Without giving the fat man time to continue to be stunned, Lao Hei controlled the mecha to speed up. The strong air flow lifted the snow on the ground, and the snow droplets flew and scattered, and from a distance, it was white, and the mecha was half-hidden and half-hidden, looming in the wind and snow.

"Dr. Night's lab is where we're going now. Just look at it there, and take whatever you like. ”

"Really?" The fat man's eyes lit up, his heart was very excited, and he was looking forward to it.

Unexpectedly, Dr. Yeqi was actually a professional technician of the "Duke" back then, that is to say, Dr. Yeqi was his senior, and the two were peers. There is nothing more exciting than visiting the places where our predecessors worked in their early years. It doesn't matter if you get the things or not, the purpose of this time is to restore the "Duke" to the peak state of the year, and then go out and make a comeback and recreate the glory of the First Legion of the year.

At this time, an idea suddenly popped up in the fat man's heart, that is, to rebuild the First Army. As soon as this idea came to him, it was like a spark falling into a haystack, and his whole person exploded in an instant.

I don't know exactly what happened back then, so much so that the number of the First Legion was canceled, but since the mechanical legion on the Imperial side is still ...... In fact, he didn't know the specifics, and he didn't have a score in his heart, but from another point of view, if he had a group of such a strong army under his command, he would definitely not let them disappear, and he would have to keep it by all means. Even if the batch is no longer there, as long as the manufacturing method is mastered, those half-human and half-mechanical monsters can be manufactured in batches.

Person? The last thing the empire lacks is people. The Kaka clan is expensive and reluctant to toss, but there are dozens of vassal races below them. Lives? Joke, when did the royal family of the Roland Empire take human life seriously? In the midst of ethnic conflicts in the country, the suppression of rebellions often involves the killing of tens of thousands of people, and the slaughter of one city after another. Therefore, the fat man feels that the mechanical legion should also exist as a killer weapon of the imperial army.

Then, just in case, as the backbone of the resistance to the Mech Legion, the First Legion must return to the army. Otherwise, with the current strength of the Alliance Army, it would be difficult to withstand the impact of those monsters. When the catastrophic event happens, and the Alliance forces have no resistance, the end will really come!

The reconstruction of the First Corps would certainly touch the sensitive nerves of the upper echelons. It's not difficult to guess, if there is no cat in this, how can the first legion that made great contributions back then, resisted the mechanical legion, and fought on the front line? The number of a regiment has been abolished, and even the Supreme Staff Headquarters does not have this power.

According to the regulations, the report must be submitted to the Pan-Union Enlarged Military Council, and then approved by more than three marshals, approved by more than five first-class generals, and more than thirteen second-class generals, and finally a resolution report must be circulated to the whole army. It can be said that it is very difficult. Unless, the First Legion committed a felony that could not be pardoned, for example, betrayal.

If you have a chance to ask Lao Hei about this matter, he must have learned some secrets of the year.

But in any case, the First Army had to be rebuilt. Even if it is done secretly. The fat man didn't think it was whimsical at all. There are no absolute things in this world, as long as you dare to do it, there is hope.

Of course, for now, he does not have any conditions, and the only dozen or so soldiers under his command have been recruited and transferred, and he is now the commander of the light pole. The little lieutenant is only a temporary post, with a full title and no real power. No power, no position, no soldiers, no generals, no resources, no base, nothing, even the qualifications to start from scratch are not served, but he is not afraid. Thoughts don't go out, thoughts don't die, there is always a chance.

Thinking of this, he is more energetic, and he has goals and plans for the future. The purpose of his previous joining the army was to find Miss Mitori, find the ball, unlock the self-sealing system of the "Duke", and restore his main control function. But not anymore.

Miss Meitori is trustworthy, although they haven't known each other for a long time, and they haven't been together for as long as they have been with Yuyi, but, the fat man just thinks that Meitori is more trustworthy than Yuyi. There is no reason, no reason, if you have to say it, it is intuition, the intuition of men!

Who says intuition is a woman's patent? Men's intuition is sometimes more accurate and keen!

Other men don't, that's because they're too thin and don't have any flesh on their bodies, so of course they won't have this kind of plug-in skill.

Men's intuition is the patent of fat people!

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Tens of thousands of kilometers away from the mechanical planet of the Blue Star Base, there is a large transport ship that has no belonging and is rapidly advancing in submersible mode, and the target is the Blue Star Base.

The transport ship is nearly 1,000 meters long and has three floors. There are more than a dozen mecha parked on the ejection track at the lowest level, fully armed and in a state of readiness at any time, the body color is different, but the height is more than twenty meters, which is much larger than ordinary mechas. This is a special mecha for space warfare, and the shuttle-shaped mechanism suspended behind it is an auxiliary aircraft, which is shaped like a skateboard and equipped with auxiliary thrusters, which is extremely powerful. It is an indispensable and essential accessory for space warfare mechas. When in use, step on the feet of the mecha and fight with the mecha.

The second floor is the apron, where nearly 100 "X" fighters are parked. The shiny silver fuselage is the latest model of the Empire's "Thunder". At this time, hundreds of workers in white uniforms were busy in an orderly manner. The men all had a small trident emblem on the top of their left breast pocket.

In the dozens of rooms on the top floor, there are many shirtless or only vest-wearing men, some of them are in piles of three or five to play money and cards, some are lying on the bed listening to music and humming, and some are sweating profusely and doing push-ups. They are both fighter pilots and belong to the same flying squadron. In the other quieter rooms, there are mecha pilots. They were arrogant and disdainful of hanging out with those pilots. Of course, the fighter pilots can't look down on the dozen or so stinky guys who have their eyes above the top and drag them like 258,000. The two groups of people are clearly distinguished, each playing its own role.

In a spacious lounge, the decoration is magnificent, extravagant, even the sofa cushions are gold velvet, and there are three people sitting, with different expressions, each with an extraordinary temperament.

Sitting in the middle was an old man, in his sixties, rich-looking, gray-haired, somewhat bald, and wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. The small eyes behind the lenses are very bright, occasionally sly, and there is always a smile on the corner of his mouth, obviously an old and cunning man.

The man sitting on his left hand side, in his forties, with a broad forehead, a square face, neatly combed black hair, a majestic appearance, a majestic expression, and a very powerful expression, although this person was dressed in civilian clothes, but in him there was a clear military tough style, serious, unsmiling, sitting upright, and there was an invisible pressure around him. This is the momentum of the superior, if this person is really a soldier, he is definitely not an ordinary soldier, and it is estimated that the official position is not low.

The man standing behind the old man, looking at his appearance, was about forty years old, tall, with thick black hair, dressed in a light gray suit, his skin was very well maintained, with a faint lustre, and the emerald ring on his hand was very conspicuous, shining with dazzling brilliance in the light, and he was extravagant. This person is like a businessman, a successful businessman.

An old man who looks like a fox. A suspected military man in civilian clothes. A businessman who seems to be successful in his career. Such a combination appears on transport ships carrying mechs and warplanes, sneaky stealth mode. All this, no matter how you look at it, feels out of place, very weird and awkward.

However, their conversation with each other smoothed out the strange situation, and they were all for the same purpose.

The old man took a sip of red wine, but he just dipped his lower lip and made a look, but he didn't really drink it. He doesn't like this soft red wine, like a. He loves spirits, and the purer and stronger they are, the more he likes them. That kind of wine is the wine that men should drink, a sip of wine, hair all over the body, blood gushing, I feel that I can be the ten women at night, but unfortunately, there is no one on the ship. Mr. Xie Boming does not understand what the elderly think, want, and need!

"Elder Qi, please forgive me, your arrival was too sudden, so I didn't prepare the scorching sea of illusions, and when I return to the imperial capital, I will definitely prepare ten altars to be sent to your mansion." The merchant pressed his hand on the back of the sofa and leaned over the old man's side and apologized.

"Mr. Xie is polite. Wine is a thing that relaxes the muscles and invigorates the blood, but when you get older, it's better to drink less, but are you serious? The old man turned his head and said with a slightly nervous look.

The merchant straightened up and laughed, "Of course, no one dares to make you old!" In the aristocratic circle of the entire imperial capital, who doesn't know that you, Elder Qi, are the only spokesperson for His Royal Highness the Immortal King, and offending you is tantamount to offending His Royal Highness the Immortal King, that noble existence is an old immortal who is even more terrifying than His Majesty! ”

The old man crossed his fingers, put them in front of his abdomen, and said with a reserved smile: "Okay, Xie Boming, listen to what you mean, don't you say that I, Qi Suo, am swaggering outside in the name of an old immortal?" ”

"Haha, don't dare, I thank someone, but my words are sincere, every word is sincere!"

The dignified soldier frowned slightly, he was rigorous, rigid, and had always been averse to meaningless and boring conversations. The sharp gaze swept over the two of them who hooked up between their eyebrows and words, and their attitudes were disgustingly hypocritical, and a sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded, "Two, interrupt, I want to confirm something, is there really that thing in the Blue Star Base?" I am busy with military affairs, and I have been ordered to carry out this mission this time, and if this trip is empty, I think that the two of you will have to give me an explanation at that time. ”

"General Deran, please be uneasy. Mr. Xie Boming will definitely explain this matter to you, I am right, Mr. Xie? ”

The merchant walked around the couch and sat down in front of him, his fingers in the huge emerald ring tapping lightly on his upturned legs, and his expression was confident, "General Derean, my teacher, Dr. Night, I guess you haven't heard of it, have you?" ”

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the majestic soldier, and he said, "Mr. Xie is wrong, I not only know about Dr. Yeqi, but I also know that he was killed by you, an outcast who was expelled from the division!" ”