Young Master Jia was quickly beaten by Zhang Fan until he could only groan. The other noblemen who were still able to move were intimidated by Zhang Fan's imposing manner and did not dare to step forward for a while.
"You dare steal my woman!"
"Diana, let's go!"
Zhang Fan kicked Young Master Jia one last time, then grabbed a hostess and strode away.
"Big brother, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? I... Ahhh!"
Zhang Fan didn't even bother to explain to the hostess. As soon as they left the bar, he picked her up and threw her into a nearby trash can.
Zhang Fan's last sentence was deliberately said to the people in the bar, so that they would think it was a personal grudge, rather than a conflict caused by the "White Tiger Gang".
Aren't there plenty of fights in bars caused by women? What does it matter if her name is Diana? It's perfectly normal for someone to get drunk and attack the wrong person.
Just after leaving the bar and turning a corner, a hand reached up from behind and grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulder.
"Hey buddy, wanna chat?"
Zhang Fan turned around and saw the eldest sister with a smirk on her face, standing in front of him with four rough men.
"You must be 'Big Sister', right?" Zhang Fan smiled. Sure enough, it was easier for others to come to him than for him to go to them.
The older woman raised an eyebrow: "You know me?"
"Wang Desheng sent me to find you."
Zhang Fan felt a hand tighten on his shoulder, and then the older sister pulled his arm: "Come on, let's talk somewhere else."
Zhang Fan followed them into a military jeep, and after driving around for a while, they left the suburbs and entered a valley.
There is an abandoned factory in the valley, which has now become the temporary base of the "White Tiger Gang".
Upon entering the massive factory building, Zhang Fan was immediately struck by the sight before him: five 12-meter-tall "Glory 13" heavy humanoid mechs stood in a row along the wall at the edge of the factory.
Having only seen them in textbooks and on television before, this was the first time Zhang Fan had ever seen this kind of heavy-duty humanoid mecha, which was currently the most advanced in the Ryan National Army.
The "Honor 13" mech was covered with I-beams, and mechanics and repairmen walked back and forth on the I-beams. The factory was filled with the noise of metal cutting and the sparks of welding.
"The place is a bit messy, so please make do." The older woman pushed aside the tools on a workbench and pointed to the chairs that were obviously made of scrap steel and welded together temporarily. "Sit down."
Zhang Fan sat down, his eyes darting around, his gaze never leaving the five heavy mechs beside him.
Unlike wearable exoskeletons that are only about two meters tall, these heavy exoskeletons that are over ten meters tall are the real "Gundams".
But what puzzled him was that these five mechs were not cool at all, and even the paint on their surfaces had color differences, making them look like assembled knock-offs.
"It was pieced together from battle-damaged 'Glory 13s,' so it doesn't look very good." The older woman glanced at Zhang Fan and suddenly asked, "Are you a mecha soldier too?"
“Yes.” Zhang Fan nodded.
It turns out that these mechs were pieced together from the other battle-damaged mechs of the "White Tiger Regiment," which explains why the colors of the armor surfaces are not uniform.
"The Royal Military Command Academy actually has mecha soldiers? That's amazing!" a burly man next to him exclaimed in surprise. "Kid, why did you choose such a dirty and tiring job as a mecha soldier? Wouldn't it be better to stay in those clean sofas in the command post?"
"Uh... how should I put it?" Zhang Fan scratched his head, "Wang Desheng is my instructor, he's the one who introduced me to this field."
It can't be that he was tricked by Wang Desheng into becoming a mecha soldier, can it?
"Wow, to be noticed by the boss, you must be pretty good. What level are you in 'Warfire'? What's your ranking?"
"Huh? This... Level 3 mecha fighter, what's the ranking again? I forgot..." Zhang Fan was also a little surprised. So "War" is so popular among mecha soldiers.
"That's not bad either." The burly man nodded. "A Level 3 Mech Warrior is roughly equivalent to a junior pilot among active-duty mech soldiers. I bet you're still a student, right? That's pretty good."
Zhang Fan didn't tell him that he was a mecha fighter who had won all ten battles and advanced to level three in one go.
"Fireballs" patted Zhang Fan on the shoulder. "My name in Fireballs is 'Old Wolf,' a level seven mech fighter. I originally wanted to reach level eight, but..."
"Alright, alright." The older sister glared at "Old Wolf" impatiently. "Stop bragging about your nonsense in front of the kids! What's the point of going there to bully newbies? You'd be better off reading some combat manuals."
"Old Wolf" was scolded by the older sister, so he shrugged and didn't say anything.
"You just said Old Wang is your instructor?" the older woman asked with some concern. "Where is he now? Is he... is he doing well?"
So Zhang Fan recounted in detail Wang Desheng's situation at Ryan Military Academy, including the circumstances of Wang Desheng's previous injuries, the reasons why he was unwilling to return to the unit, and so on.
After Zhang Fan finished speaking, everyone present fell silent.
“Boss is overthinking things,” Old Wolf broke the silence first. “Why would we blame him? We’re following him willingly.”
“That’s right,” some other burly men said. “And I believe that even among the more than one hundred brothers who sacrificed their lives, not one of them regretted being a member of the ‘White Tiger Gang’.”
“I could never abandon unarmed civilians and flee with my tail between my legs with those noblemen.”
"Big Sister, why don't you try to persuade our leader to come back?" Old Wolf hesitated for a moment before saying, "Even if he no longer pilots the mecha, he's still our leader, and the White Tiger Gang will listen to him!"
“I know him best, he won’t come back.” The older sister was playing with a pendant in her hand, which Wang Desheng had given to Zhang Fan to bring.
“He returned the key to ‘Azure Winged White Tiger’.” The eldest sister placed the pendant on the table. “He’s determined not to come back.”
"Azure Winged White Tiger?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.
"That's it, Old Wang's car." The older woman pointed behind Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan then noticed that there was another heavy mech covered by a curtain in the back. Although it was covered by the curtain and its appearance could not be seen, this heavy mech was obviously a head taller than the other five "Glory 13" mechs.
"Old Wang's mecha is a special model, only he can pilot it. It's his treasure, even more precious than his wife!" the older woman said. "Even though he doesn't have a wife yet."
"Uh...where will you be going in the future?" Zhang Fan asked. "I'll let Instructor Wang know when I get back."
"Where else can we go?" The eldest sister leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and sneered, "Didn't you hear what we were doing at the bar? We're all about to be disbanded."
"Why?" Zhang Fan genuinely didn't understand. How could such a powerful fighting force be disbanded? Did the Ryan Military Command really enjoy doing things that hurt their own people and pleased their enemies?
"They won't even give us repair parts!" Old Wolf roared. "We painstakingly cobbled together five barely usable mechs. This is such a humiliating job!"
"Fine, I won't do it! I'll go back to my farm in the countryside and grow crops. I'll live a much better life there and won't have to put up with this humiliation!"
"No way? Why wouldn't the military even provide you with repair parts?" Zhang Fan found it strange.
If the war was intense in the early stages and the mechs were worn out and the logistics couldn't keep up, that would be understandable. But now that all the front lines are basically stable, and both sides are in a stalemate, with factories in the rear operating at full capacity and supplies being sent to the front lines in a steady stream, there shouldn't be a shortage of mech parts.
"That's because our vice-captain forced out the 'new' captains, and more than one at that," Old Wolf said with a laugh.
"Hehe." The eldest sister laughed, crossing her arms over her chest. "'White Tiger Gang' only has Wang Desheng as its captain. I don't like anyone riding on my head!"
Okay, now Zhang Fan understands why the Ryan military was withholding repair parts from them and threatening to revoke the "White Tiger Regiment" designation.
An army that doesn't obey orders is indeed more dangerous, no matter how powerful it is.
Woo! Woo! Woo!
Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, a piercing air raid siren blared through the night sky.
Galicia is located behind Milan's defensive line, so why would there be an air raid siren here?
Everyone looked up and saw the warships anchored in the distant starry sky emitting brilliant fireworks, being sunk one after another without warning.
What's going on?
Everyone stared wide-eyed.
"Report!" A soldier from the White Tiger Regiment rushed over. "Lieutenant! Enemy attack!"
"A fleet of the Fas Khanate has suddenly appeared in the airspace over Galilean!"
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