The Prince's Guide to Chasing His Wife [Mecha]

"Hey?"

"I'm here, what's the matter?"

"No... because the missile hit the area you are in, I just wanted to ask if you were injured?"

"I'm fine, I just came back after rescuing the villagers... The place where I lived last night has been bombed flat."

"Did the rescue work go well?"

"It's okay, those who survived have been sent to the hospital."

"But your voice doesn't sound very good."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and said: "...No, maybe I'm too tired, just take a rest."

"He Chen..."

"Siyuan, if you have nothing to do, don't get busy, let the communication network out."

"..."

"I'm hanging up."

"……it is good."

Before he finished speaking, He Chen hastily cut off the communication.

Shen Siyuan: "..."

He Chen's state is obviously not right, although he can grasp all the movements of the battlefield, but he can't confirm what happened there.

As long as He Chen is safe.

The invaded satellite has been solved by him, and the second missile attack has not come yet.

Shen Si is far away from watching the real-time rolling news, even on TV, death is just a rising, specific and indifferent number.

This mistake not only caused a large number of civilian deaths, but also dealt a fatal blow to the morale of the army.

There are as many as 17 countries that have announced to join the Free Alliance, and more and more countries choose to break off diplomatic relations with Turin under their oppression. No one is optimistic that Turin will win.

The strength of this war is too disparate.

Shen Siyuan had never been so anxious. He hadn't closed his eyes for several days and nights. The work was never finished. The National Security Bureau, the Ministry of National Defense, the Military Weapons Research and Development Center, and the Maple Corporation... made him feel the pain for the first time. Powerless and exhausted.

They must win this war to stop the formation of the Free Federation and keep the world as it is.

The time is really tight... Shen Siyuan closed his eyes, too much information was stored in his brain and it was too late to sort it out. All of them were mixed together, which had obviously affected his daily work.

While resting, he sorted out the context little by little, so as to perfect the next attack plan.

"Siyuan?" Someone knocked on his office door.

Shen Siyuan sat up and turned around, the person who came was actually He Yi.

"Your Highness?"

"I'm here to tell you that the Freedom Alliance already intends to buy Turin's arms."

This is very good news for them. Shen Siyuan has sorted out the flawed drawings in the past two days, and is waiting for the news from He Yi to confirm that this batch of weapons will be put into production.

"Okay, I understand, Your Highness."

"Don't be too tired. There are some simple things that you don't need to do yourself... Your eyes are all black. When He Chen comes back, he will be so distressed."

Shen Siyuan raised his head when he heard the words, and found that He Yi's own condition was not much better, his eyes were full of exhaustion.He hadn't had a good night's sleep since the war started.

"Yes, I know."

"By the way, I have already contacted you about the operation. He is a very experienced surgeon, and the risk is not high... When do you plan to do it?"

"Twenty days later." Shen Siyuan said, "I haven't finished writing the program of the mech yet, and there is also the matter of the satellite that needs to be resolved. The Ministry of National Defense... There is no one who can use it."

Shen Siyuan spoke seriously, but He Yi couldn't refute him. The two missile bombings had already drained their morale, and the latter one was obviously avoidable.

Satellites play a decisive role in this war. Most missiles are guided and protected by satellites.As long as something goes wrong with the satellite, although it cannot immediately affect the outcome, it is enough to make any party mess up.

So Shen Siyuan was looking for a way to completely solve the opponent's satellite from the very beginning. Whether it was virus invasion or signal interference, they could only ensure temporary peace, unless their satellite was irreversibly damaged——

Locate several major satellites outside the atmosphere and shoot them down.

Turing doesn't have this technology, in fact it doesn't have it globally.

Shen Siyuan was also troubled by this, should he use missiles, lasers or particle beams to shoot down satellites?

Missiles are the most undesirable. If the Freedom Alliance finds out, the plan will fall short, and maybe it will be counterattacked strongly, but the technology of laser and particle beams is very immature in Turin.

In the past, space battles were mainly based on starships and mechas, so the best way Shen Siyuan could think of was for someone to drive the mechas into space and shoot down those satellites under his guidance.

But time is running out.

The successive attacks by the Freedom Alliance forced them to show results and tell all Turin that Turin's army was undefeated.

He Yi asked: "Do you have an idea now?"

"Morale is getting lower day by day, it's not going to go on like this... wx-2 has already been put into production, and now the safest way is to use the stealth machine to ascend to a high altitude, and then manually operate it." Shen Siyuan said, "I will come when the time comes, I'm really worried about the others."

"Thanks a lot."

Shen Siyuan smiled wearily.

"The stars are not one ten thousandth as bright as you, but your life is as short as a rose. The poetic and beautiful child Ansunam Velasquez is buried here. May he rest in peace." The epitaph, the font is not very clear, and the rough board still has some cut hands. He carefully inserted it in front of the small mound.

The note he wrote to Ansu Nam was put in his wallet, the blood on it had dried up and turned brown, and the handwriting was somewhat illegible.

Originally, in his assumption, Ansu Namu would call him immediately, but he kept maintaining that white lie.And when he returned to Witton, he asked someone to take her over and live in the palace.

He thought too well.

The cruelty of war is that you never know whether the person you are talking to at this moment is still alive in the next second, and meeting every day may be a farewell.

When Shen Siyuan called, He Chen had just placed Ansu Namu's body. The moment he heard the voice of his beloved, all his pessimistic negative emotions burst out.

He wanted to confide, to vent, to tell Shen Siyuan all the sounds that happened from last night to today, and wanted him to share his worries for him.

But he can't do that.

As a lover, he must convey an optimistic and positive attitude to the other party, but what is he thinking now?

Violence, massacre and death.

Besides, in the current situation, he can't influence Shen Siyuan. Every project that the latter is doing now is related to Turin's future.

So he could only suppress his emotions in his heart and endure them silently.

He had to hang up the phone as soon as possible, Shen Siyuan's gentle voice rang in his ears, he didn't know how long he could hold on, he couldn't help himself to tell the whole thing.

Siyuan said that he expects him to become a hero who protects the world, so he has to keep his impression points at 100.He Chen thought silently, grabbed a handful of soil and covered Ansu Namu's grave.

The heart rate monitor beeped regularly, and the value on the nearby instrument kept changing.

The man lying on the hospital bed slowly opened his eyes with an oxygen tube inserted.

Dai Wenguang stayed by his side and watched him wake up in great surprise: "Mapple, Maple, can you see me?"

Xu Linfeng made it very difficult to open his eyes, as if he was not quite used to the light in the room, he opened them for a while and then closed them with tears in his eyes.

He groaned uncomfortably, and stretched out his hand to tear off the tube.

This action made Dai Wenguang terrified, and quickly stepped forward to grab his hand: "Oh, no, Maple, I'll call the doctor, you wait first!"

Rational tears welled up from the corners of Xu Linfeng's eyes. He wanted to speak several times, but he couldn't have the correct pitch, and only uttered meaningless syllables.

"Maple, calm down, I'll call the doctor right away, okay?"

Xu Linfeng slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were red, and he said, "No, this will make me feel better..."

"..." Dai Wenguang's movements froze.

"Where is Ah Zheng, I, I want Ah Zheng...why is he not here, where has he gone?"

Xu Linfeng's weird response made Dai Wenguang feel chills from head to toe, and his worst worries seemed to have come true.

"I want Ah Zheng..." Xu Linfeng's slightly disturbed expression was completely different from his usual one, and there was also a sense of panic in his tone, as if he was a little afraid of Dai Wenguang.

Dai Wenguang took a deep breath, touched his forehead, and said softly: "Lin Feng, I am He Yuanzheng."

Xu Linfeng looked at him suspiciously, staring at his face for a long time, as if questioning the authenticity of his words.

Dai Wenguang asked, "Don't you remember me?"

Xu Linfeng didn't speak, and seemed to be desperately recalling that he had just woken up and felt very uncomfortable. He wanted to find someone named "A Zheng", and he would protect him desperately.

"No, you lied, lied to me, Ah Zheng doesn't look like this." Xu Linfeng said seriously, and then said aggrieved, "What kind of place is this, I don't want to stay here...I feel so hurt..."

The black doctor had already arrived at the ward. Seeing Xu Linfeng's current appearance, he understood. After a few simple questions and answers, he took Dai Wenguang out.

"Didn't you say that there will be no problems with his memory? Why can't he even recognize me?"

"Don't get excited, calm down, okay?" The doctor made a calm gesture, "His brain scan showed no congestion, so it is almost impossible for memory loss to occur, but it is not absolute. His fever caused A large number of brain cells died, and now he has just woken up, and memory confusion is a normal phenomenon."

"Then when will he recover?"

"I can't be sure, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, it depends on him."

Dai Wenguang glanced back, the nurse was patiently persuading Xu Linfeng, and removed some monitors by the way.

"Felix."

"what?"

Dai Wenguang frowned and observed Xu Linfeng's every move, and asked in a low voice, "Is it true that brain damage cannot be detected by instruments?"

"I've said it many times, can't, can't, can't." Felix looked a little mad, "Day, why are you always struggling with this problem? I'm telling you, let him do the test himself, color , language, intelligence, etc., isn’t it clear at a glance by direct detection? What are you doubting?”

Dai Wenguang stared at Xu Linfeng for a long time, then slowly said, "I'm wondering how likely it is that he pretended to be like this."