From scrap mecha to sci-fi heaven

The car quickly arrived at Old Zhang's scrap station.

Old Man Zhang obviously opened this scrap station mainly for entertainment. He would rarely take the initiative to solicit and receive customers. He would only leisurely reply to the previous sentence when others chose to ask for prices.

Lin Yu entered the scrapyard with ease.

"Huh? Aren't you at home?"

Somewhat unexpectedly, there was no one on the recliner where the old man often lay in the scrapyard.

"Do you have any acquaintances living here?"

Xue Siqiao carefully avoided all kinds of waste and debris, walked to Lin Yu, and looked at the mountains of waste equipment around him in surprise.

"Um."

Lin Yu nodded and his eyes fell on the house inside the scrap yard.

Walked over and knocked on the door.

After getting a little used to the dim light in the room, Lin Yu looked at the things displayed in the center and couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Lin Yu quickly spoke to comfort him.

After all, he is one of the few people he knows well. Old Man Zhang also taught him a lot during his last trip to Paradise Port, and he even brought mecha driving skills. He still has some feelings for him.

"Old man Zhang, what are you doing?"

He was answered by silence.

Lin Yu was deeply afraid that Old Man Zhang would just pass over him, so he quickly gave him a hand.

But after more than ten seconds of silence, the door slowly opened, revealing a haggard old face with red eyes and unkempt hair that shocked both Lin Yu and Xue Siqiao.

Taking up a full two-thirds of the room, 70% to 80% of it was damaged, and the broken parts were full of traces of melted mechanical head.

"This is……"

"I can't repair it well, I can't repair it well, I...I..."

Xue Siqiao was frightened because of Old Man Zhang's appearance.

Hearing the voice, Old Man Zhang really raised his head. The hands that were supported by Lin Yu grasped his arms tightly like eagle claws: "You came just in time, you came just in time..."

"What happened? Speak slowly. If I can help, I will definitely help. There's no rush."

"Boy Lin!"

Lin Yu was frightened because of Old Man Zhang's state.

At this moment, Old Man Zhang was completely different from the familiar look he had in the past. His eyes were red, he was crying, his voice was hoarse, and he was mumbling aimlessly. He looked like an aggrieved and helpless child.

The words 'I'll help you fix it' seemed to turn on some switch. Old man Zhang seemed to have regained consciousness. With great strength in his arms, he dragged Lin Yu towards the room.

That's half a mechanical head.

"Speak slowly. If you can't fix it, I'll help you fix it."

Old Man Zhang murmured as if he was in a daze. His fingers were thin and veined, and Lin Yu felt pain in his arm even as he grabbed at it.

Lin Yu said with relief.

"Dawn of the Oath!"

Xue Siqiao, who came in behind Lin Yu, also stared directly at the half mechanical head, his eyes blank and full of disbelief.

"you know?"

Lin Yu looked sideways.

"This is the Oath of Dawn! The Oath of Dawn! I've seen the video data, and it's exactly the same as this one!"

Xue Siqiao breathed rapidly and was almost speechless in shock: "How come it appears here? It's not... it's not..."

Hearing this, Lin Yu reacted immediately.

Last time, Zhao Xing said similar words to Old Man Zhang, and the Pilots Association recovered the wreckage of the Oath of Dawn.

This was probably sent to Old Man Zhang by the Pilots Association.

"Is this your previous body?"

Lin Yu looked at Old Man Zhang who was still holding on to him.

Although the old man was quite close to him during his last trip to Paradise Port, he seemed unwilling to recall the past, so he didn't actually bother to inquire about his past, and only heard a few words from Zhao Xing and the others.

"Impossible, the pilot of the Oath of Dawn is a woman..."

Xue Siqiao denied Lin Yu's guess, but then turned his gaze and looked at Old Man Zhang seriously, trying to identify the unkempt face with red eyes and tears.

Then, her body shook again.

"Last name is Zhang?"

Seeing this somewhat familiar look, and thinking of what Lin Yu had just called the old man in front of him, Xue Siqiao opened his mouth.

"Yes, it should be the one you are thinking of."

Lin Yu didn't know the details, but he still knew a few words.

The last time Zhao Xing came over, he wanted to ask Old Man Zhang to go back and reorganize the mecha team called Thunder Strike.

"Then...he...why is he here?"

Xue Siqiao felt that his brain was overloaded.

How could the legendary pilot, the core of Thunder Strike, appear in a small gathering place in the wasteland, and also know Lin Yu.

No, it's more than recognition.

Recalling Lin Yu's name just now, her face couldn't help but twitch.

"The main problem now is not this. First tell me about Thunder Strike and Dawn of the Oath."

Lin Yu looked at the old man Zhang who didn't know whether he was in a daze or had a stroke, and rubbed his brows with a headache.

"Thunder Strike is one of the strongest ace teams in the Pilot Association. The main force is the mecha Thunder Strike with the same name piloted by Mr. Zhang Wu. It defended the Seventh Starport Nine Heavens and Nine during Salman's invasion thirty years ago. That night, the entire army was wiped out."

Xue Siqiao glanced at Old Man Zhang in front of him, and his final words of 'the entire army was wiped out' were completely unfounded.

After all, this person is still standing in front of him alive.

"What about the Dawn of the Oath?"

Lin Yu asked again.

"She is my logistics maintenance mecha."

A hoarse, dry voice came out.

This time it was no longer Xue Siqiao, but the voice of Old Man Zhang.

"During the Salman invasion, I was surrounded and my body was hit hard. They rushed in one by one, and helped me to carry out continuous repairs under fire. They dismantled their own bodies to help me repair, one by one."

Gritting his teeth, the hoarse tone that seemed to be crying blood moved Lin Yu.

"So, you want to find a so-called perfect pilot?"

Lin Yu took a long breath.

"At that time, there were nano-repair robots and some replacement hardware on the Thunder Strike. If I can understand the structure of the body, I should be able to complete the temporary repair."

Old man Zhang's voice was low and painful, and he covered his head with both hands.

"What was the final result?"

Lin Yu asked.

"The result? Isn't it just like this? I won, I survived, and they all died."

Old man Zhang laughed at himself.

"They risked their lives, not just to let you live, continue to fight, and win?"

Lin Yu shook his head and said, "You didn't let them down at that time, but now you have let them down."

Old man Zhang was silent.

"I can't even get into the cockpit of the mecha now."

In the end, all emotions turned into loneliness and self-mockery.

"But at least you can survive first."

Lin Yu said: "You have already won that battle. Even if you no longer continue to drive the mecha, you have already fulfilled their expectations.

Now the only thing you have to do is to survive, whether it is to bring their share together, or to meet their hope of sacrificing their lives."