Mecha Soldier's Notes

() One month after the start of the God of the North offensive, the regular troops of the Confederate Army were virtually wiped out under the fierce offensive of the Treaty Army. In addition, the loss of a large number of strategic points further weakened the Confederate Army's room for movement, so large-scale positions The war has basically died down at the beginning of 084 in the Gregorian calendar.

Instead, the local guerrilla-like organization "Jager Corps" quickly became active, and carried out piecemeal "targeted eradication" of the treaty army's garrison units, which caused great trouble to the treaty army, quite like the South Asian guerrillas back then. Yin dies the style of an empire.

But it's just kind of like it.

After all, the Treaty Army is the only two fully mechanized legions in the world. Both the weapons and the quality of personnel are far from comparable to those of the old days. The traditional guerrilla warfare is very difficult. Every attack has to pay almost the same amount as the number of enemies wiped out. The price is huge, and what's more terrible is that guerrillas do not belong to the regular army and naturally do not belong to the protection scope of the "Geneva Convention".

I regretted it at the time, because it was really taking my life to make money.

Hubbert and his party led a dozen people and dragged me to a safe place. There were three civilian sledges parked there, equipped with old-fashioned 82mm recoilless guns and 12.7mm heavy machine guns. A common modification method used by regular armed forces to make up for the lack of armored vehicles.

I thought that this group of people would definitely turn over the car in a smart way, step on the accelerator, and drive away in the snow field, throwing down the snow dust with gasoline smell, and staring helplessly at the enemy .

But they formed a circle around the car to maintain vigilance, as if they had no intention of leaving, what kind of drama is this?

"Sir, what are we waiting for, it will be bad if the mechs come after us."

I reminded with some anxiety that I don't think these fake armored vehicles can overturn land combat mechs.

"I know, I know," Hubbert looked a little irritable, his face wrinkled into a ball, "wait another 5 minutes, wait another 5 minutes."

"But what are you waiting for..."

"You'll know when you see it."

In fact, in less than 3 minutes, my question was answered.

About four or five fully armed young people ran towards this side. The people on the edge of the Arctic Circle were already bloated, and with a rifle in their hands and light rocket launcher components on their backs, they were quite a physique. Not bad, it still looks very hard.

But what is a little eye-catching is that each of them carried three huge linen woven bags in groups of two, which seemed to contain piles of very heavy things, and bright red liquid was continuously dripping from the woven bags, It flowed all the way along the track they ran, looking very eye-catching.

I had a very ominous feeling in my heart at that time. I would not be so idiot as to think that it contained prop paint.

"How's it going, Mikel?"

Hubbert asked with a sullen face.

"Half of the people are dead, and only two rockets were taken out."

The young man in the lead wiped his sweat and said out of breath.

In an instant, I understood what was in the bag-it was a human body torn to pieces by armored machine guns and grenades!

But the reaction of these people was far less than I imagined, and it can even be said that there was no reaction at all. At most, they just glanced at those woven bags gloomily, and didn't even say a word of sadness or anger, as if seeing A piece of meat in the sense of the original teachings.

"By the way, the target..."

The young man suddenly changed his face as if remembering something

"Well, it came out."

Hubbert rolled his eyes at me, and the young man immediately showed an expression of surprise, as if his entire face lit up, just like... just like the big boss in the movie who is pushing the house to demolish the house and press the bomb , the onlookers suddenly saw the appearance of Batman or Superman coming, which made me a little uncomfortable.

"Bessa; Mikel, platoon leader, [-]rd Assault Platoon."

The young man extended his hand to me enthusiastically, and I quickly rubbed my palms together to hold it.

"that……"

"Okay, let's meet each other for a while," Hubbert interrupted our meeting, "Go back to the base first."

The location of the base of the Vyborg Jaegers is an ironic and tangled place. The sleigh drove for three hours before it stopped. Before I could relax my stiff buttocks, I was immediately sent to the most primitive means of transportation—— — mules and horses, it was another three-hour long journey, and after lunch was settled at the military station along the way, they changed into sleds, slid down a slope close to a [-]-degree angle, and then walked along a slightly deep and shallow section. Climb up the gentle slope. I am a southerner. I have never played this game. I almost rolled down the slope a few times. It was only Mikel and Huber who supported me on the left and right to protect me. able to act.

After tossing and tossing for nearly three hours, it was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that we arrived at the outskirts of the base. It was a hillside about 90 meters high. Looking around, there were layers of pure white snow extending towards the horizon. Under the shining of the setting sun, it was dyed with a layer of beautiful golden light, making it almost impossible to look away.

Just below the hillside is a village with a population of more than 500 households. People in simple clothes work in an orderly manner in a way that has lasted for a hundred years, and occasionally it has the style of a northern village.

But that's just the appearance.

"Optical camouflage?"

I noticed the unnatural distortion of the light shining on some houses, and immediately realized that there was something tricky about these building shells.

"You have good eyesight, you deserve to be a mech soldier."

Herbert's eyes showed admiration, and he waved for everyone to go down, and asked Mikel to look at me a little bit, saying that the seemingly flat snow outside the village actually buried an unknown number of remote sensing automatic guns and landmines. There are only two options of honeycomb and minced meat.

Say hello to the sentinel at the entrance of the village, and a group of people walked straight into the village. The sentry separated three people and assisted them in burying the war dead without expression. Hubbert took me to an inconspicuous cabin in the middle of the village. forward.

"Okay, our team leader will go in by himself."

Hubbert reminded him and left to do other things.

I tidied up the messy clothes I made during the long trek, bent down carefully and fumbled, and quickly tore off a piece of fabric about the thickness of a blanket from the outer wall of the "wooden house", with a row of wires attached to it, revealing the hidden The steel plate below.

Sure enough, it is optical camouflage.

This is the first visual stealth device developed in the new century. It can change its color and shape by inputting a 3D model through a computer, forming a cover that covers important targets.Although it was a very advanced technology at that time, it also had the defects of troublesome laying and poor image quality, especially the latter was simply fatal for this type of equipment, so it was replaced by optical projectors in a short time .

After spending a while, I finally reached the doorknob hidden in the corner, and knocked hard on the thick iron door, for fear that the people inside would not hear me.

"Come in, you don't need to pretend to be a civilized person if you are poor."

There was a muffled sound from inside, and I had to twist the doorknob awkwardly and walk in.

There is sufficient heating in the room, which makes people feel like a cave, and the warmth is so comfortable that people can't help but want to doze off.

Then I saw probably the most vicious person I've ever seen in my life: scarred face, triangular eyes, red eyes, big bald head and muscles like hills, it can be called a collection of all villain elements.The man was lying on a marching table like a giant bear, chewing a plate of roasted pork leg with murderous intent. I suddenly felt that he was going to pull out a big pistol and pointed at me fiercely and asked, "Where is the goods?" Is there any?"

Thankfully, it turns out I was overthinking it.

"Welcome, sit down."

The villain pointed to the chair opposite him and motioned for me to sit down, then opened a bottle of rum and pushed it over.

"Come on."

Although it seemed to taste good, I felt that it would be shameful to drink it at the door, so I tactfully refused.

"No, I don't like alcohol very much."

"Drink a little, it's the last drink anyway."

The rebel said something in a low voice, poured me a cup and pushed it over.I was so scared that I was sweating white hair, because it was so like drinking guillotine.

"I just issued a prohibition on alcohol recently. Members of the Jaeger Corps who dare to steal a drop of alcoholic beverages are all shot to death. Although you are a foreign mercenary, there is no exception."

Brother, you should say it earlier, you want to scare your father to death.

So I breathed a sigh of relief, and used a knife and fork to cut off a large piece of roasted, golden and crispy pork leg and stuffed it into my mouth. My mouth was full of oil, so I brought some vegetable salad over.

"Did you let go so soon? Should it be said that it is a straightforward character or the bearing of a mecha soldier?"

The villains looked at me deeply like depression.

"I just heard the news about you from the military depot. One-on-one singled out two land combat mechs that three or four of our anti-tank teams dared not move. He is quite cowardly. He is indeed a genius in the teaching group. Armored soldiers."

The last sentence almost choked me to death, genius mech soldier, what is the most worthless title in YY novels?

"Wait, are you..."

"I heard people from the intermediary company say that they shot down several mechas for the first time on the battlefield, and their grades were top-notch in both theory and cao. Although they did not have formal mecha soldier qualifications, I believed that your potential."

Beads of sweat protruded from my forehead, and I immediately understood that Asimov must have played a shoddy trick, packaging my parallel imports and throwing them as genuine products to these guerrillas. Yes, Nainai's, if he goes back alive, he must be hacked to death.

But the problem is that the leader of the villain is sitting in front of me and looking at me gloomyly, and there are hundreds of heavily armed men outside the door. If he tells the truth, he will probably die in an ugly way.

But at this moment, a bold idea popped up in my mind.

"Excuse me about the salary...is it still counting?"

"Well, everything is according to the contract. The monthly salary is [-] horses, the reward for destroying a land combat mecha is [-] horses, the aviation mecha is [-] horses, and the damage is [-] horses. Compared with In terms of the monthly salary of non-commissioned officers, this amount should not be bad."

I'm a little unhappy. Football teams generally have a thousand marathas for a goal, but I only get one thousand if I play with my life. Is there a mistake? !

"As you can see, the position of our Jaegering Corps is very poor, and there are almost no large sources of income. In addition, every attack is a huge loss, so... please forgive me."

The villain said in a low voice, I almost wanted to nod, but it suddenly occurred to me that this guy has been talking and I've been listening since just now. I don't like this passive situation very much, so I think it is necessary to use A little information and a little counterattack.

"If I remember correctly...the 'that' aspect should have given a lot of dry goods."

The villain's eyes lit up slightly, and I immediately realized that there was a door.

"Oh, well-informed, Sergeant."

I laughed and didn't speak. In fact, I also deduced the conclusion based on the experience of being almost killed by two [Garand] of unknown origin, that's all.

"It's true that the alliance has provided assistance, but unfortunately, the supplies are given priority to the regular army. It would be nice if our second-line troops can drink soup." The villain seemed to think for a while, "Okay, if you kill one, add two hundred more." Mara, damage increased by [-] Mara, this number cannot be more.”

I am very satisfied that I can get nearly [-]% more, and I have a smile on my face, saying that there is no problem.

"By the way, don't use your original name, it will be very troublesome, think of an alias yourself."

Before leaving, the villain added a sentence.

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Laolang, the name is too long and you probably won't be able to remember it."