Mecha Soldier's Notes

() By the time I ran there with all my strength, the short battle was over.

The bombed cab of the transport vehicle is still emitting residual smoke, and the cockpit of the work mech destroyed by the energy-concentrating warhead is still emitting flickering sparks. There is also a heavy smell of gunpowder in the breath.

All twelve were lying here, not one less.

"puff"

My joints seemed to lose all strength, and I sank into the snow.This is not the first time I have failed in the military. In fact, I have been defeated by many people because of my personality flaws, such as the Slavic army, as well as Captain Korninov and "Blue Blade" Orlov Major.I can afford to lose all of these, and I am convinced to lose, but I can't tolerate my mistakes and let others pay for them.

For example, this time, because of my mistakes, more than a dozen soldiers who were most loyal to the Republic were killed.

The pain, as if I had murdered them, was so unspeakable that I thought I was going mad.

"Cough...cough..."

A faint cough sounded in the small battlefield, and my first reaction was to open my eyes, there are still people alive.

I got up in a panic, pawing the snow almost like a dog, fell countless times, and finally rolled and crawled to the side of that person.It was a man who had been shot three times in the abdomen and once in the face. His face was gray and blood red. I tried to look for a long time before I recognized it was Second Lieutenant Du Bei who I had chatted with for a while.

"Hello, lieutenant, how are you?"

I asked anxiously, patting his face.

"Crap... If someone is shot... three or four times by a rifle, will it still be okay?" Du Bei's breath was weak, as if it would stop at any time, "Damn it, I didn't expect the dog to move so much now. Hurry up, you are still being chased after all the preparations, it's powerful enough, ahem."

Du Bei spit out a large amount of plasma as if he was pulled on a wound. He was obviously seriously injured, and his internal organs might have been shattered a lot by the bullet.

I was too ashamed to tell him the truth, I really wanted to shoot myself.

"Shut up, I'll stop the bleeding for you!"

I quickly rummaged through the pockets of my coat to find the solid hemostatic glue that I carried with me, but Du Bei's big hand firmly grasped my wrist. I never thought that a person who was seriously injured and lost a lot of blood would have such strength.

"Don't... leave me alone, take... the goods... must... must be taken back, I messed up the matter the first time I worked, I am sorry for the country's trust, and I am sorry for the old cat and you, So... you must help me get it back, or I will die unwillingly!"

While talking intermittently, he pulled out an old-fashioned pistol that he carried with him and insisted on stuffing it into my hand.

I feel like my heart is bleeding.

Brother, I'm the one who is fucking sorry for you!

I randomly squeezed out hemostatic glue and applied some on his wound, then I started to search for useful supplies, and soon I successfully found two intact primary anti-armor rocket launchers. I have used these things many times, no There are barriers to use, but the biggest problem is that there is no means of transportation. No matter how good my feet are, I can't run a snowmobile.

At this time, I stared at the two operational mechs. After careful inspection, I found that the cockpit of one of them was completely burnt and unusable, but the other one was only the pilot and Half of the seat was burned away by metal flow, but the equipment is still usable!

This was an unexpected surprise. After dragging half of my body out, I jumped directly into the cockpit full of burnt human flesh, and even some shredded meat, and restarted this big guy that hadn't turned off. What I believe is that I have no psychological pressure during the whole process, just like sitting in after cleaning.

Perhaps filled with strong thoughts of revenge, but more likely as a war machine, I have already "qualified".

The diesel engine roared again, and as the body vibrated, the battle desire for iron and blood covered every part of the body, forming an indestructible armor.I pushed down the heavy pole hard, and let the body drag the strangely long mechanical arm to run wildly on the snow.

The operational mecha itself is not a combat tool, but a substitute for simple manual operations. Compared with the military mecha, its performance has been weakened to the extreme. For example, the maximum speed is only more than 40 kilometers per hour, which is not much faster than a bicycle. , it can't be compared with the military mecha that can run at a speed of [-] to [-] kilometers at every turn. In addition, the action procedure is also very rough, and only a few simple actions can be made.

But enough is enough.

As long as I sit on the mecha, I can be invincible!

Like an oversized orangutan, the operation mecha runs clumsily in the snowy forest. Wherever it goes, it is covered with snow and fog. The most terrible thing is that the operation mech does not use a TV camera, but covers the front of the cockpit The most primitive blister-type glass is used as the observation channel, and now this thing has not penetrated, and the original poor vision has become even worse.

"Boom"

After hitting the tree trunk for the third time and being ejected, I had to tighten the seat belt a bit to suck myself firmly into the bloody seat to avoid being thrown out.

At this time, I don't care about nausea or nausea, I just want to catch those bastards and kill them one by one!

"whoosh"

Suddenly, a shiny rocket shot out from the depths of the dense forest, followed by another one, all targeting the cockpit of the aircraft.

The method is ruthless enough, but the accuracy is a little off.

"Ow!"

I roared frantically, and pushed the joysticks on both sides to the bottom at the same time. The upper body of the machine clumsily responded to my command, and the whole waist was pressed down, turning into a toad-like landing on all fours, and the two mechanical arms smashed Sparks were constantly knocked against the ground, and the two high-trajectory rockets both missed by a large deviation, and exploded on the tree trunks on both sides one after the other.

Rush!

I suppressed the body and continued to maintain this weird posture, whistling and racing down a slope in a straight line. Under my full horsepower and full speed sprint, unlucky trees were constantly knocked into the sky by my roots.

After breaking through an obstructing coniferous forest almost frantically, my field of vision suddenly became wider, and I also successfully saw those motorcycle riders who were driving fast.

"Fuck you!"

The anger and resentment all summed up in one sentence, and then I went crazy.

Rush!

I drove the operation mecha down the [-]-degree steep slope. When the armed personnel saw an operation mech that was covered in snow and branches and rushed out like a king kong, the panic on their faces even went away. You can see it with the mask on.

"Long"

The body fell heavily, and of course the civilian body does not have any enhanced shock-absorbing equipment. This guy almost pierced my skull and internal organs, but the excitement of catching the target overwhelmed everything, and I drove the body to start chasing.

It should be said that the tactical quality of these militants is not low. Immediately assign a man with a rocket launcher to outflank my car and try to attack from the side and rear. This is a very simple and effective method, but it is also It was a very dangerous tactic, because the reaction speed of the mechs was extraordinary, coupled with the heavy artillery in hand, if the simple motorized infantry maneuvered directly on the flat ground, they might be killed by the artillery fire in an instant.

However, this argument is limited to military mechs.

I have no gun or cannon in my hand, so I can only use the body to intercept it, but after pulling it, I realize that the maneuverability of this thing is unbearably sluggish, it's just a sideways movement at a slightly faster speed, and the simple walking program can't control the stout As a result, the two legs were entangled like dancing ballet, and they were about to fall!

I was suddenly angry, and it was like a fire, I don't know what kind of bad luck I have today, all ghosts and snakes have come to oppose me!

"Fuck you!"

I pulled the joystick more vigorously, and at the same time pressed the pedal to the bottom with one foot.

So, the operation mecha with one leg tied jumped up in a golden rooster du li posture, jumped ten meters away in one go, and then a mecha version of Tarzan smashed towards the completely stunned outflanking team.

Although the performance of the operational mecha is rubbish, there is one indicator that it is the closest to a military mecha, that is, its weight is more than ten tons!

Hearing a sound of "cracking, cracking, crackling" like a crushed reptile, I drove the tumbling mech to stabilize its posture, and killed it again. They moved in all directions, trying to use their speed advantage to create distance, even so, these guys' shots were still accurate, and the bullets always greeted the cockpit.

I feel that the body has been pierced in several places, but my whole body is driven by extreme emotions, and I will continue to rush forward as long as the machine does not stop.

Damn, watch if I don't kill you all!

I unfolded the overly slender mechanical arm, and at the top of the mechanical arm is a huge operating robot arm. Now, I wield this tool that was originally used to snatch goods as a murder weapon. The motorcycle, together with the two people on it, was hammered into a pile of mud!

The other mechanical arm also unfolded at the same time, hoisting up the nearest snowmobile. Although they were not far from death, those guys did not lose their courage, hanging in the air and still looking for opportunities to shoot at the machine.

This aroused my anger even more.

I closed the operation switch, and the mechanical arm closed like a guillotine, shredding all the people and machinery inside, and then threw it towards the front snowmobile.

"Boom!"

The two motorcycles collided and rolled and exploded on the snow field, but I didn't stop because I thought I had caught a knack for venting my anger easily.

"Come on, come on, aren't you guys good at fighting?!"

Grab, throw; grab again, throw again...

This barren mountain and wild ridge seems to have suddenly started a cruel marble game. One by one "marbles" are caught and thrown out, and another "marbles" are hit, exploded, or smashed into a pile Scrap iron.

"Come on, I'm right here, shoot me if you can!"

The smell of blood filled the cockpit, and I felt the taste of blood spurting from my throat.

Two snowmobiles suddenly turned around and rushed towards me desperately. The driver stared at me almost madly, as if he wanted to use kinetic energy and two tanks of fuel to fight me to the death. It should be said that he was very courageous, but this is more aroused my anger.

I passed the front of the car first, and then used the mechanical arm to buckle the middle of the motorcycle, which was like buckling the acupuncture points of the machine, and the huge power could not be used.

"Ahhhh!!!"

I roared and threw them out together, and the weapons rolled and blasted the other three snowmobiles into scrap iron.

"Tch, there are two more..."

I murmured, retracting the mechanical arm and preparing to go up and kill them all, but a mysterious feeling stopped me.

The meaning of the feeling is - there are still people!