Mecha Journey

Controlling the already scarred Gray Wolf mecha, Yang Mu ran towards Quinn's Gray Wolf mecha, which was lying on the side of the dune.

There has been no reply from Quinn in the communication channel. Quinn has not responded since he was hit in the sky. The mecha also stopped making any movements and seemed to be wiped out and fell to the ground.

What is Quinn's state at this moment? What happened? Is he safe now?

All these questions came to Yang Mu's mind, and Yang Mu even accelerated his pace to check on Quinn's condition.

He quickly came to Quinn's mecha and asked the mecha to kneel next to Quinn. Yang Mu quickly opened his Gray Wolf mecha, jumped out, took off the holographic helmet and threw it aside. Then he rushed forward on the sand using his hands and feet, hoping to see Quinn's condition as soon as possible.

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 seeing it, Yang Mu's heart suddenly trembled.

In the cockpit at this moment, Quinn was still awake. When he saw the cockpit open, he rolled his eyes and looked over.

But at this moment, the cockpit where Quinn was located was in a mess.

There are traces of breaks everywhere in the cockpit, and 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, with some deliberately drawn lines, making These shrapnel can easily split, and at the same time, use their hard state to tear apart many weapons.

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

"Qui...en."

Yang Mu said these words almost tremblingly, and the expression on his face suddenly became a little panicked, and he hurriedly climbed 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 on his neck and waist.

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

But you must know that inside this combat uniform, he is still wearing the military uniform of the previous mechanical exoskeleton. The two thick layers of military uniforms are completely soaked with blood. It can be imagined how serious Quinn's injury is at this moment.

Yang Mu quickly reached out and took off Quinn's holographic helmet, and saw the opponent's pale face. Yang Mu quickly opened the opponent's combat uniform, and just pulled away the neck, and 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 into pieces.

Fortunately, the aorta was not injured. Yang Mu threw the opponent's holographic helmet out of the cockpit with trembling hands. He opened the emergency backpack on the back of his combat uniform and took out the medical gel bottle inside.

Biting open the bottle cap, Yang Mu took off his gloves, dug out a large piece of gel from the bottle with his fingers, then touched the wound on Quinn's neck, and then locked it with an emergency hemostatic patch. This wound.

Quinn looked at Yang Mu throughout the entire step. Huge pain hit him, but the expression on Quinn's face had not changed at all, and his dark-skinned face was deeply pale.

Yang Mu reached out to untie the opponent's combat uniform again, but the buckle was damaged. Yang Mu took out the knife on his body, pulled it open fiercely, and then opened the military uniform inside the combat uniform, and finally saw another one on his abdomen. Wound.

It's just that the wound was on the back, and the shrapnel that flew in didn't completely penetrate the body. The muscles in the front wrapped the shrapnel, and only a small tip of the shrapnel protruded, and blood was gurgling out of it.

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

"Yang Mu! Quinn!"

Just as Yang Mu was kneeling in the cockpit to treat Quinn's injuries, Lao Jin's familiar voice came from outside. It seemed that they had already arrived.

"I'm here!"

Yang Mu shouted loudly, and then he heard the sound of metallic footsteps, and the next moment a head poked out from above the cockpit.

It was Lao Jin who was dripping with sweat.

"Quinn!!" Lao Jin also immediately saw the situation in the cockpit clearly. When he saw Quinn soaked in blood, he shouted, then stood up, turned around and shouted outside.

"Medic! Medic!"

Lao Jin shouted, and finally a man staggered up, carrying a big backpack.

Yang Muzheng simply treated the wound on Quinn's abdomen. When he saw the medic arriving, he turned his head and glanced at Quinn.

"Good brother, hold on!"

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

Seeing Quinn in such a state, Yang Mu did not dare to delay any longer, and got out of the cockpit with his lips pursed.

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 over the work to the medical soldiers who came.

Yang Mu got out, and the medical soldier stood in immediately. At this time, a hand stretched out from the side. Yang Mu raised his head. It was Lao Jin. He reached out to catch it, and the other party pulled Yang Mu out.

"What's going on with Quinn?" Lao Jin asked with a very serious face. Yang Mu shook his head in disappointment.

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

Zhang Feng was injured, and Lao Jin had to take charge of the overall situation.

Yang Mu stood on the seriously damaged Gray Wolf mecha, looking into the distance with a somewhat lonely expression. There, three mechas were fighting fiercely, but the movement was gradually becoming less and less. It was obvious that those who were afraid were slowly... be wiped out.

The horizon in the distance finally became slightly brighter at this time. From the initial attack to the present, this battle has lasted for two or three hours, ushering in the dawn of Moka Star.

Staring into the distance, Yang Mu sat a little dejectedly on the front breastplate of the mecha, looking into the distance with dull eyes.

This battle brought too many shocks to me, from the initial exploration of the mine, to the sudden appearance of mechas outside, to being attacked by these rebels, with warheads made of Yaotie, and dozens of Terror mechas. A's attacks were obviously just a fringe star of a weak business alliance, but they put Yang Mu into crisis again and again.

Yang Mu was thinking about the past memories about this planet in his mind, but he couldn't remember anything about it.

At this time, a hand suddenly patted Yang Mu. Yang Mu turned his head and saw Mustache standing next to him.

"Thank you." Mustache glanced at Yang Mu a few times, and finally said this, then sat down next to Yang Mu, lowered his head and checked his equipment.

Yang Mu glanced at the other party. Mustache's face was covered with traces of black smoke, and his body was covered with dust. After a tragic battle, Mustache was not in very good condition.

Yang Mu looked away, looked at the soldiers around him a few times, and asked.

"Where's the Black Scorpion?"

Mustache glanced at it, then sighed.

"He died. In order to save the captain, he blocked almost all the first wave of bomb attacks and ammunition impacts."

"I heard from other brothers that we probably won't be able to collect all the corpses."

Yang Mu suddenly felt a little enlightened. The thin figure appeared in his mind. He didn't expect that the other party would disappear like this. Although he was only anxious for a short time, he saw a person who was greeting him more than ten hours ago like this. After disappearing, Yang Mu also sighed.

But thinking of this, Yang Mu wanted to say something else, but Mustache spoke first.

"Ruke died too. He died there to save someone in the mine."

With that said, Mustache pointed at the town not far away, and then threw the rifle aside.

"It's all gone, he's MD!"

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

This may be the fate of the Intervention Legion. Although they receive generous rewards, they also bear dangers that ordinary armies have never experienced. Life and death often only take a moment.

Yang Mu, who was standing next to him, didn't know how to comfort him. Although he had experienced countless life and death, at this moment, he was inevitably a little emotional.

Stretching out his hand, Yang Mu patted the other person to comfort each other.

Neither of them spoke anymore, they both raised their heads and looked into the distance.

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

"Boom!"

A huge component fell on the ground. Yang Mu looked over and saw the head of a Terrorist mecha.

The three tall and majestic mechas landed slowly beside the sand dunes at this moment, and neatly put away their long knives. However, no one opened the cockpit and just stood there quietly.

The mustachioed man next to him swept his eyes over the three mechas with a shocked expression, and finally his eyes fell on Yang Mu.

Because in his opinion, the three mechas that had just fallen from the sky and were standing here in the end could only be because of Yang Mu and Quinn.

All branches of the Intervention Corps are in crisis on Moka Planet, and it is impossible to send reinforcements so quickly.

Moreover, it is impossible for the Intervention Corps to be equipped with such excellent mechas. Otherwise, why would Xiaozi and others only have mechanical exoskeletons instead of a mecha to assist them.

Yang Mu also glanced at the three mechas for a few times, and then noticed Mustache's gaze. He turned his head and took a look. There was no expression on his face, and he just shook his head.

The battle was won, but it was also a tragic victory. Everyone's lives were on the line of life and death. Fortunately, they survived in the end and many people survived.

At this moment, the medical soldier in the cockpit called Yang Mu. When Yang Mu heard the voice, he stood up immediately, and then rushed over with Mustache.

The medical soldier was getting out of the cockpit. When he saw Yang Mu running over, he avoided his eyes for a moment and then spoke.

"Quinn...he's not doing well."

Hearing these words, Yang Mu suddenly became nervous and looked at the other party again.

"The wounds on the neck and abdomen were simply treated, but the abdominal wound was too big and I couldn't remove the shrapnel, so there may still be bleeding in the abdominal cavity."

Hearing these words, Yang Mu and Xiao Hu frowned.

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

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

"Quinn's right hand and foot are both locked by the deformed battle slot, and judging from the situation, there may be something wrong with his limbs."

"Not only that, when we just checked Quinn's limbs, Quinn said that his lower body... lost all feeling."

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

"Well, I guess the shrapnel in the abdomen is compressing the spine. Maybe if you take out the shrapnel... it will be fine."

The medical soldier said uncertainly, but Yang Mu was suddenly confused.

If a soldier's limbs are injured, he can still use biologically cultivated limbs to make up for them, but the nerves are damaged...

That may mean that Quinn may retire!

How big of a blow will it be to retire from the Kunlun Academy? !

"Also, Quinn lost too much blood. The last bag of plasma I have has been hung up. If it hasn't been replenished, I'm afraid..."

"We can donate blood, aren't you good at such things?" Mustache said, but the other party shook his head.

"It can't be done. I don't have any tools. Besides, the portable one was damaged before. I don't know the other person's blood type."

Yang Mu's heart trembled again. The top priority now was to send Quinn out quickly and find a regular medical institution for treatment. But in this desert and the chaotic situation around him, who else could he turn to for help.

Yang Mu thought of the several mechas behind him, turned around, and asked them.

The three mechas did not respond and were still standing quietly. But after a moment, one mecha pointed at the sky.

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

Ten seconds later, Yang Mu clearly saw a warship in the sky, a warship that was slowly landing.

It seems that forces have been arranged to come to the rescue.

Yang Mu suddenly felt relieved, turned around and ran towards Quinn's cockpit, and stood in again.

Lying on his back in the cockpit, Quinn could see only the blue sky at this moment. With Yang Mu's appearance, Quinn opened his eyes again.

"Hold on, brother, you can go back soon." Yang Mu pursed his lips and said while holding Quinn's left hand.

Quinn looked at Yang Mu with a pale face, opened his mouth, and Yang Mu leaned closer.

"Yang Mu, I didn't embarrass us, did I?"

As soon as he heard these words, Yang Mu felt his emotions suddenly rise. Yang Mu, who was used to seeing life and death, thought of those brothers who had been with him through life and death.

The Quinn in front of him is also his brother, a brother who has been through life and death together.

Quinn is an optimistic person. From the time he entered the academy, he faced everything with the most positive and optimistic attitude. It was also there that Yang Mu got to know this young man step by step. He was optimistic, willing to help others, and he could For the sake of myself, a friend I have only known for three months, I ventured through the jungle to find myself, and I was 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 make his own choice with silent actions.

He is a hero, a hero worthy of respect.

"Of course, we won."

"We are heroes, Quinn, and you are the hero."

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

"hey-hey……"

After hearing Yang Mu's words, Quinn also smiled, his face full of relief.

The next moment, the rising sun filled the smoke-filled world with sunlight. A beam of sunlight shone into the cockpit, cheering for Quinn's victory.

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I struggled for a long time, regretting that yesterday’s chapter didn’t set the stage well, and finally decided not to die. Alas, I’m too much of a virgin.