Mecha Soldier's Notes

() When the dilapidated transport plane I was riding landed at the field airport in the snow, I never thought that the gang of poor fellows could be so rich.

To be honest, when I saw the guards in full camouflage uniforms and tactical vests rushing up, my first reaction was that it was broken. Playing with me, this time I must be handed over to Maoxiong's frontline troops in exchange for rewards to improve performance, and immediately took out a pocket knife to block the hatch, ready to do a desperate struggle.

"Brother Xiang, what are you still doing standing there, come down quickly!"

A police soldier yelled at me anxiously, and I felt that this guy looked familiar.

"M... Mikel?"

It took me a lot of effort to change my mind. This batch of turkey boy military uniforms feels fashionable and worth a lot, no wonder there are so many military fans in China.

"Okay, that's all for reminiscing about the old days, hurry up!"

Hubbert didn't know when he jumped into the cabin and dragged me out. Others followed suit and hurriedly got the two pilots out as well. Like a bear, it rolled and scrambled on the snow, as if a bomb had been stuffed on the plane.

"Fuck, it's coming!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Nimma, it's too late to run to the shelter, so solve it on the spot."

It was Harbert's voice.

Then before I figured out what was going on, I was kicked into a snow nest, and then several people rushed in, almost crushing me to death.

"Hey, what are you doing..."

Before I could finish speaking, I heard a sharp whistling from my eardrum. This kind of sound is not unfamiliar to me. I have experienced it many times in Scanville, and I have also received corresponding recognition training in the military academy. So my first reaction was the sound of shelling from heavy artillery.

But wait, what is this noise?Clearly not any model known to me.

Then the explosion started.

The ground began to vibrate violently, and the snow blocks rolled in like a storm, smashing on me, the sound of explosions, screams, and impacts... all mixed together into a terrible chorus, I felt my own His mind was buzzing, and he was almost tormented by this chaotic tone and almost exploded.

About 10 minutes later, the sound of shelling stopped slowly. I struggled to get up from a pile of half-dead people and snow blocks. The shells made a hole several meters square, steaming like an earthen stove in the countryside. The old transport plane I was in had been dismantled into parts by several shells, and only the big butt of the plane was stuck on the ground helplessly. There was smoke and an odd meaty smell in the air that I could only try to imagine as a field barbecue.

"I'm sorry, the money lost by the transport plane will be recorded in our account, and we will try our best to arrange the safest accommodation for you."

Mikel apologized to the two drivers, but hearing his uneasy tone, he didn't know which place was the safest.Even the army's most important field airport has been bombarded casually. It is estimated that there is no place within a hundred miles that can be called "safe".

"This... what the hell is this?"

I was dumbfounded, but Hubbert patted the snow on his body and answered me calmly.

"Don't make such a fuss about the dual-mounted 62mm electrothermal chemical guns carried by Type 180 ocean-going combat ships. There are no less than five ships of this thing parked at the mouth of the Gulf of Finland. Every day at six o'clock in the morning, one o'clock in the afternoon, and six o'clock in the evening, each round will come. ,Get used to it."

Compared with the complicated classification of ships in the old era, there are only three simple types of surface combat ships in this century: offshore combat ships, ocean-going combat ships and heavy-load ships, which replaced the frigates and destroyers, cruisers, aircraft carriers and landing ships respectively. position, but only in terms of firepower, the ocean-going combat ship is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

If I remember correctly, each tier 62 ocean-going combat ship is equipped with two double-mounted 180mm gun turrets, five ocean-going combat ships are a full twenty 180mm electrothermal chemical guns, and are equipped with the same number of 24 units With the vertical launch system, a single ship can drop more than 100 tons of ammunition per minute, and a total of more than [-] tons of iron can be thrown here every minute!Nima, this firepower is stronger than three or four land armies!

"Huh, it's okay, there are still four or five hours of sleep time."

Out of the mentality of looking for the best in everything, I had no choice but to comfort myself, but Hubbert patted my shoulder and shattered my fantasy with a sigh.

"You think too much, young man. After the naval guns are bombed, it's the bombing time of the aviation mechs. Eight o'clock in the morning and eight o'clock in the evening, there are irregular suppers in the early morning hours, and the land battle guns will be used to send warmth in the middle, you Just die and sleep well.”

I'll go, it's a miracle on earth that these people are still alive.

Although it was just a short bombardment, I still felt the momentum of the treaty army's counterattack!

Dazed and dizzy, Hubbert and I walked out of the messy field airport and walked into the city.

Now, Viborg, a small town, is famous for its tranquility, serenity, and classical elegance, but when I walked in here for the first time, my first impression was: Hey, I went the wrong way, how do I get in? The rubbish is piled up; the second impression is: I'll go, this rubbish is Vyborg!

"Don't look, the three meters above the ground are all blown up, these bastards are ruthless enough to attack."

Harbert cursed in front of me.

I noticed that one out of four or five people passing by was wounded in gauze, and as they got deeper into the city, this ratio became smaller, and even one out of two people was wounded. Even with the advancement of modern medicine, especially military medicine, this kind of casualty ratio is still a very heavy burden for an already combat army.

Another thing I noticed is that although the Jagers have plenty of mechas and tanks, the two most critical tactical equipment: aviation mechas and large anti-aircraft guns are completely missing. The most common ones are land fighters. Armor is carrying a portable anti-air missile and an armored machine gun to sweep the air, or it was dragged out of an unknown warehouse, or it is a single-barreled 76mm anti-aircraft gun operated by five or six people who are completely exposed to the outside world.

This kind of rough defense made me shudder. It would be okay if the opponent was a fighter jet, but using this kind of clumsy old-fashioned product, against the aviation mecha that is almost completely unfettered by the old-age air combat problems such as attack orbits, spirals, and stalls, It is no different from courting death.And the artillery position without armor protection allows a fragment of a high-explosive rocket to kill everyone.

Those who operate these things are all seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys. When they saw me coming with Captain Harbert, they couldn't help cheering enthusiastically, as if they saw superheroes who came to help them. I recognized many of them. People from the original Viborg Jagers base, but I remember they were all civilians when I left.

Out of politeness, I had no choice but to wave to them with a stiff expression, and Hubert in front of me had no choice but to turn around and warn me:

"Smile brighter, your arrival has boosted everyone's morale a lot."

Damn, this stuff really speaks for itself.

"Laughing at your mother, I really don't have the habit of laughing at corpses. What made you take the initiative to attack such a fortress-level city?"

I frowned and said, even with my half-baked military vision, I can still see that the preparations of the rebels are very inadequate, even rudimentary, and suicide is not like this.

"This...is us and the Confederate Army and...well, how should I put it, it's a battle plan that echoes each other, and you only need to be responsible for your own part."

Hubbert evaded my question, as if there was something very difficult to say.

This feeling of being kept in the dark is really annoying, but forget it, anyway, I am here to use money to fight and exercise my skills, you can live or die as you please.

With a cold face, I pulled up my collar and stopped talking.

The command post was in an inconspicuous one-story building. According to Hubbert, there were actually three floors there, but an air-to-surface missile cut off all of the top.

Pushing the door open, the narrow room has been stuffed with more than a dozen communications, staff officers, and security personnel besides me. The old wolf's big, ferocious face was almost pasted on the electronic map.

"Long time no see, Mr. Xiang Yu."

The old wolf raised his head and greeted me with an expression of confusion about good and evil.

"Oh, it's been a long time..."

I was only halfway through my words, and I obviously felt that the surrounding voices suddenly became quieter. The correspondent who shouted into the microphone, the staff officer who shouted at the electronic map, and the officer who shouted at his subordinates all stopped shouting. He began to stare straight at me, which made me feel cold all over.

"Wow"

Suddenly, everyone looked joyful and rushed up to shake hands with me enthusiastically, but I had no choice but to giggle inexplicably.In the end, the old wolf rescued me, patted my shoulder and signaled me to talk in the inner room.

"Hey, what's going on here, I remember that I wasn't that exaggerated when I went back."

As soon as the door was closed, I frowned and asked the old wolf.

"First, we still have access to the Internet at least here. The Jaegering Corps, especially the young people in the Jaegering Corps, are very interested in online cheat sheets, and often use them as a topic after dinner."

"I'll go. These guys must usually lack social care. It's safe to say that there are so many rumors."

Come on, I didn't expect that being a lunatic in underwear was just a temporary guest role as a mercenary. If this situation continues, I might see my arrest warrant posted on the door when I go home.

"Don't worry, everyone's enthusiasm belongs to enthusiasm, but you still have a basic sense of responsibility for your friends. No one has leaked information about you. Besides..." Old Wolf paused, his expression became deeper, "Volga Company, you don't You don’t know the power of this organization.”

Sorry, I don't think it's better not to know too many notes about this kind of dark world.

When it comes to "friends", I always feel awkward, because I came here only out of profit leverage and fighting for myself. I don't want to have too much to do with people and things in this strange country, because the water flow here It's just too complicated.

"What about the second one?"

I changed the subject.

"Quite simply, we've been bombed for three full days."

The old wolf said calmly.