"Engineering troops!"
Large units equipped with Prosthetic Bodies not only needed ordinary medics, but also specialized "Prosthetic Body doctors" responsible for repairing damaged parts.
Compared to ordinary combatants, these people could be considered technical troops. Repairing a small engine posed no difficulty for them.
"It's just that the machinery is somewhat overloaded. It shouldn't be. This model of portable engine is very durable. If it's powering such a small boat, then how—
"Hmph, I remember he pursued some campus 'belle' at Yanhuang University the year before last, and even got her pregnant. He's a bad person. So what if he's talented? He's just a bastard!" Withering Snow said unhappily.
Shangguan Lei withdrew his hand. Only after hearing the black-robed Daoist's voice did he notice He Qing standing outside the door.
He told Jing Moxuan everything about the situation, staying here with Han Shuier until Jing Moxuan arrived.
Not just Beimang—none of the others were doing much better. Their home ground had always been on the mainland, so they had only heard of pirate crews at sea and had never seen one in person.
Just as Qian Mo's spear was about to pierce Jiu Huang's brow, a figure suddenly swept over, swinging the broadsword in his hand at Qian Mo's spear.
When Wulei's radiance was at its peak, two incomparably towering walls of compressed air suddenly rose out of nowhere in the sea east of the White Ship, right before its bow.
Although the old man's smile had not faded, it was no longer as carefree as before, but heavy.
"Don't let them get away!" Hundred Ghosts snarled, the saber in his flame-wreathed hand scraping sparks across the ground.
Battle flags bearing the characters "Zhu" and "Lu" fluttered in the wind. The dull friction of armor plates as the soldiers marched