Tolstoy, the elite pilot, put on his uniform as fast as he could, swept away the breakfast on the table, chewed the scraps in his mouth and walked to the ship's conference room.

The battle room, as the strategic core of this battleship, is not as solemn and ornate as the main bridge, with only a huge black round table inside, no seats, and a whole black glass showing various parameters.

When he entered the conference room, there was already a male officer waiting inside. He is very tall, about 2 meters tall, with a conspicuous white hair, as well as two silver-white sword eyebrows, a bronze muscle is very strong, and the eyebrows exude a brave military atmosphere. He was the captain of this battleship, and he could also be said to be the commander of this expeditionary fleet - Marx? Lev.

"Guys, this is the captain of our forward force, Tolstoy? Nicholas "Giant Marx?" Lev respectfully introduced to the other crew members of the ship, who seemed to be a very mediocre but dragged Mr. Tolstoy, and he casually paddled Erlang's legs, which was really difficult for others to accept.

Leo Tolstoy, the chief pilot and tactical commander of the 344th Imperial Mecha Squadron, is now the probationary pilot and captain of the real revolutionary mecha Beowulf.

"Has the legendary hero finally arrived! I thought I'd pick you up in a carriage. Some people couldn't get used to Tolstoy's nonchalant expression, and harsh words followed.

"Engels, don't say that!"

"Commander Marx. This battle doesn't need our big heroes at all, only we are enough to play, only the strategy of commanding you. What tasks are not a problem. "What a megalomaniacal fellow! However, his superhuman self-confidence made Tolstoy not interested in his ugliness at all.

"Engels! Tolstoy is the ace driver appointed by Marshal Clinton to lead our entire combat mission! ”

This sentence made the blonde clown Engels dumbfounded, he was also an imperial ace driver, but compared to Tolstoy, the number of falls and luck were far inferior to him.

"Commander, since this Mr. Engels is so confident, please let me be your staff officer!" Tolstoy, the handsome iceberg guy, spoke.

For Engels. Marx, on the contrary, refuted his overconfidence. "Engels, Tolstoy! Are you going to quarrel or have a meeting. If you're going to quarrel, let's make a lot of noise here!! I'll make room for you guys! "Watching the two of them completely ignore their own existence. Each insisted on their own opinions and quarreled, and Marx's expression cramped.

"Hehe, Tolstoy, you liar, is just a guy who is famous all over the world by relying on the power of his family!!" The same are the first-class drivers of the Empire. Tolstoy was courteous and generous. Engels is like eating with poop, and the toilet in his mouth still stinks.

It's time for Tolstoy to shut up.

"Engels, what do you want??" For Engels's shouting, Marx finally couldn't stand it and shouted.

"I'm also the hero who defeated the Jamils goblin, and I will never admit that this waste is my chief!" Engels said with a burst of applause.

"Captain Engels, watch your words. Your abusive person, me, Tolstoy. It is the commander of the clan, and insulting the commander is a violation of discipline. I think the Ministry of Janissaries of the Ministry of Military Affairs is for such a violation of discipline. It doesn't matter if you're a hero or not. "As soon as the name Praetorian Guard was moved, there was no one in the New Human Imperial Army who did not hear of it.

The New Human Empire is not centralized, and the galactic administrative regions represented by the 42 elders of the Senate all have their own private troops, that is, local fleets, in order to restrain them and make them dare not make trouble, the Imperial Military Department has set up a special agency called the Praetorian Supervision Department

"Good! I'm leaving! Engels left the conference room angrily after leaving the words, and the mecha pilots under Engels also left.

After Engels took him away, Marx looked away and looked at Tolstoy with a meaningful smile on his face.

"You!"

"We can do it without them!" Tolstoy smiled confidently.

The black glass on the top of the table changed, expanding from the center to the outside in a circle of ripples, like a rippling lake. Slowly, it turned into a subtle and subtle stellar map, slowly rising from the black water waves.

"Albert Stellar System, Carnad Planet ......"

The meeting was over, and the fleet had also arrived on the planet Canad.

Tolstoy walked to the hangar, where there were rows of Beowulf, and the ship's repositories were busy checking each of the airframes.

"Sir Tolstoy, are you going to sit on it?" Spotting Tolstoy's deposit, a registrar hurriedly ran over to greet him.

"Your mech hasn't been retested yet, and the head technician is doing the inspection for you......"

"Hurry up!!" Tolstoy, as he spoke, got into the mech.

"Yes!"

"Start the intelligence briefing." The main display flashed the logo of the New Human Imperial Army, and then the standard female voice that conveyed the mission echoed in the cockpit.

"The current distance to the planet in Kanna is 222444 million .........."

The beautiful female voice dissipated into the closed cockpit as the monitor was turned on, and Tolstoy's face did not show much change in expression.

With half-open eyes and pupils that have lost focus, he seems to be blurred now, but he is actually entering a state...... Those who knew him well knew that he was praying for his own expedition.

Every time, I thought I would die in this iron coffin, but I couldn't let this become a reality.

"Ready-to-!!! completed" The revolutionary mecha, named Beowulf, embarked on a catapult trajectory about 20 meters wide.

"Tolstoy? Douglas, get ready to strike! ”

"Enter the No. 3 ejection position, please prepare!"

"Catapult!" The very imposing female voice shook Tolstoy's eardrums and auditory nerves through communication like an acoustic riot bomb. Tolstoy was actually just a fledgling young man, 18 years old.

A roar sounded behind him, confirming the instructions of the system, and then the engine of the fuselage was started.

Nothing out of the ordinary, the engine started smoothly, and a huge blue flame rose at the rear of the fuselage.

The catapult fixed to the sole of the foot actuated by the "――――――――squeak", and the sound of metal friction accompanied by sparks began to accelerate.

In three seconds, the body was accelerated to an acceleration of more than 5,000 kilometers per hour, and Tolstoy's body was sunk into the soft seat.

"Mission starts, partner, your first mission ,,,,,,,,,"

As Tolstoy said to himself, hordes of Beowulf's revolutionary mechs flew out of the mothership and rushed towards the planet Canad. (To be continued......)