A cold, powerful, and greedy specter of a mecha was floating in the sea of mulberry trees.
In order to encircle and annihilate the specter, the rebel army, which had already arrived outside the Liban Planet's atmosphere, had sent a large number of mechas and heavy armored troops into the sea of green.
While the Governor-General, who controlled the most powerful military on the planet's surface, had been forced to remain silent, the rebel army could sweep through the entire planet. However, in front of the specter mecha, in the sea of mulberry trees where day and night alternated, the mechas and heavy armored troops suddenly felt like they had changed from being hunters to being hunted. They were confused and panicked until their hearts were shaken and they were secretly trembling in fear.
Between dawn and dusk, the cold rainy night, and the scorching sun at noon, the mechas and heavy armored troops of the rebel army seemed to be under attack all the time.
The mulberry leaves swayed in the wind, dispersing the shadows. A few cunning rabbits fled in panic among the weeds. The mechas that were carrying out reconnaissance missions or were alone were instantly destroyed by the specter mecha. Then, they were miserably torn apart into wreckage. It looked like their internal organs had been devoured by primitive barbarians who believed in demons.
The main army of the rebel army had approached the specter mecha many times, but the specter mecha had used some unknown method to silently disappear from its original spot, leaving behind only the monotonous sea of mulberry trees, which was so dull that it made one's eyes go numb. It made a rustling sound, as if it was mocking the futility of these people.
More and more mechas of the rebel army were destroyed in the encirclement. Not a single mecha could escape or even withstand the sneak attack of the specter mecha for a few seconds. Once they encountered the specter mecha, they would die. This shadow, which was like a curse, shrouded the entire encirclement army. When they thought about the identity and legend of the person in the cockpit of the specter mecha, the rebels could not help but feel extremely tense.
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The mecha was called Peach Miasma, but its body was painted with the black hibiscus flower that represented the imperial family of the empire. It moved like a specter through the dense, green mulberry forest.
Most of the metal boxes hanging from the joints had been destroyed, and 70% of the original alloy armor had been destroyed. Instead, it had been replaced with armor that had been picked up from somewhere. There were still clear traces of the use of high-temperature cutting guns and welding guns on the armor plates. The outer armor, which looked like beggars' clothes, was sprayed with oil sputtering lines. Together with the damage marks left behind by the fierce battle, it looked like a painting of the Galaxy Sect, which was famous for its ugliness and fury.
The Peach Miasma mecha, which had never contributed anything in terms of aesthetics, now looked more like a walking pile of metal garbage than ever before.
The internal components of the mecha had already been repaired countless times. Who knew how many parts had been swapped out? Those temporary replacement parts were helplessly wearing themselves down, letting out a sad, low grinding sound.
The two slender mechanical legs, nearly three meters tall, were unable to ensure an absolutely precise dynamic balance because they had collected the spherical joints of two different mecha. Every time it moved forward at high speed, the Peach Miasma Mecha would always tilt its body, like a walking pile of metal trash. Suddenly, it looked a little like a poor crippled metal patient.
To make this mech that looked like it would fall apart at any moment move, to the point where it was close to going on strike countless times, only to once again let out a low rumble, and even to the point where it could continue to fight for many days and nights in a row, to be able to do all this was naturally thanks to the mechanic jointly cultivated by the Federal Nutshell Company and Uncle Feng Yu.
The joys and sorrows of humans were not the same. The joys and sorrows of the people of the Federation and the people of the empire were diametrically opposite. Fortunately, both sides had absolutely similar thinking patterns and the same baffling units of measurement and design concepts. Even the operation of the simple maintenance arm seemed to be the same.
Even with Huai Caoshi's translation, Xu Le could not fully understand the technical parameters on the imperial mecha's components. However, when his hands touched the cold handle of the maintenance arm and pressed the switch, he very quickly began to familiarize himself with all the machinery, or rather, everything related to metal.
And he fixed it.
He even used the limited components to modify a rebel army electronic mecha station that the Peach Miasma mecha had destroyed. Although he did not succeed in infiltrating the rebel army's command system, he greatly improved the Peach Miasma mecha's electronic shielding ability.
In the instant he completed the modification, Xu Le thought of that truly amazing electronics expert he had met. Thinking of Gu Xifeng's ten plump fingers, he silently assessed that among the ranks of normal combat forces, the Empire's electronics technology level was far inferior to the Federation's.
The rebel army encirclement and suppression forces in the mulberry tree sea were shocked and even terrified by the fact that the Peach Miasma mecha was like a specter, as if it would never have any mechanical problems. No matter how many intense mecha battles it experienced, the next time it appeared, it would still be in perfect condition. Although this specter mecha seemed to be becoming more and more tattered, the combat strength it displayed did not decrease in the slightest.
The rebel army could not understand how the other had done this. Even though the staff officers had deduced some things from the pieces of the Moon Wolf mecha, they still found it hard to believe that there was someone in this universe who could complete this kind of repair work that required expensive and heavy equipment in this absolutely agricultural region. Moreover, the other party had completely used the parts of the Moon Wolf mecha to repair it!
The rebel army officers gradually developed a misconception that the Highness they were currently encircling was not fighting alone. In this vast sea of mulberry trees, there seemed to be a large logistics base operating continuously, providing an unending stream of powerful support for the Highness's specter mecha.
However, this sea of mulberry trees had already been swept clean by the rebel army. Where could there possibly be a large logistics base?
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Huai Caoshi had not made any comments regarding the level of mecha repair Xu Le had displayed these past few days. That ordinary face of hers did not even reveal a trace of emotion, but deep down, she was already deeply shaken.
She knew that this Federation man beside her was an extremely powerful soldier, even qualified to engage in a fair mecha battle with her. However, she did not care about any of this. Her valiant strength and self-confidence were enough to support her contempt for Xu Le. However, seeing how the Peach Miasma mecha had actually managed to hold out for so many days under this seemingly ordinary pair of hands, she could not help but feel admiration.
Amidst the admiration was a strong sense of wariness. Amidst the wariness was confusion — the same confusion as those rebel army officers.
The Federation's mecha research was not that far ahead of the Empire's. The level of the industry determined the level of operation. Huai Caoshi could not understand how this person had managed to develop such inconceivable mecha repair skills. Could it be that this kind of thing also required talent?
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(Watch the game, watch the game. That's all. I forgot to mention it yesterday, so I'll make up for it today. After reading what I've written these past few days, I feel quite good. Has my excitement threshold dropped? Haha. It's been a long time since I've done something narcissistic. Today, I've ruined my own character for Spain …
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