Chapter 662: flagrant

Zheng Zhirong, who was leaping by nature, couldn't stand it at first, leaving his seat and dangling in the room.
Sun Youwei didn't stop him from letting him wander around, anyway, as long as they don't leave the room, they can do whatever they do without making a big move.
Shaking everyone was tired, and returned to their bed to adjust their spirits. As the time came to five o'clock, Chen Feng felt a slight vibration from the floor, presumably the second wave of mecha troops had been dispatched.
Zheng Zhirong couldn't stay any longer, got out of bed and got up and walked towards the door. It seemed that he wanted to go out.
"Stop, where are you going?" Sun Youwei immediately jumped off the bed to prevent Zheng Zhirong from leaving.
Zheng Zhirong turned around, put his hand on his stomach, and said innocently: "I'm hungry and want to eat."
Zheng Zhirong's reasons are very good. It is five o'clock in the afternoon, which is time for dinner. Sun Youwei has no reason not to let him go out for dinner.
So Sun Youwei once again ordered everyone to act together: "All get up, since Zhirong is hungry, then we all go to the cafeteria to eat."
"Okay." After being bored in the room, with sufficient energy reserves, Chen Feng was anxious to go out and walk around.
On the way to the canteen, Chen Feng saw from the surveillance images of the surrounding passages that dozens of mechas were rising from the ground and flying in a neat queue towards the border.
Chen Feng didn't know how much difference the starting order would bring, but he was helpless. Under the double pressure of Murong Nanbo and Sun Youwei, it was already commendable that they could get the opportunity to attack.
Zheng Zhirong suddenly blinked at Chen Feng during the meal, then put down his chopsticks and said loudly: "It's boring after a day of rest. Let's go to the training ground to exercise later?"
"This is okay, there is still a lot of time before nine o'clock, go to the training ground to pass it." Chen Fengxin understands that Zheng Zhirong is too boring to be idle. If you want to move your muscles and bones, you should help him.
Sun Youwei rebuffed, he didn't want to sprout branches on the knot that he was about to leave: "No, return to the room after eating, and wait quietly until nine o'clock before leaving."
Normal needs were rejected. This time even Nangong Mengdie couldn’t stand it. Sun Youwei was shocked:
We’ve taken a day’s rest. We want to warm up before we set off. Team Leader Sun will refuse even this. Isn't it a bit too much?"
"My cousin is right. We have accumulated enough energy throughout the day. We want to warm up beforehand if we need it." He Wenyong is also helping out. Having nothing to do all day will drive people crazy. If we let him go again. He couldn't stand it when he returned to the room.
The four team members all strongly expressed that they would go to the training ground to exercise. Sun Youwei couldn't cope with it. After thinking about it, he reluctantly agreed: "Okay, then we will go to the training ground, but you guys don't mess with me."
"We're just going to spend some excess energy. Team Leader Sun doesn't need to worry." Zheng Zhirong smiled when the goal was achieved. He really didn't have any other thoughts other than going back to the room to wait.
Sun Youwei followed up to the training ground step by step, standing aside with fear and watching the training of the four Chen Feng, in order to ensure that there would be no accident at the last moment, he himself did not practice for half a step and did not leave.
Fortunately, these team members were fairly safe, there was no abnormality on the way, and no one left the field midway, which made Sun Youwei worry for a while, and wondered whether these team members had changed and become so well-behaved.
This time Sun Youwei wronged his team members. Chen Feng and the four really wanted to vent their extra energy that was nowhere to be released. They were forced to rest in the room for a day by Sun Youwei. For those who have been specially trained, one day is enough for them to accumulate energy that can efficiently act for several days. It is not good not to use some.
Until about half past eight, Chen Fengsi finished the training and returned to the room to take a bath, cleaned up and ready to go.
Sun Youwei kept telling them to slow down and clean up a little bit by the side, mainly because he wanted them to delay more time.
However, no one paid any attention to him. Everyone solved it at their original speed. All of them arrived in the hangar before nine o'clock and boarded their mechas on standby.
Sun Youwei was helpless. He couldn't force his crew to rush to the hangar. If he did, he wouldn't want to be in the Southwest Military Region as long as he was reported.
Chen Feng paid special attention to the fact that all the mechas that were going to take part in the action were second-generation mechas. Only their team had four first-generation mechas, and standing together seemed extremely out of place.
"Murong Nanbo does not conceal his slanderous thoughts at all. Not to mention that such an important action is only given to us one generation of mechas. Even when we came back, the combat exploits gained by defeating the genesis organization mechas are enough for us to replace them with the second generation of mechas. It's A, he hasn't said it at all up to now." No matter how good the temper is, seeing this situation will make him angry, even Chen Feng can't help it.
Zheng Zhirong is eager for his hands. He can't wait to attack and reinforce: "I hope we can gain military exploits this time, and we will beat Murong Nanbo again to see how he ignores us."
"It's hard to say that we have been nine hours away from the first batch of mech troops. I hope that the dust won't settle when we arrive." Nangong Mengdie poured cold water on them, looking at the situation. They set off in the last wave, and it is difficult to get a chance to perform.
Chen Feng is an optimist, still holding hope firmly: "You can't let your fate, fight for it, maybe there will be a turnaround."
At nine o'clock, the last twenty mechas set off on time and left the main base in order. Sun Youwei played a little bit carefully and stayed at the end of the team to keep up. As a result, the four of Chen Feng could only follow. Behind him.
From this point, it was already pitch black outside, and every mech turned on the lighting equipment in front of him and flew towards the border.
"Everyone, slow down a little bit. The line of sight is not good at night. It is safe to avoid accidents." Just after leaving the base, Sun Youwei began to play tricks, trying to slow down the speed of the entire mecha unit.
Sun Youwei received a special communication from Murong Nanbo when he set off, instructing him to delay the reinforcements as much as possible, and it is best to never rush to the border.
The other mechas actually obeyed Sun Youwei's words, all lowered the output of their propellers, and flew forward slowly like a spring outing, without the tension before the war.
Everyone slowed down, and Chen Feng and the four were not better than they were driving ahead alone, so they had to slow down their mechas.
"Damn! What's the situation?!" Zheng Zhirong tried to break his head but didn't expect this to happen. Are these people joking about reinforcement orders?