133: Our commander is in heaven.

Li Qinglong died a miserable death, gnawed down to bones by the rabbits.

Li Qinglong, a scumbag who had run rampant in Z City for many years, causing countless women sleepless nights, countless men to hate him to the bone, and countless children to tremble in fear at his name, was eaten by rabbits.

Pan Han let out a long sigh of relief; the strongest opponent since the apocalypse had been completely dealt with.

About ten minutes later, the Mountain Top Rabbit returned, its mouth covered in fresh blood, to report.

Everyone cheered again, the Dawn Army's morale was greatly boosted, and they were united as never before!

Afterward, everyone buried their comrades.

Pan Han led the way in laying flowers and bowing, and twenty honor guards fired a salute.

The entire ceremony was completed smoothly, and everyone returned to the intense production and construction work.

Pan Han called the principal officers of each department to the meeting hall.

"Things have reached a temporary conclusion, and everyone needs to redouble their efforts. Now, we need to dispatch three teams," Pan Han said without wasting words, quickly arranging the next steps.

"The first team, led by Old Four, will immediately depart for the Z Tower base to scout the situation and report at any time; the second team, led by Second Sister and Old Wu, will organize personnel to occupy the oil field island, and you must hold it for me; the third team, Cheng Xiao, you will personally lead the team to continue searching for gold, and this time it would be best if you could find a gold mine." Pan Han instantly issued three deployment orders. The three, upon hearing, immediately accepted the orders without a word and prepared to depart.

"Battalion Commander Qin, I will be leaving for a while. While I'm away, you will be fully responsible for repairing the base and recruiting soldiers. I won't interfere with the specifics, but you must complete the repairs in the shortest possible time. Recruit as many people as you can."

"Yes, Commander!"

Pan Han checked the time; he had been here for over two days since he transmigrated, it was time to go back. His uncle's food processing factory was still waiting for his order there.

Then he also had to return the car to Wang Doudou and check on the film company.

What else was there? Pan Han patted his head, unable to recall anything else.

Never mind, he would just clearly explain things at Dawn Base and then quickly transmigrate back.

Pan Han saw everyone off and came before the mecha. Mr. Mo had already bound it for him, so he could use it directly now.

"Hello, Old Eight," Pan Han named the mecha's artificial intelligence Old Eight, signifying it was the eighth member of the Dawn Squad.

"Hello, Master," the mecha instantly awakened.

"I want to enter the mecha," Pan Han couldn't wait to try it; this thing was too cool, what man could refuse?

"Okay, I have opened it for you," the mecha's body split open, forming a large opening just big enough for an adult to fit inside.

Pan Han took a deep breath and stepped in, a laser scanning him from head to toe.

"Monitoring Master's entry, mecha closing," Old Eight's voice, like Uncle Cheng's, stated.

Clunk, clunk, the mecha had completely closed.

Pan Han stood inside, breathing very smoothly, without any discomfort. In front of him was a screen displaying various data.

He was a little excited, so he took two steps forward, as smoothly as walking normally, without any need to adapt.

He then raised his hand, shook it left and right, clenched and opened his fist, still as smooth as if he wasn't wearing the mecha at all.

"What a magical feeling! It's like not wearing clothes, but also wearing everything," Pan Han couldn't help but exclaim.

"The mecha is neurologically linked with the Master, allowing for complete control and instantaneous command execution," Old Eight explained.

Pan Han quickly ran out of the hall and into the backyard, running a few laps around it.

So light and agile, the assistance was just right, neither tiring the Master nor making him feel forced.

"Master, although you are wearing the mecha, your running speed still depends on the speed of your leg movements. The mecha will not carry you; it will only provide assistance based on your physical limits."

"Okay, Old Eight." Pan Han thought, it seems the stronger the Master, the higher the mecha's potential.

"Take me flying," Pan Han was already impatient to go to the sky.

"Master only needs to think about it with intention, and I will read the flight commands from your thoughts and make automatic adjustments," Old Eight patiently instructed.

"Old Eight, you're amazing!" Pan Han couldn't help but praise Old Eight.

"Thank you for the Master's praise! I will strive to become a formidable force, a flying dragon!" Old Eight's tone suddenly became deep and incredibly firm.

"Uh, alright. You can figure that out yourself. Let's go, fly!" Pan Han didn't care if Old Eight was trying to be cute anymore and just took off.

Sure enough, as soon as he had the thought, the mecha's back engines activated, and several blue flames rose steadily.

Boom! The mecha Pan Han shot straight into the clouds!

"Roar! This is so exciting!" Pan Han looked at the screen; he could see the ground scene without looking down, as well as various data like height and speed.

"Brother, look, our Commander is flying," Old Six said, puffing on a cigar and patting Qin Zhong's back.

"Hmm, this time our Commander is truly awesome. Old Six, let's work hard and strive to have the Commander equip us with mechas too!" Qin Zhong stared at the mecha Pan Han, a strange liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Pan Han lost control of himself once he flew into the sky. He rolled, then rapidly ascended, then suddenly dove.

As long as it was within his body's tolerance, he tried every posture and position.

"Wow! Master, is this your first time wearing a mecha?" Old Eight suddenly switched to a loli voice, asking Pan Han in a high-pitched tone.

"Yes! What's wrong?" Pan Han was caught off guard by the loli voice and hadn't quite reacted, but it sounded rather pleasant, *ying ying ying*.

"You're so amazing for your first time! Master is so great!" Old Eight continued to flatter.

"Who taught you all this, what kind of nonsense is this?" Pan Han was quite excited by Old Eight, *hehehe*.

"Master, I can simulate any personality and role. Whatever you like, I can become!" Old Eight explained.

"I want to try firing a few shots." Pan Han suddenly raised his hand, wanting to see if there was a palm cannon.

"Let me introduce, Master, this mecha has shoulder-mounted rockets, a back-mounted machine gun, arm-mounted miniature laser cannons, leg-embedded pistols, and eye-mounted blinding laser beams. Which weapon would you like to use?" Old Eight switched to an older sister voice.

"Let's try them all!" Adults don't choose; they want everything!

"Master, please be reminded that rockets, machine guns, and pistols need to be replenished after use. Other energy weapons are powered by this mecha. The shoulder-mounted rockets are custom-made and difficult to replenish. It is recommended to try energy weapons first," Old Eight patiently explained.

"Good! Let's go."

Just then, a few mutated sparrows, nearly a meter long, flew across the sky. They seemed to have noticed Pan Han, sensed something was wrong, and prepared to turn and flee.

Unfortunately, half a second later, they became souls under the arm-mounted laser cannon.

Each one was directly burned through, without even a chance to cry out.

Soon after, a large tree not far from the base was blasted into three sections by the laser cannon.

Immediately following that, a giant rock was pulverized by the laser cannon.

"Old Eight, this laser cannon is too powerful. Its power can be adjusted at will," Pan Han laughed heartily in the air.

"Master, please feel free to use it. This mecha has a miniature reactor inside, enough for fifteen years of use. However, after firing, it requires recharging and cooling time," the older sister-like Old Eight explained.

Pan Han looked at the screen, and sure enough, there was a prompt. For the sparrow-level targets, it could fire 500 times continuously without cooling time. For tree-level targets, it could fire 30 times with a 1-second cooling time. For giant rock-level targets, it could only fire 5 times with a 10-second cooling time. After any level of firing, it required 10 minutes for recharging and cooling.

"This thing is too good to use!" Pan Han shouted.

"Master, I have many more useful features; please develop them vigorously!"