() It’s really unlucky for people to have trouble drinking water!

The new mecha quickly seized this opportunity, and immediately grabbed its armored saber and stabbed it straight into the cockpit. I only had time to use my claws to grab its head and resist its forward trend.

But this was of little use, because my power was running out, while the new mecha kept increasing its power and thrust the saber over bit by bit.

"Kick-kick"

The joint fixing bolts of the two mechas made terrible sounds under the huge pressure, but the situation on my side was obviously more serious, because two of the fixing bolts had bounced out, and the others had also withstood the limit. After all, it was loading and unloading.

The tools used are incomparable in strength to those of military products.

The new mecha took the opportunity to approach a few meters closer, and the tip of the knife was almost in front of my nose.

"Fuck, I'll give it to you if I like it so much."

I unbuckled my safety belt, kicked open the hatch that was riddled with holes in the fight, picked up the rocket launcher, turned over and jumped out.

The height of the working mecha is more than five meters, and there is a height difference of nearly three meters when jumping from the cockpit, which is almost the same as jumping from the first floor. Fortunately, the thick snow alleviated a lot of impact, and I just fell.

That's it. Almost in an instant, all the fixing bolts of the mechanical arm collapsed, and the new mecha plunged the entire saber into an empty cockpit.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

The wounds all over my body were washed by the snow when I landed on the ground. They were cold and painful. I vented all my anger on my weapons. I picked up the anti-armor rocket launcher and blasted it with one shot.

The distance is very close, and there is almost no possibility of evasion. However, the local mecha soldiers still try to avoid it. It can be seen that the quality is indeed very good, at least above the average level.

But soon he found that he couldn't hide.

Because the mechanical claws of the working mecha were still tightly clasping his head like an iron chain!

"boom"

The cockpit was opened by the explosion of the armor-piercing warhead. The new mecha shook a few times, dragging its opponent to the ground like two hills, splashing a large piece of snow powder.

I dropped the empty hair tube and gasped fiercely. Only then did I feel that I had exerted too much strength and my hands and feet were a little weak. I shook my palm hard and pulled out the Du Bei from my waist.

That old Makarov-style 9mm automatic pistol. I opened the slide and loaded it according to the method taught by the military academy professor. I bent over (too painful to straighten up) and touched it bit by bit like a new mecha. I wanted to check it out.

.

"Haha, the latest mecha and the best pilot were killed by you with this kind of thing. It's really extraordinary."

A voice suddenly sounded from the mecha. Although I was mentally prepared, I was still frightened.

Because that's a girl's voice.

Before this, I had thought about many possible situations, such as surrendering to me intact, resisting with gunfire, or a half-dead man with only one breath left to tell me his last words, but I never thought that there was a girl.

The voice, and this voice is very special, not as arrogant as Edith, nor as charming as Bronya, but it gives people a condescending and oppressive feeling like a princess.

I hate this feeling, and what makes me hate it even more is that I soon discovered that I was not talking to a real person, but a satellite communication device installed on the head of the mecha.

"What the hell are you?"

I wiped a handful of blood from my face and asked coldly.

"Haha, you are really rude. You have killed many of my people anyway. Is this your attitude?"

The voice on the other side was not annoyed at all, but I was already annoyed, extremely annoyed.

"I'm asking you what the hell is this?!"

The other person's answer was straightforward.

"I don't need to answer you. Oh, and you don't need to ask me about my purpose. I won't answer either."

"What is that ** here for?"

I feel like I really want to kill someone right now, but that voice is still understatement, using another way to express her contempt.

"Nothing, just saying hello, Major General Chen. By the way, I hope you will be careful not to get too close to dangerous goods."

"Varied….."

My cursing stopped just as I started, because I soon heard a strange mechanical startup sound inside the mecha. I heard this sound several times in the mechanical principles class.

It’s the sound of the self-destruct device being activated!

I turned around and ran almost reflexively, and then threw myself on the snow. The next second, there was an earth-shattering explosion behind me, and then there was a series of explosions of ammunition and oil, and the flying fragments came from me one after another.

It flew over my head and almost cut off my skull. When I looked back, the self-destruction device was completely destroyed. There was only a pile of burning skeletons left. I didn’t need to look to know that there was another new type of mecha.

also suffered the same fate.

The hope of finding some data to recover the losses was completely shattered. I felt terribly depressed. Although I felt that there was something wrong with what the bitch said, I was not in the mood to think about it carefully, so I had to drag my tired steps back.

The last survivor, Du Bei, was dead. To be precise, I knew from the beginning that with his injuries, there was no way he could survive in the wild. The only way was to carry him to the camp for treatment.

But can I do it?

I don't know, and I don't dare to imagine it. I can only feel shamefully glad that fate did not give me this multiple-choice question, and I am also glad that he did not see me returning from failure.

Du Bei's hand was still pointing in that direction, and his eyes were wide open unwillingly. I covered them with my hands several times without letting him close his eyes. Finally, I exhausted all my strength and sat down next to him.

I couldn't get up either. I used the remaining hemostatic glue to treat the more obvious wounds. The more serious parts on the back were more difficult. Fortunately, the agents also brought some simple medicines with them, and I could also use alcohol and bandages.

The old method of class is a makeshift solution.

At this time, something seemed to be ringing on Du Bei's body, which was particularly harsh in the quiet forest. I rummaged through his body and finally found a military PCP with an encrypted number that I was familiar with printed on it.

"Sorry, Cat, I messed up."

This is my first sentence.

There was silence for a while, and I felt that with Old Mao's mind, he should be able to guess what it meant when I answered the phone.

"You don't have to blame yourself, Sergeant. I am also responsible for this. I didn't expect that I was being monitored, and I didn't expect that they would do it so quickly."

"No, if I identify those pretenders..."

"That's just one more dead body. And since they're here, they must have a plan to spare you. Even if you don't say it, it won't help."

I immediately thought of two new mechas, but this did not completely dispel my guilt, so I briefly talked about what happened in the battle just now, and added a question at the end.

"Can you find out who did it?"

"There aren't too many people in this world who can attack our people in a big way, but it's also difficult to investigate. There are more than three suspects in the Republic alone," Old Mao thought for a while, and said hesitantly, "But

According to what you said, I always feel that this force also has another purpose, which is to test you."

"Testing? Why?"

I don’t know why the old cat’s words became a little vague.

"Probably... I see you are young and have a lot of money, so I want to have more contact with you."

I sneered.

"Deal? I'm going to kill that bitch sooner or later."

Maybe my tone was indeed very vicious, and the old cat was so frightened that I changed the topic.

"By the way, what do you plan to do with the body?"

I glanced at the mess around me and replied depressedly:

"Dig a hole and bury it properly."

I clearly felt that the old cat rolled his eyes. Although I didn't see it, I was sure that he must have done that.

Then he said to me in a tone of lecturing an idiot:

"Brother, please use your brain and stop doing random things. Twelve people are twelve pits, plus weapons and other contraband. You don't have much time to dig this hole until how long you want to dig it.

Already."

To be precise, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and there were still four and a half hours before morning breakfast. I was immediately stunned. I really hadn't considered this matter, so I had to ask what I should do.

"It's very simple," Old Cat's tone was suddenly as cold as ice, "Take down all the clothes, weapons, and things that can prove your identity and bury them as far away as possible. We will complete the other destruction work. You only need to

Just make sure there aren't any clues."

I eagerly wanted to hear the follow-up method, but there was no follow-up to what Lao Mao said.

"What about the corpse?"

"There is no way to deal with it, so just leave it outside. If the war continues for a while, no matter how low the temperature is, it will probably rot to the point that it cannot be inspected..."

I jumped up immediately.

"Are you even a human being!"

After all, I worked alone and silently in a foreign country for eight years. After all, I fought hard and died. After all, I am also a subordinate of your old cat, but what kind of bullshit are you talking about? You are dealing with potatoes, sweet potatoes and potatoes that cannot be sold out.

??!

This time the old cat answered quickly:

"It's a man, a soldier."

But I pushed back just as quickly:
Chapter completed!