Jian Shui'er can be coquettish in front of her relatives, she can be youthful, cute and charming, playful and moving, so that countless people with different surnames are fascinated, and she is willing to leave for her.
It's who she is, but it's not all of her.
The other part of her is not willing to use the wisdom and skills she has dyed in the first courtyard and her home in Philadelphia to figure out the sinister complexity of the world, but now the doubts linger, like a cloud haze that is forever shrouded in the night sky, blocking the thousands of stars sprinkled in the universe, making it difficult for her to keep her heart in a pure and translucent ideal state.
At this moment, she needed to discuss the heavy and deep doubts in her heart with someone close and trusted, and on this planet, there was no doubt that there was only that small-eyed man.
After a complicated permission check, she was taken by a female officer to a large warehouse deep in the underground base of the airport, and the national girl looked at the scene in front of her and covered her slightly open mouth in surprise.
The underground warehouse is very large and empty, a huge Federation black X mecha is hanging on a semi-suspended platform, and the severely damaged left mecha shell has been disassembled, revealing a dizzying complex mechanical structure inside, which looks like a human skeleton specimen in a medical school, only with a faint metallic luster, and because it is too huge, it has a strong sense of oppression for the people in the warehouse.
In the front left of the black X, a simple automatic assembly line suspended at a height of five meters is bringing in many parts.
At the bottom of the assembly line, there are six officers who are recording something with solemn and serious expressions, the electronic machine repair record book in their hands, constantly flashing rapidly, recording every movement seen by the naked eye in detail, and the dark blue block on the left shoulder indicates that they are federal machine repair non-commissioned officers.
An officer wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the guy on the black mecha who was silently climbing and jumping like an ape, and said in shock: "I always thought that my mechanic level was already good, and it was already good."
Xu Le stood on a tall mecha.
After a night of war and thousands of miles of travel, even the latest generation of X mecha of the Federation, under the desperate pursuit of the Imperial Moon Wolf Mecha Brigade, still fell into a situation where some sides were riddled with holes, and some systems were fragile.
Xu Le thought that the Ministry of Defense would give him a new difficult task next, so after a light sleep of two hours, he came to the warehouse, trying to repair the black X in the shortest possible time.
Pulling a long data cable, he squinted his eyes and stood under the black mecha, his fingers lightly touched the control on the terminal, and removed the outer armor of the X mecha, not paying much attention to the gaze of the six mech non-commissioned officers behind him, in fact, anyone who can enter this warehouse is naturally qualified to approach X.
Xu Le climbed to the platform under the left shoulder of the mecha, reached out and took out two data cables, broke them hard, and then connected to the workbench, accompanied by the sound of the motor, the pale silver automatic repair arm rose out of the mecha.
Shang Qiu has made a lot of modifications to this black X, and all the remote fire systems that Xu Le didn't need in her opinion have been deleted, but only the self-loaded automatic repair arm of the mecha has been forcibly retained, because she knows that for a genius mechanic like Xu Le, the standardized automatic repair arm is more important than anything else.
The mechanical repair arm with a light alloy structure was lifted away by the crane on the top of the warehouse, Xu Le rubbed his hair, squinted his eyes and snorted, grabbed the hand ring buckle of the repair arm with both hands, and pressed the button.
Bright sparks erupted from the top of the robotic arm, and the parts that had been prepared were carefully placed inside the broken mech, and then quickly welded one by one.
Xu Le was wearing a dark green vest at this time, and his muscles were usually inconspicuous, but because he had to make an extraordinarily heavy mechanical arm, he became well-defined, full of a sense of undeveloped strength.
Wearing sunglasses, he worked quickly and accurately on the repairs as he asked the six mechanics below for parts.
"Standard ferrule shock absorber."
"Ball joint pass rod number three."
"There is no knee transfer rod of 52, please polish to three calibers."
He stood tall on a mech, holding a mechanical repair arm, spitting sparks, like one of the Federation's most valiant warriors wielding a Darling spinning machine gun, firing incessantly.
Every effort he made, every part he requested, would make the hearts of the six Federal mechanics below tremble, because they had never seen anyone perform this type of mechanic.
Every micro-effort done by the young officer on the black mecha was so delicate and proper, no one could have imagined that a person carrying a heavy repair arm could do so much repair work so quickly, and none of the movements were superfluous What made these mechanic non-commissioned officers even more panic and worship was that at the beginning, they didn't understand what Xu Le's intention was at all for these repair actions, and it wasn't until half a minute later, when the prototype gradually gathered up, that they roughly understood this wonderful repair idea They had to admit that Xu Le, who was repairing the black X, had already surpassed them in terms of mechanic level, no, it was too much more than the level of the vast majority of mechanics in the federal military, and the myth of repairing a mecha by one person, which was usually unimaginable, seemed to be slowly becoming a reality at this moment.
Therefore, the mechanic non-commissioned officer was shocked and could only repeat a certain emotion over and over again, and the mechanic non-commissioned officer next to him also silently agreed.
One person stared at him, pursed his lips, looked at Xu Le, who was taking out a knife and cutting a closed line, and said in shock: "Can this kind of parallel string line be replaced by three overlapping lines, but there is no such statement in the textbook." ” "If we don't understand, it doesn't mean it's not feasible, and don't forget that X was originally designed by him."
The sound of discussion in the field was very small, but Xu Le, who was climbing up and down on the black mecha, heard it clearly, and looked back and said: "There is no material now, and this is the only way to do it."
Do you have any cured gears here?"
"I'll look for it right away," the officer shouted.
The mechanic non-commissioned officers in the underground warehouse, looking at Xu Le's divine mechanic work, had already looked stupid, and they didn't notice the arrival of Jian Shui'er outside the door at all, if it was usual, these soldiers saw the national girl suddenly appear beside them, and they were afraid that they would faint excitedly, but at this moment, they had already been engrossed in Xu Le's machine repair work, and they forgot about everything outside their bodies.
Jian Shui'er was wearing a military uniform, clasping her hands in front of her chest, leaning against the door, watching the scene in front of her with great interest.
She had already remembered that Xu Le was originally a very talented mechanic, and the previous shock gradually faded, but at this moment, looking at the fanatical admiration of those mechanics, for some reason, there was a faint sense of pride in her heart.
Yesterday, he fled thousands of miles and returned to the mountains for a surprise attack, Xu Le left an extremely deep impression on this national girl, but it was very wonderful, but at this moment Xu Le was wearing a tight-fitting military vest, sweating profusely, and holding a repair arm like a big gun, which really made her feel some inexplicable emotions in her heart.
"I'm in good shape."
Jian Shui'er looked at Xu Le's not strong but angular muscle lines that were busy on the mecha, and subconsciously thought of it, and immediately his cheeks were slightly red, and he shrugged his shoulders in self-relief.
The damage to the black X is not too serious, but because most of the special parts in the Luoqiu Airport are missing, Xu Le can only use some general components as a replacement, which will certainly reduce the combat effectiveness of the X a lot, but he can use those unbelievable ideas to make this black X stand up again and run, which is already very incredible.
After a stage of restoration work was completed, the six mechanic officers left the warehouse, Xu Le wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed softly, and climbed down the tall mecha.
He is very different from ordinary military mechanics, not because he knows this X mecha too well, but also because the repair concept taught to him by Uncle Feng Yu back then, whether it is a battleship or a mecha, is actually just a tool used by humans, and it is no different from household appliances.
With this concept in mind, Xu Le didn't have any timidity at all when repairing the mecha, and he dared to fill in any kind of messy alternative equipment, whether it was self-cleaning equipment or civilian electrical equipment, anyway, he only asked this mecha to be able to move I have to say that it is this difference in concept, the recognition of gold as, that allows Xu Le to fool around unscrupulously, so that the mechanic next to him is stunned, and the five bodies of worship are thrown to the ground.
Climbing off the mecha, his face was covered with black engine oil, and there were heavy tools hanging on the back of his buttocks like a teenager was used to, clanging and messing, quite embarrassed, and at this moment, when he turned around, he saw the purple hair.
Jian Shui'er looked at him with a smile, and in the empty warehouse, it seemed that the crisp sound of some metal colliding could still be heard, like wind chimes.
"You said that your father liked to carry a lot of tools behind him back then, is it like you are now?"
"Almost."
Xu Le said with a smile, subconsciously scratching his head, and the black high-density mecha in his hand were all mixed on his face, painting his face black.
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Jian Shui'er covered her mouth and smiled, and after a while, she regained her composure and asked seriously: "The Ministry of Defense has a new mission for you."
"Not yet."
Xu Le opened the workbench, began to sort out the tools, and said in a deep voice: "But I think I will definitely not let me send you back to the Capital Star Circle again, no matter what task the Ministry of Defense gives me, I always have to repair my X first, leaving this mecha, there is not much I can do." ” Jian Shui'er was silent for a moment, and understood what Xu Le meant, whether it was a special mecha battalion or an ordinary field unit, whether it was the Federation or the Empire, all pilots would have their own exclusive mechas, just like those warriors who rode horses on the battlefield in ancient mythology.
"This is your mech, and it is estimated that it will be painted with many stars in a few days."
She laughed and said, "Did you give it a name?"
” This is a tradition in the Federation military, and every time a MechWarrior kills an Imperial Mech, he is eligible to spray a golden star on his Mech's left leg.
Since last night, Jian Shui'er knows very well that Xu Le is qualified to spray at least six gold stars.
Xu Le thought seriously for a long time, raised his head and smiled, the white teeth on his black face were distinct: "I'm going to call it Little Black Flower." ” "What a guy who doesn't know how to choose a name."
Jian Shui'er thought silently.
To be continued: