Mech Journey

　　 Manipulating the already scarred Gray Wolf Mecha, Yang Mu ran to Quinn's Gray Wolf Mecha lying on the side of the dune.

　　 There has been no reply from Quinn in the communication channel. Quinn has never responded since he was shot in the sky. Similarly, the mecha didn't take any action. It seemed to be wiped out and fell to the ground.

　　 What kind of state is Quinn at this moment? What happened to him? Is he safe now?

　　 All these problems have flooded into Yang Mu's heart, and Yang Mu hastened his pace even more, and went to check Quinn's situation.

Quickly came to Quinn’s mecha and let the mecha kneel beside Quinn. Yang Mu quickly opened his Gray Wolf mecha, jumped out of it, took off the holographic helmet and threw it aside. Then he rushed forward on the sand with his hands and feet, hoping to see Quinn's situation sooner.

　　 With an anxious mood, Yang Mu skillfully opened the breastplate of Quinn's Gray Wolf Mecha, then grabbed the opponent's cockpit and climbed up.

　　 Upon entering his eyes, Yang Mu's heart trembled.

　　 In the cockpit at this moment, Quinn was still awake, saw the cockpit open, and rolled his eyes to look over.

　　 But at the moment Quinn’s cockpit is in a mess.

The cockpit is full of cracked marks. Large pieces of shrapnel are embedded in the display screen in front of Quinn. The missiles made by those guys must have been beaten into thin slices, plus some deliberately drawn lines, so These shrapnel can easily split, and at the same time, with its hard state, tear many weapons.

　　 And the two missiles were directly blocked by Quinn directly with the body of the mecha. After the destruction of the two missiles, the engine behind the mecha was completely torn apart, and shrapnel splashed into the entire cockpit.

　　 "Qui...en."

　　 Yang Mu said this sentence almost trembling, the expression on his face suddenly became a little flustered, and he hurriedly crawled into the cockpit.

　　 At this moment, Quinn was wearing a white combat uniform, and through the lights in the cab, Yang Mu could see black marks appearing on his neck and waist.

　　 That was not the color of Quinn's skin, but the blood that poured out of Quinn's body, soaking the entire wound.

　　 But you have to know that in this combat uniform, the military uniform of the previous mechanical exoskeleton is still worn inside. The two thick military uniforms are completely infiltrated by blood. You can imagine how serious Quinn's injury is at this moment.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

Yang Mu quickly stretched out his hand and took off Quinn’s holographic helmet. He saw the other party’s pale face. Yang Mu quickly opened the opponent’s combat uniform. He just pulled the neck apart, and he immediately saw a hideous wound on Quinn’s neck. , It should be a piece of shrapnel rotating across, smashing the muscles on one side of the neck.

　　 But fortunately, it didn't hurt the aorta. Yang Mu threw the opponent's holographic helmet out of the cockpit with trembling hands, opened the emergency backpack behind his combat uniform, and took out the medical gel bottle inside.

Biting the bottle cap fiercely, Yang Mu took off his gloves, took a finger to dig out a large piece of gel from the bottle, then touched the wound on Quinn’s neck, and then locked it with the emergency hemostatic patch. This wound.

　　Queen's whole step was watching Yang Mu, and huge pain struck, but the expression on Quinn's face had not changed, and the dark skin of his face had deeply shown pale color.

Yang Mu stretched out his hand again to untie the opponent's combat uniform, but the buckle was damaged. Yang Mu took out the knife from his body and pulled it away fiercely, then picked up the uniform in the combat uniform, and finally saw another one on his abdomen. wound.

　　 It's just the wound of the wound at the back, the shrapnel that flew in did not completely penetrate the body, and the front muscle was wrapped in the shrapnel, but a small shrapnel tip protruded, and blood was gurgling out of it.

　　 Seeing such a wound, Yang Mu also frowned. He could only apply the gel again, trying to stop the blood on it.

　　 "Yang Mu! Quinn!"

　　 Just as Yang Mu was kneeling in the cockpit to treat Quinn's injuries, a familiar voice came from outside, and it seemed that they had already rushed over.

"I'm here!"

　　 Yang Mu shouted loudly, and then heard the sound of metal footsteps, the next moment a head stuck out above the cockpit.

　　 is the old gold sweating profusely.

　　 "Queen!!" Lao Jin also saw the situation in the cockpit for the first time, and when he saw Quinn who was soaked in blood, he shouted, then propped up, twisted and shouted outside.

　　 "Medical soldiers! Medical soldiers!"

　　 Lao Jin’s yelling voice sounded, and finally a man staggered up, carrying a big backpack.

　　 Yang Mu was simply treating the wound on Quinn's abdomen, and seeing the arrival of the medical soldiers, he also turned his head and glanced at Quinn.

　　 "Brother, hold on!"

　　 Yang Mu held the opponent's left hand tightly and encouraged him. Quinn's face was full of weakness, so he blinked his eyes to express his understanding.

　　 Seeing Quinn's state, Yang Mu didn't dare to delay too much, poking his mouth out of the cockpit.

　　 The space in the cockpit is not large enough to accommodate Yang Mu and another person.

　　 At the same time, the right side of the cockpit was also deformed, and Yang Mu handed this task to the medical soldiers who came.

　　 Yang Mu drilled out, and the medical soldiers immediately stood in. At this moment, a palm was stretched out next to him. Yang Mu raised his head. It was Lao Jin, so he reached out to catch it, and the other party pulled Yang Mu out.

　　 "What's the situation with Quinn?" Old Jin asked with a serious face, Yang Mu shook his head a little disappointed.

　　 Seeing Yang Mu's appearance, Lao Jin sighed, just patted Yang Mu on the shoulder, and then looked at Quinn for a few more times, then jumped down and directed the remaining sergeants to repair.

　　 Zhang Feng’s injury, Lao Jin had to preside over the overall situation.

Yang Mu was standing on the gray wolf mech that had been seriously damaged, looking lonely into the distance. There, the three mechas were fighting vigorously, but the movement was gradually dwindling. Obviously those who feared are slowly Be wiped out.

　　 The horizon in the distance was finally slightly bright at this time. From the initial attack to the present, the battle has lasted for two or three hours, ushering in the dawn of the Morka star one day.

　　 Staring into the distance, Yang Mu sat down on the front breastplate of the mecha, looking into the distance with some dull eyes.

This battle brought too much shock to myself. From the initial mine exploration to the unexpected mechas outside, I was attacked by these rebels. The warheads made of flared iron, more than a dozen Dreader planes A's attack was obviously only a marginal star of a weak business alliance, but Yang Mu fell into crisis again and again.

　　 Yang Mu was thinking about the past memories of this planet in his own mind, but it was nothing for the first time.

　　 At this time, a hand suddenly slapped Yang Mu's body. Yang Mu turned his head and saw a mustache standing next to him.

　　 "Thank you." The mustache glanced at Yang Mu, and finally said such a sentence, then sat down beside Yang Mu, checking his equipment with his head down.

　　 Yang Mu glanced at the other person, his moustache's face was full of traces of black smoke, and his body was covered with dust. After a fierce battle, his moustache's condition was not very good.

　　 Yang Mu looked away, glanced at the sergeants around, and asked.

　　 "Where is the black scorpion?"

　　 Moustache rolled a glance, then sighed.

　　 "Dead, in order to save the captain, he almost blocked the first wave of bomb attacks."

　　 "I heard from other brothers that the capital of the corpse might not be available."

Yang Mu's heart suddenly felt a little stunned, and the thin figure appeared in his mind. He didn't expect the other party to be so gone. Although there was only a brief anxiety, he saw a person who was still saying hello ten hours ago. Gone, Yang Mu also sighed.

　　 But thinking of this, Yang Mu still wanted to say something, but the mustache spoke first.

　　 "Luke died too, he died there in order to save a person from the mine."

　　 Saying that, the mustache pointed his finger at the small town not far away, and then threw the rifle in his hand aside.

　　 "It's all gone, he MD!"

　　 After saying this, Moustache suddenly laughed, but his face was full of sadness.

　　 This may be the fate of the Intervention Corps. Although they have a generous reward, they also endure the danger that ordinary troops have never had. Life and death are often only a moment.

　　 Yang Mu, who was standing next to him, didn't know how to comfort him, although he had experienced countless farewells, but at this moment, it was inevitable to be a little bit emotional.

　　 reached out his hand, Yang Mu patted each other, it was comforting each other.

　　 Neither of them spoke any more, they both looked up into the distance.

　　 After a while, there was no movement in the direction of the town. Yang Mu turned his head, but saw three mechas rushing from the direction of the town in the morning light.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 A huge part fell on the ground, Yang Mu looked over, it was a mecha head of a dreader.

　　 Three tall and majestic mechas slowly landed next to the sand dunes, neatly putting away their long swords, but no one opened the cockpit, just stood there quietly.

The mustache next to 　　 swept across the three mechas with shocked eyes, and finally fell on Yang Mu's body.

　　Because in his opinion, these three mechas have just fallen from the sky, and finally stood here, only because of Yang Mu and Quinn.

　　 All parts of the Intervention Corps are in crisis in Moka, it is impossible to send reinforcements in such a fast time.

　　 And it is impossible for the Intervention Corps to be equipped with such a good mecha, otherwise why mustache and others only have a mechanical exoskeleton instead of a mecha to assist them.

　　 Yang Mu also glanced at the three mechas, then noticed the mustache's gaze, rolled his head and glanced, there was no expression on his face, just shook his head.

　　 The battle was victorious, but it was also a tragic victory. Everyone's lives were on the line of life and death. Fortunately, they came to life from desperation and many people survived.

　　 At this moment, the medical soldier in the cockpit called Yang Mu. Yang Mu heard the sound and immediately stood up, and then rushed over with the mustache.

　　 The medical soldier was coming out of the cockpit, and seeing Yang Mu running over, his eyes avoided for a while, and he spoke.

　　 "Queen...he is not well."

　　 Hearing these words, Yang Mu's face suddenly became a little nervous, and he looked at each other again.

　　 "The wounds on the neck and abdomen are treated easily, but the abdominal wounds are too big, I can't take out the shrapnel, so there may still be bleeding in the abdominal cavity."

　　 Hearing these words, both Yang Mu and Mustache frowned.

　　 "What should I do?" Mustache asked, but the medical soldier raised his head and said again.

　　 "I haven't finished talking, there is a worse situation."

　　 "Queen's right hand and right foot are all locked by the deformed battle card slot, and depending on the situation, there may be a problem with the limb."

　　"Not only that, when Quinn's limbs were just checked, Quinn said that his lower body...has no sensation."

　　 "What?!" Yang Mu almost shouted, unable to believe such a news.

　　 "Well, it is estimated that the shrapnel in the abdomen is pressing on the spine, maybe it is okay to take the shrapnel out...

　　 The medical soldier said uncertainly, but Yang Mu suddenly felt a little at a loss.

　　A soldier has suffered injuries to his limbs, so he can still use biologically cultivated limbs to supplement, but the nerves are damaged...

　　 That may mean that Quinn will probably retire!

　　Retired from Kunkun Academy. How big a blow will this be? !

　　 "Also, Quinn lost too much blood. The last bag of plasma in my place has been hung up. If it has not been replenished, I am afraid..."

　　 "We can donate blood, wouldn't you be like this?" Moustache said, but the other party shook his head.

　　 "I can't do it, I don't have any tools, and the portable one was damaged before. I don't know the other's blood type."

　　 Yang Mu's heart trembled again. The top priority now is to send Quinn out quickly and find a regular medical institution for treatment. But in this desert and the surrounding chaos, who else can he ask for help? Starting

　　 Yang Mu thought of the mechas behind him, turned around, and asked the other side.

　　 The three mechas did not respond, they still stood quietly, but after a while, one mecha pointed at the sky.

　　 Yang Mu raised his head and saw a small dot flashing in the blue sky.

　　 More than ten seconds later, Yang Mu saw clearly that there was a battleship in the sky, a battleship that was slowly landing.

　　 It seems that the force has been arranged to come to rescue.

　　 Yang Mu suddenly let go of his heart, turned around and ran to Quinn’s cockpit, and stood in again.

　　 In the cockpit lying on his back, at this moment Quinn could see only the blue sky, Yang Mu appeared, Quinn opened his eyes again.

　　 "Hold on, brother, I can go back soon." Yang Mu pursed his mouth and said with Quinn's left hand.

　　Quin looked pale at Yang Mu~www.wuxiaspot.com~, opened his mouth, and Yang Mu turned over.

　　 "Yang Mu, I didn't shame us, right?"

　　 As soon as he heard this, Yang Mu felt his emotions suddenly rise. Yang Mu, who had been accustomed to life and death, thought of those brothers, those brothers who were born and died with him.

　　Quin in front of him is also his own brother, a brother who was born and died together.

Quinn is an optimistic person. From the time he entered the academy, he had dealt with everything with the most positive and optimistic attitude, and it was also there. Yang Mu got to know this boy step by step. He was optimistic, helpful, and able to For the sake of myself, a friend who has known him for only three months, ventured through the jungle to find myself, and I am willing to mingle with everyone.

　　 Although he has been discouraged and fearful, in the end, at the most critical moment, he will always stand up and use silent actions to make his own choices.

　　He is a hero, a hero worthy of respect.

　　 "Of course, we won."

　　 "We are heroes, Quinn, you are heroes."

　　 Yang Mu held back his tears, forced an optimistic smile, and said.

　　 "Hey..."

　　 Hearing Yang Mu's words, Quinn also showed a smile, his face full of relief.

　　 In the next moment, the rising sun flooded the smoke-filled world, and a beam of sunlight shone into the cockpit, cheering for Quinn’s victory.

　　……

　　()