mech warriors have no love

In the meteorite circle not far from Star Ruth, there are actually thousands of mechas hidden.

In the hundreds of years of fighting the alliance, the orcs have suffered a lot from the rampage at the beginning to the present, and finally learned to be careful, and began to study how to attack perfectly.

Lancelot looked at the screen projected by Lucy, and after a long while, he said inexplicably: "Before leaving Star Ruth, I will bring people here to check regularly. It seems that they live very comfortably when I am away."

César saw the words "Kill them tonight" on the face of the Union Marshal.

Bloody and hideous.

Mao Qiu took the opportunity to sow discord: "Look, I said that men are liars, this is Lancelot's true face, don't be fooled by him!"

César slapped it flat and squinted his eyes: "If you don't want to sleep, keep quiet."

Micah rolled over: "But my program settings must talk to you to relieve boredom."

César was unmoved: "I'm not bored at all, just shut up."

"You can't embarrass a small mech like this." Fuqiu tried to make himself fluffy and fluffy, trying to let his hand feel conquer Cizer, "I must follow every initial order, even if you are my master now , I can’t violate it either, if you make things difficult for me like this, you will be sued to the Mecha Intelligence Protection Union…”

César thought of the so-called protection union and pondered for a few seconds.

Then, he slapped Micah who was struggling to fluff up again.

While trying to search for the signal of the nearby alliance army, Lucy thoughtfully continued life for a group of dying people in the base: "Lord Lancelot, there are [-] mechas here, and you can't solve them all by yourself. Need manpower."

Lancelot said jokingly: "After solving this group of mice, send them to sacrifice to heaven."

César felt a hint of danger, and suddenly realized that Micah was not talking nonsense, so he silently moved a few steps aside.

With eyes behind Lancelot, he stretched out his hand to bring him back, and taught him fiercely: "Don't fall behind, keep up. Do you want to be caught and boiled by the orcs? They will give you tender meat in one pot." Stewed."

César: "...orcs don't eat people."

Lancelot failed to intimidate, but he always enjoyed coaxing Cesare like a child and pretended not to hear.He is very familiar with the structure of this mecha, and he slowly approached the operation cabin as he teased César.

"Lord Lancelot, the signal here is not very good." Lucy paused, "I'm glad you sent Colonel David to patrol the sky. I sent the signal 3 minutes ago, and Colonel David successfully intercepted it. If it goes well, one You can bring people in for reinforcements within an hour. Before that, I suggest that you and Master Cizell hide away. If the other party finds out that you are also on this mech, there is a 90.00% chance that they will choose to die with you regardless of the cost. "

Lancelot was surprised: "To die together? This group of people hate me so much? I am the best spouse for thousands of boys and girls in the alliance."

Lucy ignored his last words, and spoke softly: "Your head has increased in value since eight years ago, and it became the top most wanted list in the black market in the universe a year ago, and no one has shaken your position so far."

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, thinking "I might as well behead myself to get a reward". Seeing César's strange gaze, he spread his hands helplessly: "The parliament is stingy with the military. May the land approve the armament, and all parties will withhold some, and there will not be much in the hands of the local garrison."

In the empire, it was because the power of the military department was above all power agencies, the emperor was in control, the rule was highly autocratic, and the courts and parliaments were empty, which gave the rebels a loophole.

Although the nascent alliance has many loopholes that have yet to be patched, it is very alert to this lesson. It started as a military department, but it suppressed the military department. Working together, even Lancelot has a headache.

The alliance has only been born a few hundred years ago. In the long river of history, it is like a stumbling newborn baby. After finally growing up, it is still a troublesome bear child.

César didn't express any opinions on the conflict between the military department and the parliament, but was shocked that this person went crazy and even killed himself.

After a lot of effort, the two finally climbed to the vicinity of the operation cabin covered in ashes.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't take the "official way". The space here was too narrow and low, so Lancelot could only sit down and stretch his legs aggrievedly. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, it took up most of the space. Can barely stick to the corner to stand.

The bastard smiled shamelessly and patted his thigh: "You are welcome to sit on my thigh at any time."

César looked at him coldly for a moment, then turned his head, closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside.

After such a delay, I don't know where Jude Bourne and the orcs are talking.

César's five senses are much sharper than ordinary people. Close to this layer of iron skin, Jude Bourne's slightly hoarse voice came into his ears: "...Your purpose is to blow up the Russ star base and find another person, but my purpose is just Revenge. When it is done, give Lancelot to me, and I will bleed his blood in front of the universe and avenge my brothers!"

"But the people behind you don't want to kill Lancelot..." The orc laughed dumbly. "We should pay attention to credibility in cooperation. The other party told us not to kill."

Jude Bourne sneered again and again: "Eugene, you orcs want Lancelot to die more than me. I heard that a year ago you went to Delan Star, but he kicked you out, and an elder died when you fled back. Not long ago, you used the battleship suicide attack, didn’t you just want to take his life?”

The orc fell silent.

Jude Bourne's words changed: "Reputation is something that has no benefit other than harming one's own interests. I cooperate with those people only for revenge. As for what they want to do...it's none of our business?"

There was a sudden flow of air in the small space. César was listening attentively when a strong force came from his waist. He froze for a moment, held back the reflexive movement to attack, and sat on Lancelot's buttocks. on the legs.

It belongs to the male hormone breath with a strong aura, rushing towards the face with aggression, so domineering that it does not allow the slightest concession, but it also has... a strange sense of stability and security.

César's whole body tensed up, his lips parted, and he hadn't considered how to swear more reservedly, so a familiar head rested on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "I can't bear you to stand I'm tired, I'd better work hard on my legs, don't be shy."

After a pause, Lancelot quickly changed the subject, trying to draw César's attention: "Want to show my blood in front of the whole universe? Does he have a live broadcast room and the right to live broadcast? On which platform did he apply? One Fugitives don't have the confidence to have the rights of ordinary citizens."

César: "Stop talking nonsense."

"Well, let's be serious." The Alliance Marshal put away the fair rule of law on his face, was silent for a few seconds, and gently sniffed at the side of his neck. goosebumps.

"Little César, you smell so good... what body wash do you use?"

César gritted his teeth: "..."

How did this thing survive so smoothly and not be strangled to death!

"Don't move around." Lancelot held him down and returned to seriousness, "You will be found out. Don't worry, I won't attack minors."

César was even more worried.

However, due to the situation, he could only swallow his anger and nestle in Lancelot's arms, thinking indifferently, he would kill this thing by its roots when he went out.

Jude Bourne and Eugene didn't know the target of their trip was huddled behind them, and they were still chatting with each other: "Who are you looking for? Don't say any characteristics, he was blown to death under the mech Don't blame me."

Eugene paused, obviously not wanting to say more: "It's not important, it's fine if there are corpses, we just need to collect DNA replication samples."

Jude Bourne didn't agree with him: "We are allies now, Mr. Eugene—besides, if I blow up people to pieces, without even holding ashes, how will you collect them?"

Eugene had no choice but to answer briefly: "Mr. Jude Bourne also knows that our orcs generally have very low spiritual power, and only a few with excellent genes have high spiritual power. For hundreds of years, only a few people in our race , but their descendants are not as spiritually strong as the previous generation, and our family once lost a genius child, and we need his genes."

Hearing this is the same as not hearing it. There is no antecedent or consequence. Jude Bourne is not interested in the orc matter, too lazy to ask the bottom line. Looking at the star map, he licked his lips: "When will we launch an attack?"

"In three more hours." The orcs' tempers are always hot, but the orc sent to contact Jude Burn was surprisingly gentle and patient. "Although there is a way to surprise them in their sleep, the other party is Lancelot. There are tens of thousands of mechas behind, so it is not so easy to deal with."

"What's so difficult about it?" Jude Bourne shrugged, leaned on the console, and lazily said, "People in the alliance are hypocritical, they care about their reputation and other people's eyes. You point the mech at Ruth City and warn them not to act rashly , otherwise the city of Ruth will be blown up—what do you think Lancelot will choose?"

"There used to be a military genius in the alliance named Lambert Leslie. He once gave up the alliance people on two border planets in a battle." Eugene was unmoved, but gave an example instead, "although Killed those Alliance members to avenge our soldiers, but our losses in that battle were extremely heavy. Jude Bourne, you have fought against the Alliance members for so many years, don’t you know that any Alliance soldier who looks benevolent is actually very Cold-blooded. I have no doubt that he would abandon the people of that city in order to annihilate us."

Upon hearing Lambert's name, César's drooping long eyelashes trembled, and he stared at the darkness for a long time without blinking, forgetting that he was being held in someone's arms to take advantage of him, turned around, and seriously Question: "Will you give up Ruth City?"

Those townspeople trusted Lancelot devoutly.

Just like those who trusted Lambert but were abandoned back then.

There was still a casual smile on Lancelot's handsome face, as if he was born to be a dissolute and unprofessional ruffian soldier, but his smoky gray eyes were extremely indifferent, and he looked at César After a while, he smiled and said, "Don't think about this issue."

César's heart sank.

The person behind him breathed warmly and spoke in a leisurely manner, but his tone was surprisingly arrogant: "After all, none of them can escape today."