Chapter 563: joy

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The Jeppeng army slowly gathered together and withdrew the base.
In the basin shrouded in smoke, only the craters, wreckage and corpses covered the ground, as well as the burning flames, telling the tragic battle.
Hundreds and thousands of Chakner soldiers stood on the blackened position, silent.
The sun shone on the men who were walking on the verge of life and death, walking in the rain of guns, bullets, and mechs.
The cold wind of early winter, blowing endless smoke. In the valley, it seemed that the sound of the cannon still echoed. Nose, as if you can still smell the burnt smell of thick smoke. But the battle is over.
Everyone, quietly looked at the picture in front of him.
The sky is full of winds and clouds, unpredictable. A red and blue military flag of Chuckner hunted and fluttered on the position. The army, the woman, wept in the man's solid and broad chest.
The man is crying. Tears and tears surging.
"Baby, be good ... don't pinch your waist."

"What ?! You let the little fart contain the whole armored battalion alone ?!"
In the temporarily vacant room inside the command bunker behind the position, Boswell jumped up and down, unable to find a stick around the world, and grabbed a gun by the wall.
The fat man flicked, jumped up and down, and waved his hands in a hurry: "Teacher, don't be impulsive."
Boswell looked down at the gun and raised his eyebrows.
"You old man think about it, his body was made by yourself," seeing the old man's bad eyesight, the fat man piled a flattered face: "On the basis of the things you gave him, how many people in this world have hurt him? Moreover. He already has an electronic system. He wants to come back, wants to leave this mountain area, and drills into the skynet system of Jeppen. Who can find him? "
Saying that, the fat man poked his Milan with his fingers and covered his mouth with flowers and trembling: "Sister, do you say that?"
Milan's appearance is lively and cheerful, and his temper is also strong, but in his bones, it is actually very supple.
For her, fat is her whole world. It was funny and distressed to see him standing sideways, his eyelids drooping, and a pitiful look at him. Cleanly approached Boswell's arm and coquettishly said: "Teacher, he can't help, the enemy is so dangerous ..."
As soon as he spoke, Milan's eyes turned red without warning.
I am often scared of fat people, and I do n’t know how long it will take. He really needs to be three long and two short, and he shouldn't live anymore.
"You didn't have a good time. You married a chicken ...." Boswell loved Milan the first time in his life. Looking at Milan, he couldn't help but stare at the fat man who shook his tail. Pig with pig! "
There was a smile on the fat man's face, and some disapproval in his heart.
These accounts must be counted among the little ass. I will see him pretending to be innocent and cute in the future. Look at the old man ...
For the old man, it is a priceless treasure, for the fat man, it is a little rabbit! I have held it in the mountains for more than 4000 years, and I have also held it to fineness!
The thought of the little fart boy being innocent in front of Boswell, grandpa and grandpa shouted at the old man's eyebrows, instead of squeezing the old man's face and ears, the fat man felt goose bumps.
"Hurry up and rest ... I wake up and I will tell you the right thing." Boswell always put the fat man in third place, and he felt distressed, but his face was flat. While talking, he walked towards the bunker hole: "I'll wait for the fart to come back."
Boswell went out and closed the explosion-proof cover. In the dim room, only the fat man and Milan were left.
"Baby ..." Fatty Dolphin.
Milan chuckled and fell on the fat man all at once, smirking: "Dead fat man, you are so disgusting again, I ..."
"How are you?" The fat man twirled his arms around Milan, who was not restless for a moment, but only felt safe and happy.
"I ..." Milan's watery eyes glanced at the fat man charmingly, his hand stretched out, his face suddenly flew a blush, and he gritted his teeth: "I castrated you ... .. "

After all, it was too tired, and the fat man hadn't had time for a hand addiction in Milan, and he was already asleep. Confused, I didn't know how long I slept. The fat man suddenly woke up in his dream and opened his eyes.
When he woke up, he discovered that he was resting on Milan's lap, and his soft hands were gently combing his hair.
The violently beating heart gradually calmed down. He was lazy and didn't want to move at all. The fat man felt that the shell that had been condensed by war and blood had been completely stripped at this moment. I seemed to be back to the original, back to the cowardly fat man who had no ambition to eat and die all day long.
How long have you lost this feeling? It seems that this is the real self.
"Woke up?"
Milan's hand gently stroked his face. Slender and delicate fingers bring a string of itching on the skin.
"Ok."
The fat man likes this kind of nutritious dialogue, which makes his mind quiet and empty, without war, without struggling to survive, without blood and killing, only life ...
"How long have I slept?"
"Two hours." Milan bent down and hugged his head. Painfully rubbed his unstretched eyebrows with his fingers.
The fat man sucked his lips, sighed, and sat up.
Looking at this narrow underground modular bunker, listening to the ringing phone bells, footsteps, talking sounds in the outer command hall, which is not so soundproof ... Reality, came back again and again, winding On him.
A peaceful and peaceful life is nothing but illusions and fantasies. I am involved in the whirlpool of the age of war. Unable to escape, can only struggle constantly.
The explosion-proof door was gently pushed open, and Boswell came in. The fat man quickly closed his eyes and lay down on Milan's lap.
"Get up, don't pretend to die in front of me!" Boswell grabbed a chair and sat in front of the fat man.
"A little dizzy head ..." The fat man sat up pretendingly, and the flesh on his waist was pinched by Milan twice.
"I know you are tired ..." Boswell sighed and patted the fat man's shoulder: "However, it's not time for you to rest yet. When the battle is over, our grandfather takes Go back to the Gary Palan laboratory with a little fart to live a life. "
Milan is holding a fat man, thinking about the future life, sweethearted. Turning his head to see the fat man frowning and twisting his eyes, he twisted Nini's expression of halt ... and hated him so hard that he kicked him fiercely. Grandpa? An Lei, Bonnie ......... this fat man, I don't know how many!
"The little fart hasn't come back yet. I'm a little worried ..." Boswell shook his head without noticing the private movements of the two disciples. "Forget it, let's talk about the business first."
He looked at the fat man and said, "Do you know the establishment of the joint research department of Mecha to develop the twelfth generation of Mecha?
The fat man nodded. He should have been involved in this matter. Who knew it was attacked on the way to Chakner, and destiny took him in the free world of Mars and turned a big bend.
"The experimental mecha has been finalized ..." Boswell continued: "This time, we brought ten prototypes. We originally wanted to conduct unit and team combat tests. Who knows, Encounter Jeppen sneak attack. We can only do our best to protect this way, because we are afraid that the mechs will fall into the hands of the enemy, so we will disassemble all the mechs, even when it is the most dangerous, we have not used it . "
With that, Boswell glanced at the fat man: "Just at the headquarters, just listen to them, the mech warriors you brought are all Ares-level fighters?"
The fat man nodded triumphantly: "There are now almost five hundred mech warriors with hand speeds above 65, and now there are about ten mech warriors with hand speeds above sixty. There are almost 18 million people now. There will be more in the future! "
The fat man didn't brag.
Since the end of the Battle of Mars, the bandit army has completed the reign of Mars. After the arrival of the Feiyang people, however, with the mech ring game to kill several mech warriors representing the old forces of Mars, the bandit army is gaining popularity. The mech genre that went to the bandit army already accounted for 80% of the entire Mars.
The training that these civil fighters received from an early age is modern warfare, and mechs are increasingly reliant on close combat. The accumulation of fighting techniques by major schools is simply not comparable to the military that has been out of combat for thousands of years.
Modern military forces in various countries have also begun to focus their attention on close combat, but at this critical moment, the fat man has come to the front of everyone.
Leading at this critical moment, the subsequent gap is in thousands of miles.
What's more, the mecha martial arts mastered by fat men is the source of far more core skills than the core skills of these schools! With his instruction, he went to the bandit's sergeant level, which can be said to advance by leaps and bounds. No one even mentioned the original mech fighters, mech knights, commander and other titles.
The traditional rank assessment can't measure the level of bandit fighters.
These fighters have entered a new mech realm and saw a new world. For them, those assessment standards have become an outdated thing, and it is a joke to measure yourself now!
If it is necessary to measure, then, a former third-level mecha fighter, after the assessment, may be the level of mecha command!
The fat man is telling the truth, but it can be heard in Boswell and Milan, but it is tantamount to a thunder. They don't doubt the fat people's honesty to themselves, they only doubt their ears.
The establishment of modern armored divisions varies from country to country, but most of them are maintained at around 6,000. Among them, the combat unit, there are only about 4,000 people, and the others are logistics transportation, maintenance and engineering troops. The number of people is far less than that of the 10,000 or 20,000 infantry divisions.
This is caused by the particularity of mech combat. Although in this era, mechas have become an indispensable part of the human world, even construction, agriculture, and mining are all using mechas extensively. However, there are only a few who can control mechas for life and death battles. Not to mention that so many mechas can't be manufactured in various countries. Even if there is an unlimited supply of mechas, a material selection rate of 2 percent will make these mechas a display in the warehouse!
The 20,000 pilots in the fat man's hands are exactly four armored divisions! Twelve armored regiments! Moreover, all are super armored forces composed of Class 8 and 9 mech warriors!
what does this mean?
As long as you think about the addition of the Charing Mythical Legion, a 9th-level mech warrior, thousands of 5th- and 6th-level fighters, and the main 7th- and 8th-level fighters, you will be able to ride in all directions. Power, how terrifying!
On the battlefield, such a division is enough to defeat ten times its enemies head-on! Into any battle, it is a destructive force!
Bless the Lerele Zulezong!
Boswell laughed, Milan hugged the fat man and kissed him fiercely!
These are the power to revive Le Lei!
The irritated fat man suddenly lost control and turned the bottom of the box like a treasure: "We have already met with teacher Russell and captured the two Royal Elephant class fleets of Binart. In addition, we now have a split The warship can pass through any small jumping point. Mars is our base! And stealth technology ... We also captured the 12th generation mecha of the Binalt Empire, all the data, Buttocks are everywhere ... "
The more Boswell listened, the brighter his eyes were, and he couldn't laugh. Milan, under the fingers of the fat man, hugged him and kissed him bitterly.
"........ Now, I have all these hidden. When the battle of Rescue comes to a critical moment, let's take it out again and let it go!" The fat man shivered with excitement: "When the time comes, I will show them all , Lere's power! "
"Okay, okay!" Boswell smiled, patting the fat man's shoulder vigorously, and burst into tears: "I am seventy years old this year, and I always thought that I could not wait for the day when Leray won. I ca n’t wait for the day when the fallen leaves return to the roots, and the meeting guests died in Chakna. Unexpectedly, today, you let me see hope. "
The old man spread his arms and hugged the fat man hard: "Fat man, thank you."
Listening to the old man's choked voice, the fat man's nose was a little sour.
"Since you told me so much good news ..." The old man let go of the fat man and stood up. Wandering in the fighting room for two steps, suddenly, it became energetic and energetic: "I also tell you good news!"
"What good news?" Suddenly, the fat man felt some inexplicable tension in his heart. When he turned to look, Milan already nodded desperately with tears in his eyes.
"The technology of space jumping point, I broke!"
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