The fat man is indeed on the run.

Even if he thinks he is a legendary fat man, he can only run away under the pursuit of thousands of mechas.

"It's a mess!" The fat man burst into tears and cried so hard that he went limp.

He had completed the almost impossible task of sniping Stephen. The danger that came along the way had already made him lose the heart to continue staying.

As long as he remembered that shot, the fat man was afraid. In fact, he was embarrassed to pee while hiding in the mud. Half of it is suffocated, and the other half is scared. At that time, the patrol team was only fifteen meters away from him.

Fifteen meters, that's almost no distance! That's right under the nose! The fat man still doesn't understand why he fired that shot, why he was so stupid!

Could it be that this is self-aggrandizing after having a little strength? The fat man wants to pump his two big mouths, which is simply an unforgivable mistake!

Even if your hand speed is more than seventy, even if your physical strength is better than before, your speed is faster. No matter how powerful you are, can you kill a division?

The fat man felt that he had to deeply examine his changes in thinking.

He warned himself not to do such things in the future. Be low-key and nest to live longer. The killing of Stephen this time must also be kept secret. Otherwise, let everyone else know, and next time I say to myself, fatty, go and assassinate Sobol, then why don't you pee your pants on the spot?

The past is gone, and Stephen is dead. The days to come should be better.

It's a chain of cause and effect. Without Stephen, as long as Fei Yang's armored division is not too bad, it can be taken down by adding mistakes.

The battle was ultimately lost, and the Stephen Group had absolutely no way to stop the overwhelming expeditionary force. The collapse is irreversible.

And the Independence Army. Under the leadership of two old foxes who know the nobility well, they can change the banner of democracy or the great prince George, and coerce and lure the nobles who are attached to Stephen's hands to coerce and divide them.

The eastward advance of Desik's armored forces also lost its significance. Hold Plisk. Hugging with the Reinhardt Group is their best bet. If you insist on going east. The result was a meeting with six elite Phiyan Panzer Divisions.

The 19th Division was relieved, and the Battle of Mozic was won. The free front has a broader space for development, and the fat man has no responsibility.

Thinking of this, the fat man felt that at this time, he had retired to the old man and returned to his hometown. It's the pinnacle of life.

When he killed the two patrolmen who came to the door and grabbed the mecha, Fat Mandi really thought so. At that time, his greatest wish. Just get out of this hellish place quickly. Go back and fool around with Bonnie or Nia with a good face, and see if there is a chance to take advantage of it and make up for the trauma in her heart.

Pity. Everything was after the damn communication channel gave the order to close the team. I began to embark on a different path from my ideals. The rest of the patrol rushed over in a hurry, shouting and calling for a return to the base. The fat man was scared out of cold sweat. If it weren't for the quick action, sink the two corpses into the mud. Almost exposed, sound

Ventriloquism, again played a role. After pretending to be Allen, he pretended to look for the traces of the sergeant with everyone for a long time. The fat man finally got the identification in the communication channel. Then he used the sergeant's voice to declare that there was something else important. Everyone returned to the base happily.

The base has been a mess. Everyone is worried. It was as if the sky was about to fall. Search for a party. Transport convoys, patrols in and out. As soon as the fat man entered the base. I couldn't be happier. Such a situation. For him slipped away quietly. It couldn't be more profitable.

Finally found an excuse to overhaul the mech, and separated from a few patrolmen. Under the watchful eyes of the patrol soldiers, the fat man drove the mecha to the maintenance workshop of the logistics department in a pretended manner.

When passing by the field. Things are starting to get out of control.

More than 6,000 combat mechs, thousands of vehicles of various types, and hundreds of logistics mechs of the 39th Division were densely lined up in a phalanx, gathering in a huge arena to listen to the speech of an aristocratic old man.

This aristocratic old man, the fat man, is known. He was Uncle Stephen, the most powerful nobleman in the Gachalin Empire. Grand Duke Victor.

Seeing that Stephen was dead, this Victor could still gather the 39th Division for mobilization, and the fat man was a little unhappy. Later, when he heard Victor's words again, the fat man became even more angry.

Victor said: "Prince Stephen is not dead, and his life is not in danger, but he was injured a little, and now he is being treated...... "Next, it is a situation analysis and words of encouragement.

Later, the fat man didn't listen to it...... His mind was full of Victor's anger at lying to his face. He felt that the fruits of his labor had been shamelessly tampered with. After spending so much effort and risking so much risk, the achievements were wiped out by the old man's fluttering words, and the fat man was so wronged that tears flowed out.

Who knows, Victor's later words are even more vicious. From every loudspeaker at the base, he angrily denounced the despicable deeds of the assassin and declared that the assassin would become the public enemy of the royal family, the nobles of Gacharin, and the entire Vibo clan.

He waved his arms and swore that no matter the ends of the earth, he would catch this despicable assassin and make him pay the heaviest price! He also promised a heavy reward that made the fat man himself want to hand him over. and claimed that a foundation had been established with the bounty money. 75，******

This foundation with an international background means that even if Gachalin is destroyed and the Howard family disappears, a never-ending hunt order will be executed in the days to come!

The frightened fat man couldn't bear it anymore, and he was both aggrieved and sad. Thinking of the sadness, anger rose from the heart for a while, and evil was born to the side of the gall.

He gritted his teeth and steered the mecha at a hand speed of seventy movements per second to rush past two hundred meters away, and stepped on Duke Victor, who was hanging over the river. The huge mechanical paws of the more than 20-ton "Holy Sword" Type 18 mecha suddenly trampled Victor into a ball of flesh and blood.

Immediately, the fat man pulled his legs and ran!

This can be called the most rampant public murder in human history, and every soldier, officer, general, nobleman, and other person present at the scene was stunned and their scalps tingled. A commander who was giving a public speech in front of thousands of mechs was trampled to death like a mouse by a mecha that suddenly jumped over.

By the time everyone came back to their senses after looking at the puddle of flesh and blood on the stage, the fat man had already arrived at the gate of the base. The brief loss of consciousness of the mechs, as well as the non-combat state of all the mechs, gave the fat man time to escape. However, the sentry mecha at the door, as well as the unfamiliarity with the path, shortened this time.

Therefore, in the subsequent escape all the way, hundreds of high-level mecha warriors of the 39th Division, who had gone crazy, chased after the fat man.

For the Howard family, there was no way to continue the campaign. The duke's son, Ritter, issued an order to hunt down with all his might. All the garrisons of the entire Clijsters Army Base, as well as all the armed forces in the direction of the fat man's escape, joined in this unprecedented siege and interception. 7% sound, so, in the Skynet monitoring of the 19th Division, there was a picture that made people collapse. The fat man drove the mecha in front of the wolf, and fled frantically. Hundreds of mechs in the back persevered in pursuit. Behind them, thousands of mecha poured over the mountains. In front and to the left and right, countless infantry and armored units abandoned their positions and swarmed under the unified command of the command.

These are not fatal for a fat man whose hand speed has reached seventy-three movements. After all, his speed was much higher than that of his pursuers, and the eastern mountains, jungles, and hills had too much space for him to flee for his life. Even if Ritter exerts all his strength, there is no way to take this fast-running mecha for a while.

The biggest blow to the fat man came on his small negligence. This mecha, after all, belongs to the Stephen Group. Although the fat man used Allen's identity to obtain and tamper with the mecha control system. However, he didn't know that this mech also had an internal monitoring system.

When hundreds of electronic mecha monitored and communicated with the "Holy Sword" 18 piloted by the fat man at the same time, the fat man was still ignorant of this, until Ritter's voice appeared in his ears, he found that the image of his own piloting mecha appeared in the enemy's command system that he invaded!

Ritter said, "It turned out to be you!! ”

After the fat man reacted, he immediately sucked his mouth into a cherry mouth, and said urgently into his eyes: "It's not me!" Sound

Such a distinction is naturally ineffective. His face has been exposed in broad daylight. This made the fat man extremely sad and angry. After finding out the camera of the internal control system and smashing it, the fat man cried.

I can't live this day.