Chapter 165 Proposal Gift

Because Yan Hao is still a student and in school, Sheng Heng has always been very protective of his mecha, fearing that it would be difficult to repair if it was accidentally damaged. However, no matter how hard you try to protect a combat mecha, it will still be damaged, and Sheng Heng's mecha has always been repaired by Diya, the head of the Mecha Manufacturing Department of the God of War Corps. Diya is a ninth-level mecha manufacturer. Although he cannot fully master the mimicry system inside the rebirth, he can still do it without damaging it.

After Yan Hao inspected the Rebirth, he found that the external parts of the Rebirth had been basically repaired, and there were a few places in the internal system that were not working well, but this was not because the internal system collapsed, but because the parts in several key places were installed incorrectly. This error was caused by the difference between the mimic mecha and the traditional mecha, and it was not Master Dia's assembly error.

Yan Hao checked the system, adjusted the radar's sensitivity, and then walked out of the cockpit.

"How is it? Did I break anything?" In this battle, Sheng Heng fought one against three, and the damage to his mecha was more serious than any previous time. Although Diya was very confident in his skills, this was a mimicry mecha after all, and he was not completely sure.

"No, he repaired it much better than me." Yan Hao said.

"You're talking nonsense." Diya knew Yan Hao was complimenting him, but he was still very happy to hear it. "It's okay as long as it's not broken. Now all the level 9 mechas in the base have gone out. Admiral Sheng needs to command the battle. Sheng Heng is the only high-end combat force. When the rebirth broke down, I was scared to death. By the way, how is Sheng Heng, is he awake?"

"Not yet, but he will probably wake up around noon tomorrow." Yan Hao said.

"That's good. That's good."

At this time, the door of the studio was pushed open, and Diya's assistant stood at the door, reporting to Diya with an anxious look on his face: "Colonel, another level 8 mecha has been delivered from outside. There is a problem with the mecha core, and they can't repair it. Please go over and take a look."

"Dragged back from space? Where's the pilot?" Dia asked.

The assistant shook his head.

Diya's expression darkened, and without asking any more questions, he turned to Yan Hao and said, "I'll go out and take a look."

"Oh, okay." Yan Hao asked his assistant to hand over the toolbox. While disassembling the parts, he recalled the conversation between Diya and his assistant just now.

The assistant just shook his head. Did he mean that the owner of that mecha was killed? An eighth-level mecha must be a warrior who has experienced many battles.

The Rebirth had been almost repaired by Dia, and Yan Hao spent another two hours adjusting the wrong parts of the previous installation. The mecha was completely overhauled. He looked up at the time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

"Master Yan Hao, would you like to eat something first? There are midnight snacks sent from the cafeteria outside. Can I get you a box?" Assistant Xiao Wei asked, looking up.

"No, I'll go back and eat later." His work and rest schedule has been very regular in the past two years. Because he was worried about Sheng Heng, he hadn't slept much since he boarded the spaceship. Now that he was feeling sleepy, Yan Hao couldn't hold on any longer.

"Okay, then I'll take you out." Xiao Wei said.

Yan Hao got down from the elevator: "Do you want to put away Rebirth?"

"No need. This room is specially used to repair the ninth-level mecha. Now the admiral's ninth-level mecha is the only one left in the base. Just leave it there. There is no need to put it away to free up space." Xiao Wei said, "Or you can take it away and bring it to Captain Sheng Heng if you want."

"No need, put it here." The mecha placed in the maintenance room must be picked up by the mecha driver himself. This is the rule, and Yan Hao does not want to break it at will.

Seeing that Yan Hao was about to leave, Xiao Wei opened the door of the studio for Yan Hao first, and immediately a loud noise came in.

Outside was the maintenance area for level 7 and 8 mechas. Although it was already early in the morning, the number of people outside had not decreased at all. Yan Hao stood at the door and took a quick glance and found that the current batch of mechas being repaired were not the same batch he saw when he first came in.

"Make way, make way."

Yan Hao was walking out, and halfway through, an assistant pushing a cart full of various spare parts ran past him. The cart brushed past his body. If he hadn't dodged sideways, he would have been hit.

"Master Yan Hao, are you okay? I'm really sorry, the maintenance room has been very busy these days, please don't mind." Xiao Wei apologized quickly.

"I'm fine. Have you been so busy lately?"

"We have been so busy since the insect swarm appeared. Many masters haven't gone back to sleep for several days." Xiao Wei sighed, "But this is nothing. Compared with the soldiers on the front line, we just can't sleep. They..."

Xiao Wei didn't say the rest, but Yan Hao could tell that many of them did not come back.

"Xiao Wei, please get me some midnight snack." Yan Hao stopped.

"ah?"

"I'm hungry."

"good."

Xiao Wei ran to get a midnight snack for Yan Hao. Yan Hao finished his meal in a few bites and ran towards a mecha that had just been delivered.

"Let me fix this one."

No one in the Ares Corps would doubt Yan Hao's mecha level, even though he was just a student, especially after Sheng Heng controlled Rebirth and killed three level nine Zergs one against three five days ago. How could a master who could create a mecha as powerful as Rebirth not be able to repair an eight-level mecha?

Yan Hao stayed in the maintenance room until noon the next day, and did not leave until the alarm sounded. He had set the alarm yesterday to remind him to go see Sheng Heng when he woke up.

After coming out of the maintenance room, Yan Hao drove the hovercraft to the hospital.

Yan Hao got out of the car and saw five or six people walking in. Each of them exuded a familiar medicinal fragrance, which was the remaining smell of the cute little herb bag that had been used to soak fingers.

Is your hand injured?

Yan Hao subconsciously glanced at the fingers of the people in front of him, only to see that their fingers were all wrapped in gauze.

There are two common diseases among mecha warriors: one is hand joint strain, and the other is damage to the sea of ​​consciousness. The first and second floors of the Ares Corps hospital are dedicated to the treatment of hand joints, while the second and third floors are for the treatment of sea of ​​consciousness.

Entering the lobby on the first floor, the familiar aroma of herbs became stronger. The crowd was noisy, accompanied by the doctor's roar.

"Didn't I just tell you yesterday that you couldn't move your hands anymore? Did you go and practice secretly again?"

"I soaked three packets of medicine last night."

"Your hand has turned purple and bruised. You need to rest. The herbal bag will no longer work on you. If you don't listen to the doctor's advice and continue to move your fingers, the next step will be amputation."

"But I can't wait any longer. I want to go to the battlefield and avenge my teammates."

"Everyone here wants revenge, but what can you do with your hands even if you go to the battlefield? Can you still input a complete command now?"

"It would be nice if we could also pilot a mimic mecha."

"Yes, if we have mimicry mecha, we can be like Captain Sheng Heng." This sentence resonated with everyone.

It was no secret that Sheng Heng had a handicap, and every soldier in the Ares Corps knew it. However, with the help of a mimicking mecha, he had become one of the strongest fighters in the Ares Corps. However, those with healthy fingers could not even drive a mecha because of overstrain.

At this moment, everyone envied Sheng Heng for being able to drive a mimic mecha. They had envied him before, but the envy now was different from before. In the past, they simply envied Sheng Heng for having a high-end mecha, but at this moment, they envied Sheng Heng for being able to fight the enemy even with a hand injury.

Yan Hao stood behind the crowd, listened silently for a while, then turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Sheng Heng's ward was on the top floor. He had been there once before and didn't need anyone to show him the way. He walked along the corridor by himself. When he reached the door, he heard a familiar voice.

"Thank you, doctor. I can do it myself."

Senior is awake? Yan Hao pushed the door open and walked in. When he looked up, he saw Sheng Heng's smiling face.

"Xiao Hao, you're here." When Sheng Heng woke up, he was told that Yan Hao had come to the base, so he did not show any surprise at this time, but just pure joy.

"Captain Sheng Heng is recovering well and can be discharged after dinner." Sheng Heng had been in a coma for too long and felt a little hungry when he woke up. The doctor just brought him some food and placed it on the bedside.

"You guys chat, I'll go see other patients." After saying that, the doctor left.

"Xiaohao, have you eaten?" Sheng Heng asked.

"I've eaten." Yan Hao actually hadn't eaten, but the maintenance room was very busy. He didn't plan to stay in the hospital for long. After seeing Sheng Heng, he would go back to help, and it would be the same if he went there to eat then.

Yan Hao sat down at the head of the bed and casually placed his fingers on Sheng Heng's pulse. Although the doctor had said that Sheng Heng was fine, Yan Hao still wanted to check it himself.

"How is it?" Sheng Heng asked with a smile.

"You're recovering well. Let's eat. I'll go back to the maintenance room after you finish your meal." Yan Hao said.

"Is the rebirth seriously damaged?" Sheng Heng had fainted immediately after releasing the final mental explosion. He had almost given it his all at that time and had not even considered whether he could wake up. As for the situation of the mecha, he had no idea.

"No, except for the Xuanming Spear, everything else has been repaired." When the mental explosion was launched, the internal structure of the Xuanming Spear was completely destroyed by the mental power that burst out in an instant. It could not be repaired and could only be remade. Yan Hao had anticipated this when he made this weapon.

"That's good. I'll change to another weapon later." It is impossible to make another Xuanming Spear in such a short time, but there are many high-level weapons in the reserves of the God of War Legion that he can use temporarily.

"Let's eat first." Yan Hao pushed the plate towards Sheng Heng.

"Okay." Sheng Heng picked up the chopsticks with a smile.

The two chatted while eating.

"I found in the maintenance room that everyone has started to share their mechas." Yan Hao said.

"Well, the battle lasted too long, and many people's fingers couldn't sustain long-term operation. Once it was confirmed that they could no longer go to the battlefield, they had to hand over their mechas to others to drive." Sheng Heng explained.

"Do you want yours too?" Yan Hao asked.

"Yes, Black Soul, I've already given it to him." Black Soul is also a mimic mecha, but because the performance of the reborn one is better, Sheng Heng never drove Black Soul again, but kept it in the space button. Although it was a waste, this was the first mecha that Yan Hao modified for him, and he was reluctant to give it to someone else to drive. But after the insect tide lasted for a week, Sheng Heng gave his mimic mecha to a comrade who had injured his finger.

"He is the captain of the commando team and a level 7 mecha warrior. His hand was injured and he could no longer drive his mecha, so I gave him the Black Soul." Sheng Hengdao explained, "But don't worry, I will get it back when the insect tide is over."

"What do you mean? It's as if I'm reluctant to give it away." Yan Hao said unhappily.

"I can't bear to part with it. I can't bear to part with anything you gave me." Sheng Heng felt sad for a while every time he thought about it, as if his boyfriend had been taken away by someone else.

"Then if there is a better mecha, should rebirth also be given to others?" Yan Hao asked.

"Rebirth? How is that possible? Wait..." Sheng Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Yan Hao in disbelief, "What do you mean?"

Yan Hao lowered his head and took out a royal blue space button from his pocket, and handed it to Sheng Heng: "This is the seventh-level mimicry mecha I just completed. I used the Phantom Stone and the Wind and Thunder Stone to make the mecha core, and upgraded the system again. Although the performance of the finished product has not reached the level of eighth-level mimicry, it is already infinitely close. This was originally the proposal gift I prepared for you."

The two had already agreed to get married when Yan Hao graduated, and Sheng Heng had already reported this to his superiors. If the insect swarm hadn't occurred suddenly, he would have already started his vacation by now.

Sheng Heng looked at the gift, but did not immediately raise his hand to take it. Instead, he asked, "What's his name?"

"I haven't picked one yet, you pick one." Yan Hao said.

"Let's call it Victory." Sheng Heng said, "I will defeat the Zerg and bring back Victory as our wedding gift."

"Okay." Yan Hao raised his hand and put the victory space button into Sheng Heng's hand.