Chapter 114

Mei Jielin thought, I didn’t show off on my own initiative. Now the whole expeditionary army should know that I am going to become the richest man.

She touched her chin and began to worry - after I get the star coins after the payment, if someone comes to borrow money from me, should I lend it or not?

It’s really a dilemma for rich people!

"Po Jun, why do you seem to be idle? Aren't you assisting the commander on the mecha?" Mei Jie Lin reminded him very righteously, "Don't say such things anymore, be careful that the commander will shut you down by force."

"As an artificial intelligence, I can do many things at the same time," Po Jun answered the first half of the sentence, and then said in a tone of sudden enlightenment, "Thank you Miss Mei Jie Lin for reminding me, so that's the case, I seem to understand, no wonder the commander always prohibits me from entering the lounge or command room."

The communication channel was silent again.

This sentence seemed to reveal some extraordinary information?

Metierin immediately covered his ears: "If I say now that I heard nothing and I know nothing, will it still be of any use? Will the commander believe it?"

Weiyin asked weakly: "Do you believe it yourself?"

"I really can't believe it," Metierin said earnestly, "Pojun, brother, don't blame me for not helping you, letting you go further and further on the road to being shut down, I can't stop you!"

However, the lounge and the command room...

While thinking about all sorts of messy things, Metierin nimbly dodged the laser cannons that attacked one after another: "The rebels reacted very quickly, and they couldn't aim at the commander, so they just aimed at me. Are they trying to destroy me first and make the commander lose his cover? Weiyin, Send a wave of long-range missiles to help me clear the small and medium-sized ships around me. They are blocking the way!"

Weiyin: "Coming right now!"

A few seconds later, a row of enemy ships near the Chanyuan fleet were instantly reduced to ashes.

Du Shang said, "If I were a rebel, I would be stunned right now! They suddenly released humanoid mechas in the middle of a battle. That's pure cheating!"

Mei Jie Lin smiled arrogantly, "How cool it is to cheat! In the eyes of a wise man, a string of space fortresses are copper walls and iron walls. Not even a mosquito can fly over them. That's why they wanted to lead us into the range of the fortresses. Unexpectedly, not only the outer attack area was breached, but the fortresses were blown through one after another. He was so angry!" "

Fortunately, the commander and I are in the same camp!" Du Shang had sweat on his forehead. He was so excited that he talked more. He pulled Mei Jie Lin to chat with him. "I suggest that after the battle, we assign a starship to the commander to search the universe for energy and minerals."

"Hahaha, what a good idea!" Mei Jielin's neatly cut hair swayed with her movements, "The new ore found on the nameless desert planet where the starship crashed can support the energy consumption of mobile jumps and humanoid mechas. If it happens a few more times, maybe the White Tower and the Alliance will give the commander a banner to thank him for solving the energy problems of several scientific research projects!"

As she spoke, she suddenly cursed, and her momentum was strong: "The person on the opposite side actually attacked me while I was chatting, but he may not know that my protection system is thickened, and not everyone can blow it up!"

The eleventh underground floor of the ISCO Equipment Center.

According to the information obtained in advance, Xia Zhiyang fumbled and took out a gun from the secret compartment in the wall. He had learned some superficial knowledge of firearms and could recognize that the gun was a Burlock Model 17, which was equipped with a ballistic corrector.

Xia Zhiyang breathed a sigh of relief - although he had taken lessons, his shooting accuracy was really poor. With the corrector, he could at least improve his aiming rate a little.

For example, if he fired five or six shots, he could at least hit one.

The special agents who came with August have already gone to the ground and will become the first line of defense.

And he is the second line of defense to prevent the rebels from approaching the super optical computer "Galaxy".

Although every exam was passed at a low altitude and the basic knowledge was not learned very well, Xia Zhiyang still had a clear concept -

once the "Galaxy" was destroyed, the planetary defense system of the capital planet would be immediately retaken by the rebels. At that time, the rebels in space could threaten the Alliance at any time with the lives of Leto civilians.

Not to mention the failure, at least the Alliance would be hobbled and its combat power would be restricted, unable to display.

The hand holding the gun was shaking uncontrollably, and Xia Zhiyang quietly hid behind, not wanting to be seen by August.

At this time, from the surveillance, the rebels arrived near the equipment center and had a gun battle with the special service personnel.

Xia Zhiyang stared at them intently and subconsciously squeezed the cold handle of the gun.

August advised: "You are still a student, you can wait for support with me underground."

"Leto is in chaos right now, and it's uncertain when support will arrive," Xia Zhiyang pursed his lower lip, "If the situation can't be stopped from above and support doesn't come, I will quietly go up to help. Although my accuracy is not very good, I can still hide in the dark and shoot a few cold shots."

Knowing that August was reluctant, Xia Zhiyang deliberately smiled and said more lightly: "Anyway, you can't go up, and you are more needed here."

He thought for a while, "I remember the teacher of human history at Turan Academy said that no matter what era, there must be someone who rushes to the front regardless of everything. I can't remember the exact words, but it's probably something like this."

His voice became two points lighter, but his smile became even more brilliant: "Now it's my turn to rush to the front, and I won't shrink back."

Xia Zhiyang quietly crawled out of the underground ventilation duct of the equipment center.

Before setting out, he estimated that with his accuracy, the bullets in one gun might not be enough for him to shoot, so he found two more guns from the secret compartment and put them on his body. He couldn't carry more.

August connected the ground surveillance to his personal terminal. He could see on the palm-sized virtual screen that there were a lot of rebels. Although the special agents had strong individual combat capabilities, they could not withstand too many opponents. Now there were only nine people standing in the battle circle - eight rebels and one special agent.

Ignoring the pain in his knees, Xia Zhiyang increased his crawling speed.

When he lifted the metal cover of the ventilation duct, he gasped with great restraint and saw the body lying on the ground at first sight.

His face was covered in blood, and his abdomen was pierced by a bloody hole as big as a fist.

He still remembered the man's face. When August got off the suspension vehicle, the man walked in front, expressionless and fierce-looking.

Watching through surveillance was completely different from seeing it with one's own eyes. The strong smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, making Xia Zhiyang's breathing begin to become suffocated. His heartbeat quickened, and there was a kind of anger surging in his chest, making him want to roar and scold.

But at this time, he could only quietly hold the gun in his hand tightly. Apart from that, there could be no movement.

Recalling what he learned in the shooting class, Xia Zhiyang tried to raise the gun and aim.

In the battle circle, only one special agent was still standing, and only two of the eight rebels were left. The empty guns of both sides were thrown on the ground, and now it was almost a pure hand-to-hand fight.

Just as the special agent was panting and breaking the larynx of a rebel, Xia Zhiyang saw a rebel who had been lying on the ground quietly stand up. From the movement, it seemed that he was preparing to attack.

The special agent might be close to exhaustion and had not noticed it yet.

After swallowing, Xia Zhiyang put his finger on the trigger, and at the same time as the opponent raised a dagger towards the special agent, he pulled the trigger hard!

The gun with a silencer did not make a sound, only the sound of a bullet breaking through the wind.

Hit.

As the rebels who attempted a sneak attack fell, the hairs on the back of Xia Zhiyang's neck that had stood up due to nervousness also calmed down again.

But after firing this shot, his position was also exposed.

The special agent looked towards where he was hiding. Although he had not learned any gestures or secret codes, Xia Zhiyang somehow understood what the other party meant - hide and don't move.

Knowing that he was just an ordinary person, and that he was able to shoot accurately with one shot just now because of the ballistic corrector and extraordinary performance, Xia Zhiyang remained where he was, trying his best to protect himself while observing the movements in the battle circle, and was determined not to go forward and cause trouble.

However, after a long fight, the special agent showed signs of exhaustion. Xia Zhiyang wanted to throw the gun in his hand over to him, at least to help, but was rejected by the special agent.

Xia Zhiyang was anxious and fiddled with the scope back and forth, but the rebels might be on guard against him and kept very close to the special agent, so he couldn't find a chance to shoot without accidentally hurting him.

Another rebel fell.

Less than half a minute later, the special agent also fell to the ground.

The only rebel standing kicked the special agent hard a few times and looked at him fiercely.

Xia Zhiyang's palms were full of sweat.

He couldn't go back. Once he went back along the ventilation duct, the rebels would follow him, and the situation would be even more uncontrollable.

No matter what, he had to stop the people here.

At this moment, Xia Zhiyang suddenly remembered the motto of the First Military Academy across the river.

Just for the alliance, go forward courageously.

Just for the alliance.

It seemed that courage was aroused and added to his hands, but this time he didn't have the previous good luck. He fired more than ten shots, and only two shots grazed the rebel's arm.

Gritting his gums, Xia Zhiyang's forehead and neck were all sweaty. He whispered unconsciously: "Hurry up and hit it... Why can't you hit it... Hit it... Hit it quickly..."

At the same time as the last bullet penetrated the rebel's shoulder, the opponent had already approached.

The world was spinning, and Xia Zhiyang fell out.

After the gun was empty, it fell to the ground with a heavy "click" sound.

At this moment, Xia Zhiyang's mind was almost blank. He couldn't hear what the rebels were cursing. He only felt pain in his legs, waist, ribs, and face, and a strong smell of blood in his mouth. After a while, he couldn't tell which part of the body was hurt. There was only the severe pain that came one after another, making his eyes go black.

He had never learned fighting skills and had never fought with anyone since he was a child. At this moment, in the hands of a rebel who had been provoked with violent emotions, he was like a sandbag that couldn't fight back. He

was knocked to the ground again, coughing and spitting out blood foam. Xia Zhiyang had unclear thoughts, why did I have to take this beating? Just like Chen Mingxuan said, I can still be a rich young master, study, make money, and live comfortably every day without caring about anything.

Isn't it good?

Isn't it better than being beaten and dying?

But it's different...

After witnessing three professors being shot in Turan's square, after saying goodbye to Wen Shiqing, after seeing the devastated city, the desolate streets, and countless ordinary people who were depressed and panicked, he can no longer become the carefree Xia Zhiyang before.

It hurts too much... It really hurts too much.

An idea became stronger and stronger, as if, as if death is not a big deal.

Breathing became more and more painful, his trachea was spasming, his vision was blurry, and he could not see clearly. Just as his eyelids slowly drooped, the note that was passed to him after several twists and turns suddenly appeared in front of him.

What was written on it?

Xia Zhiyang's gradually dazed thoughts began to have difficulty recalling. Was the signature... a prayer?

That sentence -

"You must survive."

His thoughts were slowing down.

I must survive... Why must I survive?

I seem to have said that I would make a lot of money in the future and provide them with research funds. I still have a lot of things to do and a lot of places to go. I don’t want to leave this world so hastily...

A few seconds later, the eyes that had been scattered gathered again. Xia Zhiyang grabbed the rebel’s hand that was clamping his throat. With the other hand, he endured the severe pain, trembling and trying his best to move back. He took out the gun at a speed that he himself could hardly imagine and put it against the opponent’s heart.

Puff -

Xia Zhiyang himself didn’t know how many times he repeated the action of pulling the trigger. He was completely exhausted and fell to the ground with the rebel. It was unknown how long it took before he managed to pull the opponent’s hand away. He rolled to the side and lay flat on the ground.

At this time, his hands and clothes were covered with sticky blood, and his whole body was in so much pain that even breathing was like torture.

The wind blew from an unknown direction, and it was a little chilly. Looking at the two moons in the night sky, Xia Zhiyang took a deep breath and pulled the corners of his swollen mouth.

The front line.

Not long after, the rebels also discovered the changes in the expeditionary starship defense system.

Butler was annoyed: "The expeditionary starship defense system has been upgraded, why is there no news at all?"

Fritz ignored him.

Ever since the hidden stakes planted in the alliance were pulled out one by one, they were like being blindfolded and blocked in their ears. There is no news at all, not just one or two things?

Butler also reacted and was silent for a few seconds: "Do you think the space fortress can hold up?"

In a short time, five of the seventeen space fortresses had been destroyed by Lu Fenghan, who was driving a humanoid mecha. The huge creation was shattered in the deep space, and the bright fire pierced everyone's eyes.

Everyone had to admit that when the humanoid mecha first appeared on the battlefield, the characteristics it showed made the bulky and slow-moving space fortress unable to resist, as if it was a natural nemesis.

Staring at the humanoid mecha moving swiftly through the rain of bullets and fire, Fritz spoke slowly: "Don't forget, a humanoid mecha is just a useless piece of metal without a driver.

But no matter how strong a person is, it is impossible for him to concentrate highly for a long time and maintain his nerve reflexes at the extreme level. In addition, not everyone can drive a humanoid mecha, and the expeditionary force cannot put a captain in after putting the commander-in-chief in the mecha. Therefore, there must be only Lu Fenghan inside the mecha."

He slowly squeezed the candy into his palm, "Butler, how about we guess how long Lu Fenghan can hold on?"

Five seconds after he finished speaking, the movement of the humanoid mecha suddenly stopped for two seconds.

With a dim light in his eyes, Fritz calmly peeled off the candy wrapper with a smile on his lips: "Look, wasn't it hit by the laser cannon?"

Inside the mecha cabin, Po Jun reminded: "General, Chief, the right arm was hit, and the damage to the fuselage is 17%."

"Got it." Lu Fenghan responded hoarsely, and it could be heard that his vocal cords were tightly stretched. Large beads of sweat dripped along the distinct edges of his jaw, leaving dark watermarks on the fabric.

Qi Yan had been paying attention to Lu Fenghan's condition. When he found that even the exposed muscles of Lu Fenghan's forearms were obviously tense and had reached their limit, he whispered, "General, you need to rest."

Without objection, Lu Fenghan ordered, "Po Jun, hand over the driving authority."

Without hesitation, he handed over the victory or defeat of the entire battle and his life.

The control panel in front of Qi Yan rose quickly, and the virtual screens were lit up one by one. Po Jun began to count down: "Begin handing over, 5, 4... 1, 0!"

At the same time as the countdown ended, Qi Yan perfectly took over the driving authority while the mecha was moving. Immediately, two metal arms rose up beside Lu Fenghan's driver's seat, scanned to determine the injection site, and injected him with nerve and muscle relaxants.

The relaxant took effect quickly, and Lu Fenghan felt temporarily relieved. He had the illusion that he was soaking in warm water, or that his entire body had turned into mud, and after being soaked in water, he felt limp and unable to support himself.

He unconsciously turned his head to look at Qi Yan.

The flames caused by the explosion, the white light cast by the particle cannon as it passed by, and the pale blue light of the virtual screen overlapped on Qi Yan's profile, like a snow-covered cliff under the moonlight, appearing a bit cold and chilly.

Lu Fenghan was fascinated for a moment.

The fuselage shook heavily.

Before Lu Fenghan opened his mouth, Qi Yan explained: "Two medium-sized enemy ships exploded nearby, and the force field that spread over caused the fuselage to vibrate."

As he spoke, he manipulated the humanoid mecha to turn sideways and successfully avoided the missile that passed by.

The surroundings were splashed with artillery shells, and everyone was on the edge of death, swaying, not knowing what would happen in the next second.

Lu Fenghan fixed his eyes on Qi Yan, revealing a gentleness that was inappropriate for the sword light and sea of ​​fire on the battlefield.

"Yanyan."

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember when you and I first went to Sky Diamond Plaza, I asked you what you wanted to write on your tombstone?"

Qi Yan was multitasking and answered, "I remember."

When they were standing in front of Lu Jun's statue, he told Lu Fenghan that he wanted to write "In the darkness, I once chased a ray of fire".

I don't know if it was the effect of the sedative, but Lu Fenghan was very soft-hearted.

He used to think that if he died on the front line, regardless of whether he could get a statue in Sky Diamond Plaza, he would use the four words "Only for the Alliance" as his tombstone like his father.

It seemed profound and intimidating.

But at some point, he changed his mind.

"It is written in the lifetime contract that the salary allows my tombstone to be placed side by side with yours. If yours is engraved with 'In the darkness, I once chased a flame'."

Qi Yan's heartbeat was slightly disordered. He heard himself asking: "Then what would the general engrave?"

In the firelight that lit up one after another, Lu Fenghan replied: "I once chased you."