At noon in the depths of winter, there was a faint snowflake in the sky, and there was silence in the repair shop at the foot of the low mountain. At this time, the floor of the tin shed was filled with various locomotive parts, and the skeletons of three locomotives were placed in the middle. The old cow was buried in the pile of parts covered with oil, sometimes looking at the drawings on the LCD screen in a daze, and sometimes silently fiddling with the parts in his hands.

Three locomotives, a red comet, a flying fish in the sand sea, and a Harley Five, were all dismantled and reassembled by him. Alice's body is in its final stages of remodeling. It won't be long before a new, one-of-a-kind legendary locomotive will be born in his hands.

The locomotive is powered by Alice's intelligent module and three on-board computers, with the frame of the Sand Sea Flying Fish as the main body, the high-power engine of the Immortal Warhawk as the power source, and then equipped with twelve jet bags, rocket-type fuel thrusters, quantum power amplifiers, and high-wear-resistant tires containing black gold mesh, holographic scanners, and global positioning devices......

The old cow was fascinated by the thrill of assembling and transforming, he no longer had the concept of day and night, except for eating and sleeping, only the locomotive. For the first time in his life, there were so many excellent parts concentrated in his hands, allowing him to create his own miracle. The soul of the craftsman stirred in his heart. It was as if a window into the future had opened, and in that darkness, he had a hunch that this would be the pinnacle of his life! Perhaps from now on, he will never be able to surpass today and make something so perfect.

Every part had a soul, and he could hear them as he cut and transformed. All the corrections were so precise that he could hear the tight, perfect fit when they were loaded into the frame.

Call? A thought crossed his mind, but he quickly forgot about it, and continued to immerse himself in it......

Half-asleep and half-awake, the speakers of the main computer suddenly sounded the girl's eager voice.

What evidence? Balancer? Or shock absorbers? The old cow stared blankly at the ceiling of the tin shed......

Dangerous? Ground troops? Silver City! Silver City Troops!

A few words flashed through his mind, and the old cow suddenly woke up and turned his head to look at the monitor. I saw that in the LCD screen, three armored personnel carriers roared towards the direction of the low mountain with billowing smoke and dust!

The old cow rushed to the walkie-talkie, ripped off the microphone and shouted, "Tianniu called Iron Eagle!" The Celestial Bull calls the Iron Eagle! Invaders are coming! Invaders are coming! ”

There was no response, and although it was only a few seconds, he only felt that it was a long time. Finally, a faint voice from the iron slag came from there, "Iron Eagle received!" Iron Eagle received! ”

The old cow exhaled heavily, reflexively walked into the basement, and suddenly ripped open the oilcloth in the corner! A shiny heavy machine gun was revealed! The old cow hugged the crane gun and pulled the bulky bolt to check with a "click-click". Immediately after, he hung a string of bullets on his body, and finally carried a crane gun and strode towards the low mountain!

At the same time, a pair of goshawk-like eyes were glued to the menacing armored personnel carrier. The owner of the gaze crossed his hands and stood on the wall of the low mountain with a golden sword. The tall figure is like a pine standing in the wind, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

The engine roared, shattering the tranquility and laziness of winter. And the ice slag and black smoke rolled up by the steel tracks mixed together, completely tearing the beautiful snow scene to shreds!

The armored car braked sharply in front of the base, making the screeching sound of fingernails scraping through the glass, which was the sound of steel tracks rubbing against ice, and it was uncomfortably sharp. Then, more than a dozen soldiers rushed down, half-kneeling on the spot, and the muzzles of their guns were invariably pointed at the iron slag in the heights.

After controlling the scene, the lieutenant jumped out of the armored car, raised his head and shouted to the iron slag, "Son, remember me?" ”

Iron Slag narrowed his eyes and stared at the lieutenant below, completely unanswered. Although he crossed his hands at the moment, his whole body exuded a murderous aura like substance, like a sharp blade that could be unsheathed at any time.

The lieutenant seemed to be uncomfortable by his staring, turned his head sideways and spat on it, then waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers to put away their weapons, and then, "Brother Tie, the fourth young master sees that you are a talent and wants to pull a hand, so he did not hold you responsible for seriously injuring people!" If you know each other, go to Base 13 and say thank you in person. ”

"Thank you for your favor on my behalf, I am the executor of Iron Mountain Town, a member of the Sand City garrison, and I can't put down my duties to follow Lord for the time being." Iron slag explained. His words remained ambiguous, neither a rejection nor a clear reply. Although Iron Slag didn't have the idea of going to Base Thirteen, the nobles of Silver City, he didn't want to offend.

"Okay, hopefully we'll have a chance to be comrades." With that, the lieutenant approached the wall and motioned for the iron slag to come down and speak.

Iron slag jumped straight down and landed next to the lieutenant. As for the last incident, his idea was to calm things down. After all, they are a branch of the thirteenth silver city, and if you want to continue to stay in Iron Mountain Town, it is best not to offend them.

The lieutenant lowered his voice, "Brother Tie, I heard that you have a golden sandworm egg, the fourth young master likes this, do you see if you can transfer it?" ”

Iron Slag frowned imperceptibly, and then remained silent, "Yes, but this is something that everyone picked up together, I must discuss it with them first, and then give you an answer." ”

As soon as the words fell, the lieutenant stiffened his face and snorted coldly. The other party's words are all leaky, and there is no fault with it, but there is no clear time and clear attitude, and there is obviously no sincerity.

And the iron slag only didn't hear this cold snort, and even yawned, looking like he was about to leave.

The lieutenant frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll wait for your news, but ......" He paused, suddenly raised his voice, and used a voice that everyone could hear, "Brother Tie, I heard that your fighting skills are very good, now that the weather is so cold, let's learn from each other, how about moving our bodies?" Although he was subdued by Iron Slag that day, he always felt that Iron Slag just took advantage of him unpreparedness and attacked him when he punched the black man. So he didn't think the iron slag was that powerful. Moreover, there are now more than a dozen heavily armed soldiers standing by his side. Iron slag will definitely throw a rat bogey, and dare not go all out.

The lieutenant was thinking wishful thinking, but the other party asked him expressionlessly, "I can only kill, do you want to try?" ”

"Come on!" Faced with this ground garbage that did not know the height of the sky, the lieutenant finally couldn't control his feelings, and roared angrily.

Iron slag grinned, and suddenly drew a knife and slashed!

This knife came without warning, it was simply a cut, without half a minute of hesitation. Before the lieutenant could react, the machete was already pressed to his forehead. He stood there stiff, not daring to move, a trace of blood mixed with the cold sweat that had just broken out and slid down his face.

The change in front of them was so sudden that all the soldiers stared blankly at the iron slag and the lieutenant. I don't know which one came back to his senses first and shouted, "Let go of the captain!" Then the soldiers reacted one after another, and they all picked up their submachine guns and aimed at the iron slag.

The air froze in an instant, and the two sides were at a stalemate......

"Who dares to shoot!"

A roar suddenly sounded behind him, and the soldiers involuntarily looked sideways. I saw a swarthy man striding towards with a half-human high heavy machine gun! The thick barrel of the gun in his hand was so hideous that it seemed to let out an earth-shattering roar at any moment.

"From now on, I hope we don't bother each other, okay?" Iron Slag asked lightly.

The lieutenant struggled to turn his head, and the iron slag removed the machete and made a "send-off" gesture. Then the lieutenant left in a hurry with his men without saying a word, as if it was an illusion, and even the sound of the engine was heard a lot when they left......

Iron Slag and Lao Niu glanced at each other, and then went back to their respective homes.

After returning to the repair shop, the old cow opened his mouth wide and yawned several times in a row. He was so sleepy that he pulled down the sluice gates of the alarm system and fell asleep in the pile of parts. After a while, there was a heavy snoring, after all, he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

However, not long after the old cow fell asleep, Alice's voice sounded again......

This time, the sirens sounded more urgently, and the situation was even more critical. But the old cow slept so deeply that he couldn't hear anything. No matter how Alice called, he responded with only the sound of heavy breathing. At this time, if you want to wake up this sleeping bull, it is estimated that you can only use a fragmentation grenade to blow it up!

At the same time, three pure white, rounded jet locomotives quietly swept past the repair shop and sped away in the direction of the low mountain stronghold. The locomotives formed a triangular formation and moved at a constant speed in the snow. At this point, the engine is turned off and runs on the power stored in the capacitors, so the noise is so special that even when standing next to the locomotive, you can only hear a slight "chirping" sound.

At the head of the locomotive sat a slender female knight. Her whole body was covered in pale yellow light nails, reflecting a crystal clear luster in the sunlight. On the back is a delicate backpack-like object, with several slender pipes connecting the body. This is the third generation of psionic power armor, the most cutting-edge technology available, using liquid memory metal as armor pieces. Normally, the armor is tucked away in a backpack-like object, and when it is activated, the armor will automatically cover the entire body. At the same time, the backpack-like object is also equipped with enhancements such as psionic registers, psionic jets, and power amplifiers.

Immediately flanked by the female rider were two red-clad riders. They wore crimson psionic power armor. Compared to the female knights, their armor is a bit bulky. In addition to the thick nail pieces made of tempered ceramic, the pipes of the whole body are also thicker, and the backpack-like object behind the back is the size of a hiking bag, and there are obviously four bowl-sized fumaroles at the bottom. This is the first generation of Notre Dame's custom version of psionic power armor, commonly known as "Twilight Armor". Originally, this was also a product of high-tech that was rarely seen on the ground, but compared to the armor on the female knights, they were like products of the previous era.

However, even in the Yincheng military, the third-generation psionic power armor is an extremely scarce material.

Because the third-generation psionic power armor cannot be mass-produced, in addition to the extremely scarce memory metal, it also needs to be tailor-made, and each set of armor can only correspond to the only owner, so only the most special person can have it.