I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

At the end of 1915, it rained unexpectedly in St. Petersburg, where it was supposed to snow.

The storm swayed down from the dark clouds, spreading like black blood droplets in the sky. The moon was covered, and the city under the night sky became even more hazy.

The heavy rain brought wet and cold water vapor, making people shiver from the cold. The nearby mansions and villas were all covered by gray water curtains, as if they were standing in a thick fog.

Beichen's northwest front was pushed forward very quickly. As the first country in the world to enter the industrial revolution, even now it no longer has the confidence that a country had in the past to challenge the world alone.

But the foundation is still there. The entire city lives in the shadow of the distant war, as if enduring a wound that will never heal.

During these months, the city was filled with rumors, conflicts, bombings, and hunger.

Murder, conflict, and suspicion have corroded the city's soul, but even so, many people still believe that the war is still far away and that this storm will eventually pass. If this is the case, waiting will become even more difficult.

Tesla was wearing a raincoat and standing in the heavy rain. The place where he stood was a narrow alley, but the eaves of the houses on both sides were not long, so they were not covered much by him.

Soon, he heard the crisp sound of horseshoes on the ground, and a carriage stopped at the end of the street.

Soon, the door of the carriage opened, and a woman wearing a raincoat stepped out of the carriage. She trotted towards Tesla quickly, and ran directly into Tesla's arms in three steps and two steps at a time.

Tesla hugged her, and they hugged each other in the rain, but without saying a word, many words were lost. .

Under the raincoat is an old but very elegant face. Although there are many wrinkles, it can still be seen from the bones that she was an elegant woman in the past.

In fact, it's not just as simple as her elegant temperament. A few months ago, she had been the queen of a country for decades.

She was Nauda, ​​Tesla's wife.

"You are not in good health. Why did you come out in the rain?" Tesla whispered.

"I miss you so much," Nauda said.

Dane walked over from one side, holding a black umbrella in his hand to protect his mother from the wind and rain.

"Serbia," Nauda choked.

"I know." Tesla said in a low voice, "But we are all alive."

Nauda laughed at himself, "What's the use of us all living? In just a few months, hundreds of thousands of young people in Serbia died on the front line. Whose husband and whose son are they here?

They believed in me, so they bravely went to the front line and fought to defend this country.

As their king, I should live and die with them, but now I am surviving here. "

Tesla looked at her quietly, "Are you grieving because you can no longer be the king of the kingdom, or are you grieving because of their sacrifice and the demise of the kingdom?"

"Of course it's the latter," Nauda said.

Tesla replied, "As long as you live one day, the kingdom has not been destroyed, it can only be regarded as that most of the land is occupied by the enemy.

The war never ends, and their efforts are never in vain. What we do tonight is our counterattack.

And if you die, or are captured, and are forced to sign certain regulations, that is the end of everything. "

Nauda fell silent.

"Let's talk on the carriage and we'll go to the meeting point," Tesla said.

Nauda nodded, and they got into the carriage together.

With the sound of the axle rolling, the carriage headed towards the end of the street in the wind and rain.

"When I first heard the news that the kingdom had been completely occupied, my heart skipped a beat." Tesla said thankfully, "Fortunately, you are all here."

"My mother originally wanted to stay there and live and die with the kingdom, but I took her away by force." Dane raised his eyebrows. "As soon as we left, the mecha troops of the Austro-Hungarian Empire invaded the royal capital."

"This is not something worth boasting about." Nauda said in a low voice.

Dane lowered his eyes sarcastically.

"Let history judge what happened in the past. Now we only do what we think is right." Tesla whispered.

He opened the curtain of the carriage and looked out the window. The heavy rain still showed no sign of letting up. The mecha was actually at a disadvantage in such an environment, because the engine could not heat up well and the power system would have some problems.

However, the same goes for enemies.

The carriage soon arrived in the forest near St. Petersburg. They stopped behind a hill where there were already many people.

Tesla got off the carriage and raised his head to look at everything in the air. There were many mechas parked here.

Dane also got off the carriage, opened his umbrella, and walked into the forest of mechas with Tesla.

There are about forty mechas here, thirty of which belong to the Brotherhood, and a few that they originally owned.

These mechas are much taller than the storm mechas, each with an average height of about six meters, almost two stories high.

Tesla raised his head and stroked the mechas gently, not caring about the rust and water stains on them, and just murmured softly.

"Are these prototypes?"

The middle-aged man also walked over from one side, "It should be, at least I haven't seen such mechas in other countries."

The emergence of mecha technology has only happened in the past few decades.

All countries are in a state of exploration when it comes to mechas, so they will inevitably take some detours when initially designing mechas.

Either the cost is too high to be mass-produced, or the structure is poor and prone to falling, or the kinetic energy required is too great to move.

After the prototypes of these mechas are built and confirmed to be useless, they will be scrapped and will not be mass-produced.

Some will be destroyed and recycled, while others will be collected as proof of the process of human history.

These mechas should be this kind of prototype machinery.

The biggest feature of these prototype machines is that they resemble some real creatures, even some mythical creatures.

Because many of the mechas produced by Tesla were bionic in shape.

For example, the mecha he is touching now is very human-like, with two arms and two legs. The arms are very long, and the fist is about the same size as the head. The face has no features, as if it is wearing a faceless mask.

"This is based on the Iron Golem." The middle-aged man said, "In Hebrew legend, it is an inanimate giant made of clay, stone and bronze. According to legend, this giant can move after being injected with magic power, but No ability to think."

Tesla nodded. In addition, he also saw a mecha with a minotaur and a human body. The lower body was similar to the anti-arch shooting of the mecha he saw on Sky Island. He could have better bounce ability.

"Although these mechas are all prototypes that have been eliminated, they are all capable mechas." The middle-aged man said, "They are only not mass-produced because of the high cost and lack of practicality."

Tesla nodded, but before he could react, Dane on one side could not wait to climb up directly along the iron golem's feet.

Tesla shouted seriously, "Dane, what are you doing?"

"I have a level six mecha operating certificate." Dane said, "This battle cannot be without me."

Dane's body was very flexible and he quickly reached the top. He fumbled around for the entrance to the mecha's control cabin.

After about a few dozen seconds, he seemed to have discovered something. As he moved, the faceless mask of the mecha slowly cracked open, opening wider and wider like an observation window.

The steam ejected from the machine's joints condensed into white mist under the cold night wind. The mecha's engine had not started, so the movements at this moment were all the air pressure accumulated when the previous engine was started.

As the face opened, the control cabins inside were revealed. Like the Storm Mecha, there were also three.

A weapons operator, a driver, and an observer.

He sat directly in the driver's seat.

Tesla stood under the mecha and looked at him.

"You are completely unfamiliar with this mecha. Piloting it alone is tantamount to seeking death."

"Believe me, father." Dane said sincerely, "I am also a Serbian. I cannot fight side by side with those soldiers who died on the battlefield to defend Serbia, but please let me do something for Serbia."

"I have no intention of stopping you." Tesla turned to look at the middle-aged man, watching him gradually put on the mecha combat uniform, "Do you also want to go in person?"

"I am a soldier." The middle-aged man said, "The most important thing about this operation is confidentiality, so the fewer people coming and the more familiar they are, the better."

"I understand."

Tesla turned his head and glanced at Nauda. Years of tacit understanding allowed them to understand each other's meaning the moment they looked at each other.

Tesla looked up at Dane.

"Put your arms down and take us up there, kid, and I'll be the weapons operator."

Dane was stunned and couldn't help but said.

"Father, mother, this is dangerous."

"What, do you dislike us?" Nauda raised his head and teased, "I was your father's airship observer when I was young, and I'm not blind yet."

"We are family." Tesla said calmly, "Even if we die, we will die together."

"This battle is the key to the entire war situation." Nauda said seriously, "The king cannot just stay behind his subjects."