Mecha Soldier's Notes

() The three [Garand] were quickly found. To be precise, what they found was a pile of wreckage that could no longer be used. Multiple levels of guided missile rockets or armored machine gun shells cover the entire area, destroying it in an instant.

Needless to say, the three unlucky mecha soldiers all used plastic bags and shovels to shovel off the parts of the cockpit that were almost completely blown up. Seeing this tragic scene, many people vomited again.

Out of "envy" and "caring" for probably the only person who was unscathed and gained the only record, all kinds of dark rumors began to spread among the crowd again.

"It was this guy who led the team to rush, so that we were almost killed by someone blowing up as soon as we went out."

"Damn it, it was the same last time, or if this bastard commanded blindly, the young master could have laid down a few more."

"What kind of bullshit captain, he is a fool who can only run around."

Okay, thank you for finally acknowledging my position as captain, but how do you say it as if you have heard my command?

Of course, the most exciting part is yet to come:

"Why did everyone get beaten up so badly? This guy is fine. He must have colluded with the Treaty Army and came here to rape us."

I'll go, you're so strong, you've seen it all.

But for me, these are just small troubles. The most troublesome thing is that they lost nearly half of the strength of the rebel army. A total of three aviation mechas, in addition, more than ten mechanics and mecha soldiers died in the bombing. It directly alarmed all the commanders of the Jaegering Corps, so I, as the nominal person in charge, was honorably called to "ask some questions".

Okay, I admit that I kind of understand the depression when my junior high school head teacher was called by the principal to ask "why your grades keep failing".

"Mr. Xiang, although your record of winning one today is very inspiring, what is going on with this situation? If you say that they are what you call elites, I really doubt your vision now."

In the basement, which used to be a wine cellar and now serves as the meeting room for the head of the Jaeger Corps, a row of burly men sat in the darkness caused by poor lighting. , I stood in the middle of the wine cellar to answer with a calm expression taught by the old man Polkarev, "When you are on a big scene, treat yourself as if you are talking to a row of winter melons".

"Don't worry, that... Captain Beigo, these people are all handpicked by me, and there is absolutely no problem technically."

I feel that my nonsense skills are already comparable to Asimov's, but in fact it is still a bit worse, because that buddy can turn black into white, long into short, and even bring the dead to life It’s okay to crawl twice on the ground, but someone will question me as soon as I open my mouth.

"But how do you explain today's loss, Mr. Xiang, don't say it was an accident or something. I don't think any accident can cause such a serious loss."

"Hehe, of course it's not an accident, but it doesn't belong to the category of technical problems."

The other party visibly frowned.

"What does this mean? Is it really because of you..."

"Captain Kirk, your ears are too long."

The old wolf threw out a sentence indifferently, and the guy knew he had made a mistake, so he had to keep his mouth shut and listen to me.

I pretended I didn't hear anything, and I had no way out at this point, so I had to keep talking.

"It's just that children are not very obedient after they know something. It is necessary to slap their mouths twice to teach them a lesson."

I deliberately chose an ambiguous metaphor, but I believe that everyone here is not stupid, and they will definitely think in one direction. Sure enough, the person just now picked up the words I threw out.

"You mean... you're purging the interior?"

I smiled and didn't speak, which means that it's just as long as you are old-fashioned.

"Wait, I don't care what's going on inside you, we hired you to fight, not use precious aid to engage in internal strife."

The leader of the Ballista, who hadn't seen him for a long time, roared violently. He had a gauze wrapped around his head and was still oozing blood. He looked in a bad condition.

"Sorry, today's situation is part of my loss, but I believe that the combat effectiveness brought by a complete team is more impressive and necessary. As for material losses, I believe your allies can provide them. The loss of personnel Volga The company will also do its best to protect it, you can rest assured about this.”

Nainai, I want to drag Asimov into the water when I die.

The group leaders whispered to each other, seeming to be hesitating, and after a while they came to a conclusion:

"Okay, Mr. Xiang, this matter is according to what you said, but remember, one time is enough, our material personnel cannot afford a second blow."

I immediately said no problem.

After passing a level, the most troublesome thing is that a group of self-righteous second-year middle school youths need to be dealt with. It took me a lot of effort to resist the violent urge to hack and kill the two hanging heads first, and eat slowly After lunch, adjust your mentality, and then walk back to the hangar.

The bombed hangar has basically been cleared out. Some of the eleven or twelve surviving pilots dozed off tiredly leaning on the camp bed, and some looked like they had a nervous breakdown, grabbing their hair and burying their heads in pain. On the knees, there are people who simply look like idiots, sitting on the pile of rubble in a daze, and the mechanics can't drive them away no matter how hard they try.

I felt that as soon as I walked in, I was locked on by countless vicious eyes that were almost on fire. I shrugged and returned to my body as if nothing had happened to prepare for inspection, but my shoulder was grabbed viciously.

"Hey, you have to go out with us next time."

The man said in a voice as rough as holding sand.

What can I say, anyway, I can only use two words to express my feelings at that time - "hehe".

"Please, my skills are terrible, I'm afraid I will hinder you, sir."

I couldn't help but sneered, that guy's face suddenly turned red and then turned pale, extremely embarrassing.

"Fart, you think you are a bit of a three-legged cat and we are afraid of you. Why are everyone risking their lives, and you are the only one who is easily earning money by making money."

Unknowingly, a distraught voice sounded from that corner.

This is probably the Western version of the hooligan theory of "If I can't get it cheap, no one can get it".

It's a mess up to now, it's all nonsense, and the patience I have finally accumulated is also used to the limit, because I promised to deal with the internal problems immediately, and I can't afford to waste the time.So I simply shook off the claws on the carrying shoulder, opened the window and said it directly.

"Come on, the people from the Volga company have given me the details, and I know your information very clearly."

I coldly threw out a heavy hand card, and when I saw that all the blood was gone from everyone's faces, I knew that my goal had been achieved by three or four points.If it is not related to interests, I really want to say it to death in one breath, and let the police soldiers kill these annoying things.

"Besides, so what if I follow along? Are you not afraid that I will cause some accidents or something, take the wrong path, and kill people who shouldn't be killed?"

I glanced around with a sneer, and all the rookies had no blood on their faces.

After today's battle, they realized that war is not a game, and that every day is not as fun as the previous day's battle. A loss must be made up with blood and human life.But based on their current level, it is estimated that they will be reimbursed after flying a few times, and the rebel army is not a regular army. Once they find out that they have accepted a dozen parallel imports, the end can be said to be too miserable.

"Then... what do you want then?"

The guy in front of him spoke, his tone was seven points of fear and three points of anger.

"It's very simple, you can come here as you want, you don't have to do it, anyone can take command, I don't force it, anyway, I am a mercenary for Du Li's operation, there are not many of you, and there are many without you, as you can see If I get rid of you, I can still get some more money, at most it is a little trouble to accept the types of tasks."

In fact, what I said was full of confidence. Asimov was not alarmist. If these guys behave like rubbish, I will follow suit. Now I can only scare them first.

Of course, there are other methods of "persuasion".

The mecha soldiers who were born in a prestigious school of the Allied Army peeped at each other, and didn't say a word for a long time. Obviously, these rookies who had never seen the world were overwhelmed by the cruel reality that had no romanticism in movies.The threat of being cut off by the enemy or their own people at any time made these unlucky guys almost frightened to death.

I endured the irritability and waited for a long time, but no living person responded.

Probably the default meaning.

Just when I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was finally done without any danger, a stunned young man suddenly jumped out and shouted loudly:

"Master, I won't do it!"