mech warriors have no love

Chapter 59

"In short..." The leader of the orc clan who was speaking ill of people behind his back coughed lightly and concluded, "Kagger is not a good person, so don't trust him too much. It's late, go back to sleep."

César stared at him thoughtfully for a while, didn't say much, clapped his hands and turned to leave.

The fur ball lay on top of his head, and quietly asked: "Cesar, what's the matter?"

César showed no expression: "How long have we been here?"

Maoqiu: "It's been more than half a month."

César nodded, and when Micah thought that the child had finally started to seriously think about life, he suddenly said, "I haven't heard Lancelot's voice for half a month."

Hairball:"……"

The Beast God Festival is not over yet, the city roads of the orcs are still winding, like mountain roads, but they are not affected at all, the streets are still bustling and crowded with people.

César stood still in the crowd, and after a while, he said softly: "It's nothing, I want to see him."

Micah sighed deeply.

It held Cesare's hair tightly, and saw him like a child who was traveling and homesick, missing his parents, but unable to contact him, standing alone on the busy street, thin and pitiful.

Micah's database was suddenly filled with fluctuations of fatherly love.

"Wait." Mijia patted his head reassuringly, "Wait a little longer, I'll try to contact that broken mech."

The weak, pitiful and helpless child blinked: "Why did you change your sex?"

Micah: "Oh, I can't help it. With such a son, can I not get used to it?"

César: "..."

The little touch in César's heart disappeared in an instant, and his mood returned to calm. He reached out and took the fur ball off his head, and smiled at it, not waiting for the fur ball, which was dizzy from laughing, to react , the palm of the hand shook mercilessly.

Micah: "...jitter."

The atmosphere on Teresa has been a bit tense lately-actually, it's only the parliament.

What most ordinary citizens should do is completely unaware of the turbulent undercurrent.

However, seeing that the new year is about to usher in, all kinds of strange trade unions and associations are still working hard. While protecting the rights and interests of intelligence, it is also attacking the Anti-Mech Association.

The most amazing thing is the "Marshal's Support Club". This newly-born association, which looks like a star-chaser support club, has not only been approved, but also started to give speeches everywhere. The association is not limited to young girls, men, women and children, and presents perfectly It shows the charisma of the alliance marshal who can take all young and old.

This association has been quite busy recently, because I heard that the marshal seems to be under house arrest by the parliament again.

"Hey, you don't know what's going on outside." David was very attentive, and often came to the small building where Lancelot was under house arrest, telling him some gossip to relieve his boredom, "It's rumored that you were imprisoned by the parliament. Imprisoned, your position will be dismissed, or your power will be emptied, and the people in the association will blow up, raising small flags every day to make trouble, handing out leaflets everywhere, and even running to the parliament building to ask for an explanation."

It was rare for Lancelot not to show a relaxed smile, but his expression was a little cautious.

He leaned on the soft sofa and looked out the window - the council specially built this mansion a while ago, and the small buildings in it were independent, each building was watched by a special person, and surveillance cameras were everywhere.

Those who are disobedient, who are dissatisfied with the parliament, or who have some problems but are difficult to deal with are high-ranking people like him.

David smiled and gossiped on the surface, but his eyes were actually full of hidden worries.

It is obviously not a good thing to continue to make trouble like this. Although the people in that association are basically well-intentioned, the council is already afraid of Lancelot. If such a fuss is going on, I am afraid it will only become more and more...

"It's okay." After a long while, Lancelot finally spoke again. He had just been pulled from the bed by David, and he was still asleep. He had a lazy nasal voice, and there was an inexplicably gentle hoarseness in his magnetic voice. "At most these few days, they will let me out."

But those rumors outside are probably not just speculation.The parliament can't stand the fact that the military department has been overshadowed by the marshal for a long time. This time, it is likely that the general will make a move against the military department.

Tsk, a bunch of old people who are not ashamed.

Lancelot's hunch was indeed correct.

The only unexpected thing was that the parliament could not wait for these few days at all. At noon, the guards of the parliament knocked on the door and saluted politely: "My lord, Mr. Elton Let us ask you to go to the Houses of Parliament."

Lancelot leaned on the sofa as if he had no bones, with a half-smile: "Huh? He told me to go, and I went. Isn't it embarrassing?"

The captain of the guard apparently did not expect that the Alliance Marshal, who had been imprisoned for nearly a month, was not only not anxious, but was leisurely and leisurely as if on vacation. He was silent for a while: "...this..."

Facing Lancelot who didn't play cards according to common sense, he was really embarrassed.

If it was someone else, just take it away, but this is the Alliance Marshal who cannot be offended.

Even if you want to take it away by force, you can't beat it.

The squad leader looked at David who was watching the show with a bitter face: "Well, Colonel David..."

David was browsing the alliance entertainment platform on his personal terminal, and he heard the sound of dying, but he said something else when he opened his mouth: "Three days ago, Mi Laixing was attacked, and the other party came prepared. , It was a joint raid by the alliance's overseas star thieves and the Ronghe Federation. The parliament sent people there. The general somehow thought of it and led people into the trap. It’s just a cut. I’ve been martyred for my country.”

Colonel David speaks in a correct voice, expressing his personal opinions while reading in cadence. Every sentence seems to say to Lancelot: The stupid parliament can't plug the loopholes, please come out and patch the sky.

The team leader was a little embarrassed, blushed and muttered a few times, but didn't dare to say another word.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, and his expression became serious, "Who was sent?"

David: "General Rowan Dahn."

Lancelot's face finally sank, he closed his eyes, and seemed to be trying to control his emotions, but David saw his hands trembling slightly.

Fortunately, the sadness and fragility of the Union Marshal were fleeting, and he quickly calmed down and stood up.

It was only then that the team leader noticed that Lancelot had changed into his military uniform a long time ago. From top to bottom, it was neat and meticulous.

He lowered his head, put on his white gloves, and said softly, "Go out and wait."

The tone is very flat, but it implies an irresistible command.

He is tall and slender, with broad shoulders. He usually smiles, but he doesn't feel it much. When his face sinks, he feels extremely oppressed, like a shadow pressing on the top of his head, making people's breathing hard. His smoky eyes It is also cold, naturally without a trace of emotion.

The squad leader was silent like a cicada, and hurriedly led people out.

Lancelot turned his head to look at the monitor that had been in the bookshelf for an unknown amount of time, walked over to take it, looked at it blankly, and crushed it.

A slight "click" sounded, and David also stood up: "What do you think?"

"Luofen was my classmate at Odo Military Academy." Lancelot spoke not slowly, but full of heavy taste, "We graduated from the same class, and he worked under me for a few years, and Good relationship. I know him, and he's not the type to get things done and do things on the spur of the moment."

David nodded: "But in the battle report from the front, it was indeed Luo Fen who gave the order."

Lancelot's face was cold, and he looked somewhat similar to César: "There must be some reason for him to make such a decision. It's just that this reason has been concealed by the parliament now."

David was quiet for a while, and sighed: "A major general, and tens of thousands of mech fighters..."

Every failed war pays for the happiness and integrity of countless families.

Of course, there will be sacrifices in victory, but it can always make this sacrifice a little less, and a little less.

Then protect the integrity and happiness of more families.

"That's why the council came to look for me." Lancelot pinched his forehead wearily, "They have made a big mistake."

David looked at him sympathetically: "I learned a new word recently."

"what?"

"'It's Zhong Wuyan if you have something to do, and the spring is welcome when you have nothing to do', I think it's very interesting." Colonel David said, plucking up the messy golden hair and explaining it to Lancelot with a smile.

Lancelot: "..."

David: "I will do a lot of similar things, you know, my minor in college is ancient Chinese..."

Lancelot interrupted decisively: "Shut up."

It could be seen that the parliament was indeed very nervous. Lancelot and David stayed in the small building for a while, and the councilors simply sent someone to send Lucy over.

Lancelot stared at the silver bird for a while, with a half-smile: "Lu Xi, do you think I will dare to use you in the future?"

Lucy replied calmly: "With the current alliance's technology, it is not enough to implant programs with higher authority than yours. Before returning to your side, I have already activated the anti-virus program and wiped them out."

Lancelot couldn't help laughing, put the little silver bird away, exchanged glances with David, and then went out to the parliament building.

The perimeter of the parliament building was full of reporters and people from the marshal's support club.

Seeing the hover car stop, the people who were making trouble just now quieted down instantly and stared at it without blinking—until they saw Lancelot, the crowd burst into cheers.

Everyone was excited, and the reporters squeezed forward with all their strength, wanting to interview whether Lancelot had really been persecuted by the parliament during the month of his disappearance.

The guards broke out in cold sweat, trying their best to stop this group of crazy citizens.

Lancelot was not afraid of this kind of scene at all, he waved his hand at the crazy crowd calmly, smiled, and followed the guards into the parliament building with brisk steps.

David followed him and said sincerely: "You won't be a marshal in the future, and it's not bad to be a star. The rock singer I know is planning to enter the show business circle to act in a play recently, and I can introduce it to you."

Lancelot didn't look sideways: "Who is it?"

"Huang Shuidousi."

Lancelot: "..."

"It's the one that sang the theme song for your movie The Fallen Duke..."

Lancelot changed his face in a second: "Good name! I have a chance to get to know each other."

The two got close and talked in a low voice. The guards next to them were a little nervous, but they didn't dare to step forward to inquire.

Will it be something secret?

The innocent little captain thought silently in his heart.

The parliament invited Lancelot out again, because the siege could not be filled, and he was urgently needed to go to the front line.

This should run counter to the original intention of the parliament—they really wanted to lock up Lancelot until he had a mental breakdown, and then attack the military department, insert their own people, and gradually begin to restrict Lancelot, at least not let the military department become his voice.

Although in the case that the parliament will only block the mind, the military department is strictly unified, and it is not a bad thing to have no rebellion.

It's a pity that before they had time to make a move, another accident happened on the front line.

Lancelot sat back in his own seat, tapped his fingers on the table in front of him, and finally lifted his eyelids that seemed to be sticking together after hearing the councilors' chatter, and yawned : "Since it's an important military situation, it's not good to hide anything, gentlemen, you probably don't want to see me die on the front line."

"How can Marshal think like this, you are invincible..."

Lancelot interrupted with a smile: "The premise of invincibility is to know yourself and your enemy."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and the chairman of the council finally spoke slowly: "Actually, it's nothing."

Lancelot's eyes turned to him.

"Some time ago, the space technology researched by the Academy of Sciences has made significant progress." Elton is notoriously cowardly and soft-tempered, but unfortunately no one has ever noticed it. Every time, he is the only one who dares to confront Lancelot. Looking at each other, "It's just right to conduct experiments in actual combat."

Unexpectedly, during the practical process, a small and innocuous problem occurred, and a group of people were directly sent to the enemy to be chopped up.

Lancelot's prediction came true, his eyes turned completely cold.

Elton seemed to guess what he was thinking, and continued: "The Academy of Sciences has analyzed the problem, and it will be corrected after a while. The marshal doesn't have to worry."

He smiled, and said the old saying: "The alliance will always stand behind you."