It was a 9-on-2 battle, and with the addition of Tang Lang, a new force, the resistance of the two Onikiri mechas, which had lost all intention to fight, was no longer as ferocious as before.
When Tang Lang, under the cover of Shen Chengfeng and Yuchi Jian, shot and blasted the cockpit of the weaker Onikiri, Fukuhara turned around and ran away, no longer the elite majesty of the Jiepen Royal Special Mecha Regiment.
But it has to be said that the 9th generation mecha is really powerful. The engine that consumes a lot of power to raise the energy shield can still provide the Onikiri mecha with a speed of more than 200 yards, which is beyond the reach of Qin warriors and Tang warriors.
But Fukuhara was still desperate after all.
Although Yang Lin, who came out with a knife from 800 meters away, was no match for him, how could a Major of the Secret Service be an easy person to serve as a guard for an academician of the Academy of Sciences? Even on the battlefield, he could fight with Captain Jipeng for a long time.
A good player. Dragging him until the three major masters on the battlefield come to him at this time is a simple matter.
Captain Jie Pen, whose true strength has not yet reached the intermediate level, is treated well enough, and is besieged by four Southwest Federation intermediate level mecha divisions who are currently the strongest on Lafite.
Even the Onikiri mecha that controls a generation ahead of him is still at a disadvantage in combat power, not to mention that he has no fighting spirit now and only wants to escape. His actual combat power has barely reached 70%. It didn't take long before he was defeated.
The four people who attacked hand in hand were covered in wounds with one blow and one with one blow. If Tang Lang hadn't wanted to test the majesty of the 9th generation mecha, he would have killed them on the spot.
Fukuhara, who was beaten extremely miserably, probably figured out his opponent's intentions. He touched the self-destruct button that had been ejected in the Onikiri mecha several times, but he retracted it several times.
Since ancient times, the only option is death! What's more, it's not that our army doesn't work hard but that there are too many opponents!
Tang Lang is of course very clear about his opponent's mentality of "wanting to live but unable to let go of the pride he once held in his heart". He doesn't press too hard but doesn't try to persuade his opponent to surrender. From time to time, he uses a ship-breaking gun to look at one thing and lose the other.
The armor and breastplate scratched through, cutting a long gap.
Until Fukuhara finally made a decision, he roared in despair: "Surrender, I surrender, please treat me as a prisoner of war!"
The four mechas stopped attacking in unison.
"I'll give you 20 seconds to get out of the cockpit!" Tang Lang ordered coldly.
"No! Unless you swear in the name of your Chinese ancestors that you will treat me as a prisoner of war, I will not surrender." Fukuhara opened his helmet, his eyes turned red, and he roared.
"I, Tang Lang, swear in the name of all the ancestors of all the descendants of the Tang family under this starry sky for thousands of years, that I will give you formal prisoner-of-war treatment." Tang Lang said in a deep voice after being silent for a few seconds.
Shen Chengfeng took a strange look at Tang Lang, who had no expression on his face in the video, and hesitated to speak.
The Southwest Federation, which respects tradition more and more, rarely uses its ancestors from the same clan as the backdrop for oaths. If one violates one's oath, one's reputation will not be so good.
What's more, it's for a Jipeng! In Shen Chengfeng's opinion, there is no need at all. The ghost-cutting mecha is certainly good, but who knows what settings the Jipeng will put in the brain? Anyway, if he hadn't checked it thoroughly, he
Shen Chengfeng would not sit in hastily.
To put it bluntly, Shen Chengfeng has no feelings about capturing such a Jiepen. If possible, a dead Jiepen is a good Jiepen.
After hearing the assurance from the opposite mecha, Fukuhara's crazy eyes were relieved, and he slumped down on the driver's seat. After a while, he pressed the button, and the lights in the Onikiri mecha cabin went out, and the engine was completely shut down. At the same time, his abdomen
The armor slid open to both sides, the driver's seat slid down, the soft material ramp protruded from Onikiri's abdomen, and Captain Jiepen stepped out of the mecha.
Tang Lang, who jumped out of the Tang Warrior, narrowed his eyes. After thousands of years, those short-legged people still pay so much attention to details! In this regard, the Southwest Federation is undoubtedly more rough. The mecha masters have to rely on the upper and lower mechas.
Climbing. However, that is obviously more practical. If you had time to wait for the ramp to pop up, you would have jumped into the mecha.
Besides, mechas are originally meant for warriors, not sissies.
"I am Makoto Fukuhara, captain of the Jeppon Royal Special Mecha Regiment. I hereby hand over my landline and gun. Please keep your promise." Facing Tang Lang who was standing still, Captain Jeppon, who was wearing combat uniform, glanced at him.
The three mechas that were watching eagerly around them strode past, lowered their heads heavily, and handed their guns towards Tang Lang.
Tang Lang took the gun and glanced at Captain Jiepen, who had his eyelids lowered. He didn't say anything, but strode towards the Onikiri mecha.
He did not see a sharp look flashing in Fukuhara's lowered eyelids.
"This is the 9th generation mecha! It's the first time I've seen one that works, so I have to take a good look." Tang Lang circled around Onikiri, climbed up the gangway, and stuck his head into the belly of the mecha to take a look.
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Captain Jiepen, who lowered his head to hide the stern look in his eyes, did not see it. Tang Lang held his hand on the armor plate of the Onikiri, and he threw a small, smooth ball into the belly of the Onikiri mecha.
How do you say this? Are we talking about sharing the same bed with different dreams, or are we talking about different things? Anyway, it’s not appropriate. I can only say that these two are not good birds, and they are both trying to trick each other to death.
Only the hob meat was still connected to the brain waves, chattering endlessly in Tang Lang's mind: "Come out, you only have this little success, a little hot chick is worth it. I risked a handful of popcorn to help you find a bomb?"
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"Oh shit, little Jie Peng really has no good intentions!" Within 2o seconds, Hoo Daoru started yelling. "You have to be grateful for the existence of me, otherwise as long as your child dares to come up, he will definitely
Will be blown into popcorn!"
Hearing what Hobrourou said, Tang Lang, who was wandering below, jumped straight into the belly of the aircraft. The sunken seat rose and brought Tang Lang to the control panel. He said in a deep voice: "Turn on the machine and charge it!"
Seeing the ugly compound eyes of the Onikiri mecha begin to glow with blue light, Fukuhara turned his head and had an almost uncontrollable grin on his face.
Oh my god, he's out of his mind again! Cold sweat fell from the foreheads of the three people not far away from each other.
Regardless of whether they saw Captain Jiepen's face or not, they didn't have the guts to rashly get into the enemy's mecha and turn it on.
"Hey, hey, you kid didn't even ask me what kind of mechanism the kid made. How did I do it?" I originally planned to install a hob, but when I saw Tang Lang, all his mind was on the control panel of the Onikiri mecha.
, but didn’t give him a chance to show off at all, I couldn’t help it anymore.
"It's nothing more than the brain detecting genetic incompatibility of non-certified drivers, and it will self-destruct as soon as it is turned on!" Tang Lang replied casually while trying to operate the keyboard and joystick. "If you are even this primitive,
If you can’t handle the small settings of society, why are you talking to me about the Yanyun Galaxy-level intelligent brain?”
"It makes sense." The fat white man simulated by Hobmeat touched his head on the big screen, and then asked in a very inquisitive manner: "What if I am a scumbag and can't get it done!"
"That's just right, you activate some bullshit protection regulations again and send me back." Tang Lang rolled his eyes. "Anyway, you have stolen a lot of energy now, and the ball is all green."
"I feel like you're swearing."
"That's because you are mentally unhealthy."
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While talking to Hobrou, Tang Lang's hand also slid over the control panel of the Onikiri mecha. Although the Onikiri mecha was made by Jie Peng, the controls were similar to those of Tang Samurai.
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Then, Onikiri just started to move his hands, feet, and twist...
Then, with a few people's gazes frozen, and the heavy rain turning into a drizzle, they danced a retro dance.
Break dancing was performed by Tang Lang's father after he was drunk.
He said that he learned it from a comrade from the capital on a rare sunny day. However, before he finished learning the dance, his comrade, who was basking in the warm sun with a smile on his face, fell to the ground.
Under a cold gun fired from three hundred meters away.
The sun is warm; the blood is also hot; tears are hot. Only the heart is cold.
They said that people don't shoot when they are basking in the sun. Tang Lang still remembers the way his father cried like a child after dancing.
Captain Jiepen suddenly raised his face, as if he had seen a ghost.