Can Ci Pin/Imperfections(残次品)BL by Priest

Chapter 90

A missile shot across the dark space like a meteor, then the light spot of a robot on the communication channel disappeared immediately. Monoeyed Hawk made the third emergency jump and felt the protective gas hit his chest. He almost fell off the mental network in the dark, and blood came out of his nose - he thought, I've already gotten old.

Another emergency jump. He felt that he could probably die here on the spot.

One hundred and ninety-seven years old, still on the tip of the tail of the so-called "youth", without wrinkles on his face, without balding, not fat, when walking in the street, there would still be a girl who would look back at him because of his hooked nose and heterochromatic pupils, and would be deceived by his face, unable to see that he was about to go through the fresh-keeping period.

He had seen buildings rise, fall, burn, and turn to ashes. He had been drunk for a hundred years and died in a dream. He was accompanied by wine and lust. His muscles and the spirit of his chest abandoned him quietly. He was no longer the young man who was waiting for nothing.

"Monoeyed Hawk," William's voice came from the communication channel, "they are catching up again!"

All of them used to be part of the Free Alliance Army. There were seventeen or eighteen of them, and they had ten small mecha - some were not used to driving them. For safety reasons, they had to drive by turns.

This group of middle-aged and old men didn't engage in group fights. Before they came, they only thought of "enjoying a cup of wine while watching the flowers of peach and apricot trees, for ten years missing each other, staring at the lamp during the night rains in the jianghu*", they ignited their own fire and poured oil to heat the spatula, intending to be vigorous. But when they came out, they were all cold food. Their nostalgia often turned into drinking too much. After the hot wine, they cried bitterly and recalled the extraordinary years. All that's left was their measly trivial days, and except complaining, there was nothing to say.

*quoted from a Song dynasty poet Huang Tingjian's work, 'Writing to Huang Jifu'

Getting old, their ideals shrunk with their muscles, unable to hold a big lie such as the Eighth Galaxy.

On the way back without success, the old brothers with low morale suddenly detected that there was an organic armour regiment nearby, and the distance between the two sides was less than 500 kilometers - this couldn't be an accident, because if a regiment of this size didn't use technical means to hide itself, even if they didn't scan it deliberately, passing merchant ships and organic armour would have already been noticed half a sailing day away.

Monoeyed Hawk made everyone evacuate at full speed for the first time, and sent out a call for help to Morning Star. The ambush opened fire without warning. The two small mechs were shot down in a flash. They refused to communicate, and chased them all the way like cats chasing mice.

No one knew why they were ambushed, what kind of people they were, and who betrayed their itinerary.

"No, Monoeyed Hawk. They have Heavy Mechs. Heavy Mechs can use the transition point to scan remotely, they can't be thrown off! When will support arrive?"

"Look at the stellar map for yourself, and see how far away this ghost place is from your fucking Morning Star," Monoeyed Eagle lifted his sleeve and wiped his nosebleed away. "Bullshit support, you can only become a corpse collection team, save yourself!"

"What are these people doing? Let's play?" Someone asked in the communication channel, "I say, let's not surrender strategically first."

Monoeyed Hawk let out a breath out his nose, suffocating to death, but felt that the proposal was very reasonable.

The old arms dealer was not a martyr who would rather die than surrender. Although he has a hot temper, he could definitely bend and stretch at the critical moment, unafraid that the green hills would be without firewood*. He still didn't know who betrayed them, and so was unwilling to die in such a muddled situation. Moreover, in the face of such a large army, even if they kneel down, they will not lose face, surrendering was nothing.

*from the idiom "as long as the green hills are preserved, there would be no fear in lacking firewood" which basically means "as long as there is life, there is hope"

In fact, this place was not far from the underground channel that Cow travels through to the extraterritorial regions. There were two sections of the underground channel. One section was the road from Eighth Galaxy to the base, which was discovered by Prince Caley's guard by mistake. The other section was from the base to the extraterritorial regions. In order to store reserve materials, it was used once by the Silver Nine. The residents of the base and the materials in the distance were slowly transferred to Morning Star. Prince Caley's guard was completely destroyed by Jingheng. No one knew about the underground passage to the extraterritorial regions except their own people.