Mecha Soldier's Notes

() In the end, this messy air battle came to an end when I threw off all the airframes and made an emergency landing.

The process was nonsense, the result was tragic, and the loss was heavy. In the case of overall dominance in the number of mechs, only two assault mechs were damaged, while our side suffered two serious injuries. (It was beaten by me), and the tragic cost of two accidental losses (one head hit the steel beam of the dome during the attack, and the head was seriously damaged).

Although it forced [Tupolev] to give up the mission, and boosted the morale of the rebels who had been bombed like ostriches, the whole battle revealed a certain taste of conspiracy...

"Hey, what the hell is going on with these bastards? What kind of elite masters, they are even inferior to parallel imports. Where did you dig out these live treasures from?!"

The first thing I did when I jumped off [Garland] was to call Asimov who was in charge of this matter. I felt that I was in a bad mood. Anyone who was chased and bitten by a group of mad dogs would be in a bad mood.

Poor organization and coordination, serious lack of tactical literacy, extremely low shooting accuracy, confusion in the identification of friend and foe... almost all the problems that can be found are gathered together, what are these weird things?

On the PCP side, Asimov's tone was awkward:

"Uh, don't worry, this group of people are indeed students of the regular military academy of the Allied Army. That's right. The usual scores, training scores, and test scores are all top-notch. It's just...just..."

"No actual combat experience."

I endured the feeling of wanting to find someone to beat me up, so I said it directly.

No wonder there is such a heavy sense of disobedience before and after. When doing maintenance and debugging on the ground, it is very professional, but once it enters actual combat, it is completely messed up.

"I'll go, how much do you like to play junk stocks... Well, besides me, we are now fighting the most powerful army in the world. Are you looking for these rookies to fight or give the treaty army a head?" !"

Hearing my complaint, Asimov said in a tone as if his own father had died:

"Please, brother, do you think I like it? I am also desperate. The experienced veterans who have retired from the army have long been divided up by three other old-fashioned offices. The top is pressing and tight. My newly established four One has no one and the other has no foundation, and it looks like a bag of goods, so we can only find people everywhere to make do with it."

"Forget it, forget it, whatever you want, anyway, if I use my experience, this group of people smashed their machines, and the well water does not violate the river water."

After I finished speaking casually, I was ready to cut the communication.

"Well, it seems that you really can't let go of it."

Asimov said hesitantly.

"What do you mean?"

"Because the rebels are willing to accept this group of personnel, largely because I told them...you recommended them."

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I'm going, my gun, by the way, I don't have a gun yet, quickly bring the knife of Laozi, Laozi wants to kill people! ! ! ! !

"Please, Brother Chen, you must help me this time. When I get promoted and get a bonus, I promise to give you the best discount for eating, drinking, piao, gambling and smoking in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, I hung up angrily.

Nainai's, I was played by this dealer again, and I really deserved to be a villain in my life.

Putting down the pcp made me mad. To be precise, I was jumping up and down because I was going to share the breath and fate with these bastards, but I didn't have Korninov's majesty, and I didn't have the perverted wild boar. How to lead this self-righteous and messy team!

Looking at the crowd of mecha soldiers who were enthusiastic and cheering and then landed, and the group of De Xing who were proudly waving to everyone in the second class, I suddenly felt dumbfounded.

After the vanity was satisfied, the first thing this group of people did was to go to the headquarters to report the results. I was not interested in checking the results with them on the same stage, so I waited for about 10 minutes before going.

As a result, Hubert, who was in charge of the registration, was dumbfounded:

"What, why did you also damage one of the mechas? Aren't there only four mechas in total?"

"What?"

"What, no one else told you?"

"say what?"

It took me a long time to talk like a chicken and duck with Harbert before I figured out the situation.

According to my observations, I was the only one who got the damage of one aircraft in this battle. Although the other aircraft were almost exhausted, there was no photo gun record or screenshot of the enemy aircraft, and I don’t know. They chased and fought fiercely for a long time, and they all threw their ammunition to some planet.

I later learned that these rookie mech soldiers are basically junior students of the Allied Army military academy. They have only received basic flight training and weapon ground shooting training. Multiple units attacked in turn, not even scratching [Tupolev]'s hair.

And after such a chaotic battle, the result they reported was that four [Tupolev] were injured, and one of them was uncertainly shot down!

Note that it is "they", not "us".

So when I figured out the situation, even my results were unceremoniously taken over by them, and their ability to grab heads was amazing.So Harbert, the idiot, believed it was true, and gave them a huge reward of 600 horses on the spot (the price for damaging the mecha had already risen to more than [-] horses), and everyone cheered and welcomed the victory.

As for my thoughts—how long am I going to spend with these bloody idiots!

"I'm sorry, the budget I can approve is a bit tight, why don't you ask the head of the group to calculate the total?"

Harbert said awkwardly.

"Forget it, young people can't help but look at the good in statistics, and I don't care about my share."

I couldn't tell you how hard it was for these bastards under my name, so I had to pretend to be relaxed, knock out my teeth and swallow them in my stomach.

Facts have proved that I still underestimated the joy of sophomores.

For almost three days after that, apart from the ocean-going battleships at sea still using naval guns to "visit", the aviation mechs of the treaty army never came again. For the rebels who were bombed badly, it was a rare and comfortable time , with the continuous efforts of the mechanics day and night, the damaged body was quickly repaired, and besides the mechas and tanks and armored vehicles, there were slowly living people walking around on the street.

It's a pity that the good omen lasted less than four hours before it was interrupted by an unspeakable note. To be precise, the situation came from within the mecha soldiers. Around dinner time, the following rumors began to spread from among the mecha soldiers:

"'Grey Smile' is nothing special, it's just us playing all day long."

"What kind of ace, I don't know where to look, and the young master's body has been crippled. I could have fought two more fights."

"That's right, it's really sick to leave a good enemy and fight us instead."

"It's so useless, it's a blown-out name, it's in the way."

"......."

A group of people chattered like chattering sparrows, and with their heads held up like turkeys, they rolled their eyes at me one by one.

Hehe, okay, I admit that I have endured until now and I am finally completely annoyed.

"Boom"

My soup spoon knocked the aluminum plate into a deep hole. Everyone in the cafeteria was shocked and looked at me in unison. Don’t look, thank me quickly. You don’t know how much it took me. It is only with strength that I can't hold back from punching your skulls out of holes.

Satisfied with the atmosphere, I casually chatted with the corner of my clothes and wiped the soup on the back of my hands. I stood up calmly, or pretended to be calm, and announced something:

"Due to the limitation of the command system, the normal mecha formation cannot be carried out, and combat efficiency is the priority. Therefore, I decided that from tomorrow onwards, each machine can take off and land freely to intercept the target according to the situation. It's over."

I squinted around and glanced around. I didn’t know what kind of eyes I was using at that time. Anyway, which part of the scene I scanned, which part of the people lowered their heads to eat as if they were being aimed at by the muzzle of a gun, and no one made a sound for a long time.

"Okay, since there is no objection, it will be decided tomorrow."

I put my hands in my trouser pockets, turned around and walked out of the cafeteria. Only then did I hear someone whisper:

"Cut, what are you pulling?"

But when I stared at that position, the voice fell silent again.

The night in the north is very cold, the night sky in the north is very clear, and the night in the north is very beautiful. I look up at the silky night with dots of stars hanging on it. The incomparably tall and splendid palace Zhongyang makes the mind relax in an instant.I inhaled the sea breeze slightly mixed with gunpowder smoke deeply into my lungs, and then exhaled a long breath of white air.

As the depression dissipated, the feeling of loneliness was like an invisible giant hand holding me firmly, making me almost out of breath.I felt annoyed and irritated at the same time. There were tens of thousands of soldiers and mercenaries around, but there was no one to talk to, no one to communicate with, and I couldn't even find anyone to borrow two dollars!

I suddenly wanted to go back to the teaching group to fight, at least there are my brothers there, at least everyone can get along happily, instead of being a bastard at first glance like now.

There was a flash of wind in my ear, and then I felt something tap my shoulder, making a "click". I turned my head and saw that it was a big bill with a big bill, and behind the bill was the scary face of the old wolf. It's not that my nerves have grown a lot, I guess I've fainted from fright.

"Sorry, the omission of the record statistics in the morning is our work fault."

I smiled and said it's okay, as long as you are willing to keep an account for me, it's fine if you forget, your financial situation is also relatively tight, and if the extra expenses exceed too much, everyone will look bad.

After hearing what I said, the old wolf took the ticket back directly.

"Speaking of which, is it really okay for you to do this? Even if someone below refuses to accept you, you don't have to abandon everyone."

"It's always good to learn a lesson when you're young."

I shrugged my shoulders indifferently, and the old wolf frowned obviously unable to understand. Fortunately, he didn't ask too much.

ps: It’s a cool time to go out during the Mid-Autumn Festival, so I have to make an update today with apologies~~~