"Facts, what facts?"

Huai Caoshi's eyes narrowed suddenly. Immediately said lightly: "There is no fact, how can the nobles who only show greedy eyes in the dark night hurt His Majesty the Emperor?"

Nasson didn't hear His Highness's answer clearly, because his pupils, which were shrinking sharply, had been caught by the scene in front of him.

At first, he didn't know where the tension in his heart came from, until the ground suddenly began to tremble slightly under his knees, and there was a faint sizzling sound in the red mill in front of him, which was shrouded in night, and he understood what was happening at this moment.

Impossible, after more than ten days of crazy and reckless machine battle pursuit, it is impossible for His Highness's peach miasma mecha to be able to support it at all, there is no military base, no factory, and not even an automated assembly line in this vast Songhai. Before besieging the Red Mill, his mech unit had been carefully monitoring for some time, confirming that His Highness's mech had lost all of its mobility.

In fact, His Highness's impressive new mech, with countless metal boxes hanging from its joints, looked like a pile of metal junk, and had been lying quietly and helplessly on its side by the stream behind the Red Mill just now. It's like a real pile of metal junk.

Why did this pile of metal garbage suddenly move?

He froze in place, still kneeling on one knee, looking up at the tall shadow in front of him, a shadow as heavy as tens of millions of tons of steel, and his body suddenly stiffened.

This was the last question before the end of the life of the emperor ** official Nazon.

In the deep night at the Red Mill on the banks of the Mulberry Sea Stream, the group of mechs of the Imperial Rebels watched in shock as the terrifying mecha like a demon god woke up from the dead silence and returned from hell, standing up at high speed with a violent roar, crashing through the humble house, and shaking the sky full of smoke and dust.

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At this critical juncture when the situation took a turn for the worse, there was a moment when time stood still. In this immeasurably short time clip, in the dim cockpit full of the smell of inferior engine oil, Xu Le's eyes were unusually bright, and his gaze penetrated the light curtain in front of him, staring at the back in front of the soft and broken mill.

That person's back was a little thin, and she usually gave people a feeling of invincibility, but at the moment she looked so thin and fragile under the feet of the heavy metal mecha.

As long as the fingertips output commands, the Peach Miasma Mecha will raise its huge mechanical feet and trample the opponent into a pulp.

The most powerful and dangerous enemy of the Federation, because of this difficult opportunity to copy, suddenly became an ant that could easily be trampled to death, and this temptation was really hard to resist.

The Peach Miasma Mecha has been repaired, and now the power output has been restored to thirty-seven percent, if it can kill the person in front of it with one blow. Xu Le was sixty percent sure of avoiding the siege of these rebels, and drove the peach miasma into the vast Songhai night.

However, although the person he wanted to kill the most had his back to the peach miasma mecha and stood facing the window, his hands had always been behind his back.

In the palms of those hands, which were not strong but were a little delicate, a remote control device was radiating a faint light.

With just a glance, Xu Le suddenly felt that the two blood holes above his shoulder blades began to hurt violently, and it seemed that the next moment the blood and bones would burst and turn into a miserable corpse.

The other party didn't press the remote control, just imagining it made people feel cold.

In the dangerous encirclement, Xu Le in the cockpit of the mecha and Huai Caoshi in the shadow of the mecha still set a gamble in such a short period of time.

Whose chips are gambling is each other's life and death.

Xu Le's bright eyes suddenly narrowed, he suppressed the impulse expressionlessly, and quickly entered the simulacrum command with his right hand, opening the hatch of the peach miasma mecha.

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The reaction of the Imperial rebels' mecha group was enough When they noticed something unusual, the moon wolf mecha that had been in a state of vigilance began to roar and pounce, and at the same time, the long-range weapons on the mechanical arm were about to fire, but they were still fast with the mecha and the man.

The peach miasma mecha broke through the red mill and suddenly turned into a shadow.

Huai Caoshi stood in front of the window expressionlessly, and the window lattice was gradually shattered. The walls were crumbling, and the scene around her seemed to be a rapid rout of time speeding forward, and she looked indifferently at Nazon, who had not had time to retract her stunned expression, and jumped on the ground with both feet, and the air flow shot densely, and her body quickly swept backwards.

After more than a dozen days and nights of pursuit, the light-colored silk robe stained with large blood stains had been badly damaged, and it spread out in all directions as she flew backwards, like an ancient robe of a god flying among the stars.

The hatch of the peach miasma mech behind her had opened.

She returned to her seat like a king returning to the seat of power.

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The roaring and sharp sound of intensive gunfire from Gart guns sounded, the mulberry trees on the three sides in front of the Red Mill were severely cut off by sharp shrapnel, the white new wood stubble was sharp and prominent, and the sawdust was splashed everywhere, and sparks suddenly appeared on the body of the rebel mecha group that was suddenly attacked, and the dull and violent sound of being shot was deafening.

Until this time, the soldiers in the rebel mecha knew that although they had made extremely adequate intelligence preparations, they still had no way to access the ammunition ratio data of His Highness's mecha, and even the ammunition data they had might be a fake data deliberately transmitted by the intelligence department led by His Highness!

Because of this fatal intelligence mistake, the rebel mecha group didn't expect that His Highness's peach miasma mecha actually had such an astonishing amount of ammunition, and the encirclement was suddenly crushed.

Of course, the most lethal reason for the situation at this time still makes them puzzled, this has nothing to do with intelligence, this peach miasma mecha has obviously been seriously damaged and cannot be started, why did it re-move at the most critical time?

Shrapnel flies. Mixed with the screeching sound of the heavy mecha roaring through the ground at high speed, after the peach miasma mecha suddenly became powerful, the rebel mecha ...... Even Xu Le in the peach miasma cockpit thought that Huai Caoshi would choose to retreat at high speed after this wave of onslaught, jump over the stream behind the mill, and devote himself to the night that could hide everything.

Therefore, the ten mechs on the flank of the rebel mecha team roared towards the stream, they knew His Highness's almost invincible mecha combat strength, and knew the terrifying maneuvering ability of the peach miasma mecha, if they didn't advance in advance, they couldn't intercept the other party at all.

However, to everyone's surprise, Huai Caoshi, who took over the control of the peach miasma mecha, chose a more direct path strongly.

When the rebel mechs on both wings advanced towards the creek at high speed, the peach miasma mechs rushed straight ahead!

The red mill collapsed to the ground, and the walls were shattered into smoke and dust under the starlight, which resembled a miasma of air from pink peach petals.

The peach miasma mecha roared through this red miasma, the cold and hot alloy fuselage was wrapped in a trace of smoke and dust, and at a speed that was not visible to the naked eye, it indifferently attacked the rebel mecha group in front, and with a snort, the multi-layer forged alloy gun about five meters long choked out of the box, rotating at high speed in the manipulator, dancing with starlight and red smoke and dust.

Like a huge and terrifying peach blossom.

Peach miasma is poisonous. The peach petals are unstoppable, and they will die if they touch them.

The rebel mecha that stopped in front of this mecha named Peach Miasma flashed with the red shadow, and they all fell down and exploded!

In the mulberry forest full of the smell of burnt, six Imperial Moon Wolf mecha were lying on the ground miserably, their outer armor was torn and warped, electric sparks were flying everywhere, and two of the knocked down mecha did not completely lose power, and the metal joints made a loud noise, driving the mechanical arm to contract in vain and even with some sadness, like a dying patient.

The night breeze blows. The Red Mill has become a ruin, the smoke and dust are gradually falling, the emperor named Nasong is crushed to death by the fallen wall, his eyes are wide and refuse to close, and the peach miasma mecha has long been gone.

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There was silence in the cockpit, the lights were dim, and only the constant ups and downs indicated that the mecha was running at high speed.

After breaking through the encirclement of the mecha group, Huai Caoshi did not retaliate against Xu Le for the trace of killing intent revealed in the peach miasma mecha behind her in the very short period of time before, and after a long silence, she suddenly said: "If you can repair the peach miasma for me like today, even if you can only maintain thirty percent of the output power, I can clear all the rebel mecha in this Songhai." ”

Humans are the first machines.

Hearing Huai Caoshi's calm and confident judgment, Xu Le suddenly thought of what his uncle had said, Her Royal Highness the princess never seemed to feel tired, the strength in her body would never be exhausted, and her spirit would always be able to maintain a high intensity of concentration, just like a cold machine, but she ...... It's human after all.

"There is no such possibility. He coughed twice, then replied hoarsely, "You have to admit that you were lucky this time, there were enough parts in that warehouse, and the core parts of the peach miasma were not damaged, and the miniature repair arm was still usable." ”

"But even if you can always find enough parts in this agricultural area, this repair can't last indefinitely, and even if you can start it, as long as the mech engine is rotating, the severe wear and tear between the components will continue until the structure bursts. ”

The cockpit was silent again, as a genius in machine warfare, although Huai Caoshi was far inferior to Xu Le in terms of machine repair, she must have also studied, she knew that Xu Le's judgment was correct, and this person's repair was shocking. But after all, it can only be temporarily replaced and supported for a period of time.

After a long silence, she spoke again and asked coldly, "A few hours ago in the Moulin Rouge, you told you how Li Pifu assassinated my grandfather. ”

Xu Le's eyes narrowed, he looked at her side face, and said: "Back then, the god of war traveled thousands of miles, lurking all the way, attacking the empire's lone mecha, and then replacing and repairing these broken mecha components. ”

"Does this method still work now?" asked Huai Caoshi.

"It's all Imperial mechs, and they should be better used. Xu Le replied with a smile.

"That's what to do. Huai Caoshi said, "I'm in charge of hunting down those traitors' mechs, and you're in charge of repairing them." ”

From this moment on, the rebels who were looking for the peach miasma mecha in the vast mulberry sea ushered in a ghost, a cold, powerful and greedy mecha ghost.