Chapter 156 (2/2)
Li Xinyan sighed softly and said, ”even if there is no car, it's good to have two wheels.”
Zhao Xiaogang agreed to smile. They moved on.
The original location of the base is more than 30 kilometers away from the place where the operation team fell. It's not far away. It's only half a day.
From a distance, the explosion blasted out a huge pit with a radius of nearly one kilometer on the ground. There was no fireworks inside the pit, because even the rock bed was exposed there, and there were countless debris splashing around the pit. The flames in the debris had not been extinguished, and most of the debris had turned black. That was the mark of fireworks, and the flames floated to the sky with thick smoke, Connected with the clouds in the sky, a scene of the end of the war.
Zhao Xiaogang was just about to come out of the woods and move towards the ruins, but he was pulled back by Li Xinyan. Out of the instinct of the action team, Zhao Xiaogang naturally knew that there was something wrong and looked back at Li Xinyan. Li Xinyan's eyes were looking at the ruins on the left side of the huge pit, so he also looked there.
There, on the ground is a round flying object, and next to the flying object, stands a mechanical life!
The ruins are black and made of steel. If you don't pay attention to them, you can't distinguish them.
The man was as like as two peas J Trog, whether it was a wolf head or a streamline. Of course, there is a slight difference, that is, strog is not dressed, and this mechanical warrior is wearing a cape. The Cape is black. I don't know what material it is, but it doesn't move in the smoke. It's like a mechanical fighter. It's dark and makes people feel a pressure.
”Yushchenko, if you meet him face to face, what's your chance of winning?” There was a sound in Li Xinyan's head.
It doesn't sound like strog and muco, but it sounds like a middle-aged man's voice, deep, calm and full of emotion.
The mechanical fighter did not answer immediately. He took back his sight from a distance, looked up at the sky, turned his head to look at the flying objects, but asked in the radio channel: ”Your Highness, do you think a counselor or a powerful soldier is important?” Or is it important to be a person who can make good use of resources? ”
The middle-aged man did not answer immediately, but was silent for a moment, and said: ”what kind of person do you think, Muko, should belong to?”
”Your Highness! You are trying to embarrass me. The deceased has already said that it is a bit blasphemous for him to say this question at the place where he fought last. ” The mechanic was a little discontented, but the tone was as usual.
On hearing this, the middle-aged man burst out laughing and said, ”blasphemy? In the presence of God, there is no such statement as blasphemy of a guard. No matter how to say, he was once a guard of mine. Let's say, give him a final verdict. It's not blasphemy to have me here. ”
The mechanical warrior did not hesitate this time, and replied: ”in fact, Muko, I think he should be a kind of person who can skillfully use resources. This kind of people are born to adapt to the environment, and use the environment to transform everything in their own space, so as to turn passive into active. But what he dealt with, that is, the resources he used, were the lowest resources that made up the mechanical soldiers. This is not wrong for the battle won by quantity. This kind of ability enables him to organize a powerful war machine. Maybe, in a little more time, he can assemble a mechanical Legion sweeping the world! However, war is about fighting against the clock. Who will give him time to build a war army? So, he is not a wise man, so he can't be an important man! ”
”And then?” The middle-aged man was very interested and motioned the mechanical soldier to continue.
”He has proved with his life that a person who can skillfully use resources will still be abandoned by the result of war.”
”That's all?” The middle-aged man felt that the conclusion seemed to be a little less, and said: ”what I asked is that if you face him, you will have a few percent chance of winning! How come you've been talking about muco's head all the time? ”
The mechanical soldier seemed to get stuck and sighed. Instead of being relaxed and frivolous, he said in a deep voice: ”I still can't escape from your Highness's eyes! If I change to the position of Muko, about, I have only half the chance of winning. Because from the classification just now, he is not among them at all! The guards of his great highness tirathamis are basically like him, looking for opportunities from despair, brewing light in darkness, and creating life in death. For this kind of person, it's not wrong for you to divide him into existing categories, and it's not wrong to put him out. Even in the end, you find that your positioning for him is fundamentally wrong! For such an opponent, how can we be sure to defeat him? ”