As soon as he shook hands in the abandoned mine tunnel, warmth rushed out from the wall. Da Vinci, who had been in a semi-conscious state, gradually changed miraculously. His pale cheeks suddenly became more rosy, as if he was about to lose his temper. The dried green apple suddenly survived the double torment of time and air, and came alive again.
Xu Le closed his eyes and frowned. He didn't notice this change. He still slowly and cautiously put the magical power in his body into Da Vinci's body. His face became more and more pale, and his left shoulder began to uncontrollably. Slightly trembling, very hard.
The team members who had been resting quietly noticed the situation here, and dragged their tired bodies over. When Xiong Linquan's palm fell on Xu Le's shoulder, he suddenly opened his eyes, woke up, smiled hard, and said: " Hope he can stand it."
"Wenxi's appearance is a little strange." Xiong Linquan frowned and looked at the stretcher and said, "Why do you feel like you are more energetic?"
There are quite a lot of medicines in the supplementary materials at the edge of the jungle. After hearing Xiong Linquan's words, the team members hurriedly tore open the packaging bags, replaced Da Vinci's infusion medicines, and implemented follow-up treatment measures.
Dida Dida, the team members stared at the silent drip of medicine in the flexible infusion tube with wide eyes, their expressions were very serious and nervous.
Everyone knows that it is very critical now. If Da Vinci can withstand the strong stimulation of adrenaline drugs and wake up with the pressure in the blood vessels, then his life will be saved. It's really hard to wake up again.
I don't know how long it took, the imperial soldier in the corner of the mine saw that the index finger of the hand next to the stretcher trembled slightly, and called out in astonishment. Then everyone was delighted to find that Da Vinci, who had been in a coma for many days, finally opened his mouth. Wake up with eyes open.
Someone dimmed the light so as not to irritate his eyes. Da Vinci stared at the blurred face in front of him wearily. He probably knew that he was still alive. His gray-white lips curled up in difficulty, forcing a smile.
At this time, Gu Xifeng stopped repairing the equipment. He used the fine tweezers between his round fingers, dipped some water, and carefully wiped the dry crumbs from the corners of his wet and soft eyes. He couldn't hide his joy and lingering fear, and scolded with a trembling smile: "You really deserve to be the No. 2 cockroach in the seventh group."
The cockroach is the symbol of Xiaoqiang in the traditional culture of the military camp. It represents the incredible vitality, and it will never die. Hearing this description, the pale Da Vinci smiled wearily, his throat was ho-ho, but he could not speak the complete syllable. .
Xu Le had already retreated to the corner and was wiping the sweat on his forehead with a towel. He had previously injected infuriating energy into Da Vinci's body, which was purely a subconscious reaction.
Hearing the word cockroach, he remembered the long-standing stories Philip had told him about the transformation of the three planets in the capital star circle by the previous human civilization, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. Nothing like this is missing.
Paul and the three Imperial captives were in another corner of the mine, and they also lost one in the final battle before entering the Bikie Plateau.
The Empire and the Federation have been at war for many years, and the hatred between them is difficult to eliminate. Although it is said that they have fought side by side with these Federation people, although Xu Le said before entering the plateau that this is the arrangement of fate, the big guys are destined to live or die together. , but the two sides are still subconsciously divided into two parts, and there is little communication.
Looking at the liveliness there, Paul lowered his voice to translate for his companions, probably thinking that the Federals viewed an ugly guy like a cockroach so sacred and incomprehensible, and several Imperial people couldn't help laughing.
The tunnel was very warm, and because of the occasional laughter, the atmosphere seemed very good. Paul looked over there, hesitated for a moment, broke the long silence on both sides, and asked Xiong Linquan in jerky Federal language: "Then... First Who is the cockroach?"
"Seven groups of No. 1 cockroaches?"
The federal soldiers laughed and pointed to Xu Le in a tacit understanding. Xiong Linquan replied with a smile: "Of course it's the boss. It seems that this guy can't die no matter what kind of desperate situation he encounters."
As the stone that is least afraid of death, probably death is also unwilling to find trouble with it.
Xu Le shrugged in front of everyone's eyes and acquiesced to this statement, but he didn't have the strength to take advantage of this rare harmonious atmosphere. As long as you squeeze out the true air in your body, you will transform into a gluttonous monster.
"Find something to eat."
He looked at Paul and said, "I can swallow a mecha when I'm hungry."
At this moment, Bead's low and excited voice sounded in the battlefield infantry's communication system. He was patrolling around the camp and found something interesting.
"Boss, you have to come over. I found a few mechas."
The starlight on the plateau was a little weird. It fell on Xu Le and the others' gray protective clothing, glowing a mysterious purple, and when it fell on the black gravel, it suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Xu Le took off his helmet and looked at the two black and broken military MXs and a large tunneling mecha in front of him. He was not shocked or disappointed by the degree of damage. In fact, before he came out, he knew very well that it would be thrown by the federal military. Abandoned mechas will definitely not have much repair value.
Of course, the so-called repair value here is for the concept of normal machine repair, but it does not necessarily include him, the main designer of the MX mecha, so he walked towards the three piles of metal garbage without hesitation and began to climb upwards.
"It is impossible for the army to leave the military MX to the imperial people. Since the self-destruction level has not been activated, it means that it has been judged to have no repair value or even possible repair."
An NTR member said disappointedly.
He has been in charge of mechanic repair work in the original army and is very trusted. However, today he found that his judgment has not been answered by anyone. Everyone including Zhuzishan Cannon is nervously looking at the wreckage of the mecha. What Xu Le, after a little wonder, remembered Xu Le's identity, and immediately closed his mouth.
"The repair arm is good, both are good!"
Xu Le stood up straight on the wreckage of the mecha, held a miniature repair robotic arm in both hands, and shouted to the team members below, looking as excited as a savage who had picked up a big bone.
"Can it be repaired?" Shan Cannon asked loudly.
Xu Le put down the repair arm in his hand, patted his butt, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile, "I'll try."
"Will there be too much movement for them to find out?" Zhu Zi pointed to the top of the night dome.
Xu Le made a decision without hesitation: "This must be a gamble."