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.

When it started. He didn't know where the tension was coming from. Until the ground under his knees suddenly began to tremble slightly. In front of you, in a red mill shrouded in night. There was a faint sizzling sound, and I 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 Itch mecha to be able to support it, 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 a while, confirming that His Highness's mech had lost all of its mobility.

In fact. His Highness's impressive mech, with countless metal boxes hanging from its joints, looking like a pile of metal garbage, had just been lying quietly and helplessly on its side by the stream behind the Red Mill. 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 is the latter question before the end of the life of the emperor ** official Nasong.

In the middle of the night, at the Red Mill by the creek in the sea of mulberry trees, 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, rising high with a violent roar, crashing through the humble house, and shaking the sky full of smoke and dust.

At this critical juncture when the situation was turning around, there was a moment when time stood still. In this immeasurably short time clip, in the dim cockpit of the peach miasma mecha and full of the smell of inferior engine oil, Xu Le's eyes were extremely bright, and his gaze penetrated the light curtain in front of him. Staring at the back in front of the soft and crumbling 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 the command, the Taotan Quanjia will raise the huge mechanical foot and trample the opponent into a pulp.

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

The Taoyi mecha has been repaired, and now the power output has been restored to 37 percent, if he can kill the person in front of him with one blow, Xu Le is sixty percent sure of avoiding the siege of these rebels, and driving the Taoyi Miasma into the vast Songhai night.

However, although the person he wanted to kill had been standing with his back to the Taomei mecha and facing the window, his hands had 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.

Just a glance. Xu Le suddenly felt that the two blood holes above the swollen shoulder bone 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.

Who is betting on it, the chips are each other's life and death.

Xu Le's bright eyes suddenly disappeared. Suppressing the impulse with a blank face, he entered the simulacrum command with his right hand. Opened the hatch of the Moshu mecha.

The Imperial Rebels' mecha group reacted quickly enough, and when they appeared unusual, the Moon Wolf Quanjia, who had been in a state of alarm, began to roar and pounce, and at the same time, the ranged weapons on the mechanical arm were about to fire, but they were still the mecha and the person.

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

Huai Caoshi stood in front of the window expressionlessly, the window skills were gradually shattered, and the walls were gradually decaying. The scene around her seemed to be a rout of time and advance, and she looked indifferently at Nasson, who had not yet had time to retract his stunned expression. Jumping on the ground with both feet, the air flow shot densely, and the body swept backwards.

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

The hatch of the Peach Itch Mecha behind her had opened.

She was like a king returning to the throne of power. Returned to his seat

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The roaring and sharp sound of Gath's guns and cannons sounded, the mulberry trees in the three sides in front of the Red Mill were severely cut by sharp shrapnel, the white stubble was sharp and protruding, 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 point. The soldiers in the rebel mechs know that they have done extremely good intelligence preparations. But there is still no way to get access to the ammunition ratio data of His Highness's mechas, and even the ammunition data they have has "fake data deliberately transmitted by the intelligence department led by His Highness!"

Because of this, a fatal intelligence error, the rebel mecha group did not expect that His Highness's peach itch mecha actually had such an astonishing amount of ammunition. The encirclement was suddenly crushed by a small opening.

Of course, the reason for the fatality of 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 activated, why did it reactivate when it was fatal?

The shrapnel was flying, mixed with the screeching sound of the heavy mecha roaring and stepping on the ground, and after the peach gall mecha suddenly became powerful, the rebel mecha "and even Xu Le in the peach itch cockpit thought that Huai Caoshi would choose to retreat high after this wave of onslaught, jump over the stream behind the mill, and devote herself 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, it was not what everyone expected. Huai Caoshi, who took over the control authority of the peach itch mecha, chose a direct path strongly.

When the rebel mechs on both wings lifted and approached the creek, the peach itch mech rushed straight ahead!

The red mill collapsed to the ground. The walls were shattered into smoke and dust under the onslaught of bullets, and under the starlight, the smoke and dust on the walls resembled an itchy mist of dew on pink peach petals.

The peach miasma mecha roared through this red itch, the alloy body sandwiched between cold and hot was wrapped in a trace of smoke and dust, and with a degree that was not clear 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 high in the manipulator, dancing with starlight and red smoke and dust.

Like a huge and terrifying peach blossom.

The peach miasma is poisonous, and the peach petals are unstoppable. Die by dipping.

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 wind blew, the Red Mill had become a ruin, and the smoke and dust were gradually falling, and the emperor named Nasong was crushed to death by the wall below, his eyes were wide and refused to close, and the peach mecha had long been gone.

There was silence in the peachy cockpit. The lights are dim, and only the constant ups and downs indicate that the mech is running high.

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 fix the peach itch for me like today, even if you can only maintain thirty percent of the power output, I can also clear all the rebel mecha in this Songhai."

Humans are first-order machines.

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

"There is no such possibility. After coughing twice, he replied hoarsely, "You have to admit that you are lucky this time, it just so happens that there are enough parts in that warehouse, and the core parts of Peach Itch are not damaged, and the miniature repair arm is still working."

"But even if you can always find enough parts in this agricultural area, this repair can't last indefinitely. Agricultural machinery replaces sophisticated military mechs, and even if they can be activated, as long as the mecha engine is rotating, the severe wear and tear between the components will continue, and it will become more and more severe until the structure bursts apart. ”

Silence in the cockpit was again restored. As a machine warlord, although Huai Caoshi is far inferior to Xu Le in terms of machine repair, she must also have some research, she knows that Xu Le's judgment is correct, this person's repair is 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. Looking at her side face, he 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. ”

"Is this method still usable?" asked Huai Caoshi.

"It's all Imperial mechs, and they should be easy to use. 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 itch mecha in the vast mulberry sea ushered in a ghost, a cold, powerful and greedy mecha ghost. (To be continued)