There weren't many people who dared to threaten the commander of the Iron Seventh Division in front of more than ten thousand soldiers, and Madman Li was undoubtedly one of them.
The only son of the Lees of Philadelphia, entered the army at the age of twelve, killed countless people on the frontlines of the West Woods, and had a violent personality. He dared to rush into Parliament Hill and beat up a senator, so he probably really dared to kill a commander of the Federation.
However, Du Shaoqing's face still didn't show any emotion. He didn't even turn his head to look. He only said in a low voice, "Colonel Li Feng, there's no benefit for you to hastily interfere in this matter, other than making things more complicated and troublesome."
After saying this, Du Shaoqing immediately pulled the trigger under his index finger. Between the complicated mechanical structure at the back of the heavy ACW long-range sniper rifle in his hand, the electronic pulse ignition was completed in an instant. The preloaded composite armor-piercing hard ink bullet whizzed out of the hollow strong alloy barrel, accompanied by a muffled sound. It spun terrifyingly at a high speed and shot towards the broken mecha in the distance.
"You dare!"
Li Feng's eyes widened as he roared furiously. His index finger pressed down again, ready to fire at any time. A few Iron Seventh Division special guards bravely stood in between the rifle and the commander, but they were thrown out like stones.
"Li Feng, he's from the Empire."
"If he's from the Empire, then you're a f * cking woman."
Du Shaoqing smiled, and then ignored what was happening behind him. He was also extremely indifferent to the situation where Li Feng could kill him at any time. His right index finger steadily pulled the trigger again, and the heavy ACW made a dull sound again.
In the field in the distance, the broken MXT mecha was trying to stand up again, but two hard ink armor-piercing bullets came at high speed. With terrifying precision and high rotation speed, they directly shredded the outer armor of the right mechanical leg and blasted into the alloy spherical joint. After two dull sounds, the mechanical leg made an extremely unpleasant sound, and the heavy mecha that had just propped up a little fell heavily, sending a cloud of mud flying.
After the first dull sound of the ACW, Madman Li sensed Du Shaoqing's intention and forcibly suppressed the urge to pull the trigger. However, right after, he found that Du Shaoqing still had no intention of stopping shooting. What made him even angrier was that the opponent had clearly made adjustments. Then, where was he going to shoot next? The mecha cockpit?
Du Shaoqing raised the heavy sniper rifle in his hands and aimed into the distance. His body, wrapped in the dark green military uniform, was incomparably straight, like the white sun in the autumn wind.
Seeing this scene, Madman Li's breathing quickened, not because he was nervous, but because the violent emotions in his mind were about to explode. His strong and burly body swelled slightly, and his military uniform tightened. He was ready to attack at any moment, but he didn't dare to make any movements. This was because even he didn't have the confidence to knock down the opponent before Du Shaoqing fired.
Whether it was military exercises, the West Woods, or the battlefield of the Empire, as a lieutenant general, Du Shaoqing had never displayed his military prowess. He only needed to command. Even at this moment, some of the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division in the wilderness were seeing their commander shoot for the first time.
There was nothing special about Du Shaoqing's tactical action of raising his gun, aiming, and firing. It was just clean and standard, and there was no fault to be found in any of the details. However, it was this strong sense of rhythm and smoothness that made people like Madman Li feel a chill in their hearts.
This was not some kind of battle talent, but purely the boring basic tactical action training that he had done day after day, year after year, ever since he joined the army. It probably took thousands or even tens of thousands of serious repetitions to deeply engrave this set of actions into his body's instincts.
Madman Li looked at Du Shaoqing's back, and his delicate and clear eyebrows furrowed into two swords. Faintly, dangerous sparks could be seen when the sharp edges cut into each other. He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Commander Du Shaoqing, Xu Le has shown mercy."
More than ten Iron Seventh Division's black MX mecha were overturned in the wilderness. Some were sputtering sparks, while others were lying on the ground like trash. Gradually, the cockpits opened, and the pilots who had escaped death climbed out with the help of their comrades. Although they were covered in blood, they did not look like they were in any life-threatening danger.
During the fierce battle just now, Li Feng had not been able to get close to the temporary command post on the mountain. He could only hide in a dense formation somewhere and watch silently. As one of the three strongest pilots of the younger generation in the universe, he had long noticed that Xu Le's Little White Flower's performance in battle was a little strange.
Of course, Little White Flower's mecha had unleashed all its power, but when choosing a target, MXT would most of the time choose the Iron Seventh Division mecha's head, neck, and chest joint, or the inside of the mecha's legs. Destroying important components such as the SCC, infrared, and balance meter could cause the Iron Seventh Division mecha to lose their combat ability, but it was not the usual method of directly attacking the vital points in mecha battles.
That was why he said that Xu Le had been merciful.
Looking at their comrades who were struggling to climb out of the cockpit, some of the Iron Seven Division officers thought of the fact that T Company had only suffered shoulder injuries in the military court. The crowd fell silent. One of the officers actually stood up and looked at Du Shaoqing bravely and respectfully. He said in a trembling voice, "Commander, what do you think?"
"Xu Le is from the Empire."
Du Shaoqing's expression was cold, and there was an unquestionable strength in his deep voice.
Madman Li looked at him in a daze. He grabbed his hair as if he had nowhere to vent his anger, and shouted at him furiously.
"Don't forget, the number of Empire soldiers who have died in his hands is no less than the number of you and me! Say that he's from the Empire? No one will believe that! I don't believe it, and none of your soldiers here will believe it! No one in the entire Federation will f * cking believe it! "
Du Shaoqing was silent and did not answer.
Madman Li waved his left hand and said angrily, "Can that old bastard Lee Jae-do and those fellows in the capital be believed? Only you would be stupid enough to believe them. You're really a f * cking stupid woman! "
Hearing the words "old bastard," Du Shaoqing's steel-carved face moved slightly, and an extremely strange and unnatural smile appeared on his face. He replied indifferently, "My mother is indeed a woman, but she's not stupid. Furthermore, she … is definitely not from the Empire."
At this moment, Li Feng suddenly felt that no matter how crazy he was, there was nothing he could do in front of this famous iron general of the Federation. It was obvious that he could not communicate with him.
Suddenly, he thought of something painful, and his young and ruthless face quickly calmed down. He looked at Du Shaoqing and said slowly, "I understand. You just want to kill Xu Le, no matter who he is. But I must remind you that the Federal Army strictly forbids the killing of prisoners. Even if he is a soldier of the Empire, after he has lost the ability to resist, he still needs to go through a trial before he can be executed. You … cannot use torture! "
The last few words hit the ground like copper beans and bounced up stiffly. Li Feng stared at Du Shaoqing and said coldly, "This time, I won't just watch you bunch of trash kill him like you're killing a tiger."
Hearing the word 'tiger', Du Shaoqing's expression suddenly became very, very distant. It was as if his body was in the middle of this mountain, but the real person was nowhere to be found. The heavy ACW in his hand slowly moved downwards. Pop! Pop!
Pop! Pop!
In the shortest amount of time possible, the ACW in Du Shaoqing's hand fired fiercely. In the distance, the broken Little White Flower's mecha's right mechanical leg, which was the only thing supporting it, finally broke after countless attacks. The heavy mecha fell to the ground with a boom.
Throwing away the empty ACW, Du Shaoqing took a pair of sunglasses from the orderly beside him. After putting them on, he slowly turned around and looked at Li Feng expressionlessly.
"Xu Le is a citizen of the Empire. This is not a crime forged by that old bastard father of yours or by Mr. President. This is the judgment of the Charter Central Computer. My division's military operation this time is not an official operation. It is directly authorized by the Bureau of Proclamation. "
Hearing these words, Madman Li's expression became extremely strange. As a citizen of the Federation who lived under the Charter of The Glory Of The Charter, he might not normally feel the existence of that glory, but once he had to think about it, he would never doubt that the Federal Central Computer would make a mistake.
"That's why I don't understand why you want to stop me from killing Xu Le. In my opinion, it's better to let him die than to let him suffer this kind of mental torture after learning the truth."
Madman Li slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun. Looking at Du Shaoqing who was walking away without paying any attention to him, he said loudly, "But in the end, you still didn't shoot."
Du Shaoqing's footsteps paused. After a long silence, he replied, "Because I also hoped that the Charter Central Computer might have made a mistake this time, although … the possibility is basically zero."
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A thunderous roar rang out in the eastern skies. More than ten Federation close-range fighter K12s roared over at high speed, flying towards that battered MXT mecha in the middle of the mountain. The people on the ground could even clearly see as many as nine oxtail air-to-ground missiles under the wings of the fighters. It was very clear that the purpose of these fighters was to blast that MXT mecha, which no longer had any mobility, into pieces of unbreakable metal.
Madman Li, who had already walked not too far in front of Little White Flower's mecha, abruptly raised his head. Seeing the fighters roaring towards him at high speed from the east, he thought to himself, I wonder which troop is this clown who has come to take advantage of the situation to lick his father's chrysanthemum. Anger rose in his anger and disdain, and he roared, "Scram!"
This "Scram", full of anger and terrifying power, was really like a thunderclap exploding in the sky above the mountain, even suppressing the roar of those fighter jets!
The pilots on the fighter jets had already discovered that Federation officer through their high-sensitivity surveillance equipment. Then, through contact with Iron Seventh Division's ground forces, they learned of this person's identity. In the shortest amount of time, they released the button to launch the missiles, pulled up in a hurry, and flew towards the southwest. They really did come with a murderous aura, and then they flew away resentfully with their heads down.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the black mechas of Iron Seventh Division around the mountain slowly retracted their thick and heavy gun barrels aimed at the sky.
The heavily damaged cockpit door was forcefully pried open by a specially assigned engineering mecha. Li Feng climbed onto the platform with a heavy expression and carried out the fellow who was already extremely tired and heavily injured to the point that he couldn't even move a finger.
Hundreds of guns and more than a dozen black MX mechas were aimed at them. They looked extremely nervous, as if they could open fire at any moment. In the eyes of the soldiers of Iron Seventh Division, although the immobile Xu Le was admirable, it was also terrifying.
Li Feng took the specially made military handcuffs from the soldiers beside him and tightly clasped his and Xu Le's wrists. Looking at the electrically controlled explosive shackles that the soldiers handed over, he was silent for a moment. Then, he cursed under his breath and also handcuffed Xu Le.
During this process, the pale-faced Xu Le didn't say anything. He just silently watched Madman Li's movements. Occasionally, he would raise his arm with difficulty and wipe away the blood that kept flowing out of his nose.
"Don't play dead." Li Feng frowned and said, "If you really want to die, hurry up and say your last words. Aunt can at least get some of your inheritance."
Xu Le looked at him tiredly and said, "I'm so hungry."
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