A ghost, a cold, powerful, greedy mecha ghost, floats in a sea of mulberry trees.
In order to encircle and suppress the ghosts, the Imperial rebel forces, who had already arrived outside the atmosphere of the planet Han, successively threw a large number of mecha and heavy armored troops into the green sea.
When the Governor's Palace, which controls the most powerful military force on the planet's surface, has been forced to silence, the rebel forces can sweep across the planet, but before that ghost mecha, in the mulberry sea of night and night, these mechs and heavy armored troops suddenly feel that they have changed from the role of hunters to the target of hunting, and they panicked until their hearts wavered, and they secretly trembled with fear.
Early in the morning and at dusk, on a cold and wet rainy night or in the dreary midday, the mechs or heavy armor of the rebel units seem to be under attack all the time.
The mulberry leaves shook the shadows with the wind, and a few cunning rabbits fled in panic among the weeds, and those mechs that were on reconnaissance missions or left alone were instantly destroyed by the thunder of the ghost mecha, and then were dismantled into wreckage all over the ground in a very miserable manner, looking like they had been devoured by primitive barbarians who believed in demons.
Several times the rebel army came infinitely close to surrounding the ghost mech, but the ghost mech silently disappeared from its place by unknown means, leaving only the rustling sound of the sea of mulberry trees that was so dull that it made people's eyes tingle, as if to laugh at the futility of these people.
There are more and more rebel mecha destroying in the encirclement and suppression operation, none of the mecha can dodge or even just resist the sneak attack of the ghost mecha for a few seconds, and when it encounters the other party, it is death, this kind of curse-like shadow envelops the entire encirclement and suppression force, and then thinking of the identity and legend of the person in the ghost mecha cockpit, the spirit of the rebels can't help but tighten to the extreme, and it may break at any time.
Named Peach Miasma, but the fuselage is painted with a modified wolf tooth mecha with black hibiscus flowers representing the imperial family, and it walks through the dense green mulberry forest like a ghost.
Most of the metal boxes hanging densely in the joints have been blown up, 70% of the original gold armor has long since collapsed, replaced with armor picked out from nowhere, and the armor still clearly leaves traces left by the alternating use of high-temperature cutting guns and welding guns, and the lines of spraying engine oil on the outer armor like beggar's clothes, plus the damage marks left by those fierce battles, it looks like a galaxy painting known for its ugliness and rage.
The Peach Miasma Mecha, which had nothing to contribute in terms of aesthetics, is now more like a walking pile of metal garbage than ever before.
The internal components of the mecha have been repaired countless times, and I don't know how many times they have been replaced, and those parts that have been temporarily replaced are helplessly wearing themselves out, and there is a low grinding sound of sadness.
The two slender mechanical legs with a height of nearly three meters cannot ensure absolute high-precision dynamic balance because of the collection of two spherical joint adaptive wedged mechanical piles of two different standard mechas.
Let this mecha that seems to collapse at any time move, close to strike countless times, but then roar in a low voice again, and even support the fierce battle for many consecutive nights, all of this is naturally thanks to the mechanic jointly trained by the Federal Fruit Shell Company and Uncle Feng Yu.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, and the joys and sorrows of the Federation and the Imperial are even more diametrically opposed, but fortunately, the two sides have absolutely similar thinking patterns and incomprehensible units of measurement and design concepts, and even the way the simple maintenance arm is used seems to be the same.
Even with the translation of Huai Caoshi, Xu Le couldn't fully understand the technical parameters on the components of the Imperial Mecha, but when his hands touched the cold handle of the maintenance arm and pressed the electric switch, he quickly began to familiarize himself with everything related to machinery, or metal.
And fix it.
He even used limited components to modify a rebel electronic mecha station that the Peach Miasma Mecha defeated, although it failed to successfully invade the rebels' command system, but the electronic shielding ability of the Peach Miasma Mecha has been greatly improved.
When the transformation was completed, Xu Le remembered the really powerful electronics expert he had seen, remembered Gu Xifeng's chubby ten fingers, and silently measured in his heart that in the ordinary combat unit sequence, the technical level of the empire's electronics was far worse than that of the Federation.
The rebels in the sea of mulberry trees encircled and suppressed the troops, shocked and even frightened that the peach miasma mecha was like a ghost, it seemed that there would never be mechanical problems, no matter how many fierce machine battles it had experienced, it would still be intact the next time it appeared, although this ghost mecha seemed to be getting more and more dilapidated, but the combat effectiveness it showed did not decrease in the slightest.
The rebels couldn't understand how the other side did this, and even if the staff officer deduced something from the moon wolf mechs that had been torn into pieces, it was still hard to believe that there were people in this universe who could complete these repairs that required expensive and heavy equipment in this absolute agricultural area, not to mention that the other party used all the parts of the moon wolf mechs The officers of the rebel army gradually developed the illusion that His Highness was not fighting alone, and that there seemed to be a large logistics base in the vast sea of mulberry trees in this rich green forest, providing a steady stream of powerful support for His Highness's ghost mecha.
But this sea of mulberry trees has been swept by the rebels, where there may be a large logistics base Huai Caoshi did not make any comments on the level of mechanics shown by Xu Le in these days, and there was not even a trace of emotion on that ordinary cheek, but deep down he was already shaken.
She knew that the Federation man beside her was a very powerful soldier, and he was even qualified to have a fair machine battle with her, but she didn't care about all this, her extremely strong strength and self-confidence were enough to support her contempt for Xu Le, but she couldn't help but feel admiration when she saw that the peach miasma mecha had forcibly supported the high-intensity battle for so many days under this person's seemingly ordinary hands.
In addition to admiration, there is a strong vigilance, and in addition to vigilance, it is the same incomprehension as those rebel officers.
The Federation's research on mecha is not much ahead of the empire, and the level of the industry determines the level of work, Huai Caoshi can't figure out how this person can practice such an incredible machine repair ability, does this kind of thing also have to pay attention to talent To be continued: