However, using such moves against Fatty was like showing off one’s skills before an expert. "Fat Bro" gave the little kid a kick, flying him away, and angrily said, "How would I know if it’s friend or foe? Are you calling Fat Bro? Call Lord Jian!"
As he spoke, from a distance, the sound of energy cannons firing and explosions could be faintly heard.
Fatty was startled, activated the cha’s long-range viewer, and felt a surge of joy. Since there were such sounds, it ant that the chas appearing on the radar were from opposing forces engaging in combat. At least, these people were not specifically targeting him.
Activating [Logic], he had Little Pi connect the data cable to the cha computer for assistance. Fatty’s right hand executed a move called ’Scattering Flowers’, his fingers rained down on the keyboard like a storm, and the cha entered stealth mode, quietly creeping towards the side of the cha group.
Moving in the opposite direction, the distance between [Logic] and those dozens of chas rapidly closed. Fatty carefully avoided the path of the oncoming cha group, hiding behind a dense bush on a small hill, poking his head out to look down the hill.
The chas appearing in the long-range viewer were like a herd of wild horses, tearing through the underbrush, rolling forward, becoming clearer as the distance closed.
Leading the front was a modified [Mimosa] private cha, a civilian cha developed for won with almost no combat capabilities. Protecting her while fighting and retreating were five Leray Federation [Warrior Leaders].
Chasing closely behind were an Eighth Generation [Royal Banner] dium-sized cha and over twenty Desic Empire Seventh Generation [Black Ard] standard Single Soldier chas.
Tian Xingjian, having been in hiding underground for over two months, had completely lost contact with the Freedom Front and Leray Federation. He knew nothing about the current war situation or the direction of Gazalin’s coup, and even less that a massive war in human society had fully erupted since he had jumped into the ravine.
Seeing the Federation chas suddenly appear before him, Tian Xingjian was dumbfounded and anxious, thinking, "How can Federation chas be here, and being chased by the Desic Empire’s forces? Could it be that Ann Lei and the others have been here all along without being picked up? Did the few hours I fought for ultimately fall short for their escape? If so, what has beco of them now? Are they still hiding in the vast jungles of the southern mountains, or have they been captured by the Desic Empire?"
A thousand thoughts and speculations surged in his mind all at once. Biting his teeth, Fatty made up his mind to find a way to rescue those few escaping Federation chas and get so answers.
The situation for a few Federation chas had beco extrely critical. More than ten [Black Ard] chas, led by that [Royal Banner], relentlessly used fierce firepower to slow the Federation chas’ escape. The other ten [Black Ard] had split into two teams, encircling from both sides at full speed.
Countless energy cannons nearly swept over every escaping Federation cha, with explosions sounding one after another. The dense barrage of shells, slicing through the cold air, ford a thick and intricate web of contrails.
The chanical energy shield of the [Mimosa] was already beginning to flicker with a faint red glow, and the energy shields of the five [Warrior Leaders] protecting it were also flashing under the dense barrage of cannon fire, like flas that could be extinguished at any mont.
There was no ti to lose. Fatty pulled the control stick, and [Logic] crouched low, stealthily moving from behind the hill towards the side of the Desic Empire chas.
"Fatty, can’t we just not go? There are too many enemies..." This was Little Pi’s voice. This little brat was experiencing such a battle for the first ti, trembling all over: "Why not find a nice and peaceful place, where the man farms and the woman weaves?"
Fatty chuckled stupidly, shyly saying, "Fuck you, if you want to live, shut up and do your job!"
Seeing Fatty behaving so indecently, Little Pi could only sigh dejectedly, focusing on assisting Fatty’s control, making Fatty’s commands more precisely distributed to [Logic]’s every joint through the cha computer. With the two cunning scoundrels working together, [Logic] moved swiftly and silently like a ghost.
In fact, these ordinary Desic Empire standard chas below the hill posed no significant threat to Fatty, who had undergone two months of secluded training. To him, those chas below seed clumsy and poorly controlled, almost like disabled people. Even if he couldn’t win, he was sure he could escape.
Although he couldn’t explain why he had such a feeling and confidence, Tian Xingjian vaguely felt it had a significant connection to the seventy-two ancient martial arts moves he had been practicing.
The fact was just that—his mastery of cha martial arts had greatly enhanced his abilities. Especially in the continuity of cha movents, the insights he gained during his escape had deepened further through his martial arts training.
With Fatty’s current skill level, looking at those ordinary cha warriors’ controls was like soone used to piloting supersonic fighter jets watching propeller-driven antique planes—it naturally felt incredibly slow. However, due to his sneaky nature, this cunning fellow, even if piloting a supersonic jet against propeller planes, would still choose to achieve his goal through a surprise attack.
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