It was early autumn, and the sun was red in the evening. The white MXT mecha was squatting quietly like a statue thinking about some philosophical problem.
The hatch was still open. Xu Le sat on the edge of the alloy cabin wall, his feet hanging five meters in the air, like a naughty student sitting by the window on the third floor of a school. His body was very relaxed, and it was hard to notice that he was holding a data cable without the rubber covering. Of course, there was also no way to see that there was qi flowing quickly in his body and gushing out from his right arm.
Shang Qiu looked at his back under the setting sun, and her pupils could not help but shrink in shock. As an engineer, she could not understand the scene in front of her eyes.
The thin leaves on the ground were swept up by the early autumn wind, and they whistled and flew in circles in the valley. However, when they reached the top of the MXT, they could not touch Xu Le's body. About half a meter away, they twisted and fell and did not rise again.
Xu Le's body was constantly emitting some kind of heat. No, because he couldn't feel any heat, it should be some kind of energy. This kind of energy caused the rays of light from the red sun to appear abnormally distorted.
Shang Qiu felt a little headache. She rubbed her forehead, lowered her head, and looked at the curve on the data display screen again. After a while, she shook her head and said, "There is a reaction. The unit cross-section charge anomaly is very clear, but it has no meaning for the transmission of information. It's just some clutter."
Xu Le sighed softly, loosened his grip on the data cable, and raised his left arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
"What's going on?"
For a genius engineer, everything that she saw just now made Shang Qiu have a strong desire to research. She stared into Xu Le's eyes and asked directly.
"I will slowly explain it to you in the future. Don't worry, there will be plenty of opportunities. I will do this kind of experiment many times, and I will not let other technicians monitor for me." Xu Le smiled and said, "As for this experiment, it was the old man who asked me to do it when he was in Philadelphia."
As long as there was a chance to continue research, Shang Qiu was very satisfied. Thus, she did not say anything else and began to organize today's experiment data, preparing to first design a mathematical model.
Xu Le plugged the data cable back into the recessed socket, and listened to the familiar sound of the self-test. A happy and comfortable expression appeared on his face, and he patted the flat alloy plate beside him twice. The white flowers on the mountain peak responded with a crisp metallic sound.
Due to certain matters, he had been feeling rather down recently. Only when he was with a mecha would he feel much more comfortable. This was probably because the MXT mecha he was sitting on could provide him with an almost invincible boost of confidence — back in the day, the old man had been able to kill the Emperor of the Empire with just an MXT. Although I'm not that talented, with this MXT I'm sitting on, it shouldn't be too difficult for me to go to the capital special region and kill that Federation Vice President if I go all out with this body of muscles.
In fact, if it wasn't for the old man's last words, if it wasn't for the political pressure Mr. President was facing, if it wasn't for Minister Zou's reminder, Xu Le would have been in S1, continuing to investigate the case of the Ancient Bell. He would not have cared about where he was banished to or how much dirty water was splashed on him.
No, it was not just the case of the Ancient Bell. There was also the murder in the underground parking lot of the Linhai State Gymnasium and the gunman in Wood Valley Manor. All the things he had experienced these past few years all pointed towards the dark and gloomy cloud hanging over the Federation.
If that dark cloud had corroded all the machines of the Federation, then Xu Le could only control the little white flower MXT under him to do some things.
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More than ten MXT mechas were undergoing routine training in the southwest depression of the military zone. They belonged to the fourth independent team of the West Woods Military Special Mecha Brigade. During the break between training, these outstanding Federation soldiers looked at the eye-catching white MXT mecha on the mountain peak in the distance and fell into a heated debate.
As pilots of the Federation military, they knew very well that the MXT mecha used the genius concept of the twin-engine turbocharger technology. Unfortunately, due to the large load, this type of powerful mecha could not be used to its full potential in the hands of a normal pilot. There were only two people in the military who could truly control the MXT mecha.
These West Woods pilots were now arguing about which of these two people was better in terms of mecha combat. This question could also be understood as who was the strongest pilot in the Federation.
Nowadays, no one mentioned the captain from a long time ago, Colonel Lake who liked to wear sunglasses. However, some people mentioned the former captain, Hua Xiaosi.
"Colonel Xu Le was Captain Hua's instructor. You can imagine how high his level is." A West Woods pilot with a cigarette in his mouth said vaguely, "Of course Madman Li is strong. After being a soldier here for so many years, he really is invincible in the military. However, that's in terms of individual combat. Speaking of mecha combat level, Xu Le and Madman Li once fought a match at the Old Moon base."
"Didn't you see the WikiLeaks video online?" The person beside him said unconvinced, "That's because the Federal Academy of Science's Purple Sea is too f * cking useless. It's not as good as the Little White Flower made of fruit shells. But don't forget, before the Purple Sea self-destructed, Colonel Xu Le's Little White Flower was beaten into a pitiful little cabbage by Madman Li."
"Madman Li, that's the grandson of the War God."
"Speaking of tongue twisters? According to this, Colonel Xu Le was personally chosen by the War God to be his successor. If Madman Li is stronger, why didn't the War God choose his own grandson to be his successor? Why did he choose an outsider instead? "
"That's not interesting. Colonel Xu Le's traitorous teacher is the War God's younger brother. This relationship can't be that big."
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Xu Le, who was sitting at the edge of the White Flower MXT's cockpit door and smoking, did not know that many soldiers were excitedly discussing him in the distant depression. He only thought of the time when he was on the glacier battlefield in 5460 that was ravaged by a blizzard and electromagnetic storm a few years ago. He seemed to have also sat like this on the cockpit door. Lao Bai was beside him on a white MXT, while Shi Qinghai and a group of soldiers were standing on the snowy ground. Everyone took out cigarettes and held them in their mouths as they looked at him, waiting for him to extend the hot barrel of the MXT's mechanical arm to light their cigarettes.
Such an interesting, warm, and manly military life. It had been a long time since he had relived it. Looking at the current situation, he didn't even know if he had the chance to return to the division.
He waited and waited. If it didn't happen while he was waiting, then it could only happen while he was waiting. Did he really have to wait until the election was over, the president had won, and General Lee Jae-do had complete control of the military situation before those cases could continue to be investigated?
Xu Le didn't know if he could wait that long. The most important thing was that those people didn't seem to be prepared to wait any longer. Recently, he had already felt some strange and cold omens. His communication with the presidential palace and the Ministry of National Defense had suddenly become extremely difficult. It was as if some kind of invisible force was gradually exerting its power.
In the spring of the 72nd year of the standard constitutional calendar, he was in the West Woods Sunset State. It was a very cold autumn.
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"At that time, Colonel Xu Le definitely wasn't being pretentious. He was subconsciously using the Mech Darlin's thick pipe to light a cigarette. What does this mean? It means that his micro-control has reached an extremely terrifying level. It means that he is subconsciously extremely confident in his control of the mech. A few dozen tons of steel, and he is controlling it as if he is controlling his own body. Once again, this isn't being pretentious. This is truly awesome. "
"Everyone at the scene was violently shocked."
Among the West Woods pilots who were training in the low-lying areas, there was a person who admired Xu Le very much. He waved his arms and exclaimed in admiration.
"There were at least seven to eight hundred soldiers on the snowy slopes. All of them had cigarettes in their mouths, waiting for that white MXT to use the Darlin's thick pipe to light their cigarettes. You guys didn't see that scene. It was very impressive."
"Don't f * cking brag. How did you see the clean-up operation between the 17th Division and the Special Forces Federation?" someone mocked.
That pilot angrily explained, "At that time, it was a front line rotation. We were doing frontline practice. Our entire battalion was scattered and thrown onto the 5460. I saw it with my own eyes."
"This I can prove. We are from the same battalion. At that time, I was also in the north." The first pilot stamped out his cigarette and said, "Speaking of which, besides Madman Li and Colonel Xu Le, at that time in the glacier, we also met an awesome person."
That person just now remembered something. He slapped his thigh and said, "You mean that liaison officer from Green Dragon Mountain."
"That's him. Green Dragon Mountain liaison officer Shi Qinghai." The pilot was very emotional. He said, "This person is a Green Dragon Mountain bumpkin, and a civilian at that. In the end, he took away half of the 17th Division's face."
"That's an exaggeration, right? That's the 17th Division, "someone said with a laugh.
"It's not an exaggeration. You guys should know about the 7th Division. Awesome, right?"
"Awesome indeed."
The pilot said loudly, "At that time, there was a saying from the 7th Division. That Shi Qinghai is better with a gun than Xiong Linquan, fiercer than Magnolia in close combat, no worse than Gu Xifeng in electronic control, better than Hou Xiandong in battlefield first aid, faster than Liu Jiao in driving, and better than Lan Xiaolong in military school."
Hearing this, the dozen or so West Woods soldiers by the stream were all stunned. Because of that documentary, the names and powerful combat abilities of the members of the 7th Division had long been recognized by the people and soldiers of the Federation. If the 7th Division really had such a high opinion of that man …
"F * ck, is he even human?"
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From a certain point of view, Shi Qinghai was undoubtedly the most perfect man in the universe. He had received the most elite education in the Federation, and his excellent grades had allowed him to enter the Trinity Association. He had also been trained as a spy by Green Dragon Mountain's anti-government forces. His IQ was extremely high, and so was his EQ. He was also very handsome, with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. He was gentle and courteous. If he wanted to, he could charm all the girls between the ages of 16 and 60.
Except for a rich young lady who liked to wear red.
According to the people of the 7th Division, Shi Qinghai seemed to be omnipotent. In fact, this feeling was very real, and even a little narrow-minded. Except for everything on the battlefield, there seemed to be nothing in life that this poor young master was not good at.
Except for having children.
In the past few days, Shi Qinghai felt a kind of joy that was very similar to the joy of having children. Because the investigation of the past few years was about to bear fruit, the kind that was heavy and heavy.
This was going to be a beautiful autumn.
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