Chapter 137: Marshal's Careful Planning
Tong Wanwan thought that the mecha training ground that Mr. Marshal mentioned was a small venue similar to a private sports stadium.
Unexpectedly, "private" was correct, but "small venue" was extremely wrong.
Elvis's dedicated training ground was actually much larger than the most spacious training ground she had ever seen in the military academy.
And it's not just an empty space.
A small mechanical room, a mecha parking area, an aircraft storage area, and a combat simulation room filled with imaginary enemies...
There is nothing that cannot be found, only things that have not been seen.
"So amazing..." Tong Wanwan's eyes were shining. She felt like she was visiting an exhibition and was very shocked.
Elvis was one step behind her, looking at the girl from left to right with a look of admiration and fondness, and he himself was not even aware of the slight curve at the corner of his lips.
The apparent calmness and indifference is just a disguise on the outside.
The turmoil in his heart made him increasingly aware of what he was nervous about.
He could have solved the problem simply and clearly on the computer, but he invited her to training... Fortunately, the girl was used to being alone and couldn't easily see his true thoughts.
otherwise……
Elvis looked at the back of her head, at the ponytail tied low with a hair tie, trying to divert his attention from staring at the other person's beautiful profile.
However.
Her hair, which usually hangs down, was changed to a low ponytail for today's schedule. Her long hair swung slightly and carelessly behind her as she looked left and right, adding a touch of unexpected sunshine to her look.
She gathered her hair loosely with a hairband, revealing her slender neck. A few strands of soft black hair fell behind her fair neck, making the black darker and the white whiter.
Pure and sexy.
At this moment, Tong Wanwan saw a super handsome black and gold battle armor on the right and glanced over in surprise.
Elvis was startled and subconsciously looked away quickly.
The girl was completely unaware, her eyes still sparkling: "This one is so cool!"
"Yeah." Elvis responded, and at some point, he slowly shifted his gaze back.
This time, Tong Wanwan tilted her head slightly.
He looked at it a few more times for some reason.
A surprising discovery - there was also a small black mole on the right side of the girl's neck, below her white jade-like ear, which was as imperceptible as the mole on the tip of her nose.
But his eyesight happened to be very good, and after looking for a long time, he always felt that even a small black mole had a strange temptation.
I want someone to hold me in his arms, bow his head, let his warm breath blow on my neck, and little by little, let his own breath cling to me delicately and seamlessly.
Elvis rarely gets distracted, but Tong Wanwan catches him almost every time.
"Mr. Marshal," she couldn't help asking, "When do we start?"
When does it begin?
The man's expression remained unchanged, but his fingertips moved slightly: "What?"
Tong Wanwan: "Um... mecha training."
Ives: “!”
He acted as if nothing had happened, took a few steps forward to lead the way, "Follow me."
The mecha parking area he had just passed by was filled with mostly older models. He had kept them with him for so long, and he didn't want to discard them, so he placed them there and would occasionally come in for maintenance and repairs.
And what he is using now is also a unique mecha designed by himself: Silver Engine.
No one else has ever been on this mecha.
He personally designed, manufactured, and completed each unit. Even if it needed repairs, he wouldn't let a mecha repairman touch it, even for a second.
"This is... Yin Qing?!" Tong Wanwan opened her eyes wide and stood there in a daze, obviously recognizing it.
She had seen this majestic mecha more than once, in special interviews with Elvis or in battlefield broadcasts.
This silver-white combat mecha, which shines the brightest under the warmest sunlight, has been deeply marked with the mark of Marshal Elvis and has truly become his signature "weapon".
It is no exaggeration to say that even in the most hopeless battlefield, as long as Yin Qing is found, even if the reinforcements are only Yin Qing, it is like seeing an exciting and dazzling ray of hope.
She was silent for a long time before she spoke softly, "Mr. Marshal, should we use another mecha?"
"Why?"
Elvis frowned.
The first thing that comes to mind is...
Did she dislike the shape of the Silver King? Or the color?
"Yin Qing is a very precious friend of Mr. Marshal," she said in a dilemma, "I still..."
"You too," Ives interrupted.
“…Huh?”
It was the first time that Tong Wanwan felt so confused.
Elvis chose his words carefully and explained, "You are also very precious."
"Friends," he added after a pause.
Tong Wanwan:!
"Yiyiyiyiyiyi!" She was about to go crazy.
1551 System: [?]
"Did I hear it wrong? Mr. Marshal said I am a very precious friend..."
She was incredulous: "And...you're putting me on the same level as Yin Qing?!"
1551: [. ]
It was really Wu Yu’s mother who opened the door for Wu Yu, and Wu Yu was home!
This friend is not that friend, and it is well aware of this fact, but it can no longer find a way to resist the Marshal's uninterrupted offensive.
Look how happy the host is, wow.
Out of sight, out of mind. Just turn it off.
"Go ahead and sit in the driver's seat," said Elvis.
He opened the hatch of the mecha, jumped in, turned around and stretched out his hand, with a sense of irresistible temptation.
“Just treat it as a visit.”
Would you like to visit the exclusive mecha of the First Marshal of the Federation?
Tong Wanwan licked her lips, jumped to the cabin door using the platform, held the Marshal's hand, and let him pull her in.
The inner wall of the Silver Engine is a dark black metal wall with a faint blue glow, which allows the driver's vision to be more focused on the operating console.
Ordinary mechas only have one driver's seat, but Tong Wanwan discovered that this one has two seats, the driver and the co-pilot, and the operating console is shared.
"Sit down," Ivis said nonchalantly, "I'll be in the passenger seat to assist you."
Because it uses a shared control panel, any operational errors made by the pilot can be corrected immediately by the co-pilot, allowing everyone to "perform their respective duties and fulfill their responsibilities." This makes it a very useful two-person mecha.
Tong Wanwan nodded and sat down obediently.
Elvis lowered his eyes and secretly used his mental power to connect to the Yinqing core system, adding the second and final person's permanent open permissions.
When designing the Silver Engine, he simply thought that the two-person mecha would be a breakthrough point for the Federation to further advance on the battlefield in the future.
I never thought I would lead a second person into the control cabin, nor did I ever agree to any request from any colleague or friend.
But today…
He brought another person.
And willingly.
(End of this chapter)
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