With the weird mouth shape of the little boy, there was a sound of "zi, the ground" in his ears, which made Fogo suddenly startled.

I saw that the mecha hatch closed quickly, and the lights in the cockpit were also suddenly turned up by two at the same time, and the brightness was sharpened.

The six soldiers with guns subconsciously blurred their eyes in the bright light, and in front of the center console, the four staff officers and three mecha warriors who were working on the stage raised their heads almost at the same time, and everyone's faces were at a loss for the suddenly turned on the lights and the suddenly closed hatch.

A sense of danger instantly struck Fergo. However, before he could react, the fat man in front of him suddenly grabbed the little boy who had been lying on his shoulder and threw him out.

The moment the little boy flew out, the fat man shot like lightning and punched a gun-wielding soldier in the face. The powerful explosive force made the fat man's fist like a hammer picked up in the air, and the soldier's entire face was completely deformed, and at the same time as he flew out upside down, the fat man had already slashed at the neck of another gun-wielding soldier with a backhand.

The neck of the second place, like a sugar cane swept by an iron rod, turned into a terrifying horizontal V-shape, his eyes bulging out like goldfish, his head turned sideways, and his cheek slammed into his own shoulder.

When the two fighters were killed in an instant, the third fighter on the left reflexively raised the muzzle of the gun and extended his finger to the trigger, but the next second, his trigger was pressed against a fat finger.

It was the fat man's fingers, and while his backhand slashed the neck of the second soldier, his left hand suddenly poked out like a poisonous snake, and he inserted his finger into the trigger of the energy gun with great precision.

The warrior who couldn't pull the trigger looked up in shock, and in front of him, a chubby face was infinitely closer.

There was a thud, and the two heads slammed together. The soldier's face was like a smashed watermelon. The severe pain made him can't help but let go and cover his face.

The fat man savagely snatched the gun. When the half-meter-long Jeppen AT208 energy automatic rifle spun a flower in his hand, he had already kicked the Jeppen soldier in the lower abdomen.

This kick is fast and ruthless. A mouthful of blood mist erupted from the mouth of the Jeppen soldier, and it swept out like a cloud. When he hit the steel wall of the cockpit like a broken sack, the body of the second soldier had just fallen.

One punch, one palm, one head and one leg!

Three Jeppen soldiers who were killed one after another, three different pictures, but it seemed to happen at the same moment. Time, in this moment, completely succumbed to the fat man's ferocious fighting skills.

What frightened Fergo even more was the little boy who flew out like a cannonball.

When the fat man punches the first Jeppen fighter in the face, "the little boy is crashing headfirst into the chest of one of the soldiers on the Gu side. When the fat man slashes the neck of the second soldier with his backhand...... Amid the piercing sound of bones shattering, the boy rose into the air and kicked out of his legs in a row, kicking the other two gun-wielding soldiers away at the same time.

When the fat man grabbed the trigger of the third soldier's energy gun and crashed into it, the little boy had already shot out backwards like lightning, accurately knocking out a Jeppen fighter who was about to get up from the control seat.

The force of the collision was extremely fierce, and the tall body of the Jerpen Warrior instantly softened, and then, the little boy's feet were on the pedals of the seat, and the body continued to fly backwards diagonally, turning over was a foot hanging upside down on the golden hook, and the small short leg that was picked up high kicked the head of another mecha warrior.

When the bleak blood splattered everywhere, the little boy was gone.

When I saw him again, the necks of the main control engineer and the other four former staff officers of the console had been twisted into a strange shape at the same time, the bright shadowless lights on the cabin wall, the milky yellow leather seats, the changing topographic map screen, the flickering system lights on the console bounced back and forth like a ball of pullback, coupled with the broken human body, the gushing blood and the sudden outburst of screams, all of which were intertwined in an instant, forming a chaotic and terrifying picture.

The muzzle of the Energy Automatic Rifle, on top of Fergo's head. At the same time, the last staff officer fell to the ground with a bang.

Fergo stood still. The warning sound in his throat only rolled to his tongue at this moment, but he could no longer make any sound.

In his mind, he was already a blank space that had been struck by thunder, and in front of him, one big and one small, the fat man, was looking at him with a mocking face. The expression on that face was like seeing one, the world's No. 1 stupid man.

Maybe a century has passed, maybe only a few seconds; Sanity finally returned to Fergo's mind. His head tilted slightly with the muzzle of the gun, and he hissed, "What do you want to do, the fat man and the little boy covered their faces in pain at the same time."

"It's a deep question." The little kid said bitterly, "Fatty, I can't answer, what should I do?" "I don't know," the fat man's face was gloomy, his eyes flashing, "such a problem, isn't this forcing us to beat him?" "Do you do it or do I do it" The little kid rolled up his sleeves and said angrily, "Why don't we go together?" "No, they said, treat the captives preferentially." The fat man shook his head violently.

"Let's shut up in here, secretly beat" "The little kid innocently said" No one knows. "It's hurt." The fat man pointed to the dozen or so Jeppen soldiers who fell to the ground next to him, and shivered unbearably, "Look, if he also becomes like this", it's a big deal, let's beat him and rub him again! The little kid looked Fergo up and down.

"Fool" The fat man looked at the little kid with a look of disdain, "With our hands and feet so heavy, put it on a little chicken like him, it is estimated that it will not be rubbed back." "The two men were chattering and arguing with each other. Fergo only heard from the side, his hair stood on end, and his face was blue and white.

He gritted his teeth and said, "This is something you guys have designed a long time ago?" ”

The fat man and the little kid who were arguing were startled, and looked at each other: E, this guy has understood" After asking this sentence, Fergo's brain seemed to have been suddenly illuminated by a ray of spiritual light, and many things were confirmed before and after, and under this answer, it became slight, he looked at the fat man in shock, and said slowly! In the mountains, not a single transport ship dares to appear in the air defense zone of an entire armored division, and if you want to drop reinforcements, you must buy enough time. So, like you designed such a plan, took the initiative to send it to the door, let me put down your airborne troops myself? The fat man nodded. The little kid looked at Fogo with a serious face, his eyes flickering and cloudy.

But how do you know I'm going to be fooled? How do you know it's not me in that mech? Fogo took a deep breath and asked, ...... What would you do if I directly ordered you to be killed after the last blow failed? "You won't." The fat man shook his head.

(Why?) Fergo couldn't understand where the fat man had so much confidence.

"You have too much grudge against me." The fat man raised his eyebrows and said coldly! , Lao Tzu annihilated one of your battalions and fooled you,

You'll do whatever it takes to hunt me down, and when I fall into your hands, you'll kill me so simply. This is one of them. ”

"And what about the second one?" Fergo asked.

Second, I must first acknowledge your dominance over your troops.

The fat man said, "Even though they knew that your decision to hunt us down would put the troops in a desperate situation, they still carried out your orders. This is unthinkable in many troops. However, I believe that if I can drag on for another three days in this mountainous area, I will be able to get rid of you even without reinforcements, and your soldiers are under tremendous psychological pressure every day, and under this pressure it will be difficult for you to hold out for another three days. ”

"You overestimate me too much" Fergo pondered for a moment, then laughed self-deprecatingly: "If it weren't for you walking into this Jedi, if it weren't for me to gather all the troops behind, with the losses you have caused us in the past three days and the large number of air-based fighters that appear every day, I'm afraid I won't be able to last even a day." ”

As he spoke, Foggo looked at his neck and said, "Does this one have anything to do with your plan?" ”

Your soldiers are under psychological pressure, and you are also under psychological pressure. The more psychological stress they have, the more psychological stress you have. This psychological pressure will break through a critical point when I raise my hand in surrender. The fat man said lightly: "Faced with the fact that the surrounding area has been controlled by my allies, you and all your soldiers know that if you kill us, the entire armored division will be buried."

No one wants to die. For your soldiers, such a desperate situation should not have happened, and you led them in. If the left road is to capture me and leave alive, and the right road is to kill me and destroy the army, I am afraid that everyone will choose the left way. If you choose the right, the first one to die may be me, and the second to die is probably yourself! ”

"So, you deliberately rushed up," Fergo asked, nodding, "but how do you know it's not me in that mech?" ”

I do not know! The fat man shook his head and said, "I've been trying to kill you for the past three days, but every time you've been able to hide well." Clearly, you're wary of me. So I'm just going to prepare one more move as you might be. ”

That's your last move, right? "Fergo looked at the little boy, butt boy" Indeed, I find it hard to believe that a three- or four-year-old child could be such a horrible killer. ”

The little kid glared at Fergo, his face getting more and more serious.

Fergo didn't understand why the boy looked at him more and more unkindly, he turned to the fat man and said, "Now you control me here, but, outside, your troops and this command mecha are still surrounded by my troops." If I want to die together............"

, you obviously forgot how I just rushed to your mech" The fat man smirked evilly, and said in Fergo's voice, "Do you think I'll give you such a chance?" ”

Fergo looked at the fat man as if he saw a devil. He even had a feeling as if the fat man in front of him had become another version of himself.

, are you not afraid that if you announce your surrender like this, will my subordinates doubt it? Fergo hissed.

, well, that's a question" The fat man nodded "However, if I declare in your capacity that your prince has fallen into the hands of the Allies, in exchange for the release of all of us in exchange for the departure of you and your prince, what do you think they will think?" ”

What do you think? It's no guesswork.

The fat man's grasp of human nature is too precise.

Faced with such a desperate situation, and in the face of the news that the prince had been captured, the 2nd Panzer Division simply had no other choice. The fat man had enough reason to pretend to be himself and let go of those besieged red mechs, and then ............

Will you let us go? Fergo looked at the fat man.

"How is that possible?!" The fat man looked frightened.

"Then you are so dishonest, your reputation," Fergo said hatefully.

"What my reputation?" The fat man said strangely: "What is your reputation?" I am very sincere in releasing you, but you are moved by my sincerity, and you have to stay and surrender, what does it matter to me?! ”

Fogo's face grew paler. Three days of remorse, seeing victory in his hands but finding himself in the trap of others, all kinds of emotions hit his chest pain, and finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

In a daze, the main screen of the mecha lit up, and the communication of the Fiji Alliance headquarters had been connected.

The little boy's voice rang out in his ears, "Fatty, it's time to kill him." ”

Fergo smiled bitterly and froze on the ground, he couldn't understand why the little boy hated him so much, he had been looking at him from the beginning of the conversation, his eyes were cloudy, as if he was making up his mind.

, why kill him? The fat man was a little surprised.

, in the movie, it is played like this, "The little boy is serious: he knows too much!" ”

This neuropathy! Fergo laughed miserably and raised his hand.

The ups and downs of these three days had tormented him to exhaustion, and as time went on, as the Second Panzer Division went farther and farther on this desperate road, he had long lost the courage to die together. At the end of the day, he had no other choice.

"I surrender."

........................................................................................................................................................................, in a ................................................, on the screen, a trace of white clouds flowed in the strong wind, and the valley under the white clouds was dead silent.

With the command mecha as the center, the Jeppen 2nd Armored Division was deployed in a circular defensive formation, and around them, the mechs of the four Chakner Armored Divisions, totaling fifty battalions, had already crowded the slopes at the bottom of the mountain and even the top of the mountain.

Here, it's like a huge powder keg, and it only takes a little spark to blow everything to pieces.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the silent command mecha in the center of Ding.

The Jeppen soldiers are waiting, and the Chakna soldiers are waiting. Even more worrisome are the hundreds of millions of Chackner viewers in front of the television. No one knows what kind of conditions the ten captured fat men and the young division commander Jeppen will reach with the Allied command at this moment.

However, what everyone can be sure of is that it was this battle that the Allies completely lost. This live TV broadcast is even more Allies shooting themselves in the foot. Although no one wants to watch their soldiers die in battle, for the people, what they don't want to see is the humble surrender of the brother and the fat man.

When he led the team to lead the Jeppen Panzer Division, when he led the red mechs all the way to escape, and frantically broke into the Jeppen armored cluster and broke through the cockpit of the Anubis with one sword, he was still a hero who wanted to stand behind him now and follow him through this heart-wrenching battle.

But when he faced the threat of death, when he surrendered with tears and flattery for the sake of his son, he had already fallen from the altar.

Many people are looking up the information of this fat man.

The power of the people is strong,