In order to encircle and suppress Ran Ling, the Imperial rebel forces, who had already arrived outside the atmosphere of the Obstruction Planet, 6 continued to invest a large number of mechs and heavy armored troops into the green sea.

While the Governor's Palace, which controls the planet's surface, despite its mighty military, has been silenced, the rebel forces can sweep across the planet. However, before that ghost mecha, in the sea of mulberry trees that alternated day and night, these mechs and heavy armored units suddenly felt that they had changed from the role of hunters to the targets of hunting, and they panicked. until his heart is shaken, and he trembles with fear.

Early in the morning and dusk, on a cold and wet rainy night or in the middle of a dreary sun, the mechs or heavy armor of the rebel units seem to be under attack all the time.

The mulberry leaves shook the shadows in the wind. A few cunning rabbits fled in panic among the weeds, and those mechas that were on reconnaissance missions or left alone were instantly destroyed by the thunder of the ghost mecha, and then were dismantled into wreckage all over the ground in a very miserable manner, looking like they had been devoured by primitive barbarians who believed in demons.

Several times, the rebel army came infinitely close to surrounding the ghost mech, but the ghost mech disappeared silently from the spot by some means, leaving only the same and boring sound of the sea of mulberry trees rustling to the point of numbness, as if mocking the futility of these people.

There are more and more rebel mecha destroying in the encirclement and suppression operation, none of the mecha can dodge or even just resist the sneak attack of the ghost mecha for a few seconds, and when it encounters the other party, it is death, this kind of curse-like shadow envelops the entire encirclement and suppression force, and then thinking of the identity and legend of the person in the ghost mecha cockpit, the spirit of the rebels can't help but jump to the extreme, and it may break at any time.

It's called Peach Itch, but the fuselage is painted with a modified wolf tooth mecha that represents the imperial family, and it walks through the dense and rich green mulberry forest like a ghost.

Most of the metal boxes hanging densely in the joints have been blown up, 70% of the original gold armor has long since collapsed, replaced with armor picked out from nowhere, and the armor still clearly leaves traces left by the alternating use of high-temperature cutting guns and welding guns, and the lines of spraying engine oil on the outer armor like beggar's clothes, plus the damage marks left by those fierce battles, it looks like a galaxy painting known for its ugliness and rage.

The Peach Burial Mecha, which had nothing to contribute in terms of aesthetics, is now more like a walking pile of metal garbage than ever before.

The internal components of the mecha have been repaired countless times, and I don't know how many times the parts have been replaced, and the parts that have been temporarily replaced are helplessly wearing themselves out, and there is a low grinding sound of sadness.

The two slender mechanical legs with a height of nearly three meters cannot ensure the absolute high-precision dynamic balance because of the collection of the spherical joint adaptive wedge mechanical pile of two different standard mechas.

Let this mecha that seems to collapse at any time move, close to striking countless times, but then roaring in a low voice again, and even able to support the fierce battle for many nights in a row, it is naturally thanks to the mechanic jointly trained by the Federal Fruit Shell Company and Uncle Feng Yu.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, the joys and sorrows of the Federation and the Imperials are diametrically opposed, but fortunately, the two sides have absolutely similar thinking patterns and incomprehensible same units of measurement and design concepts, and even the operation of the simple maintenance arm seems to be the same.

Even with the interpretation of Huai Cao's poem, Xu Le couldn't fully understand the technical parameters on the Imperial Mecha components, but when his hands touched the cold handle of the maintenance arm and pressed the electric switch, he began to become familiar with everything related to machinery, or metal.

And fix it.

He even used limited components to modify a rebel motor armor station that the Peach Miasma mecha had defeated, and although it failed to successfully invade the rebels' command system, the electrical shielding ability of the Peach Itch mecha was greatly improved.

When the transformation was completed, Xu Le remembered the really powerful electricity expert he had seen, remembered Gu Xifeng's fat ten fingers, and silently measured in his heart that in the ordinary combat unit sequence, the technical level of the Imperial Electricity was far worse than that of the Federation.

The rebels encircled and suppressed the troops in the mulberry sea. Shocked and even terrified, the Peach Itch mecha is like a ghost, it seems that there will never be mechanical problems, no matter how many fierce battles it has experienced, it will still be intact when it appears next time, although this ghost mecha seems to be getting more and more dilapidated, but the combat effectiveness shown has not decreased in the slightest.

The rebels couldn't understand how they had done this, even if the staff officer had deduced something from the moon wolf mechs that had been torn to pieces. But it's still hard to believe that there are people in this universe who can complete these repairs that require expensive and heavy equipment in this absolute agricultural area, not to mention that the other party uses all the parts of the Moon Wolf Mecha when repairing!

The officers of the rebel army gradually developed the illusion that His Highness was not fighting alone, and that there seemed to be a large logistics base in the vast sea of mulberry trees in this rich green forest, providing a steady stream of powerful support for His Highness's ghost mecha.

But this sea of mulberry trees has been swept away by the rebels, where is there a possibility of a large logistics base?

Huai Caoshi did not express any evaluation of the level of mechanics that Xu Le had shown these days, and there was not even a trace of emotion on his ordinary cheeks, but his heart was already shaking.

She knew that the Federation was a very powerful soldier and even qualified to fight a fair battle with her, but she didn't care about all this. The extremely strong strength and self-confidence were enough to support her contempt for Xu Le, but she had to feel admiration when she saw that the Peach Itch Mecha had forcibly supported the high-intensity battle for so many days under this person's seemingly ordinary hands.

In addition to admiration, there is a strong vigilance, and in addition to vigilance, it is the same incomprehension as those rebel officers.

The Federation's research on mecha is not much ahead of the empire, and the industry level determines the level of operation, Huai Caoshi can't figure out how this person can practice such incredible machine repair skills, does this kind of thing also pay attention to talent?

(Watch the ball, watch the ball, that's all.) I forgot to say it yesterday.,Make up for it today.,I think it's pretty cool after reading what I wrote in the past two days.,Is the excitement threshold lower?haha。 It's been a long time since I've been engaged in narcissism, and now I'm damaging my character for Spain."

: Just something, waving a small handkerchief and insisting resentfully, celebrating more than one year and the guest are good titles. ）（