mech warriors have no love

César was still very conscious.

The name of the young master is still on the most wanted list of the alliance. The crime of "collaborating with the enemy and defecting" is exactly the same as that of Kagel.

So when we arrived at the Butterfly Wing Seat, where the Allies and the Alliance were at war, we considered that we might either be arrested by the Alliance Army or be spanked by Lancelot when we showed up. Allied temporary base.

The fur ball pretended to be a real fur ball, hanging on his neckline, beeping softly: "You are afraid of being spanked."

César looked down at it, his face calm: "You talk more and more."

The furball hummed and chirped.

César squashed it expressionlessly, squinting his eyes and thinking, how could it be that he was afraid of being spanked.

He just didn't want to get spanked.

I'm afraid it's the same as thinking about it.

One person, one ball made preparations for a difficult sneak in. To the surprise of Maoqiu, César didn't spend much effort to get in.

The Allied forces are too mixed, there are all kinds of strange people, and the successive victories before the appearance of Lancelot dazzled most people's minds. It's like a gangster, not even a formal establishment.

Compared with the regular army of the alliance, this is simply a group of rabble.

César looked at the soldiers and ruffians who were gambling in a circle not far away, and was a little dazed: "Micah..."

Maoqiu was also speechless for a while: "Regardless of technology, tactics, or quality, the Allied Army is obviously inferior to the Allied Forces, and they can still beat the Allied Forces like a homeless dog. Except that there are traitors in the Allied Alliance, they will leak the action plan every time. I Can't find any other reason."

César stroking the fur ball that felt good to the touch, accidentally tore off a few hairs, threw them away as if nothing had happened, and continued to touch: "...So Lancelot has delayed cleaning them up for so long, is it because he wants to find the mole? "

Mao Qiu was wronged and burst into tears.

César lowered his head guiltily, and shuttled among the unformed allied forces with his fur ball in his arms. Looking at these people who didn't even have uniforms, they almost wanted to laugh.

——Fonner must have teamed up with this group of people. This old fox is really thoughtful.

After all, even if the Allied Forces repent temporarily, things will not end badly.

César hesitated to kill the Allied commander first or find out the traitor first, and wandered around the base in a daze. Unfortunately, before he could figure it out, the sharp sirens suddenly rang through the base, and someone shouted: "Alliance raid! Level [-] alert!" !"

The originally sparse Allied soldiers ran up quickly, and César was pushed and shoved by the upper mecha: "What are you doing in a daze! Don't be lazy!"

During this period of time, the Allied forces were driven away by Lancelot, and they were highly nervous. In the chaos, César was pulled onto a mecha by his arm.The mechas of the Allied Forces formed a team of two, César looked at the unlucky guy who pulled him up, raised his knife with a cold face, and prepared to give him a good time.

The man suddenly took off his helmet, his expression very indescribable.

The four eyes met, both of them were speechless.

"..."

"..."

César awkwardly withdrew the hand knife that was almost thrown out, and lowered his head obediently: "Dad..."

Lambert looked at his son he hadn't seen for a long time with complicated eyes, reached out his hand to touch the top of his head, and said nothing.

The hairball stopped pretending to be dead, and jumped out in surprise: "Lord Lambert! I miss you so much!"

Lambert took it for granted, and slapped the pouncing fur ball back into César's arms.

The hairball took a while to react, and then it came to its senses, as if struck by lightning, it lay down in César's arms and began to cry.

César: "..."

As expected, it is better not to overhumanize the brain.

The father and son were quiet for a while in the small mech operation room, and followed the large army into the air.

César clenched his fists nervously, with sweat dripping from his palms, looking at Lambert's back, hesitating for a moment: "Dad, how is Ellie?"

Lambert didn't ask him why he was here, and replied curtly: "It's okay."

From the time Cesare was very young, Lambert said very little.

He was different from an ordinary father. Apart from teaching him how to control the mech and the necessary fighting skills in school, Ellie was with César the rest of the time.

César always thought that his father didn't like him when he was a child. It wasn't until he had an accident at the age of 15 that he realized that Lambert didn't like him, but because he loved his wife and son deeply, so he didn't dare to get too close .

His pupil color and hair color are exactly the same as those of Bei Lin, and it will always remind him of Bei Lin, and when he thinks of those hatreds, the hatred for the council will be unstoppable, and some things will get out of control.

Cesare knew a little secret.

Back then, the orcs and some forces outside the territory were able to hit the Delan star, and Lambert was among them.

He recklessly taught the person who dared to be disrespectful to Ellie. Another reason was that he wanted to attract all the parliament's attention to the Leslie family and not pay attention to Lambert.

The father and son did not have any feelings for the alliance, but... this was what Lancelot wanted to protect.

César was very disturbed to see his father at the Allied base. After tearing off a dozen hairs from the fur ball, he said tactfully, "Dad, I really want to marry Lancelot."

The mech shook violently.

The Alliance had been driving mechas for decades, and for the first time in his life, he was mentally unstable and almost broke his spiritual connection with the mechas.

Cesare was stunned.

Lambert endured and endured, and finally resisted the urge to fight Lancelot with the laser cannon. He moved his youngest son to sit on the operating table with a sullen face, and looked at him seriously: "I don't think so." Don't think about it."

César was puzzled: "But I have already slept with him..."

With a sullen face, Lambert took out a doll and stuffed it into his son's hand, letting him play with it at ease.

César stared at his father's resolute profile, suddenly smiled, hugged the doll and sat obediently on the console.

Countless red dots appeared on the star map, which should be the alliance's team.

There were bursts of explosions outside, but Lambert's mecha was still stable. The worried old father was worried that his son would not be able to sit still, so he let the mecha avoid all energy fluctuations with ease, and easily deceived the allies, leading them to death .

César sat drowsily, even took out a lollipop and bit it boredly, listening to Micah whispering in his ear.

This short confrontation ended quickly. During this time, the alliance often made surprise attacks like this, which made the allied forces constantly tense and almost exhausted. Lambert took it for granted. Dun, staring at César who shouldn't be here, thinking whether to bring his son back to the Allied lair, or to inform his future son-in-law who doesn't want to admit him to take him back.

Although it seems that the alliance is not safe.

César blinked innocently.

Lambert covered his forehead and notified Lancelot unwillingly.

In his memory, César was always the child who stumbled to his side when he was just learning to walk, pulled his pants, raised his small face, bent his big eyes, and called him daddy in a milky voice .

He hasn't grown up yet, so why was he taken away?

In the returning team, one mecha was missing silently and it was not found. The Allied forces were really hopeless.

There are many people with real skills in the Allied Forces, but unfortunately the good and the bad are mixed, and the general mental retardation has lowered the level.

Seeing that the return journey was not right, César sat up straight nervously. Just as he wanted his father not to inform Lancelot, he saw a silver mecha flying towards him quickly and stopped outside.

There was an imperceptible tremor in César's voice: "Dad..."

Those who were cheated just now are enemies, you can't cheat your son like this.

It's a pity that the ruthless father just took a look at him, connected the docking port, carried him decisively into the silver mecha, turned around and flew back.

César sat silent for a while, bit the lollipop into pieces, and said expressionlessly, "Micah, you're lying, Lambert doesn't love me at all."

The Union Marshal, who was waiting at the dock with his arms folded, had a cold expression on his face. It was rare that he didn't show a smile. After looking at Lambert and nodding, he picked up Cesare and walked back to the operating room.

He smoothly placed the man on the console, stuffed the doll in his arms, peeled off a new lollipop and stuffed it in his mouth, finally breathed fire, pointed at his forehead and cursed:

"If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles! Who taught you to lie at such a young age! Who told me a few days ago that you have safely arrived at the hometown of the orcs? Turn around and sneak here to play! Do you know where this is? Is this a place where children play in mud!"

The Alliance Marshal was extremely angry, but fortunately he didn't just take off Cesar's pants and hit him.

César was not afraid of being yelled at by him, but was afraid of spanking, and was very satisfied with the status quo, sitting obediently with the doll in his arms, listening to him scolding himself for a long time without repeating a word, and perfunctory "uh huh huh huh" absent-mindedly.

His gaze fell directly on the marshal's face, which had not been properly shaved and had some stubble on it, after more than ten days of thinking about dealing with the allied forces.

Some people are born with this advantage. They bear the special favor of the Creator. They are obviously slovenly, but they look more interesting. The military uniform is neat, the eyebrows are handsome, and the gestures are mature and steady.

Lancelot lectured for ten minutes, and César stared at him for ten minutes. Finally, he got tired of listening to it. He waved away his hands that were pointing at him in excitement with a cold face, and put his arms around his neck. , leaned forward and kissed him on the chin.

Lancelot's preaching voice froze.

Cesare blinked and kissed his cheek again.

Lancelot barely held on.

César clicked his tongue, touched the tip of his nose, this time a light kiss landed on the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "I miss you so much."

The chattering Lord Marshal immediately fell silent, and if he hadn't had a bit of backbone, he would have almost knelt down.

Lu Xi sneered, sat side by side with Maoqiu, and said, "Qixi, this time I persisted until the third round."

Mao Qiu sighed: "...I have never seen such an unprincipled person."

Lancelot turned a deaf ear to the words of the two brains, and glared fiercely at César, covering the back of his head with his big hand, holding the tip of his tongue, deepening the instant kiss just now.

Mingming was so excited that he wanted to tear off his clothes and put him under his body, but he quickly ended the kiss and let go of the child whose breathing was not stable.

César was sitting on the operating table, and still had to look up to see Lancelot's face clearly.

Lancelot stood in front of him, propping one hand on the cold operating table, narrowing his eyes slightly, feeling extremely oppressive: "All children who disobey will be beaten."

Cesar stared at him warily.

"But since it was sent by my father-in-law, I won't fight." Lancelot patted his head, "Why did you come here? Why don't you wait for me to go back and propose?"

César was snoring comfortably, but he didn't show it with a cold face: "Micah said that you are setting a flag, and there are eight or nine times out of ten you won't be able to go back."

Getting no response, he raised his head again and looked at his marshal without hesitation: "That's why I'm here."

Just like when he heard the news of Lancelot's death last time, he rushed here without hesitation.

Lancelot's last bit of anger dissipated, and he looked at César in surprise, his eyes slowly darkened.

His Cesare has grown up completely, even more beautiful than the most beautiful galaxy and gorgeous spiral arms.

No matter how you look at it, it is not enough.

Time seems to have passed for a long time.

For the little prince who is desperate to protect himself, there must be a more positive expression.

Lancelot bent down, hugged his little prince, and smiled helplessly and softly: "Okay, Comrade Cesare, welcome to fight side by side with me."

César rubbed his neck, touched his hair skillfully, felt the softness of the hair, and rolled his eyes comfortably: "Is there something missing in your words?"

Lancelot added with a smile: "It's an honor."