to cut off a few leg hairs from it.

Unexpectedly, a fat man popped out of the mecha that ran in front of them. It doesn't seem to be very old, between teenagers and young adults. The slightly immature fat face is a little dusty, the eyes are not big, but the eyes are sharp, and the whole body exudes a fierce aura that only veterans have.

Hearing him report his name, the six "Nighthawk" warriors present understood why they were so unlucky. Feelings have become a pot brand, and they have been scraped by others. They looked at each other a few times, and then collectively looked at the fat man's eyes full of weirdness, and even revealed a trace of resentment.

That's right, the resentful eyes like a resentful woman. His eyes flashed, and his resentment was far-reaching and profound......

The fat man was stared at by several big men with this resentful gaze like a woman. The root of the tail twitched, and I couldn't help but snort. With a smile on his face, "A few old brothers, you guys are ......"

"Tang Xiaobao, hehe, celebrity! Since it's you, it's no wonder that people put out a big table for feasting and hospitality, fatty, let's talk about it, what did you do this time, poke out such a big hornet's nest. ”

The one who stood up was a captain, and his rank was two levels higher than that of the fat man. Wearing a black beret, he is tall, powerful and strong, with slightly dark skin, sharp eyes, and a fierce expression. The fat man was just about to raise his hand to salute, but was stopped by the other party impatiently.

The fat man smiled and said very casually: "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that one of their division commanders was killed......"

The fat man said it lightly, but several "Nighthawk" fighters listened to it straight-eyed. Division commander, that is also the lowest major general. Isn't that a big deal? The gaze at the fat man was even more weird. A few of them came over and walked around the fat man, reaching out and pinching him from time to time, as if to judge what kind of material this bold fat man was made of.

Unexpectedly, the fat man then exposed the fierce news, "I heard that the bullshit division is still a royal family, and that's it, no different from ordinary people, and he still slapped it into a meat slurry." ”

The audience gasped. The few who were groping around him didn't move, and froze there. They all looked at the fat man dumbfounded, and a big duck egg could be stuffed into his mouth. The "Nighthawk" warriors, who had always been flamboyant, bowed their heads and looked up to them.

It's no wonder that people were able to blow up the base of Fort Zuoqiao, where thousands of people were hoarding, on their own.

No wonder such a big battle is put on against you. killed someone's division commander, and he is still a royal family, it's just a naked slap in the face! If this doesn't crush your bones and scatter ashes, where will the face of the dignified Roland Empire go? Where is the face of the Imperial Army?

It's too fierce, it's too tough, it's too man!

This verifies the old saying, there is no vanity under fame!

The fat man in front of him, this recruit who has just joined the army for a few months, is a real cow! I can't guarantee that there will be no one coming later, but before him, there is definitely no recruit who can have such a strong record, and one person has created a record in the history of the Union Army.

Soldiers admire the strong, and they only obey the strong.

The "Nighthawk" warriors soon got into a fight with the fat man, calling him brothers.

From the conversation, the fat man learned about the mission of their trip. You don't need to hide it from a super fierce person like a fat man, maybe you need his help.

"Brother Lin, what did you say was the name of the girl you were looking for?"

"Feathers, Plantagenets, Feathers. The granddaughter of Admiral Minghan, the Supreme Commander of the Southwest Star Domain. ”

The fat man froze. This familiar name, this strange surname, the fat man believes that there is only one in the world.

Is it so coincidental?