Chapter 27 Master Strategist

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I got my pose ready, and you show me this?

Are you freaking just posing to be a pretty target? You're really screwing me over in this team play!

Once again, I'm the only one left. Fat Brother felt particularly unlucky today; the last match ended with him alone, and he lost. Is this round going to be a repeat? At this distance, there's no way to guarantee a 100% hit on the opponent's Long Arrow I mecha with the howitzer in hand. Wait for them to get closer? That would mean dying faster. Hmm.

When the two Long Arrow I mechs so decisively blew up the white skeletal structure, they were stunned, quickly double-checking the system records. No mistake, it's the "Egg Lord." The system notified of the kill.

What's going on? Could it be that those two downed raiders were just big water losers? That was the only explanation.

With a deep breath of relief, both pilots of the Long Arrow mechs felt the pressure lift off their shoulders. Without the initial generation machine mentioned in the system prompt as the demon-like double killer, they could now play as they wished.

Fat Brother smoothly drew the howitzer again, skillfully playing a close combat mecha in a long-range style, which was quite something.

In his view, those two mechas were gradually approaching the optimal impact point. His palms began to sweat, for today's gaming thrill exceeded that of the past half-month. Brother was the backbone; brother was the backbone. If you stood next to Fat Brother, you'd clearly hear him muttering this phrase, like he's bewitched.

Closer, closer. Huh? Why are those two guys heading toward that raider? Wrong, they're heading for Mu Fan's first-generation machine.

"Brother, let's take down this first-generation machine."

"Yeah, speaking of which, I've never seen a first-generation machine in the PO Battle Net. Get close for a memento. Add as a friend, take a picture for me, and send it out later."

"No problem."

The two Long Arrow mechs had initially been moving towards Fat Brother's area, but now they cautiously walked towards Mu Fan's EH01, activating their active search radars to prevent a sudden attack from the remaining Green Side, which was Fat Brother.

Poor Mu Fan had already been teleported out of the battlefield after the explosion and was now back in the VIP room, staring at the real-time projection screen speechlessly.

"This raider is really in the way!"

"Yeah, this raider under the first-generation machine is truly annoying. It'll be inconvenient for the group photo later."

"Let's move this kneeling raider aside."

"Alright."

So the two Long Arrows each extended a metal arm to lift the downed raider and prepared to toss it aside.

Not far away, Fat Brother began optical targeting correction, but in his lens view, he saw the two mechs starting to move the raider.

Fat Brother started questioning if he was a real hidden expert, wondering if all the opponents he met before were just shills. Those two mechs were actually going to move the raider under which the Ant Soldier Anti-Material Land Mine was placed.

My god! If you ask for it, you'll get it.

"Beep beep!"

"What's this? Crap, it's a landmine, how insidious!"

"Boom," a blast of smoke rose fiercely, and the two self-destructing Long Arrows were blown away. Although these two were remote mechas, the mine's power was limited and hadn't completely destroyed them. The two mechs began to adjust their direction in midair.

Unluckily, though, they were flying toward Mu Fan's EH01.

The impact of over ten tons smashed into the standing white skeletal structure, knocking it over.

"Beep beep!"

"Boom!" This time, a red cloud rose, clearly indicating that the power cabin had been blown through.

Fat Brother didn't care for anything else; he immediately stood up, firing a rapid double shot with the howitzer, once again engulfing them in explosions.

Both Long Arrow I types were dead beyond dead.

"Lemon Balloon" achieved a double kill! The voice echoed throughout the arena.

The raider modified standing on a rock was stupefied; those star coins spent on the landmines were worth it. They'd have to buy them for future battles. Back in the VIP room, watching the real-time projection, Mu Fan's mouth was stuck in an open position. This was simply a miracle, divine skill!

This actually worked?! The same reaction arose in both of their hearts simultaneously.

Awesome... Mighty! Is this fulfilling me? Could it be that he deliberately baited with his life after seeing me place the mines? Master indeed, undefeatable, unparalleled.

Young Master Harry, in the cockpit, felt overflowing admiration for Mu Fan.

The Green Side achieved victory!

System calculating points...

MVP of this battle: Lemon Balloon.

Points awarded as follows:

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Then the scene disappeared, and the last remaining Fat Brother was also teleported out of the battlefield, appearing in the VIP room.

"I actually won. Brother won so cleanly and decisively," Fat Brother came out brimming with joy; life's ups and downs were indeed too exhilarating.

After indulging for a moment, he quickly turned to Mu Fan and asked, "Can you tell me how you got that first-generation machine? I just checked; it's not in the normal system-sold mechs!"

Mu Fan shrugged his shoulders, "I really don't know. It was the only option when I entered the battlefield."

Fat Brother scratched his chin, "It shouldn't be. Does this game have hidden mechs? If so, someone would have leaked it long ago."

After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, Fat Brother gave up once he saw Mu Fan's baffled expression. Then his interest picked up again, "How did you destroy those two raiders in the last battle? I checked your mech information, a civilian first-generation modified for military use; how could it compare with the standard military mechs, let alone be a generation behind?"

Mu Fan thought for a moment, finding it hard to explain. He couldn't mention Black's presence, so he shrugged again, "At the time, it felt like facing death in the wilderness. I didn't know what was happening, just wanting to survive, like fighting fierce beasts normally. Only this time, the opponent was human. Then, I won."

Fat Brother had a hard time accepting this answer, saying it was less reliable than a government broadcaster. Was he talking about a human fight? Operating a mech magnified dozens of times required how much control and speed on a first-gen control console! Stop kidding.

Yet, looking at Mu Fan, he clearly expressed on his face the meaning, "I owe you an explanation. Don't ask me."

Not satisfied, Fat Brother continued to ask, "Then why didn't you inform me about acting as a decoy later? I was about to give up."

Mu Fan recalled his scene of being blasted to death and felt a little ashamed, so he sincerely apologized, "I had issues this time, really sorry, almost messed you up."

Imposing Marks of Masters! Masterful demeanor! Humble and open-minded!

He's so modest with his own people! This show-off deserves full marks. The respect Mu Fan had in Young Master Harry's heart had risen to an esteemed level, raising two thumbs up in his mind.

"What a pity I didn't see your battle scenes. Do you have a first-person recording to show me?"

"Recording?" Mu Fan asked, clueless as a goose.

Fat Brother slapped his face,, giving up. This guy certainly hadn't recorded. Battle recordings require activation confirmation with the system before the battle.

Do all masters have such personalities? Young Master Harry, encountering a "master" for the first time, had been thoroughly led astray by Mu Fan, and unfortunately, no one could tell him that he was going astray.

Mu Fan looked at Fat Brother's "not meeting expectations" expression and felt a bit guilty thinking about standing there like a target in his first battle; luckily, Fat Brother's two mines proved mighty once again.

He pondered briefly, raised his hand to pat Fat Brother's shoulder, paused for a moment, and then stopped.

Fat Brother noticed his action, "What? Don't comfort me; I admit you were impressive in your first battle. But didn't you notice how extraordinary Fat Bro's mines were? Hey, shouldn't I consider the demolition route with mines, becoming a renowned expert throughout the universe, known as the Bomb Maniac—Lemon Balloon. Ahahaha, just imagining it is impressive!"

This time, Mu Fan got led astray by Fat Brother.

The chubby Young Master Harry laughed for a while, then collected himself seriously, "Mu Fan, come, let's go for a second round. After that, it should about time to take a break."

"Um, I'm really sorry. I feel like I need to familiarize myself more with mech operations," Mu Fan said cautiously this time. Black had clearly told him he wouldn't think about body-coordinated combat anytime soon, and this was just a one-time experience. Should he enter the battlefield again, staring blankly at a bunch of buttons and mechanical levers? If he really went, his teammates would curse him to death.

Thus, Mu Fan decided to express his thoughts, "I still need to improve my basic operations. I plan to return to the training camp for a few days to study the tutorial."

A moment of silence...

I surrender!

Fat Brother's mind was solely echoing these four words at the moment.

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