mech warriors have no love

Chapter 36

The arrival of the Marshal of the Alliance marked the end of the one-sided tragic battle.

The arrogant orcs had no time to be excited about their second overwhelming victory in many years. The marshal of the alliance descended from the sky and joined the guards. On the same day, they assembled the remnants of the Dar star base and the remnants of other planets, and broke through the barriers set up by several orcs in succession. Moving forward like a broken bamboo, he beat out the orc army no matter how it came in.

After the battle report was simultaneously transmitted to Delan Star, those who were ready to run stopped running away, and those who were worried every day were no longer afraid. They straightened their waists and called Lancelot to praise the bravery of the marshal. They are all top-notch, with a brilliant tongue, who can talk about three days and three nights without repeating the same thing. If ordinary people would be praised as ecstasy, Lancelot is well aware of the stinky virtues of these people. Impatient, hung up directly.

Lucy: "...Lord Lancelot, you just hung up the communication of the chairman of the council."

Lancelot waved his hand indifferently: "Send a message to say that the orcs raided and the signal was interrupted. Tell them not to bother me if they have nothing to do. Be more polite."

Lucy:"……"

Well, the orcs took the blame once again.

The sluggish Alliance army found its backbone after Lancelot's arrival, and re-displayed the prestige of the Alliance army-in fact, the Alliance army is not weak, only weaker than those before Lancelot. The commander is either a trash who knows nothing, or a fledgling who has never experienced a real war and can only talk about wars on paper.

There is no doubt about the status of the commander, but the first point is to be able to unite people's hearts.

After spending the night beating off the orcs to free up a temporary base, Lancelot turned on the projector and gave a speech to all the soldiers.

The panicked, terrified, and desperate soldiers calmed down one after another, looking at the silver mecha floating in the middle in awe, muttering: "Fortunately, the Marshal is here, fortunately, the Marshal..."

A group of people relaxed a lot after reaping the victory, chatting in a hurry on the communication channel.

"I just saw someone else on the mecha of Lord Marshal?"

"I also saw that a boy in a white shirt passed by behind him and went back and forth a few times..."

"Is it the younger brother of the marshal? Or the personal herald?"

"It doesn't look like it. It looks like it just woke up. Who dares to wake up later than the commander? Besides, we fought all night..."

"Could it be your eyesight?"

"How can it be? My eyesight is very good. I can see that the corner of the marshal's mouth is a little bit broken..."

"Huh? The marshal's mouth is broken? Is he injured?"

……

No matter what the soldiers outside were talking about, it couldn't affect Lancelot.

He led people to land at a nearby energy supply station and used it as a temporary base for the time being. Lancelot held a brief meeting with the council and ordered Molly Rego and Harry to regroup the chaotic stragglers. After turning off the video, he sat down on a chair and turned to look at César who was sitting at the dining table meticulously brushing the slices of bread with jam.

He licked the broken corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Why are you so angry?"

Cesar didn't look up.

In order to grow taller, he has been going to bed on time recently. Last night, there was an earth-shattering fight outside. He plugged his earplugs to let Micah block the sound, tied himself to the bed, and let the mech turn upside down, standing still.It's just that he didn't sleep well. Lancelot saw that it was morning after killing the orc, and came in to give him a good morning kiss. César woke up with a start, and reflexively punched him up. Although he stopped the momentum in time, he still wiped A little skinned.

Lancelot didn't care, instead he took out a small mirror and looked at it, and asked desperately, "Does this look like you were bitten by some wild cat?"

The little wild cat gave him a cold look, turned over and went back to sleep, only to find that the doll was gone when he got up.

The mischievous Union Marshal did not hide it at all, and left a small note to write down the clues for him to find. César floated around to look for it. After the speech was over, Lancelot turned away with a smile—— behind.

This pissed people off.

"Cesar..." Lancelot didn't care about his cold face, blinked, trying to look pitiful, "I've been busy all day and night, I'm so hungry."

César ate his simple breakfast slowly, raised his eyelids and glanced at Lancelot, who was not at all pitiful, and ignored him.

It just so happened that there was another call, asking Lancelot to have a meeting in the temporary conference room. Lancelot turned around, finished his explanation in a low voice, and then looked back, César had already walked behind him, doing the three or two things well. He stuffed the simple sandwich into his hand, and passed by calmly.

Lancelot was in a good mood suddenly, as if he had stolen the candy from the little friend César, and got off the starship with a sandwich in his mouth, and after walking two steps, he remembered something, and went back and shouted: "I'm going to open it!" A meeting, baby, don't run around, there are many orcs here, be careful to be caught and eaten."

César: "..."

How many times have I said that orcs don't eat people.

Micah: "..."

Who is your baby, what are you shouting about!

The arrogant Alliance Marshal sauntered to the temporary base with a love breakfast in his mouth. Once someone came to lead the army, the orderly system was quickly restored. The newly reorganized patrol team met Lancelot and saluted with their heads high. Lancelot nodded at them, a pity the kids didn't ask him where he got the sandwiches from.

Whatever they wanted, Molly and Leigo, who had just formed a team, came over, with the report stuck in their throats, staring at Lancelot's precious sandwich for a moment: "Marshal, this is..."

Lancelot blinked: "Little César felt sorry for me and insisted on doing it for me."

Seeing the spring breeze on his face, Molly and Rego suddenly felt that the nutrient solution that they had just eaten in a hurry was a bit unpleasant.

Molly whispered: "Speaking of this, you are fooling around, how could you bring César to such a place..."

Lancelot took a cherished bite, feeling that this was the best breakfast he had ever had, and said lazily, "I'll bring him here, so I'm sure I won't hurt him."

Molly wanted to speak, but Regola gave her a hand and shook his head at her.

Lancelot looked easy-going, but in fact, he was not easy to talk, and he was extremely stubborn in his bones. He had his own opinions and practices on everything. He must have his own intentions when he brought Cesare to the battlefield, saying that he would not hurt Cesare. , won't hurt him.

The Marshal of the Alliance easily refuses to make promises. Although he is often inconspicuous, he never speaks big words.

Molly had no choice but to stop talking, and followed Lancelot into the temporarily vacated conference room.

Except for the eldest nephew of the chairman who unfortunately died in the line of duty, other senior military officers in the region escaped from the minions of the orcs. After half a month of horror, they were led by Lancelot to kill them back. Can't stop, Lancelot just stepped into the conference room, all stood up: "Marshal!"

Lancelot was taken aback by their surprise: "Sit."

Molly and Lei Ge stood behind Lancelot and opened the star map: "Marshal, last night the World War I reclaimed a quarter of the occupied area of ​​Orc Pheasant, and the large orc army is still entrenched in the Dale star base."

After a pause, Molly said in a low voice, "Harry searched the vicinity...and found no other traces of life."

The alliance people may not necessarily kill all the orcs, mostly because although there are many things that are hard to explain, the "humanity" of the alliance people still accounts for a large proportion.

On the contrary, the Orcs have the opportunity to kill the Alliance, and they will not let any one go.

Everyone's excitement instantly cooled down.

No one can explain why the innocent people were affected by the disaster, but the alliance soldiers and commanders who were supposed to protect them abandoned them. Except for the nephew of the congressman who was too late to escape, everyone sitting in the conference room didn't even lose a single hair.

The people below secretly looked at Lancelot stiffly, nothing could be seen from his expression, they were worried, and cold sweat dripped down.

Lancelot slowly finished his breakfast, nodded at them, as if he didn't understand what Molly's report represented, and said indifferently: "I'm a little busy, I don't have time to eat, don't mind. Molly, continue to report."

The others quickly shook their heads to express that they didn't mind.

Not to mention Lancelot eating breakfast, even if a chef is found to cook breakfast at the conference table, no one will say a word.

Molly kept her eyes fixed, and after reporting the casualties, Lancelot wiped her mouth slowly and raised her head with a smile: "What are you guys doing so restrained? I follow the principle of democracy, and you can speak freely in meetings without fear. What do you think?"

When they heard the second sentence, they knew he was talking nonsense. Rego and Molly looked at each other, knowing that Lancelot might be furious now, so they wanted to find someone to cut him, so they shut their mouths wisely and didn't say a word.

Lancelot was fierce and cold when he didn't smile, but he was very confusing when he smiled. The group couldn't help but relax. You look at me, I look at you, and mustered up the courage to speak: "Now...you should go all out, Take back the base occupied by the orcs. As long as the Marshal is here, the orcs will only be defeated!"

After talking nonsense, you want to flatter me?

Lancelot took a deep breath and suppressed the raging fire in his heart, but his face still turned cold.He didn't talk nonsense, and pointed to the star map: "Rush up to die in one go? Good idea, to bury the massacred people."

The person who just spoke fell silent.

Rego coughed lightly, reminding Lancelot not to have such a bad mouth.

Lancelot suppressed the fire, leaned on the chair and laughed again: "I'm just kidding. What are you going to fight for? Use it first, the orcs entered the alliance alone, and can't afford to use up our ground dragons. Slowly grind and fight to see who dies first. "

"Why didn't the marshal call directly?"

"What did the orcs use to raid Dahl base and other planets, have you forgotten?" Lancelot said plainly, "In the fight just now, the orcs didn't use space technology, and they retreated in an orderly manner. It doesn’t matter. Now we can see that the space technology of the orcs has any limitations, so they want to lead us to rush forward. Call them directly? Send them food?”

Space technology is a shadow hanging over the league.

Especially since the technology used to be Alliance.

If the orc's goal this time is not to make a fuss, there is only one possibility.

Kill Lancelot.

After the meeting, Lancelot was exhausted. He tried his best to patrol around the temporary base to cheer up the soldiers. When he returned, it was dark and he was deflated and didn't dare to show it.

César was sitting on the small sofa, concentrating on a tutorial on dismantling the mecha. When Lancelot saw him, he felt that his fatigue was gone. Rubbing his shoulders, he sighed and said, "This group of waste snacks... I'm exhausted."

César was not affected, he carefully read the tutorial, looked down expressionlessly at Lancelot who was about to lean into his arms, and felt that he was somewhat similar to Micah.

He hesitated for a while, sighed, and stretched out his hand, patting Lancelot's back lightly.