Jeppen's army, slowly gathering together, withdrew to the base.

In the basin shrouded in gunsmoke, only craters, wreckage and corpses were left on the ground, and the raging flames told the fierceness of the battle.

Hundreds of thousands of Chackner soldiers, standing in a scorched position, silent.

The sun shines on these men who are walking on the edge of life and death, passing through the rain of bullets, on the guns, on the mecha, there is a bright sunshine.

The cold wind of early winter blows endless gunsmoke. In the valley, it seems that the sound of cannons still echoes. At the end of the nose, it seems that you can still smell the burnt smell of thick smoke. But the battle is over.

Everyone quietly watched the picture in front of them.

The sky is turbulent and unpredictable. A Chakner red and blue military flag, hunting and fluttering on the position. Under the military flag, the woman, wept in the solid and broad chest of the man.

The man was crying too. Tears and tears poured out.

"Baby, it's okay...... Don't pinch your waist. ”

"What?! You let the little fart hold the entire armored battalion alone?! ”

In the temporarily vacated room in the bunker of the headquarters at the rear of the position, Boswell was furious, looking for sticks all over the world and couldn't find them, so he grabbed a gun by the wall.

The fat man's soul was scattered, jumping up and down, and he shook his hand busily and said, "Teacher, don't be impulsive." ”

Boswell fiddled with his gun and raised an eyebrow.

"You old man, think about it, his body was made by your own hands," Seeing that the old man's eyes were not good, the fat man piled up a face of flattery: "Just with those things you gave him, how many people in this world can hurt him?" Besides, he already has an electronic system, and if he wants to come back, he wants to leave the mountainous area and drill into Jeppen's Skynet system, who can find him? ”

As he spoke, the fat man poked Milan, who was covering his mouth with his fingers: "Senior sister, you said yes?!" ”

Milan is lively and cheerful on the outside, and his temperament is also strong, but in his bones, he is actually extremely supple. For her, being fat is her whole world. Seeing him honestly standing to the side, his eyelids drooping, and looking at himself pitifully, he was amused and distressed. Clean stepped forward and grabbed Boswell's arm, and said coquettishly: "Teacher, he can't help it, it's so dangerous behind enemy lines......"

As soon as the words came out, Milan's eyes turned red without warning.

I am always worried and afraid of fat people, and I don't know how long it will take to live like this. If he really has three longs and two shorts, he won't want to live.

"It's not promising, you marry a chicken and follow the chicken...... Boswell's first love in his life is Milan, looking at Milan like this, he can't help but stare at the fat man who almost wags his tail on the side: "Marry a pig and follow a pig!" ”

The fat man had a smile on his face, and he was a little disappreciative in his heart.

These accounts have to be counted on the little kids. In the future, I will see him pretending to be innocent and cute, flattering and behaving with clever words, and then beat him first! Look at the old man who is fascinated......

For the old man, it is a priceless treasure, and for the fat man, it is a rabbit cub! I've been holding it in the mountains for more than 4 years, and I've suffocated it!

When he thought of the innocence of the little kid in front of Boswell, the grandfather screamed the old man with a smile, and from time to time pinched the old man's face and pulled his ears to be coquettish, and the fat man felt goosebumps all over his body.

"You hurry up and rest...... I'll get down to business with you when I wake up. Boswell always ranked the fat man third, and he was distressed, but he had a straight face on the surface. As he spoke, he walked towards the hole in the bunker: "I'll wait for the little fart to come back." ”

Boswell went out and closed the blast cover.

In the dimly lit room, only the fat man and Milan were left.

"Baby......" fat dolphin sound.

Milan sneered, pounced on the fat man, and said coquettishly: "Dead fat man, you scream so disgusting again, I ......"

"How are you?" The fat man kept writhing in his arms, and Milan, who was not at peace for a moment, only felt peace and joy.

"I ......" Milan glanced at the fat man with big watery eyes charmingly, stretched out his hand, and a touch of crimson suddenly flew on his face, gritting his teeth and saying: "I castrated you......"

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After all, he was too tired, and the fat man had not had time to live his addiction to Milan, and he had already fallen asleep. In a daze, and I don't know how long I slept, the fat man suddenly woke up in a dream and opened his eyes.

When he woke up, he found himself resting on Milan's lap, a pair of soft hands, gently combing his hair.

The heart that was beating violently gradually calmed down. The body is lazy and does not want to move at all. The fat man felt that the shell that had been congealed by the fire of war and blood had been completely stripped away at this moment. I seem to have returned to the original, back to the timid fat man who had no ambition and waited for death all day long in the peaceful era.

How long have you been losing this feeling? It seems that this is the real self.

"Awake?"

Milan's hand, gently caressing his face. The delicate and delicate fingers bring up a string of crispy and itchy on the skin.

"Hmm."

The fat man likes this kind of dialogue without nutrition, which makes his mind quiet and empty, no war, no racking his brains to survive, no blood and killing, only life......

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours." Milan bent down, put her arms around his head, and gently wiped his unstretched brow with her fingers in distress.

The fat man smacked his lips, sighed, and sat up.

Looking at this cramped underground modular bunker, I listened to the ringing, footsteps, and talking of the telephones, footsteps, and talking in the not very soundproof outer command hall...... Reality, in strands, came back and wrapped around him.

The peaceful and quiet life is nothing but illusions and illusions, and what I am drawn into is the whirlpool of this war era. Unable to escape, he can only keep struggling.

The blast door was gently pushed open, Boswell walked in, and the fat man quickly closed his eyes and lay down on Milan's lap.

"Get up, don't play dead in front of me!" Boswell grabbed a chair and sat down in front of the fat man.

"My head is a little dizz......y," the fat man sat up in disdain, and the flesh on his waist was pinched twice by Milan.

"I know you're ......tired," Boswell sighed and patted the fat man on the shoulder: "However, now is not the time for you to rest, and when the battle is over, we will take the little fart back to the Gari Paran laboratory to live." ”

Milan held the fat man in his arms, thinking about his future life, and his heart was sweet. Turning his head, he saw the fat man frowning, twisting Nini's appearance of wanting to speak and stopping...... With a lot of hatred in his heart, he kicked him hard. Grandfather? Ann Lei, Bonnie...... I don't know how many there are this fat man!

"The little fart hasn't come back yet, I'm a little worried...... Boswell didn't notice the small movements of the two disciples and sons in private, shook his head and said, "Forget it, let's get down to business first." ”

He looked at the fat man and said, "You know about the establishment of a joint research department for mecha by the Fiji Alliance and the development of the twelfth generation of mechas, right?" ”

The fat man nodded, this matter, he should have been involved in it in the first place. Who knew that he was attacked on the way to Chacna, and fate took him to the Mars Free World, turning a big corner. "The experimental mecha has been finalized...... Boswell continued, "this time, we brought ten prototypes here, it turned out that we wanted to conduct individual and squad combat tests, who knows, met Jeppen sneak attack." Along the way, we can only try our best to protect it, because we are afraid that the mechs will fall into the hands of the enemy, so we have taken all the mechs apart, even in the most dangerous times, we have not used them. ”

As he spoke, Boswell glanced at the fat man: "At the command just now, I heard them say that those mecha warriors you brought are all God of War-level fighters?" ”

The fat man nodded proudly: "There are almost five hundred quasi-mecha gods of war with a hand speed of more than sixty-five, and there are three thousand tenth-level mecha warriors with a hand speed of more than sixty, and there are almost eight thousand eighth-level and ninth-level fighters now." In the future, there will be more! ”

The fat man didn't brag.

Since the end of the Battle of Mars, the bandit army has completed their rule over Mars. Later, although the Feiyang people arrived, with the mecha ring match to kill several mecha gods of war representing the old forces of Mars, the reputation of the bandit army was skyrocketing. The mecha school that defected to the bandit army has accounted for eighty percent of the entire Mars.

The training these civilian fighters received since childhood is the hand-to-hand combat that modern warfare and mechs rely more and more on. The accumulation of fighting techniques in the major schools is simply not comparable to the military that has separated from the fighting for thousands of cattle.

Modern countries and militaries have also begun to focus on hand-to-hand combat, but the fat man has walked in front of everyone at this critical moment.

The lead at this critical moment, the subsequent gap, is thousands of miles.

What's more, the mecha martial arts mastered by the fat man are far more core than the core techniques of these genres! With his teaching and guidance, the level of the fighters who defected to the bandit army has improved by leaps and bounds. The original titles of mecha fighter, mecha knight, commander, etc., no one even mentions it now.

The traditional grade assessment cannot measure the level of the bandit soldier at all.

These mechs have entered a new mecha realm and seen a new world.

For them, those assessment standards have become an outdated thing, and it is a complete joke to measure their current self! If you have to measure it, then a third-level mecha fighter in the past, after the assessment, it may be the level of the mecha leader!

The fat man was telling the truth, but to Boswell and Milan, it was tantamount to a thunderclap. They don't doubt the fat man's honesty with himself, they only doubt his ears.

Although the establishment of modern armored divisions varies from country to country, most of them remain at about 6,000 people. Among them, the combat unit, about 4,000 people, the rest, is the logistics of transportation, maintenance and engineering troops. The number of people is far less than that of an infantry division with 10,000, or even 30,000, or even 30,000.

This is caused by the particularity of mecha combat, although in this era, mecha has become an indispensable part of the human world, even construction, agriculture, mining, are widely used mecha, but after all, there are only a few who can control mecha to fight life and death. Not to mention that countries can't afford to build so many mechas, even if there is no limit to the supply of mechas, the material selection rate of 1 in 200 will make these mechas become decorations in the warehouse! The 20,000 fighters in the hands of the fat man are only four armored divisions! Twelve armored regiments! Moreover, it is a super armored force composed of level 8 and 9 mecha warriors!

What does this mean?

Just think about the Mythical Legion of Gachalin, a ninth-level mecha warrior, thousands of fifth- and sixth-level mechs, plus the main seventh- and eighth-level mechs, who can gallop across and be invincible, you can know how terrifying this power in the hands of the fat man is! On the battlefield, such a division is enough to defeat an enemy ten times its own head-on! Thrown into any battle, it is a force that destroys withering and decaying!

Le Le, the ancestors, the blessing!

Boswell laughed, Milan hugged the fat man and kissed him fiercely!

These are the power of reviving Lelei!

The fat man, who was stabbed and excited, suddenly lost control, and looked at the bottom of the box as if offering a treasure: "We have already joined Teacher Russell and captured the two royal elephant-class fleets of Binalt. In addition, we now have split ships that can pass through any small jump point. Mars is our base! There is also stealth technology...... We also captured the 12th generation mecha of the Binalte Empire, all the data materials, there are ...... there"

The more Boswell listened, the brighter his eyes became, and he smiled so hard that he couldn't bother. Milan, on the other hand, was under the finger of the fat man, and excitedly hugged and kissed one bite after another.

“…… Now, I'm hiding all of this, and when the Rysk battle reaches a critical moment, let's take it out as a killer weapon! ”

The fat man trembled with excitement: "When the time comes, Lao Tzu will let them all see, the power of Le Lei!" ”

"Good, good!" Boswell smiled, patted the fat man on the shoulder, and laughed into tears: "I am seventy years old this year, and I have always thought that I will not wait for the day when Leray will win, and I will not wait for the day when the leaves will return to their roots, and the guest will die in Chacna." Unexpectedly, today, you have given me hope. ”

The old man opened his arms and hugged the fat man hard: "Fat man, thank you." ”

Listening to the old man's choked voice, the fat man's nose was also a little sour.

"Since you have told me so much good news......" the old man let go of the fat man and stood up.

After wandering two steps in the fighting room, he suddenly became energetic: "I also have good news for you!" ”

"What's the good news?" The fat man suddenly felt a strange nervousness in his heart, and when he turned his head to look, Milan was already nodding at himself with tears in his eyes.

"The technique of the space jump point, I have broken it!"