Chapter 11 Jinghong (3)

Moments later, the broken M-IP 18 was parked on the barren alien land, and the cockpit door opened from inside. Jiang Jianming stood next to the mecha, stroking his hair that was ruffled by the wind.

On the slender wrist, the metal bracelet folded by the mecha Xueguo flashed twice in the sunlight.

"Xuejiu starts and switches the driving mode."

Jiang Jianming flicked his index finger on the white bracelet. The small bracelet glowed faintly, and at first, translucent nerve-conducting fibers quickly extended out, outlining the scintillating cockpit scene before and after him. Immediately afterwards, the metal pieces of the bracelet began to unfold layer by layer—there was only such a small bracelet, but it seemed to be able to split indefinitely, and the white metal adhered to the nerve fibers in turn.

There was a hard touch behind Jiang Jianming's body, and he was lifted into the air by the assembled cockpit - in a blink of an eye, a mecha with a smooth and beautiful fuselage was assembled out of thin air in such a dreamlike light. stand up.

Garcia was still sitting on the IP, and His Royal Highness was not in a hurry to return at this time, and watched the whole process of the deployment of the mecha.

"S-Xuejiu," the prince seemed to find it interesting, and his tone became lazy, with a bit of pungent sarcasm, "this model is not bad, with high speed, high defense and low attack, suitable for... escaping."

Jiang Jianming hooked his lips and said sincerely: "Xuejiu was once rated as the number one beauty machine. You should say that it is suitable for a vase that is too fancy to escape from the battle."

As we all know, the Empire has always been very strict in the control of mechas. The performance gap between civilian mechas and military mechas is huge. The most obvious one is that civilian mechas are not allowed to mount guns.

The military mechas are divided into six grades: D/C/B/A/S/Super S, and are also divided into three types: ordinary mechas, specialized mechas, and folding mechas.

Ordinary mechas represented by M-IP 18 usually have three forms of sea, land and air; specialized mechas focus on strengthening one of these forms. It is the obvious air combat specialization mecha.

The folding mecha, also known as "crystal mecha", belongs to cutting-edge technology. It uses crystal particle alloys that can be expanded instantly. After unfolding, the function of the mecha is very different from that of ordinary mechas, and it can even install a high-dimensional transition system. Mechas that can be rated as A-level and above are all folding mechas.

Don't look at the words of His Royal Highness and the widow of the old crown prince in this wild wilderness. A-class mecha is not something that ordinary people can have.

Even Xue Jiu, who was known for his high defense and low attack, could have the power of a single shot to be equal to five galloping electric shocks.

Garcia glanced at Jiang Jianming and thought to himself: It's not a loss to match him.

The series of mecha manipulation techniques just now seemed dangerous, but they were actually very stable. That's definitely not something ordinary people can do.

Garcia stood up, took a few steps forward, put his palm on Xuejiu's body, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"

At this point, it's impossible for a ghost to believe what this person said "I'm just an ordinary recruit".

Jiang Jianming felt a chill in his heart, and thought to himself: should I ask who you are, cheating a corpse, resurrecting a ghost, or going to hell?

On the face, he repeated the same trick, took out the chip box of the Yin Beidou military emblem from the front pocket, and put it back in front of the prince: "At least it's not your enemy."

Garcia's wrist phone flashed at this moment, Jiang Jianming glanced at it: "Did the people in the fort come to you? Then I'll go first. There is a big man named Gao Long among the recruits this year. Your Highness is convenient. Help me bring him a word - good friend, see you on the battlefield in the future."

Garcia ignored the call of the fortress, and kept his palm on Xuejiu, said solemnly, "Aren't you going to give me a ride?"

Jiang Jianming was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed dumbly.

His eyebrows and eyes are naturally sparse, even a little dull, which is the opposite of the handsome and amazing prince. Not only does he not have the slightest aggressiveness, but it also makes people feel too thin and weak, as if they can be crushed with a single pinch.

It was only at this moment that he lowered his eyes and smiled, and the pinkish color on his lips was dazzling.

"Of course I'm joking, Your Highness." He shook his head with a sneering smile, "Since you are the prince of the Empire, please act more cautiously - for example, didn't anyone teach you not to take the chance of a stranger casually? Armor?"

Before the words fell, a huge force shook Garcia's palm. The mecha snow dove hummed and floated in the air with a "hum". It was like a swan that was about to fly, and it was about to go straight to the sky.

Garcia's expression froze: "Stop! You..."

He stabbed a red gold crystal bone on his right wrist, and he actually wanted to suppress this snow dove with the power of the crystal bone alone!

boom!

In the flash of lightning, a bullet struck the crystal bone, making a crisp "ding" sound.

In the cockpit of the mecha Xuejiu that was quickly lifted into the air, Jiang Jianming held the gun in his right hand and said warmly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness... I really can't cope with the censorship of the fortress, so I can only escape."

He was still laughing just now, but now he was decisive and precise when he shot at the prince, without any hesitation.

The gust of wind that the mecha lifted into the sky ruffled the prince's white-blond curly hair. Garcia raised his head in anger, but his movements suddenly stopped.

The crystal bone, which even the artillery bombardment of the pirate group could not penetrate, naturally could not be injured by a single bullet. However... the prince saw the gun in Jiang Jianming's hand, and the gun body was glowing with a silver-gray luster, like a noble silk woven from a galaxy.

Garcia's pupils shrank slightly, and he whispered uncertainly: "Wings of Venus...?"

It was this moment of hesitation that bought Jiang Jianming time, and the snow-white mecha flew straight up, leaving only the driver's sentence: "Goodbye Alpha Alien, Your Highness Garcia."

Seth Henry's prompt sounded in the cockpit of the S-Xueguo:

Jiang Jianming slammed his heart: "Leap."

In an instant, S-Xueguo broke through the atmosphere of Beta Alien and shrank to a corner of the sky where night gradually fell.

When the dark galaxy of the universe flowed on the glass in front of the cockpit, the spherical wormhole suddenly opened, and the snow-white mecha crashed into it, completely disappearing its tracks.

On the dusty ground, only Garcia was left looking at the sky with a thoughtful gaze that remained for a long time.

...

Alpha Alien, E1 area.

The blue double moon hangs high, and the non-stop long wind brings chills. The sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds, and snow was falling.

Alpha Alien, which is the farthest planet from the three habitable star systems of the Empire of Man in the far interstellar range that has been explored. The first fortress of the Yinbeidou Expeditionary Force is located here, and it has been sticking to the front line of human civilization year after year.

The mecha snow dove stopped on the snow-covered ground.

In the cockpit, Jiang Jianming's eyes were tightly closed, a few strands of black hair wet with cold sweat stuck to the side of his pale face, and he had passed out.

Within a day, he suddenly entered the far-interstellar environment with rich crystal particles, and experienced such a high-intensity mecha battle of life and death... In addition, he suffered the pressure of two high-dimensional transitions.

Such successive loads are superimposed on ordinary disabled humans, and it is not surprising that they die suddenly.

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Jianming twitched slightly, and regained some sense of sanity.

All he felt was a splitting headache, his limbs were sore, his internal organs seemed to be all tangled together, and even the faintest breath would spasm in pain.

His throat seemed to have been burned by fire, and every cell in his body was frantically clamoring for thirst.

"Cough..." Jiang Jianming struggled to make a little breath, he couldn't even open his eyelids, "...Water..."

The blue light of the brain of Seth Henry jumped on the screen, Xue Jiu's mechanical claw pulled out a bottle of emergency energy water from the supply box, and handed the metal straw to the owner's chapped lips.

Jiang Jianming took a bite and swallowed a few mouthfuls with difficulty. The cool liquid moistened his throat, and the burning pain finally subsided.

It's just that he was so weak that he soon lost the strength to suck. The straw slipped from his unconsciously opened lips, Jiang Jianming was dizzy, and his consciousness drifted away again.

In the haze, he seemed to see the vast and icy black sea of ​​stars, the scorched earth of the alien star that was condensed with translucent real crystals, and the white-blond curls flying in the flames of war.

Someone came to him... but he didn't know if it was Ryan or Garcia, or someone else.

In this long night of alien stars, Jiang Jianming struggled several times to wake up and then fell into a coma. He was paralyzed for a long time, and his physical strength recovered little by little.

When he really woke up, it was the dawn of Alpha Alien.

The snow stopped about half an hour ago, and the light of dawn spilled into the S-Xueguo's cockpit.

"..." Jiang Jianming slowly exhaled, his eyelashes moved, and he struggled to open his eyelids.

The field of vision became clear, the familiar cockpit entered, and a few words jumped on the screen in front of him.

Jiang Jianming leaned on the driver's seat in a daze, and inserted his fingers into the messy hair: "...Did I have a dream again?"

After Ryan left, he would have dreams from time to time, but never as clearly as before.

The morning light was obscured in front of him, Jiang Jianming narrowed his eyes and tried to move.

Most of the discomfort in the body disappeared, and only a little feeling of collapse in the hands and feet remained.

So he reached out and poked Seth, and said hoarsely, "Where's the real crystal? Has the analysis result come out?"

Seth Henry's voice got stuck for a while, and answered the question two seconds later:

Jiang Jianming was stunned for a long time, and subconsciously touched the ring that he regarded as a necklace.

After a while, he lowered his head and whispered to himself: "...that's not a dream."

What happened was so bizarre that he was a little confused.

First of all, make sure it's not a disguise... He is too familiar with Ryan, and it is impossible for the little highness to deceive him.

Whether he saw Ryan himself or not, at least that person really didn't know him.

So... will it be amnesia?

But why have different identities and names?

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense. Since Garcia can show up in front of people in an open and honest way, and can rule out the possibility of "feigning death in order to avoid some conspiracy", why does the empire call the crown prince dead?

Take another 10,000 steps and think, could it be that Garcia and Ryan are really two people?

Just as Lieutenant Colonel Louis said, the second prince has been stationed in the far interstellar space since childhood, so he is not known to the people of the empire on the bright side, and even Ryan has not told him?

Ryan... When he tentatively mentioned Crown Prince Ryan, Garcia's mood changed significantly...

What is going on, the military and political leaders headed by Old Marshal Chen must know. For three years, no one has told him... Is it because of any secrets involved?

And the rumor that His Majesty the Emperor is going to appoint another heir this winter...

Could it be that the so-called new crown prince is Garcia?

Jiang Jianming rubbed his temples, shook his head and sighed.

"……never mind."

That person, who walked ruthlessly and strangely in the past, now appears in front of him with such a ruthless and mysterious appearance...

God, did he owe this man in his last life?

Jiang Jianming smiled bitterly. He glanced at the vast snow scene in front of him, suppressing his tumultuous emotions.

Forget it, can't think of anything when think about it. The matter has come to this point, and can only move on.

Calmness gradually returned, and he ordered Zhinao: "Help me locate the first fortress, Set, let's find your fuselage."

The author has something to say:

Jiang: searched for husband for a thousand miles.

Garcia: The net under the coffin board is not good, it is easy to drop the line in the early stage, please bear with me.