Chapter 541: Spartak

"Your Excellency is so polite, all of them are friendly forces, and it is the righteousness to face the enemy and help each other!"
Nie Yun waved his hand in a straight face, then made a sorry look, "It's just a pity that the ship's sea storm-class mech is a second-hand goods, and the performance is not stable, otherwise it will not let the enemy go. If not, at least more compatriots can be saved, alas ... "
I am not big enough to save the world ...
Looking at Nie Yun like this, Peacock Man couldn't understand the meaning of the other party for a while.
But obviously, the other party refused to mention the pilot, and it seems that he did not want to be in contact with it. Fear of being dug into the corner is too obvious.
Ok! It must be so!
Thinking of this, the peacock man gritted his teeth and couldn't bear the child to catch the wolf!
"My Excellency Arthas, our fleet suffered heavy losses this time. I am afraid that it will need to be repaired for a period of time to add troops. It is estimated that there will be no combat missions in a short time.
The so-called sword is given to the hero, so I am willing to send the sea storm class under my command to the pilot to express the gratitude of all the officers of my ship!
Although it is only 90% new, but I guarantee that the performance of this mech is definitely still at its peak! "
What he said was the truth. At least one month, his fleet must be repaired in the rear.
However, sending out the precious mechs is also a bit distressing for him. Even if the army commander wants to get another one, it will consume a lot of military power.
"Why is this so embarrassing?" Nie Yun pretended to quit.
"What's embarrassing, the life-saving grace must repay, if you don't accept it, you will look down on me Lei someone! Look down on me Lei's house!" Peacock male dare to look down on me, I will immediately rush.
At the same time, I glanced at Nie Yun very contemptuously. I sent the mech to my life-saving benefactor. Are you embarrassed to be a fart!
"This ... okay! Then I'm disrespectful, thank you Feng Brother!" Nie Yun looked like he couldn't say anything.
Brother Feng? What the hell?
and many more! Who wants you to thank? Quickly call me the pilot!
"Sir Alsace, I don't know where the pilot who piloted the sea storm class?" The Peacock male had to remind Nie Yundao again.
Can't send things out, people don't want to see each other?
"Eh? Didn't you understand? The heroic and fearless, skilled, just saved you, the armor number 837746 ... I was driving it!"
Peacock man: "..."
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"The command sent a message, and a meeting of senior officers will be held ten minutes later. Please prepare for the remote meeting room." Catherine, who was holding a smile, reported the latest situation to Nie Yun.
"Well!" Nie Yun nodded and got up with a satisfied smile and left the bridge.
A sea storm level in every area is naturally no longer engulfing value for Nie Yun, but for his third squadron, it is a rare "high-end combat power".
With the ability to replicate mechanical bugs, Nie Yun took some time and could even replace all the standard mechas in the fleet with advanced mechas, but the source of these high-end mechas could not be explained.
For Nie Yun, who cannot use his real combat power, enhancing the surface combat power of this "spy fleet" to "reasonably" ensure the security of its brutal battlefield to the greatest extent is also quite necessary.
Judging from Woolf's combat mode, the opposing fleet's combat effectiveness is average, but the mech unit is very powerful.
In this case, a senior mech with a senior pilot can protect the fleet. The operational space of Nie Yun is quite large.
And just as Nie Yun went to the post-war meeting of the Gemini, the other side of the wormhole ...
The battlefield on the Woolf civilization side is also a mess.
Although the Gemini raid was defeated this time, the unexpected attack did not completely fail. At least the defense facilities near the wormhole have been destroyed by the opposing team's powerful fleet firepower.
In fact, in the early stages after the Gemini counterattack fleet burst into the wormhole, the Gemini with a superior fleet firepower did indeed catch Woolf civilization by surprise.
But unfortunately, not only is Gemini planning a large-scale raid, it's no coincidence that Woolf civilization actually thought of Gemini ...
As a result, the large troops that had been secretly assembled in the rear were immediately thrown into the battlefield!
Next, there was a battle between both sides.
But in the end, the Woolf civilization, which dominated the home field, was highly skilled. After the short fleets of the two sides joined each other and fell into a melee, relying on elite air combat mech units to concentrate on breakthroughs, and soon the Gemini's front was broken!
Immediately afterwards, there was a chasing battle that no one expected, and the flames of war directly burned to the other side of the wormhole ...
At this moment, the war between the two sides is over, and the Woolf civilization as the winner is licking his wounds, and a large number of warships are cleaning the battlefield and recovering troops.
Bronze mechas returning from the front line in batches are returning to their mother ships one after another with light or heavy injuries. The neat rows of maintenance hangars are extremely busy.
"Boom!" A bronze mecha with lost arms was half-kneeled on the ground, and it could stop the mecha.
Even on a cruel battlefield, such an injury is absolutely miserable. Many people looked at this unlucky with surprise eyes ... or lucky people.
Is it lucky to be able to return safely with such a serious injury?
"Oh ~" The cabin door opened, revealing a rough face inside.
The rocky light gray skin, lion nose pupil, and a long and short "X" scar on the right side of the face.
Finally ... back!
Although in the Spartak war experience, such a serious trauma is not unprecedented, but in terms of giving him a sense of crisis, the devil-like enemy mecha is definitely only for life!
Fortunately, the goddess of luck had taken care of herself and retrieved her life.
Spartacus, Ryan, bronze warrior, belonging to Woolf Civilization No. 9 vassal fighting race.
In the ruling structure of Woolf civilization, the only value of the vassal group exists is to provide them with a continuous stream of high-level fighters, and Spartak is fortunate to become one of them.
Yes, lucky!
Compared with other compatriots who can only be used as low-level cannon fodder, Spartak, who has worked hard to promote the bronze warrior, has entered the official combat sequence of Woolf civilization and has become enviable in the eyes of others ... "!
Spartak dropped the mech, and several sterns who were also Lane men removed his protective equipment from the front.
Even Spartak, which is only a high-level cannon fodder, has already received quite good treatment. Not only can it fight for more resources for its settlement, lower taxes, but also have its own like a knight in medieval Europe. Combat obedience.
"Master Spartak! Are you okay?" The headed Hu Cong officer looked at the miserable appearance of the mech and looked at Spartak nervously.
They are the sergeants selected by Spartak from their hometown. Once Spartak has an accident, they can only be sent back. What is waiting for them will be the disappointment of the whole tribe, which is more than killing them. Uncomfortable.
"I'm okay, I just met the opponent's strongman, Chrisis and they were all killed ..." Spartak said flatly.
Years of fighting career have made Spartak accustomed to the passing of his comrades.
"Huh? What about Sura?" Spartaco suddenly found that the familiar Qianying was not among the greeted crowd, and could not help asking.
Hu Congguan, headed by "This ..." heard this, and couldn't help but look dim, but he didn't answer in the first time.
Seeing the other person's expression, Spartak's heart suddenly sink ...
"Zi ~"
The people in the conversation did not find that, above their heads, the external device indicator light on the head of the mech flashed, and the built-in probe turned slightly under the state of no one. ...