In the universe, humans are as insignificant as a grain of sand, no matter how important a person might be, they too can be forever left behind here when they lose consciousness and become unable to use their communicators.

Several hours later, when he woke up, Zhang Xiaobo cried out of fear, fuck, as a soldier he felt no shame in running away. After some time observing, he thought the battle seemed not so dangerous, and even considered taking a nap to fish in troubled waters, but who knew, with that nap, time fucking passed by 6 hours...

Now, he was completely abandoned here, left behind in the endless deep space of the universe.

What the fuck? Why did this happen, why was it only him who was left behind and not someone else? He was just a dead fish drifting with the current, a fat Zhang Xiaobo looked around, but didn't spot a single soul, not even a shadow.

A strong will to survive immediately made the fatso realize he couldn't just sit around waiting for death, no way, I can't die yet, I haven't enjoyed the joys of family life, with these thoughts Zhang Xiaobo immediately pressed the detection device, observing his drifting speed.

The computer display showed that Assembly 9th Generation was currently drifting in outer space at a speed of 2000 meters per second, which meant he wasn't too far away from the fleet, only a few million kilometers; with Assembly 9th Generation's propulsion system, it was very likely he could catch up.

But, while he was chasing, the fleet kept running in the opposite direction, and they had accelerated for a few hours; their speed would only get faster and faster, which meant even if he caught up with the fleet's current position, the fleet could have gone even farther away.

The fatso quickly opened the communication device, trying to contact a nearby fleet, go to hell, any country's fleet will do, come save me already...

However, a few seconds passed, and aside from a hissing sound, there was no other response from the communicator; the wireless device was actually experiencing bizarre interference.

Damn it! The fatso smacked the pilot console with his palm, setting off a series of alarms, originally coasting along with the spirit of 'let your buddy die before yourself', who knew that in the end, he played himself to death.

No, he couldn't die yet, the strong will to survive kept pushing the fatso's brain to work at breakneck speed, suddenly, he thought of a move, head towards the binary stars, after all, they were not very far from here, only less than an astronomical unit away, with the overall performance of Assembly 9th Generation, landing on the binary stars wasn't impossible.

Thinking back, when supporting Feng Yi and those few super warriors, the old bro had fought so many battles large and small to defend the motherland, and had been to the binary stars twice; of course, the distance was relatively close then, but now it was different, one astronomical unit is the straight-line distance from Earth to the Sun, about 150 million kilometers.

By using ion acceleration, aided by propulsion devices, as well as the Assembly 9th Generation's power buffer device and his own physical endurance, he might only need four days to reach the binary stars—mecha warfighters are different from shuttles, they have a clear advantage in short-term acceleration, but when it comes to ultra-long-distance movement, you still need super warrior equipment to achieve it.

After all, Assembly 9th Generation could only be considered a low-end version of the super warriors, not a true super warrior in every sense, its performance far surpasses that of ordinary mecha models, thankfully the old bro was aboard Assembly 9th Generation, otherwise he might indeed be completely doomed, now, he could only hope that he could endure these brief four days.

With that in mind, the fatso didn't hesitate and immediately gave up on the fleet, turning towards the binary stars.

It was partly a gamble, but he had to do it, if he turned back to chase the fleet now, the odds of catching them were low, and his body might not be able to withstand the round trip.

Whereas getting back to the binary stars at least held a chance of life, though this hope wasn't great either, after all, he was confused and didn't understand much about that bizarre thing, but, just fuck it, there's no turning back for an arrow once it's been shot, the fatso decided to take the risk.

Boom!

Assembly 9th Generation's body trembled, the tail fins bursting with light, and in a few breaths, its speeding figure had already soared to 10 Mach, turning into an afterimage... followed by a wake of cascading pale blue halos, extremely eye-catching, as plasma waves surged through the void of space.

Day one, with no food to replenish him, the fatso struggled through the hunger.

The next day, still no water. He watched the twin stars hang in the void like twinkling points of light, but no matter how much he moved, the distance between him and the lights seemed unchanging, as if there was no change at all. Feng Yi knew it wasn't that there were no changes, but the distance between them was too vast. His moving speed could only get faster and faster.

On the third day, unbeknownst to him, a centimeter-long beard had grown on his face. It's very easy for a person to grow a beard when worn down and exhausted, and Feng Yi was no exception. However, he seemed completely oblivious, staring at the twin stars from morning to evening...

By the fourth day, Feng Yi continued to space out, but what was different was that he had fallen into deep despair. The fuel was almost out, and the speed of the Assembly 9th Generation hadn't reached its peak yet. Based on the current pace, it was feared that reaching the twin stars would be delayed by 2 to 3 days, which was incredibly desperate for a soldier without water or food.

He was so thirsty, longing for a drink, even if it was... Feng Yi couldn't help but unzip his pants, eyes fixated on it for a while, as if there were some profound philosophical problems inside his pocket. But soon he quietly zipped up again.

Hmm, he thought he could endure a bit longer. No matter what, he had to hold back, suppress his appetite and lower body functions. Such matters should be done while fresh; as time passes, they'd spoil and cause food poisoning.

Feng Yi, while holding his last stand, unblinkingly stared at the distant light points on the imaging instrument. Perhaps, he would die here, becoming an eternal historical relic orbiting the twin stars that no one would remember.

One day, if some sub-civilization was born or discovered by humans, he would be taken for research and analysis. With this thought in mind, Feng Yi discreetly took out a notebook from inside the Mecha, along with a pen, and scrawled a few skewed characters: "Fuck you all!!!"

Hmm, that's good enough. Satisfied, he nodded, and licked his dry lips. Feng Yi had already thought through his legacy.

Sizzle sizzle...

Just then, a signal suddenly appeared on the communication channel. Startled from his daze, Feng Yi quickly picked up the communicator and started calling like a machine gun, but the signal didn't change anything else.

The interference from the Bizarre magnetic field was quite close now, possibly affecting it. Thinking of this, Feng Yi pressed the scan button again, looking left and right, trying to spot everything within his vicinity. Suddenly, a medium-sized shuttle appeared on the 360-degree panoramic star instrument display.

The shuttle wasn't too far from his position, about 170,000 kilometers away.

Upon seeing this, Feng Yi didn't hesitate to maneuver the Mecha and floored the accelerator, heading straight toward the shuttle while opening the communicator for contact.

However, within the influence of the Bizarre magnetic field of the twin stars which was very strong, it wasn't until he was less than a hundred kilometers away that Feng Yi managed to make contact with someone on that shuttle.

Blade Warrior looked at Feng Yi with unexpected amusement. Wasn't this the loafing guy mixed within the Normandy fleet before? Kexiao and Sky Shadow were rendered speechless as well. Once upon a time, they had battles between them, and with Sky Shadow, it was cooperative combat amongst comrades.

"Big sis, save me! Aaaahhh..."

Blade Warrior's face twitched involuntarily. Was she that old to be called big sis by this white pig? At that moment, with a smile blooming like Ru Hua and her voice gentle and cultured, Blade Warrior spoke with clarity, "If you want to live, then shut your filthy mouth right now."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... Whatever big sis says." Feng Yi nodded frantically, saying 'yes' countless times, and that only served to further irritate Blade Warrior.

In less than half an hour, the dusty and exhausted Feng Yi finally boarded the shuttle through the launch channel. His body, flabby like it was paralyzed, nearly rolled his way to everyone's side, "Water, water, I want to drink water, and cola..."

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