Mecha Soldier's Notes

() After a fiasco, entering a crowded public place is often the most difficult time for the loser, because every word, every conversation, and every look of the people around them will be considered as a comment on themselves.

And basically they are the negative comments that you least want to hear.

I am no exception.

Before entering the canteen that was built on the hillside and converted from a large agricultural warehouse, I took two deep breaths, filled my lungs with the chilly air, and padded my not-so-thick chest up a little. It is accurate to use the bayonet to blow up the bunker, lift the rails and swing the blade to chop the horse's leg.

For nainai, laugh as much as you like, and scold as much as you like, I'm screwed today!

I mustered up my momentum and pushed open the big iron door similar to the gas chambers of a concentration camp, ready to receive all kinds of sharp, indifferent and hateful gazes, all kinds of angry, mocking, ridiculing and scolding, and even the VIP-level treatment of a row of black holes on the forehead.

The next moment, a burst of noise and turbid heating rushed towards my face like a tsunami, which made my face full of blood, and the arrogance that I finally pushed up instantly melted clean like ice cubes, turning into curls and white eyes revealing the pores , up and down in the air, left and right, hovering up and down, and finally disappeared completely in a very literary way.

At that time, the person was empty, and understood what is called impotence from the lowest level of psychology.

"The latest report from the Bellington Agency, when the [-]th Squadron of the [-]th Aviation Mecha Division on the front line of our army was performing a routine mission near Viborg, it encountered a shameful sneak attack by the Allied robbers, causing slight damage to the two mechas, but the commander Captain Balikov performed calmly and bravely, commanded calmly, foiled the conspiracy of the bandits in the air, and ensured the smooth implementation of the mission. Regarding this, the spokesperson of the Ministry of National Defense..."

What?

what is this?

What is this?

Which one is this?

Looking at it standing there like a ghost in the image state, the face is covered with thick makeup like paint, and the figure is already a bit bloated. The hostess, who is in the stage of evolution from beer to beer keg, is wearing a stiff body like a dead father. When the emoji read the message, I felt that my brain couldn't keep up with the reaction.

The situation she said...why does it feel a little familiar?

"Hi, Brother Xiang is here!"

Mikel, with sharp eyes, immediately yelled when he saw me standing there dumbstruck.

The guerrillas surrounded in front of the holographic TV immediately cheered and threw away the bear host and the forks, knives, dinner plates and bowls in their hands. I patted my shoulder and hammered my chest, and I didn't know that the guy who was too enthusiastic brought me breakfast, telling me not to rush and eat it slowly.

It has to be said that compared to the Republic, foreign breakfasts are simply scumbags.

Bread, beef, omelet, fried egg and red sausage are almost fried and baked with raw materials collected from the field. Your uncle, if you cook carefully, you will die. I want Xiaolongbao, soybean milk, wonton, dumplings, egg pancakes, bastard !

So I just sat there stupidly, picked up a knife and fork and started to fill my stomach tastelessly, while a group of people surrounded me, staring at me like tourists watching monkeys eating in a zoo.

"Hey, have you fallen out of love?"

After choking on the milk for the third time, I finally couldn't help asking.

"No, no, how is it possible."

A group of people shook their heads.

"Then do I owe you money?"

"No, no, how is it possible."

A group of people shook their heads again.

"The most important point, have you experienced any severe stimulation?"

"No, no, of course it's impossible?"

"Then why are all of them crazy?"

I spread my hands and asked.

"How come, please, brother, you are a hero!"

"hero?"

I was dumbfounded, my expression must have been very funny.

A group of people were obviously overexcited and burned out their ability to think. Regardless of how my client reacted, a few big heads came together and started talking nonsense on their own.

"You are the first person in the history of this area to drive out regular air bandits."

"We have been fighting for so long and this is the first time on the radio that the bandits admit the threatening presence in the Vyborg area..."

"We used to be like ass...or worse than that."

"That means the time for these bastards to freely come and go in the sky is finally over!"

The amount of information was a bit large, and I felt dizzy even more. When I was about to speak, a person suddenly squeezed in. I recognized that it was Hubert, one of the chief officers.I learned from Mikel that he is the chief officer who has been running missions and liaisons outside for many years. He is not at the base for 360 four and a half days in 360 five days a year, so I have not seen this man since I stayed at the base. boss.

"The commander wants to see you," Harbert panted heavily, his beard was covered with icicles, obviously he had just returned, "immediately."

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It is said that the old wolf is a person who does not like to make people wait.

It is said that the old wolf will wait at the place where it should be an hour earlier.

It is said that the old wolf will break the legs of any scumbag who dares to be even one second late.

So I immediately lifted the dining table, carried half a bucket of water light kung fu that I hadn’t practiced for a long time, stepped on the table boards under the dumbfounded expressions of the guerrillas, jumped out of the cafeteria, and went straight to the old wolf’s office and office. Fortunately, I have already entered the dormitory once, and it didn't take much time to break through the optical camouflage.

Knock, let in, push, close.

Then I saw that the old wolf was as vicious as the number one boss in the movie, or it looked like he was sitting on a chair waiting for me viciously, the only difference was that this guy was exposed to the light of justice instead of flickering Dark and loomingly scary.

It has to be said that this is a flaw in lens processing.

Of course, this does not affect my wonderful fantasies that this guy slowly lit a cigarette and suddenly pulled out a gun, pointed at me sinisterly and said: You kid dare to lie to me, I think you are tired of work.

But this time the old wolf actually touched it in his pocket, and I was scared to pee at that time.

"Well, I am very responsible for the huge loss of the base yesterday."

"Oh, really?"

The old wolf responded casually and continued to touch.

I feel more guilty.

"That... if necessary, I can also accept some punishment."

"Oh, really?"

The old wolf was still careless, and continued to touch and touch without playing.

So I became angry instantly, half of it was Huo's indifference, and the other half was because Huo himself acted so useless, what a bullshit, isn't he just a mob leader!I'm still afraid of you!

"Perhaps Asimov exaggerated a bit. My skills are not very good. I have a lot of flaws. I also have all kinds of weird flaws. That's why I lost yesterday. But I only lost one game. The fighting time is very long, I can still fight, and I can fight a hundred times, a thousand times better than now, such things as ace or ak are not a problem, I just hope that the leader can give me another chance, Just once!"

I said it all in one breath with a relatively high volume, and then I kept staring at the old wolf's reaction.

Strange though.

The old wolf still had no expression on his vicious and gloomy face, he didn't even turn his face towards me, he was still fumbling for his pocket with such earnestness that even the hairs on me, a bystander, seemed to stand on end.

Finally, he found something, but instead of pointing at my big head, he threw it directly on the table. It turned out to be an envelope. I used the same style when I received my salary last time, but the size is slightly smaller today. Some, like a shrunken version.

"According to what was said before, the damage from the two machines, a total of [-] horses, is here. You can count them."

My brain froze immediately, because I never dreamed that the battle would be like this, and the entire Jaeger regiment not only didn't have a word of criticism, but also got money and praise.

What's happening here?Has the whole world gone mad?

"You still need to sharpen your sense of smell in other aspects, sergeant, victory is sometimes not measured by how many enemies are destroyed or how much land is occupied, the most important thing is to let the people understand the extraordinary significance of this battle through propaganda , even if you did not play very well, but since you are satisfied, no, it should be said that you have exceeded this requirement, so we still regard you as the winner."

The old wolf closed his eyes and spoke slowly in a tone like dust falling.

"Besides, I can still calculate basic arithmetic problems such as which one is bigger, four or one."

"But……"

"It's nothing to worry about, that's all. Don't be too harsh on yourself, Sergeant. I'll follow what you said. Let's do it again. The airframe is still yours. We will satisfy the ammunition and fuel as much as possible."

I was dumbfounded, and I really didn't know what to say.

A little excited, a little guilty, a little sad, and a little moved, but the most is the passion that is about to boil, the passion of fighting.

"Yes, sir."

For the first time, I gave Old Wolf a standard military salute, no, it should be the head of the [-]th Jaeger Regiment. ps: I have a task to deal with, I am sorry to add a chapter today