Joey stared intently at the "Xibo Tiger" mecha. Compared to the other person who spoke more roguely, Tang Lang, who had already demonstrated terrifying mecha control, was obviously more worthy of attention.
The expression on Joey's face was ferocious and confident at the same time.
This time, he is not fighting alone.
Behind him is Artest, who is not inferior to him. No one knows that the most terrifying thing about Poison Widow is not its 9th generation mecha itself, but the fact that he spent a lot of money to hire senior engineers to modify its control system.
Become an extremely rare two-person mecha in the world.
In the two-player control mode, the dual intelligence brains, which are far more powerful than the single intelligence brain of ordinary mechas, are almost equivalent to the price of an ordinary 9th generation mecha. Otherwise, he would not have spent a full 20 tons of blue.
Gold, purchased this powerful mecha at a price that is almost as high as the equipment of a mecha battalion.
Once two people who possess super mechas and are almost as strong as high-level mecha masters join forces, it will not be as simple as one plus one equals two. The Decepticons will even have the confidence to fight against high-level second-level or advanced first-level mecha masters.
In other words, these two shameless people in front of me are dead.
At least that's what Joey thought. Behind him, Artest also looked confident, pressing his fingers on the virtual keyboard glowing with blue light, waiting for the attack to start, and fatally hitting the polar bear mecha.
Their attention seems to be on the Xibohu mecha, but in fact all attacks focus on the polar bear mecha. Regardless of whether the opponent has really changed the mecha or fake it, the polar bear without the alloy shield is obviously easier to kill.
Some. Instead of injuring ten fingers, it is better to cut off one of them first. If you kill one, you don't have to worry about killing the other.
The two air pirate leaders are both extremely experienced in the battlefield.
Just as the "Lantula" mechas jumped closer to 50 meters, and saw that a battle was about to break out, a sudden roar came from the Xibohu mecha on the opposite side: "Mother's order, Dark Night No. 3, return to the team!"
"..." Joey tensed up and glanced left and right involuntarily. The speed of the running Wolf Spider mecha also slowed down involuntarily.
Sure enough, there are helpers, otherwise, how could these two "shameless" people get out and get beaten up so calmly? For the Decepticons, this is the most normal reaction.
Perhaps, when he had time to look back and look at the eyes of his personal bodyguard looking ahead in disbelief, he would feel something was wrong.
Even if there were helpers hidden, it would not surprise his personal bodyguard who had rarely seen any emotional changes in the past twenty years and whose face was like an eternal glacier with almost no unnecessary expression.
After being surprised, I became more determined.
Fingers slid across the virtual keyboard like wind, and the two hind limbs of the wolf spider suddenly flipped over, bouncing high like two scorpion tails.
Joey frowned slightly, showing his intention to attack at this moment. What the hell is Artest doing?
As soon as the idea emerged from my mind, a huge change came suddenly.
An alloy steel tip as thick as a child's arm suddenly poked out from the top of the two mechanical legs that bounced high. Under the lights of the fighting arena, which had not yet been extinguished, there was a frightening luster flowing, and they moved forward one after another with incomparable determination.
The first body part of the "Tarantula" mecha was stabbed away.
The level 6 armor was strong enough. The first mechanical leg stabbed extremely decisively, causing sparks to fly. It only shattered a piece of level 6 armor, but the huge reaction force bounced the mechanical leg high.
Joey was stunned by the violent impact, his eyes flashed with disbelief, he turned his head suddenly, and roared heartbreakingly: "Artai, you actually..."
However, his roar could not replace the armor, nor the energy shield. The second mechanical leg then stabbed, following the gap in the armor that had just been shattered by the first stab.
With a crisp "chi" sound, the tops of the thick but extremely sharp mechanical legs pierced into the cockpit of the mecha.
The roar of the Decepticons was instantly silenced.
In the cockpit, Joey stared blankly at the light blue alloy thorn that penetrated from his back and emerged from his chest. The fierceness in his eyes was gone, replaced by full of heartache and confusion.
He knew he couldn't survive, even if there was a medical cabin. The alloy thorn, which was as thick as a child's arm and synthesized with more than 70% blue gold, was sharp enough to pierce level 6 armor, and stabbed his heart directly.
became shattered.
Is the piece of blood-red flesh hanging on the tip of the thorn the heart?
However, this was not the answer he wanted to know most at the moment.
His heartache was not because his heart was completely broken, nor was it even heartache that he had been hiding it for a long time and was reluctant to bring out the ultimate killing move, which failed to kill his opponent, but was used on him. He was just heartbroken and confused as to why he followed him.
Why did Artest, who had been with him for twenty years, act violently and hurt others at this moment when he trusted him the most?
It's a pity that he didn't wait for the answer.
The moment the "Tarantula" mecha stopped, Artest emerged from the cockpit at the back, jumped off the nearly two-story mecha, and strode towards Xibohu who inserted the alloy sword back into his back.
Stand erect, stand at attention, and salute!
The most standard Southwest Federation military salute!
"Report, former Second Lieutenant Taishan of the Third Squadron of the Dark Night Brigade of the Central Military Region has requested to return to the team! Please approve!"
"Permission to return to the team!" The breastplate of the Xibohu mecha opened, revealing Tang Lang who was returning the greeting in the mecha cabin behind.
"Yes!" Looking at Tang Lang who returned the same standard military salute, Taishan replied loudly.
"Welcome home, Dark Night 3!" Tang Lang jumped out of the mecha cabin and extended his hand to the stern and tough middle-aged man who was nearly 40 years old.
"Finally, can you go home?" The middle-aged man with a stern face held Tang Lang's hand, but tears suddenly burst into his eyes.
Tears slid down his strong face, dripped on his combat uniform, and then fell heavily into the dust.
"They are from the Southwest Federation!" Arthur, who had been shocked to the point of numbness by the successive incidents, stared blankly at the two men who exchanged military salutes and shook hands, and muttered to himself. "They are still regular troops!"
"Yes!" Although Owen was also shocked by this unexpected scene, he was much calmer than Arthur who was stunned, and his face was full of excitement. "Here they are.
They’re called Phoenix, but outside the Dark Star Territory, they’re called the Southwest Independent Group!”
"Sure enough, the Jiepen people are all reaching out here, how can the Southwest Federation give up!" Arthur looked bitter. "It's just that the Southwest Federation people are much more ruthless than the Jiepen people, and the Jiepen people are just...
Xiaojiazi was so angry that he sent out two mecha platoons, but they sent out an organic army!"
"Order your subordinates not to resist in vain, I can guarantee their safety!" Owen said sternly.
"Do I still have a choice?" Arthur shook his head with a wry smile and looked up at the violent explosions of fire in the space station in the surveillance video. "I just hope that Brother Owen, you will keep your word! If you are afraid that we will have
Threat, my brothers and I can leave, you just need to give us some mechas that can defend ourselves."
"Haha! That won't work!" Owen laughed heartily.
"Brother Owen, are you trying to burn down the bridge?" Arthur's expression changed, and there was fierce fire in his eyes. "Even if they are regular troops of the Southwest Federation, they can't even think of killing my brothers unless they pay an equal price."
"Where!" A smile flashed in Owen's eyes. "Brother Arthur, you and your brothers are powerful in combat. They are the strongest in the Lexar Space Station. Who knows about the Meteor Star Region? The commander of the Southwest Independent Regiment intends to use it.
I wonder if Brother Arthur is interested in selecting the best ones for adaptation. I can guarantee that Brother Arthur has at least the position of captain and company commander, maybe higher, but that depends on the commander's opinion."
"Can you really recruit me and my brothers? You won't dislike our identities?" Arthur's eyes flashed, but he was very moved.
Even though the position of captain and company commander promised by Owen is not high, and it is not as easy as being an air pirate, and he has to accept the constraints of military discipline, the benefits are many. Perhaps from now on, his descendants will not have to live in this precarious life.
The Dark Star Territory, where there is a sense of order, is heading to the Southwest Federation, where life is more stable.
Of course, the more practical reason is that this place is about to become the territory of the Southwest Federation. It would be an eye-opener for a defeated army like them to survive and not have to go to the mining star to dig mines for a lifetime, let alone continue to control it.
Wearing a mecha and becoming a warrior. It can be said that being recruited is the greatest luck.
"Hey, what's your identity? What the Independent Regiment needs is a soldier, not an identity. As long as you fight bravely, you can be awarded for meritorious service! As long as you become a soldier of the Independent Regiment, you will have the opportunity to immigrate your family members back to the Southwest Federation. This is what their commander promised
We are Hebrews." Owen smiled and said: "To tell you the truth, our Hebrew Presbyterian Council has agreed that little Jacob and I will lead 500 people to join the independent group, and at the same time transfer 200,000 people in advance.
The tribesmen go to their base star to live.”
"That being the case, what else is there to say?" Arthur finally made up his mind and stretched out his hand to Owen.
"Haha, welcome to join!" Owen said happily, and at the same time, he stretched out his hand and held Arthur's hand firmly.
In addition to being excited, the handsome face is also filled with pride.
How can you not be proud?
With his smooth tongue, he successfully deceived a commander-level air pirate to bring his subordinates to join him. Owen's role is comparable to that of a fully-organized mecha battalion. Thinking from the back seat, he also knows that in the
In the upcoming adaptation of Army of the Phoenix, he will gain the power and status he wants.
In the fighting ring.
Tang Lang, however, was unable to comfort the soldier who burst into tears upon hearing "Welcome home".
Home is the warmest harbor in a person's life! Who among the wandering wanderers doesn't want to go home? However, for him, his parents are no longer here, and home can only remain in his heart forever, even if it lasts for thousands of years.
Time passes.
But this soldier, codenamed "Dark Night No. 3", has been away from home for a long time, and even because of the environment, even when he misses home, tears can only remain in his heart.
Now, he can finally go home and shed tears on the anticipation of returning home.