mech warriors have no love

This is probably the most embarrassing instigation in history.

The prestige accumulated only after painstaking efforts and untold hardships, and the accumulated reputation only after breaking a arm, gathered hundreds of thousands of the alliance's most elite mecha fighters to the front line with great ambition... and then Amidst the praises of the people, he bit the bullet and handed over the army to a person who should have died long ago.

Feng Na really couldn't figure out which link went wrong.

It's a pity that even though he was not happy, when facing Lancelot, he still squeezed out the same smile as usual: "Young man, this burden is handed back to you. During this time, my old man has been exhausted to death."

Lancelot stared at him, but he didn't smile abnormally. The emotion in his smoky gray eyes was difficult to understand, and he didn't answer for a long time.

It wasn't until David poked him quietly that he came back to his senses and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, I will never let the alliance fall into a desperate situation."

After a pause, he smiled easily, leaned over and hugged the old man who had been bent over by time, with a soft voice.

"Uncle Feng Na, thank you for your hard work during this time."

Feng Na's expression was in a trance for a while, looking at Lancelot's young and handsome face, his eyes contained a faint smile, as if he was sincerely thanking him, but the ice that never melted at the bottom of his eyes seemed to be warn him of something.

Feng Na secretly broke out in a cold sweat.

All the way here, he has been wondering whether Lancelot already knew something and what attitude he would have.

But no matter what Lancelot's attitude is, he can't let the worst situation happen-for him, the worst situation is that Lancelot knows everything, presents evidence, and exposes his past in front of the public. A false mask, pushing him into the abyss.

In order to gain the support of all parties and realize his dream logically, after he returned to Planet Delan, he did not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and mercilessly attacked those congressmen who have been hated and hated by the people for a long time. Now They were all locked up in Union Prison, awaiting their disposal at the end of the war.

If Lancelot really did that, there is no doubt that he will be inflicted with even crazier revenge.

More than ten hours ago, Lancelot, who suddenly appeared, led the army to repel the Allies, and then gave a speech to all the people of the Alliance, telling what happened after he was sucked into the space crack, which perfectly explained why he was not in the big bang. After Zhong died, he launched a speech to encourage the people of the alliance to unify the outside world and eliminate foreign enemies.

A series of actions made Feng Na on the way hard to guard against, and the last thought was also shattered and disappeared in Lancelot's speech.

Fortunately, compared to him, the Alliance Marshal seems to have a more benevolent heart.

This is an opportunity.

As long as he is not dead, there is still room for change, and there is not only one chance.

Feng Na breathed a sigh of relief, made a decision in his heart, and gave up his plan to play tricks in the next battle.

After all, the agreement between him and the leader of the allied army is almost a waste of paper, and the main task now is to drive the enemy out of the alliance territory, otherwise the alliance will be gone, and there is no need to talk about the empire.

The transfer of command was smooth, and Lancelot smiled and arranged for someone to take the old man who had traveled a long distance to rest. He stood still and exchanged glances with Lambert at the back of the team.

...Well, the eyes of my father-in-law are a little scary.

Lancelot calmly said to the adjutant: "Notify all those who are still able to stand up without missing arms or legs. In three or ten minutes..."

The adjutant thought he was going to talk about a meeting, so he nodded as usual, and then he heard the alliance marshal calmly say: "Give me the order to lead the team to the battlefield."

The marshal’s arbitrariness has not been a day or two. The adjutant froze for a moment, and finally woke up from the dream of the return of the invincible marshal of the alliance. The reality is that on this unknown temporary resting planet, the head-on It was so cold, half an hour ago, he had only seen a brilliant stellar wind, staying in space for too long, he almost fell into a mysterious illusion.

Realizing that this time was a crisis that even Lancelot had to go all out for, the adjutant's face was serious, his legs were put together, and he immediately took the order to retreat.

Lancelot led the rest of the people into the temporary meeting room while talking, trying to get rid of one in a minute, and finally assigned a strange task of "go and clean your mech so it doesn't get rusty", let David went down in a daze, and only he and Lambert were left in the meeting room.

When closing the door, Lancelot asked sadly: "Luci, how is the soundproofing effect of this small broken house?"

Lucy analyzed it, and said gently: "Please don't worry, if you don't scream, no one will find out that Mr. Lambert beat you."

That, thought Lancelot, was comforting.

After all, he didn't want people to see the miserable situation of the dignified Alliance Marshal being beaten to the point of being unable to get up.

The room was quiet.

The atmosphere was more solemn than before.

Lambert raised his eyes indifferently, and glanced at Lancelot.

Although the father and son didn't look very much alike, César's expression was almost carved out of his mold.

The only difference is that the indifferent César is still a sweet child with a soft and cute temper, while the indifferent father-in-law is a murderous weapon.

The Marshal of the Alliance has led thousands of troops and experienced countless fights. He was not so nervous when he confronted the big star thief for the first time.

The atmosphere froze for a while, Lancelot thought to himself, can you please hurry up.

The marshal's wishes come true, and as soon as the idea came up, Lambert withdrew his scrutiny and said lightly, "How is César?"

Recalling the feeling when he hugged César before parting, Lancelot pondered and replied: "I'm a little thinner."

"..." Lambert stared at Lancelot for a while with a blank expression on his face. His eyes changed from a very disgusted "Why did you eat my cabbage" to a helpless "Forget it, just eat it." Let's eat it," he sighed, as if resigned to his fate.

After all, the other party was able to ask him what he thought of César, and immediately distorted it into César's physical concern, which was somewhat sincere.

It's just that his son was taken away not long after he reached adulthood. Lambert was in a terrible mood and didn't want to talk to Lancelot about anything else. He asked about the next deployment, turned around and left.

Lancelot sat alone in the conference room and was sad: "...my father-in-law didn't hit me, did he not admit me yet?"

Lucy pecked at his wings, squinted at his master's profile, and nodded in agreement: "I also think you deserve a beating."

"Ok?"

"No." The reliable brain smiled slightly, "It seems that it is very difficult not to be beaten to get Lord Lambert's approval."

Lancelot rubbed his chin, intending to take the mecha to plead guilty when the matter is over.

After all, if Lambert disagreed, he could only snatch the little prince over.

No righteous knight would do that.

——Although Lord Marshal is not upright.

César, who was chanted more than a dozen times a day, sneezed twice in a row, looked up at the sky inexplicably, played Lancelot's live speech twice in a loop, and whispered to Micah: "I haven't found out yet , He is such a good storyteller."

Micah took it for granted: "What fell into a crack in space, fell into an unknown space, wandered in the dark for an unknown amount of time, finally found the exit, and rushed here...With this level, how can I tell you about it? Didn't play out in the bedtime story?"

Cesare narrowed his eyes.

Micah continued to fan the flames: "It must be that I don't love you enough, I love you the most. Look, how many bedtime stories I have told you since I was a child..."

César: "..."

Thinking of the crap that Micah said, César said implicitly: "Lancelot is also good."

Micah kicked him angrily.

Carl, who had been ignored for a long time, took advantage of the gap and coughed: "Little nephew."

César teased Fuqiu for a while as if no one was there, and then turned his gaze to Uncle Cheap: "What's the matter?"

Carl smiled wryly and said, "Last time you went to Mile Star to look for Lancelot, did you find him?"

Cesare nodded calmly.

Carl: "..."

Little bastard!

Had he known that Lancelot was still alive, he wouldn't have joined in the fun.

"I'm already organizing the withdrawal of troops." Carl said helplessly, "What you said is to save energy for negotiations, does it mean that the alliance already knows the hiding place of my family?"

César held the fur ball, tilted his head and stared at him quietly.

Carl pondered something appalling from those deep eyes, his hair stood on end for a while, his throat felt astringent, and he opened his mouth: "...I understand."

César retracted his gaze and said calmly: "Don't worry, he won't kill all the orcs. If he wanted to, he could have done it long ago."

Karl found he couldn't find the words to respond, his mind was confused and his face was ugly.

César knew that this smart man should have already made plans, so he stood up and nodded, "How is the progress of Kagel's research? I may have to leave for a while."

Carl lowered his head and waved his hand: "The progress is very slow...you go."

Although César didn't say where he was going, he seemed to have already guessed it. There was a slight warmth in the green eyes staring at César, as if the person in front of him was really his beloved little nephew: "Star The boat is equipped for you, pay attention to safety."

César froze for a moment, rationally told him that Karl was a cunning person, but intuitively told him that the emotion in his eyes seemed to be true.

That's strange, maybe when Bei Lin transformed his body, he also had blood from the Karl family in his body, but he and Karl were almost strangers.

Facing strangers, why do you have such gentle eyes?

He couldn't figure out such a profound question, so he nodded at Carl, not politely, took the starship, and drove to the alliance battlefield.

Lancelot probably didn't want him to face the cruel battlefield, so he made him wait.

It's a pity that good children can also be rebellious, and César doesn't like to wait.

He has enough strength to help Lancelot.

Micah summed it up: "Help Lancelot remove the death flag?"