The National Goddess Signs the Mecha, and The Loyal and Fierce Fleet is Exposed

The ferocious and brutal Zerg army was besieging Lin Xiao, rushing to tear him to pieces.

Lin Xiao was also rushing like crazy, he even gave up his defense, just to rush to the worm ship faster.

[...The enemy ship has locked the Nantianmen base...Please go to support as soon as possible...]

With the cold reminder of the mecha sounded.

Lin Xiao's eyes have turned red, killing intent pervades his body, and he looks like a madman.

"Lin Xiao..."

Lu Li's voice sounded in the communicator.

At this time, Lin Xiao was the closest person to the worm ship that had locked the Nantianmen base. He was the only one who could give the base a chance of life. Everyone knew this...

At this moment, Lin Xiao had already made a decision.

"It's too late...I'm going into extreme overload mode..."

A moment of silence.

Lu Li sounded slightly hoarse in the communicator, trying his best to suppress his barely calm voice.

"agree......"

Then, it was Lin Xiao with a somewhat free and easy voice.

"Thanks......"

"Lu Li, I miss the big banyan tree in my hometown. If you have a chance, please take a look for me..."

Every sound from the communicator was clearly transmitted to Wu Xiuming's ears, his heart was trembling, it was a result he would never believe...

The blue light flickered, Lin Xiao's mecha seemed to be ignited, dragging a long tail flame, and instantly killed the encirclement of the Zerg army. Wherever he passed, there was a bloody road.

He charged towards the worm ship with a clear and determined goal.

The blue light lit up the starry sky.

The burst of fireworks also caught Wu Xiuming's eyes. The emotions that the old man had been trying so hard to suppress completely lost control and collapsed on the wooden sofa.

It was as if he had lost all his strength.

The mournful whimper made his throat involuntarily squirming, and a touch of wetness oozes from the gap between his fingers...

At this moment, no one spoke.

Qiao Nanyan and the two looked at the old man who was on the verge of collapse, but still tried his best to suppress his inner grief.

As if doing so, that result would be different...

On the deep space battlefield, Lu Li and Chen Qingyun were frantically searching for Lin Xiao's body, even if it was any remnant.

However, the power of that explosion was too strong...

Following Lu Li, they returned to the base with a heavy heart.

The old man has sat up straight again, the sadness in his eyes can't be concealed, but his face has returned to calm.

"...they never let me down..."

He muttered to himself.

Just looking at the picture so quietly, Lu Li stared at the place where Lin Xiao sacrificed, staring at the nameplate engraved with Lin Xiao's name in his hand, his back was full of sadness.

He is enduring this grief with Lu Li...

For a long time, the stereo projection has been played.

The old man stretched out his hand slowly, and stood up struggling against the armrest of the wooden sofa, and his body shook a bit when he turned around.

His back was hunched, and he walked out of the office in a sluggish manner, never looking at Qiao Nanyan.

Seeing this sad and old figure, Qiao Nanyan and Sister Zhou both stood up worried and followed quickly.

At this moment, they didn't come forward, but they were separated by a distance of about ten meters and silently followed behind the old man.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched the figure of the old man very long, and the back looked vicissitudes and loneliness.

The two of Qiao Nanyan looked at it again at this time, and their emotions were still complicated. They looked at the old man with worried eyes.

These two pieces of log data must have dealt a great blow to the old man, and they even regretted letting the old man bear this heavy past.

But no matter what, this step has been taken, and there is no possibility of going back.

Looking at the old people who were walking in front of them, their belief in wanting to expose all this became stronger.

If Lu Li and the others can be retrieved, even if it is a burial mound and a corpse, it will be considered a comfort to the old man.

Wu Xiuming walked out of the office and walked slowly across the entire campus, past the teaching building where Lu Li and Lin Xiao used to take classes, and the playground where they were active.

Finally, back to the school gate.

He walked to the monument and looked at the names of Lu Li and Lin Xiao and the message they left.

Slowly reaching out, he took out a washed, whitish but neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket.

Then, little by little, wiped the names of the two people.

His movements were very gentle, and it felt as if he was standing in front of him, standing Lu Li and Lin Xiao, smiling at him.

"Headmaster Wu... is he alright!"

Qiao Nanyan and Sister Zhou also followed to the school gate, standing not far away, and Sister Zhou was still a little worried and wanted to go forward and watch.

"Don't go there!"

Qiao Nanyan stopped Sister Zhou who wanted to step forward, "Let him be alone..."

Wu Xiuming was facing the stone tablet at this time, his lips lightly closed from time to time, as if he was muttering something to himself.

When Sister Zhou heard the words, she stopped.

The two of them didn't speak any more, just quietly looked at the old man not far away, his gentle movements, kind eyes, and whispered whispers.

The old man used to have high expectations for Lu Li and the two, and he should have imagined the moment when they contributed to the construction and development of the motherland. At that time, his face must be proud.

But this kind of expectation became silent thirty years ago. At that time, he should be a little disappointed...

But now, even after thirty years, when the old man heard the news of Lu Li and Lin Xiao again, he still had a proud smile on his face, just as he loved him before.

However, they may never see each other again...

Thinking of this, the mood of Qiao Nanyan and Sister Zhou became heavier, and their gazes towards the old man became deeper.

The two were like this, standing guarding Wu Xiuming at the school gate for a long time, until the sunset on the horizon had completely set.

Night fell and enveloped the city.

Street lights are on.

The light hit the old man in front of the monument, looking a little lonely and desolate.

The old man stood still for several hours, finally moved, and then turned around with some difficulty.

He looked towards Qiao Nanyan's side.

Qiao Nanyan also took a step forward subconsciously.

Then I saw that the old man lost his smile, and his pace was much slower, walking towards them...

"Can we talk again?"

Wu Xiuming stood in front of the two and spoke slowly. *