The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Report, the enemy is preparing to surround us!"

"Retreat, retreat immediately!"

"No, this command ship is no match for Kightmare in terms of maneuverability."

"Damn it, what is Jeremiah doing! He was actually suppressed by the terrorists, where are the remaining troops! Order them all to come back for reinforcements!"

When the trap of the underground railway was discovered, the friendly signals on the map went out one by one, and the generals and staff on the command ship all turned pale.

Although the commander of the army is Jeremiah, and the responsibility for the defeat cannot be placed on them, don't forget that the most important figure in District 11, His Royal Highness the Third Prince, is on this command ship.

If something goes wrong with the prince, they will all die.

boom.

Explosions sounded in the direction of the command ship's retreat. The enemy seemed to have predicted the location of their main formation and actually set up an ambush here in advance.

Kightmare's voice sounded from all directions, and it seemed that all the terrorists who had induced the annihilation of Jeremiah's army had turned around.

"Damn terrorists...!" Bartley picked up the communicator in shock and anger: "Attack all of them. The Guards must stop the terrorists from the command ship no matter what, and give His Highness time to retreat!"

"yes my lord!"

After Clovis's bodyguards suffered the loss of Shinjuku, there were only six Kightmare pilots available for dispatch.

Although they have better abilities in all aspects than ordinary soldiers, due to the need to protect the command ship in combat, their huge limitations mean that they can only be suppressed by terrorists and find no room for counterattack.

Since Lelouch had done such a trick on the underground railway's information, he would naturally not forget to take this command ship into account.

Sure enough, after another loud noise, the command ship had to stop moving backwards because the road behind it had completely collapsed.

"Are you completely surrounded?" Wu Ye leaned on the front seat, looking at his anxious subordinates, sighing in his heart that he really didn't have the ability to command.

The Kightmare were not the only terrorists who surrounded them. Troops carrying non-heavy weapons had been hiding on the only way to retreat.

The road in the rear has been blocked, and the front is full of terrorists led by Lelouch. All the favorable terrain around them is controlled by the opponent, and it is the end of the road.

"Lloyd."

"Yes, Your Highness." An unserious voice sounded. On the screen, the young man wearing a white technician's uniform was waiting for Takeya's order with an overly bright smile.

"Let your Lancelot attack. The target is all the enemy's Kightmare." As long as there is no threat from the Kightmare, the remaining terrorists will see no difference between them and a group of primitive people holding wooden sticks.

"Yes your highness." There was no worry about the war situation in Lloyd's eyes, but only the desire for data. As the most talented Kightmare developer in the empire, the binding force of universal values ​​​​on him is also very weak.

When the white Lancelot appeared on the battlefield, Lelouch's face became very ugly. In Shinjuku, he was beaten to pieces by the opponent's unreasonable fighting power.

"Is it this white guy again!" Lelouch gritted his teeth and gave an order to everyone: "Everyone, aim at the white guy, don't be stingy with bullets, block his movement range, the enemy only has one machine! Fire!"

All kinds of ammunition poured in like a torrential rain, but Lancelot's unreasonable mobility and equipment far beyond ordinary mechas were able to counterattack with ease even in the hail of bullets.

In this regard, even Lelouch's psychological quality is numb, let alone those ragtag terrorists. When the trend is favorable, they can explode with considerable combat power, but once the situation is reversed, those who lack combat literacy will They were immediately riddled with errors.

Lancelot is like the God of Death, harvesting the Kightmare on Lelouch's side one by one. Lelouch's encirclement network is like a balloon with a hole. Once it is broken through, it will be as powerful as it appears. will dissipate.

The Guards also turned to the offensive at this time, and the terrorists' psychological defenses were completely defeated. Lancelot's super-standard combat power prevented them from taking down the command ship immediately. Once it turned into a protracted war, the terrorists' advantage would be It will be slowly consumed.

As the first person to escape appeared, more and more terrorists put down their weapons and began to flee. Some even surrendered to the Imperial Army, but they were all shot dead on the spot by the angry Guards.

Lelouch watched blankly as his troops were easily routed. At this moment, he realized the power of the organization.

Is it already impossible to capture Clovis? Tsk, retreat.

The radar captured Lancelot rushing towards him. Lelouch retreated while detonating the last group of explosives. As the roar sounded, the entire command ship tilted and began to move under gravity. Slide down under the traction.

The formation was attacked. Lancelot immediately gave up his pursuit and turned to rescue the command ship. Lelouch also took the opportunity to escape from the battlefield.

With the commander's withdrawal, all the scattered terrorists were eliminated by the reinforcements coming from the outside, and the war finally came to an end.

Even the prince's car was almost captured by terrorists. It was obvious that they had lost this battle.

Immediately after the war ended, the pure-blood faction headed by Jeremiah was immediately denounced by the 11th District Military Headquarters. Words such as incompetent, ignorant, and ignorant set the tone for this defeat.

Although it was said that as long as the prince did not speak for a day, Jeremiah would not be liquidated, but even so, the huge pressure still made him look haggard.

It's just that Wu Ye has no time to pay attention to him now. After returning to the Governor's Mansion, the prince neither got angry at his subordinates' incompetence nor ignored the wave of criticism from the military department against Jeremiah.

He immediately visited the special dispatch's hangar. This war made him realize the power of technology. Unfortunately, the special dispatch was a department under the second prince Schneizel, and he could not directly include it. subordinate.

On the way back, he asked Bartley: "Do you think it is feasible to develop a new Kightmare from now on?"

"Your Highness, this may be a bit difficult," Bartley naturally guessed Takeya's thoughts on the mecha. He said euphemistically: "The best scientific researchers in the empire are all in the country's science and technology bureaus. Talents like Count Lloyd are terrifying. Easy to figure out the second one.”

"Really?" Wu Ye seemed a little dissatisfied with this answer.

Knowing that the prince would not give up so simply, Bartley could only continue: "Even if His Highness has someone, it will always take time to develop it from scratch."

"Is there no one else in the empire who is interested in Kightmare?"

"Well, there is," Bartley tried hard to recall some past events: "When Princess Mariana was still alive, she supported the Ashford family in the research and development of the third generation of Kightmare Gamine. , but after the death of Her Royal Highness the Princess, the Ashford family also lost their protection and has been defeated."

"The Ashfords?"