"Truth? What truth? "
Huai Caoshi's eyes suddenly narrowed. Soon after, she said lightly, "There is no truth. The nobles only know how to show greedy eyes in the dark night. How can they hurt His Majesty the Emperor?"
Na Song didn't hear Her Highness' answer clearly. His rapidly narrowing pupils had been tightly grasped by the scene in front of him.
In the beginning, he didn't know where the nervousness in his heart came from. It wasn't until the ground under his knees suddenly began to tremble slightly and a faint buzzing sound came from the Red Mill shrouded in darkness that he finally understood what was happening at this moment.
Impossible. After more than ten days of crazy and reckless mecha pursuit, Her Highness' Peach Miasma mecha couldn't possibly hold on. There were no military bases in this vast mulberry sea, no factories, and not even an automated assembly line. Before they surrounded the Red Mill, his mecha unit had carefully monitored for a period of time and confirmed that Her Highness' mecha had lost all mobility.
In fact, Her Highness' new mecha, which left a deep impression with countless metal boxes hanging from its joints, looked like a pile of metal trash. It had been lying quietly and helplessly on its side by the stream behind the Red Mill just now. It was like a pile of metal trash.
Why did this pile of metal trash suddenly move?
He was stunned in place, still in a kneeling position. He raised his head to look at the tall shadow in front of him. This shadow was as heavy as millions of tons of steel. His body suddenly stiffened.
This was the last question the imperial officer Na Song asked before his life ended.
In the middle of the night, in the Red Mill by the stream, the rebel army's mecha stared in shock at the terrifying mecha that looked like a demon. It woke up from its deathly stillness and returned from hell. It stood up at high speed with a loud roar and smashed through the shabby houses, causing dust and debris to fill the air.
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At this critical moment when the situation suddenly changed, there was a moment when time stopped. In this short period of time, in the dim cockpit of the Peach Miasma mecha filled with the smell of inferior engine oil, Xu Le's eyes were abnormally bright. His gaze pierced through the light screen in front of him and stared at the back of the figure in front of the crumbling Red Mill.
That person's back was a little thin. She, who usually gave people a feeling of invincibility, appeared so small and weak under the heavy metal mecha's feet.
As long as he gave the command, the Peach Miasma Mecha would raise its gigantic mechanical legs and stomp the opponent into meat paste.
The Federation's most powerful and dangerous enemy had suddenly become an ant that could be easily stepped on because of such an opportunity that was hard to replicate. This kind of temptation was hard to resist.
The Peach Miasma mecha had been repaired, and its power output was now at 37%. If he could kill this person in front of him in one blow, Xu Le had a 60% chance of avoiding the encirclement of these traitors and driving the Peach Miasma into the dark night.
However, the person he wanted to kill the most had his back facing the Peach Miasma Mecha, but his hands were behind his back the entire time.
A remote control device was emitting a faint light between the pair of hands that didn't seem to be strong but rather delicate.
With just a glance, Xu Le suddenly felt the two bloody holes above his shoulder blades begin to hurt. It was as if his blood and bones would explode in the next moment, turning him into a miserable corpse.
The other party hadn't pressed the remote control, but just the thought of it made him feel cold.
Even though they were surrounded by danger, Xu Le in the cockpit and Huai Caoshi in the shadows of the mecha still managed to make a bet in such a short amount of time.
They were betting on who was faster, and the chips were each other's lives.
Xu Le's bright eyes abruptly dimmed. Expressionlessly, he suppressed that impulse. His right hand quickly entered the mimicry command and opened the hatch of the Peach Miasma Mecha.
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The Federation's mecha horde had reacted quickly enough. By the time they noticed the abnormality, the Moon Wolf mecha, which had been in a state of alert all this time, began to howl and pounce forward. At the same time, the long-range weapons on its mechanical arms were ready to fire. However, they were still faster than that mecha and that person.
The Peach Miasma Mecha burst out of the Red Mill, abruptly becoming a shadow.
Huai Caoshi stood expressionlessly in front of the window. The window frame gradually shattered, the walls crumbling. The scene around her seemed to accelerate in time and then rapidly crumble. She coldly looked at Na Song, who still hadn't managed to retract his stunned expression. Her feet pushed off the ground, and in a dense gust of air, her body quickly flew backwards.
After more than ten days and nights of pursuit, the large patches of blood-stained silk clothing were severely damaged. As she flew backwards, it scattered in all directions, like the ancient robes of a god fluttering in the starlight.
The hatch of the Peach Miasma Mecha behind her had already opened.
She was like a monarch returning to the throne that represented power, returning to her seat.
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The howling and sharp sounds of gunfire rang out. The mulberry trees in three directions in front of the Red Mill were viciously cut down by the sharp shrapnel. The white stubble jutted out sharply, splinters flying in all directions. Suddenly, the rebel mecha horde were attacked, and the muffled sound of gunfire was deafening.
It was only then that the rebel soldiers in the mecha realized that although they had done a lot of preparation work, they still had no way of getting access to the data of the ammunition ratio of His Highness's mecha. It was even possible that the data of the ammunition they had was fake data deliberately sent out by His Highness's intelligence department.
Because of this fatal error in intelligence, the rebel mecha horde had never imagined that Her Highness' Peach Miasma Mecha would have such a shocking amount of ammunition. Instantly, a small opening appeared in the encirclement.
Of course, the most fatal reason for this situation still puzzled them. This had nothing to do with intelligence. This Peach Miasma Mecha had clearly been severely damaged and could not be activated. Why did it have to be activated again at the most critical moment?
Amidst the flying shrapnel, there was the ear-piercing sound of the heavy mecha stomping through the ground at high speed. After the Peach Miasma Mecha's sudden display of power, the rebel mecha … and even Xu Le, who was in the Peach Miasma cockpit, all thought that Huai Caoshi would choose to retreat quickly after this wave of fierce attacks. She would leap over the small stream behind the mill and throw herself into the darkness that could hide everything.
Thus, the 10 mecha flanking the rebel mecha horde rushed towards the small stream. They knew of Her Highness' near invincible mecha battle strength and the terrifying mobility of the Peach Miasma Mecha. If they didn't advance in advance, there was no way they could stop the other.
However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Huai Caoshi, who had quickly taken over control of the Peach Miasma Mecha, valiantly chose an even more direct path.
When the two flanking rebel mecha advanced towards the small stream at high speed, the Peach Miasma Mecha charged straight ahead.
The red mill collapsed to the ground. The walls were reduced to dust under the concentrated attack of bullets. Under the starlight, the dust on the walls actually looked a little like the miasma formed by the dew on pink peach blossoms.
The Peach Miasma Mecha whistled through the red miasma. The alloy body of the Peach Miasma Mecha was wrapped in wisps of dust. With a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly, it coldly attacked the rebel mecha horde in front of it. With a hiss, a five-meter-long multi-layered forged alloy gun was pulled out of its case. It spun at high speed in the mechanical arms, dancing with the starlight and red dust.
It was like a giant and terrifying peach blossom.
The Peach Miasma was poisonous. The peach blossom petals could not be blocked. Upon contact, one would die.
The rebel mechs that were blocking the path of the Peach Miasma mech all fell to the ground in a flash of red, their mechs exploding!
In the mulberry forest filled with the smell of burnt flesh, six Empire Moon Wolf mecha lay wretchedly on the ground. Their outer armor was damaged and curled up. Sparks flew in all directions. There were two mecha that had been knocked down that did not completely lose power. Their metal joints crackled, causing the mechanical arms to contract futilely and even sorrowfully like patients on their deathbed.
The night wind blew past. The red mill had already been reduced to ruins. The dust gradually settled. The Empire officer named Nason had been crushed to death by the falling wall. His eyes were wide open and unwilling to close. The Peach Miasma Mecha had long disappeared without a trace.
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The cockpit of the Peach Miasma Mecha was silent. The lights were dim and only the rising and falling of the mecha indicated that it was running at high speed.
After breaking through the encirclement of the mecha swarm, Huai Caoshi did not take revenge on Xu Le for the trace of killing intent that had leaked out from the Peach Miasma Mecha behind her. After a long period of silence, she suddenly said, "If you can repair the Peach Miasma Mecha for me like you did today, even if it can only maintain 30% of its power output, I can still clear out all the rebel mecha in this sea of mulberry trees."
Humans were the number one machines.
Hearing Huai Caoshi's calm and confident judgment, Xu Le suddenly remembered what the uncle had once said. This princess seemed to never feel tired. The strength in her body was inexhaustible. Her mind could always maintain a high level of concentration. She was like a cold machine. But she … was still human.
"There is no such possibility." After coughing twice, he replied hoarsely, "You have to admit, your luck this time was too good. There just so happened to be enough parts in that storeroom, and the core components of the Peach Miasma Mecha were not damaged. The miniature repair arm is also still functional."
"But even if you can find enough parts in this agricultural area, this kind of repair cannot be continued indefinitely. Using agricultural machinery to replace precision military mecha, even if it can be activated, as long as the mecha's engine is running, the severe wear and tear between the components will continue, and it will only worsen until the structure explodes."
The cockpit once again fell silent. As a mecha combat genius, although Huai Caoshi was far inferior to Xu Le in the field of mecha repair, she must have done some research. She knew that Xu Le's judgment was correct. This person's repair skills were indeed shocking, but in the end, it could only be a temporary replacement and support for a period of time.
After a long period of silence, she spoke again and asked coldly, "A few hours ago in the Red Mill, you once told me how Li Pifu assassinated my grandfather."
Xu Le's eyes narrowed. Looking at the side of her face, he said, "Back then, the war god traveled thousands of miles, hiding along the way, attacking the Empire's lone mecha. Then, he used these broken mecha parts to replace and repair them."
"Can this method still be used now?" Huai Caoshi asked.
"They are all Empire mecha. It should be easier to use," Xu Le replied with a smile.
"Then let's do it this way," Huai Caoshi said, "I will be responsible for hunting down those traitors' mecha. You will be responsible for repairing them."
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