mech warriors have no love

Being stared at by his subordinates with condemning eyes, Lancelot coughed lightly, let César go, and taught him a lesson in a low voice: "In the future, if someone wants to hug or kiss you like this, just hit him, and it will be my fault if you beat him to death." .”

César groaned and looked at him: "What about you?"

Lancelot blinked at him, with a smile in his eyes, as if he was discharging electricity: "Do you still want me to hug you? If you think about it, don't move around. If you discount it, no one will hug you."

After speaking, he stroked César's back and told the newly grown teenager to go to sleep, threatening him that he would not grow taller if he didn't get enough sleep.

He even stretched out his hand to compare - to his chin, he is too tall, César is actually not short: "If you are not tall, you can only kiss me on your feet. But I can cooperate with you to lower your head."

Micah stomped on César's chest angrily: "Who the hell is going to kiss you! Shameless!"

César didn't care, he squeezed Micah secretly, turned around and went back to sleep.

After coaxing the child away, Lancelot turned to face the subtle eyes of his subordinates.

Lancelot's face has always been comparable to a mecha shield, and he waved his hand indifferently: "What are you looking at, talk about business."

Although Lancelot was transferred by the parliament to command, it was impossible to spare all the staff in Ruskey base.Who knows if the orcs will come to make a move, and if they still have the energy to attack Ruth star again.

Scanning the familiar faces in front of him, Lancelot calmly pointed out a few people: "Rego, Harry, and Molly lead the team to follow up and meet at the constellation of the Orc. Star."

"Yes!"

David didn't obey orders as decisively as usual, his face changed slightly, and he blurted out: "Marshal!"

The unscrupulous smile on Lancelot's face was completely gone, and he was no longer an unassuming officer who could make jokes and jokes casually, but a decisive alliance marshal.

He looked straight at David, and said in a cold voice: "Russ needs someone who can command the overall situation. Watch out for the base. If the orcs take advantage of the loopholes and you die in the line of duty, I will skin you again." One layer down and hang in the sky as the national flag."

David was shocked, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and nodded after a while.

Molly stood quietly behind him, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Master Colonel, please rest assured, we will come back safely... You should also be careful."

David didn't make a sound when his arms were broken by the orc, but when Molly said this, his eyes turned red.

Lancelot didn't care about his problem, and after finishing his confession with a cold face, he hung up the three-dimensional communication directly.

Then he dialed David's personal terminal.

The two have known each other for many years. If Lancelot hadn't been a bit of a clean freak, it can be said that he grew up wearing a pair of trousers.David knew that he would definitely call after the event, so he wiped his eyes and hid in a corner, avoiding people to get through.

Lancelot felt a headache when he saw his red rabbit eyes: "Excellent! I didn't take Molly to die, and I went with my little Cesare. I didn't say anything. Molly wasn't the first It’s the first time you’re on the battlefield, why are you crying?”

David sniffed and didn't say a word. In the blink of an eye, a string of tears fell down again.

Fortunately, there were no outsiders, otherwise, seeing the ghostly appearance of Colonel David, who has always been handsome, would have been stunned.

"The orcs haven't given up on Rus base yet. It won't be of much use to take down Dar Star for a while. It's still far from Dar to Star Delan, but if you get through Rus base, you can go straight to the hinterland of the alliance." Lance Lott leaned back on the chair, crossed his legs, slouching, but his expression was completely opposite, and his tone was condensed, "The alliance has been paralyzed by peace. Now there are not many people who can fight the orcs. Even if there are, now it is because He refused to come forward for various reasons, such as Representative Lambert. You... hey, be careful in everything, if the situation is not right, you can discuss it with Guy, don’t bother me, he is a good acting mayor.”

After a long time, there was only a nasal "hm", Lancelot looked up, his head was big: "Tsk, I'm still crying, I said that dating is not allowed in the army..."

David said quietly: "Then what about you and César?"

Lancelot didn't change his face: "I can send César out of the escort at any time, can you? Even if you can, you have read Molly's file. She dreamed of being a great soldier since she was a child. You want to Ruin other people's dreams for your own personal affair?"

David's eyes were even redder.

"Come on, you don't want to lose face." Lancelot sighed, "Do your job well, I know you can do it. If you think about it better, maybe I will be willing to help you connect with Molly when I come back. Woolen cloth."

David wiped his eyes and tremblingly said, "Just stop talking nonsense."

"It's so cute to talk about your embarrassing things when you were a child. I want to let Molly know more about you." Lancelot hated iron and steel, "Do you see that you pretend to be a nobleman every day and Molly ignores you? The rose in the green belt I'm going to be bald by you, she hasn't taken it seriously yet."

David: "..."

I want to cry even more.

Lancelot is still talking eloquently: "If you want to chase someone, you must first let him know everything about you..."

David said angrily: "You think everyone is as thick-skinned as you, and it's only César who doesn't understand the world. Another person would have beaten you to death."

Lancelot touched his chin: "Tsk, just say you don't understand, it's all for fun."

David was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense, so he hung up the communication with a wooden face, and went to find the goddess.

César quietly leaned against the door and eavesdropped on the whole process. Before he had time to talk to Micah about why Lancelot behaved so inhumanly in front of other people, he heard footsteps approaching and was frightened. In less than three seconds, he went back to bed, took off his shoes and covered the quilt, and just lay down and closed his eyes when the hatch was opened.

No matter how lightly Lancelot stepped, it sounded to César's ears like the sound of war drums about to declare war. He was so nervous that his hands under the quilt were tightly clenched, and his hands were sweating.

Lancelot walked to the bed, but didn't do anything. He looked at him quietly for a while, then leaned over and kissed him on the forehead: "Now I owe you a kiss, remember to kiss him next time."

As he spoke, he smiled, "Good night, little prince."

The footsteps faded away.

The door is closed.

The surroundings returned to silence and darkness.

César's heartbeat still couldn't calm down. He turned over and opened his eyes, held Micah in his hands, and took a deep breath: "Micah... Did he find out that I was pretending to be asleep?"

Micah: "Little prince, you forgot to take off your battle robe."

César stood up silently and took off his coat.

Mijia crossed his legs and sneered: "This old hooligan has no good intentions. You will suffer if you kiss or not. Next time you will bite him. Take a piece of his flesh to see if he dares to play hooligan."

César squashed it: "Sleep."

Micah struggled under his fingers: "Your heart beats so fast, can you sleep? Do you want me to play you a lullaby?"

César paused for a moment, then nodded. He remembered what Lancelot said that he could only stand on his feet if he was not tall, so he obediently closed his eyes and listened to the song played by Micah—it had been repeated in his memory. Looping, gentle song.

He was in a daze, and mumbled "Mom" vaguely.

The distance from Star Ruth to Star Dar is far away, but luckily they are not opposite poles.When Lancelot was on his way, it was impossible that there would be no commander in front. Unfortunately, as Lancelot said, the Alliance couldn't find anyone else who could take the lead.

The alliance that was originally supposed to be full of talents has been suppressed overtly and secretly for so many years. There are many politicians who can play tricks and tricks, and there are also many businessmen who can opportunistically, but there are not many who can fight.

After losing the Dar star base, the alliance retreated steadily, and half of the nearby star field was taken down by the orcs.

A lot of positions are stuffed by the dignitaries on Delan Star to make a living. No one can see it when they are usually idle. Dar Star is not a fortress. Most of them will be ignored during the war, and they will serve as a back-up. All were exposed, vaguely showing the rotten side of the alliance under its glamorous appearance.

I am not good at fighting at all, not to mention that the battle plan of the orcs has changed from the style they have been in contact with before. They are elusive and erratic. The detector only senses the fluctuation and sends out a warning, just like you are full of food before serving you a dish.

The day lilies are cold.

Only then did Parliament truly realize the seriousness of the matter.

Since the Alliance was born, it has been lucky, and there are always those who can take the lead, fight off the orcs and other foreign enemies, and support the parliament, so many people think that the Alliance is really so powerful and invincible.

The timid ones have already started to pack up their belongings secretly, preparing to slip away before the orcs hit Delan Star.

Lancelot drove Cesare for half a month, and he had already rushed there at full speed, but he still received no less than ten urgings from the parliament. Get comfortable and sigh: "If only they were as cute as you."

César, who was hugged and pinched for no reason just passing by, looked puzzled, gave him an elbow, continued passing by, walked to the oven on the starship, took out the small biscuits that Lucy had baked regularly, tasted a piece, and narrowed his eyes slightly .

The small ball of light that Lucy turned into fell on top of his head: "How is it? Master César."

César pondered for a moment: "You can put more sugar next time."

Lucy recorded it.

Cesar continued to make comments.

Lucy continued to brush up the records.

Micah was in César's arms, watching his exclusive position being occupied by other intelligences, and his legs were raised with anger.

The starship had just arrived at a nearby energy station to replenish its energy, and it jumped all the way. Now it is very close to the Orc Pheasant, which was affected by the war. It may encounter an orc team at any time. Lancelot did not remind him, and looked at the road with a smile Sy and César got along in harmony, and leaned over to ask César to feed him biscuits.

César glanced at the shameless smiling face of the Union Marshal, stretched out his hand reluctantly, and fed him a piece.

Lancelot leaned forward to ask for more, but before he could enjoy César's care, Lucy issued an alarm in a timely manner: "Master Lancelot, it has been detected that several alliance mechas are being chased by orc mechas ahead, Is there a rescue?"

Feller felt that there was no one more miserable than himself in this world—poor talent, finally passed the test and became a Union soldier, but the base was bombed the next day.

Fortunately, a team of them chased a suspicious target and ran away while patrolling in space, but they still did not escape disaster.

The orcs hated the alliance army. They always killed them when they saw them, and they rarely kept prisoners. Besides, these small soldiers were worthless.

"We can't run away." The other person in the cockpit looked pale, looking desperately at the dozens of orc mechas behind the light screen, "...Feller, let's blow ourselves up, if we are caught by the orcs..."

He fought a cold war.

Feller's face was gloomy and he didn't speak.

The shield of the mecha was badly damaged, crumbling, the flanks were destroyed and failed, and the energy was exhausted. There is nothing worse than this.

The orcs in the rear were obviously playing tricks on them. They could be shot down early tomorrow, but they chased them leisurely, enjoying the pleasure of playing with the Alliance.

After a while, the mech didn't even have the energy to self-destruct.

There was silence in the communication channel, and no one spoke, as if thinking of the cruel methods of the orcs. Finally, the last mech stopped, and the next moment, there was a loud "bang".

blew up.

Feller's lips trembled, he called out his sister's name in a low voice, and gritted his teeth: "Prepare...to explode."

It takes ten seconds to start the program. Two young soldiers are hesitant and are about to press the confirm button.

Suddenly there was a dazzling silver light flashing in front of them, they looked up in a daze, and the huge silver mecha leaped out of nowhere, rushing into the group of orc mechs behind, not paying attention to the tyrannical orc mecha at all—— In fact, there was no need for that. The huge mecha quickly cleaned up those orc mechas like a sharp knife.

The remaining alliance mechas were all stunned.

The communication channel "sizzled" twice, and a strange yet familiar voice came out.

"Condolences to the comrades who died in the line of duty." The man's voice was low, with soothing power, "Don't panic. I am Lancelot."