Everyone prepared to set out and rescue the Space Wolves and Raven Guard trapped within the encirclement. According to Shadowsun's assessment, they should have been inside the secret research facility beneath Tu-Xiaowake.
She had a deep impression of those excavated walls.
Shadowsun's XV22 battlesuit could fly. Its speed was decent, barely enough to keep up with the combat bikes.
But the combat bikes had clearly never been designed to carry passengers. No matter how Lin Fan looked, he could not find anywhere to sit.
In the end, Lin Fan considered having Shadowsun carry him while flying, but the moment Kor'sarro heard that, he thought, how could such a glorious moment be handed over to someone else?
Kor'sarro snapped off the honor-banner pole mounted on his backpack. Being able to bear the descendant of the Great Khan upon his body was already unparalleled glory.
He had no need for this rack adorned with enemy skulls to prove anything. From this day onward, the damage to his power pack would remind him again and again that he had been fortunate enough to serve the honored one.
He dropped to one knee before Lin Fan and called out, "Uncle, you can ride on my shoulders. According to the Quanzhou Grand Library, in ancient Terra, our ancestors would place those they loved and respected deeply upon their shoulders."
The stranger Lin Fan found it, the more it sounded like some garbled version of playing horsey. Wasn't it supposed to be sons riding on their fathers' shoulders?
But Kor'sarro's eyes were full of respect, without the slightest hint that he wanted to be Lin Fan's father. Lin Fan could only sigh, sit his backside on the power pack behind him, and swing his legs down past Kor'sarro's head.
"Damn... this is way too embarrassing... Is