Number9 of the Knockout

on the ground.Fighting against 20 mechanical soldiers with one person's strength, it is absolutely impossible for him to be unscathed, and the loss of physical strength is also quite large.

The combat power of the mechanical soldiers is indeed very powerful. If they fight head-on, the death of five of them at the beginning is enough to explain everything.

But the battlefield is not the training ground.The mechanical soldiers far away on the battlefield cannot judge the battle situation by themselves, and the commanders on the command platform, no matter how experienced they are, cannot fully grasp the changes on the battlefield and adjust the combat mode in time. Once faced with an uncontrollable situation, these mechanical soldiers Just like a puppet with a broken string.

No. [-] got up and looked at the mechanical soldier who had been crushed in two under the tracks, and couldn't help but silently clenched his fists.

There was a rush of joy in his heart, he didn't know why, maybe it was for the victory of this battle, maybe it was because his comrade who died in that failure regained his dignity, maybe... it proved that he was still a soldier, And not one—an obsolete product.

Then he staggered, turned and left.

But in the next moment, a red halo suddenly appeared in the eyeballs of the half of the mechanical soldier on the ground, and the remaining arm grabbed the gun and pointed it at No. [-]'s back! !

"Boom──"

No. [-]'s burly body shook violently, and he almost slid to the ground, unable to support himself. He slowly turned his head and looked at the mechanical soldier holding the gun on the ground.

The arm holding the gun was frozen in mid-air, and the muzzle pointed at his heart.

The smoke was rising, but... it was coming out of the muzzle of another gun.

A big hole was blown out of the back of the mechanical soldier's head, the electronic nerve was smashed, and the electric light "chirped" and jumped, just like a human being whose head was blasted, some waste flowed out.

The young man holding the gun had a provocative expression, and his orange-red hair was as arrogant as a rekindled fire.

"Hey! Your eyes are bright, scrap iron! This uncle is covered by me!"

A small face with freckles appeared behind him, he poked the scrap iron mechanical soldier on the ground with the gun he just picked up, and then looked around the residential area that No. [-] made like a battlefield and exclaimed: "Wow! Hello, uncle Amazing!"

Number [-] looked at the orange-red haired youth standing there, as if staring blankly, unable to move his eyes away.

The boss of District 29 put the firearm in his hand on his shoulder, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it. The flame illuminated his face covered with sweat from rushing back, and the usual arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth: "Uncle , I’ll pick you up and take you back.”

Spartan veterans in overalls are wearing antimatter bombs on the ground against the wind and sand. This bomb called "Planet Killer" is enough to make this 243 planet disappear in the universe.There are thousands of such garbage stars in the vast universe, and no one would waste their time trying to find out the reason for the disappearance of this planet.

From time to time, the commander's anxious urging sounded from the intercom: "Are you ready?! You're so clumsy, hurry up!!" And the occasional time may be because they didn't pay attention to cut off the communication signal, and there were some words that shouldn't be heard by them. From the other side of the communicator to the ears of these veterans wearing headphones: "As soon as the mechanical soldiers who attacked the 17th area come back, we will take off immediately." "Colonel! There are still our people outside!" "Those are just eliminated products, There's no need to wait for them. Detonate as soon as they're done!"

This group of soldiers who have been trained since birth are not used to questioning the decision of the chief, but at this moment, the chief's denial of them confuses them. The positioning of one's own value still exists instinctively.

Although they were still working silently, the fact that they were treated as insignificant and eliminated products that could be consumed at will made them unable to suppress the intense surge in their hearts.

Just as they were working hard to install the star bomb that was about to blow themselves into cosmic dust together with the planet, suddenly there was a strange sound behind them.

Although they were forced to deprive the soldiers of their qualifications and had no combat weapons in their hands, they were still veterans who had fought many battles on the battlefield. All of them looked keenly at the direction of the voice.

They saw a few young men carrying weapons, and a group of young children, and more importantly, they saw a burly and tall man standing among them, who they were very familiar with and remembered. A companion who has been fighting side by side for a long time!They were not afraid of the guns in their hands. In fact, except for the young man with orange-red hair, the group of children in front of them didn't even know the weapons in their hands, and they didn't even open the safety catch.

Perhaps most of their lives were silent, but the memory of training and fighting together is also the only one.

Looking at No. [-] covered in scars, it was like seeing a companion who had just come back alive from the battlefield. The soldiers silently raised their hands in unison to salute him.

"Don't wait any longer!" Colonel Raphael looked impatiently at the signal of the mechanical soldiers who were still far away from them. He wished he could leave this planet where terrible enemies were hidden, "Let's sail!"

"But……"

Raphael didn't want to wait any longer, as long as those mechanical soldiers could be remanufactured, he couldn't be damaged at all: "Don't worry about it! Let's go!!"

"Yes, I got it." Instructor Felimus was about to input instructions, when suddenly there was the sound of orderly footsteps in the cabin...

"Hiss—" The hatch opened, and Rafael, Felimus and his non-commissioned officers were grabbed by a group of strong soldiers, and were thrown out of the battleship regardless of their struggles and roars.

In terms of force, they were no match for this group of strong Spartan soldiers, and they never thought that the person who instigated this group of veterans to rebel was the number nine who had been recorded as dead!

"NO! NO!! Please don't leave me here! The bomb is going to go off soon!! Please!!"

The whistling wind and sand filled Rafael's mouth with sand almost instantly. He tried to beg those soldiers who he had treated as garbage and waste, but this group was not allowed to show mercy to the enemy during the long training. A Spartan soldier with a deep heart is completely impossible to be moved by weak words.

They closed the gate indifferently, and at the last moment when the door was closed, the bloody veteran told them indifferently: "You are eliminated."

end

Junk Star 243 completely disappeared into space due to the terrifying energy released by the collision of protons and antiprotons. Due to the interstellar storm, the Alliance military could not obtain the final information. Analyzing the final record of this operation, it is clear that Colonel Raphael and his subordinates acted without authorization, which led to very serious consequences. As for whether the warship they were on was wrecked in the interstellar storm or for other reasons However, the chief who fully accepted Raphael's mechanical soldier plan had no interest in it, and soon the file was marked as terminated and shelved.

And the small space battleship that "wrecked" in the interstellar storm has now become a ghost ship, sailing silently to a space that has never been explored by humans.

"Do you want to go to this planet?" Sachs opened the star map inside the cross, and the green planet jumped in the image of the virtual signal.

Number Nine nodded silently, then looked at the Spartan soldiers beside him.

The veterans are not mechanical soldiers, and they don't need more verbal communication to understand Number Nine's intentions. In fact, they are not very used to conversations other than orders.

"Yes, sir." They accepted the order and manipulated the navigation system to point to the unknown, brand-new terrestrial planet.

Looking at the direction where No. 243 Garbage Star once existed, the former boss of District 29 and the current supreme commander of the warship---Boss Sachs couldn't help thinking of the old nun who always liked to touch his head and yelled that he was not allowed to smoke, but he Absolutely unwilling to let No. [-] see his childish side, in order to hide the sadness in his eyes, he immediately changed the subject: "Damn it, I don't have time to take the motorcycle with me, I should have done a lap first! "

No. [-] brought the cross that had been uploaded to the battleship with the coordinate data, put it back around Sachs' neck, and then seriously suggested: "We can fly without a car."

Sachs was stunned for a while, and when he recalled it, his face went red from ear to ear: "I didn't mean that!!" Damn, this pervert is too f*ckingly blatant!

Before he could get angry, he was suddenly supported by the back of his neck. This posture forced him to raise his head to see what was going on with the other party. The shadow in front of him fell, his lips were covered heavily, and the prying tongue did not move at all. He broke in unceremoniously and started a thorough and wanton search.

"Hmmm?!──"

Sachs froze completely. He didn't expect the uncle to suddenly take the initiative, and it was such a blood-thumping deep kiss. Although the technique is still jerky, it is better because he is willing to practice boldly and will not be reserved. I'm hesitant, anyway... this uncle is getting more and more fucking pornographic...

The head of the young man who still had a low fever was immediately burned into a paste by the tide of emotion. Anyway, he was comfortable and didn’t care what other people did. The young man with orange-red hair responded enthusiastically, completely ignoring everything around him, and landed on the window surrounded by nebula. The two shadows on it are close together.

After a very good sparring session, No. [-] finally let go of the young boss who was kissed so distraughtly. The newly learned skills have not had the opportunity to practice more, but compared to "morning exercises", this kind of mutual use of mouth There is no place and time limit for the practice of pair training, that is to say, it can be done at any time and any place in the future, which is very suitable for daily work.

He supported Sachs' waist, straightened up and looked around, meeting the gazes of his old comrades in arms.

No. [-]'s expression didn't change much, just a slight side of the head, silently expressing: That's it, why?

And the group of veterans who had some subtle emotional changes in their hearts and instantly launched a mutiny that killed even the commander, just glanced at each other, and then continued to do what they should do calmly.

As for the newest officer on the battleship, he had no idea that in the days to come, he would be suddenly caught by Uncle No. ...

"Drag racing".

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daily practice

Small space battleships sail quietly in the unknown universe. This unexplored area is very quiet. There are no rumbling transport ships carrying all kinds of waste, and there are no missiles flying around that can destroy the entire planet. , there are only nebulae like clouds floating in the dark cosmic space that diffuse beautiful light, and the endless starry sky dotted with stars.

The battleship is now like a small village.

The battle-hardened Spartan veterans have no problem controlling a spaceship, even with the "little" passengers on board.

The veterans carried out their tasks in an orderly manner, recording interstellar routes, monitoring channel conditions, conducting daily inspections, etc., which seemed very cumbersome and heavy to others, but in their eyes it was like a leisurely vacation.No need to carry machine guns, no need to spray fire on buildings, no need to attack cities, no need to destroy entire planets.It simply relaxes their brain nerves that have been tense for 40 years since they were born.

Of course, occasionally, there will be a little bit of tension again suddenly.

For example, seeing a naughty child nearly fall off a high bunk bed.

Another example is seeing another naughty child crawling out from under the missile rack.

Another example... Seeing their chief—the red-haired young man being pressed on the dashboard and kissed by their former comrade-in-arms—the current chief mate No. [-].

Sachs swore that he had no intention of kissing at all. He just wanted to learn the skills of sailing on the podium out of curiosity. flying across the universe.

As for the wish expressed by the chief, No. [-], as always, earnestly implemented it, explaining to him the complicated control keys on the dashboard and their operation methods very carefully and in detail.

However, Sachs had only learned the functions of a few buttons, and was suddenly pushed down on the dashboard by the gentleman next to him who was a serious teacher just now. Before he could understand what happened, the uncle who accurately captured the target had already A strong attack was launched.

The lips that were pressed close to each other exchanged warm warmth, and number nine invaded directly without any politeness, killing the unsuspecting young man in one fell swoop.The sound of lips and tongues intertwined was not slight, and it was amplified infinitely in the uncle's merciless attack.

If it was a secret room where only the two of them were in, then the passion emanating from it would be enough for the two of them to have sex directly.

But the problem is, their current position is in the command room.

At two o'clock, NO.13 is recording the course and route schedule.

At five o'clock, the 26th is sorting out the materials.

At eight o'clock, NO.40 was lying on his back under the three-dimensional display screen, doing repairs and adjustments.

With the keenness of this group of veterans, even a bird flying over a kilometer away cannot escape their eyes and ears. Of course, it is impossible to think that the two over there are talking and chatting.It’s just that their expressions are still calm, and they are doing their own things. The fingers typing and recording on the transparent keyboard are still as fast as playing a piano, and the data is still put into the library according to various categories. The effect displayed on the display screen is perfect.

But these tasks are not high-precision long-range sniping or launching star-killing missiles. For veterans, it is actually the difficulty of 40-year-old adults doing children's math problems, so when they are working, free up the corner of their eyes to observe The situation of their officers is also absolutely easy.

Under the protection of the spaceship’s anti-radiation shell, they don’t have to wear heavy protective clothing. Like those veterans, No. [-] wears the simplest military vest and trousers. His body is strong enough for Sachs to escape. Can easily feel the hot body breath of the other party.

This kind of exercise makes No. [-] very happy. It can be said that it is his favorite exercise after "morning exercise" and "drag racing".The main reason is that the practice is not limited by place and time, as long as there is a saxophone, it can be done.

Therefore, his technology can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has reached the point of self-taught.

After all, as a teacher, Sachs himself is just a rookie. Most of the time, he is immersed in it and can't tell the other party what to do.Just like now, his tongue is almost numb, and the numbness continues to spread with weak stimulation, even the waist is going to be weak, and the parts of the lower body that are close to each other are uncontrollable. It's hot, and the young and always eager bird can't wait to join the old bird.

But at least there is still some reason left in his head...Damn it!He's here to learn how to fly a spaceship, not to kiss!

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" and stretched out my hand to pat the uncle's back heavily.

Number nine understood what he meant, so he finally raised his head slightly, and parted from the other's lips reluctantly.Probably because he was a little too forceful just now, Sachs' lips were more red and swollen than usual, and the suspicious water stains made them look a little more crystal-clear and moist, just like when the nutrient solution they usually eat condensed into a paste .So Number Nine licked it out of curiosity.

Sachs was simply stunned.Unexpectedly, this uncle, who didn’t even know what a birdie was not long ago, has become so erotic now. He didn’t think there was a problem at first, because the room was not enough, there were so many children, and the cabin was almost full. Well, the two of them slept in that colonel's room. Although they were relatively independent, there was only one bed.

Occasionally make a little intimacy, young people who have tasted the sweetness of love will not refuse.But as the days went by, the problem came out. The uncle completely ignored the scene, pressed him in the middle of a pile of sundries and kissed him when cleaning the cabin, and was pressed against the glass window for a kiss without saying a few words in the aisle. Now you can even do this in the command room, so why don't you just overwhelm the dining table next time in the restaurant! ?

"Damn! Uncle, what are you doing!? Look at the place when you're in heat!"

Although the old face of No. [-] still didn't have much expression, there was some wavering in his eyes.

Just when Sachs thought he was finally taught, No. [-] suddenly broke out a sentence that made him completely powerless: "The technique is not proficient enough, what do you think is wrong?"

It was so good that his waist was weak!Even better, wouldn't it be okay to make him go off every time? ?But he absolutely can't say it out loud, and he doesn't want to admit that he is still an immature child in this respect, and he was easily defeated by the uncle's teasing.

"Anyway, anyway... you can't do this to me without my consent! Did you hear that!?"

"Yes, sir."

No. [-]'s response without a trace of hesitation, Sachs suddenly remembered the single bed last night, and it was this deep response that responded to his hoarse and unyielding voice... and the more intense piercing...

"Damn uncle..." Sachs grabbed the fabric of No. [-]'s chest, pulled him over, kissed the other's lips unwillingly, and counterattacked in the most violent way he knew.He won't lose!He is still young, and there will always be a day when he is in the prime of life, when the time comes, he will push this perverted uncle on the bed and make him scream worse than himself!

The corner of No. [-]'s mouth curled up in a small arc soundlessly after being kissed, which made a shallow dimple appear on the side of his cheek.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of the veterans who were secretly watching them, and his gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, like a bullet fired from a gun with a murderous aura.

"This practice object is mine, you have to practice looking for someone else."

"Yes, sir." NO.13 replied with his eyes.

"Yes, sir." Number 26 also answered with eyes.

"Yes, I'll go right away." NO.40 replied with actions, put away his things and got up immediately "shua——" opened the door and went out.

Obviously, the veterans of Sparta are equally powerful in action whether on the battlefield or in love.

No. [-], who was passionately kissed by the red-haired young man in his arms, suddenly felt that practicing in the opposite direction is also quite good!Hehe, then, in the future, he will have to seriously think about how to lure the enemy to take the initiative to attack.