Mecha Soldier's Notes

() When we returned to the hangar, several regiment leaders were waiting there early on. As soon as we got off the plane, these guys greeted us excitedly and gave each of us a bear hug.

"Oh my god, you are simply gods. We have fought for so many days and failed to win the position. Once you started, it only took half a day to win. Great, we can prepare for the celebration banquet in the city hall right away !"

I feel that this buddy must be dizzy from the old wine, otherwise why would he be talking nonsense after reimbursement of half of the attacking troops, but if he raised his hand and didn't hit the smiling face, I would just hum and haha ​​for a while.On the other hand, the others raised their faces one by one, held their chests high, and looked triumphant.

So, I had no choice but to punch them one by one to help them correct their figures.

"Oh my god, my rib is broken!"

"Mom, my intestines!"

"It's a heavy punch, well, it's over, I got internal injuries."

The group leaders who knew a little bit of the inside story looked at each other with wry smiles, and said, "The money has been notified to the Finance Department to distribute it, and you can get it at any time." They filed out.

As soon as they heard that there was money to be made, everyone came to their spirits. They ran to the financial office holding their hands and holding on to the pain, and then came back with a large bundle of bills, counting them happily. Looking happy as if helping someone pick up the ocean, I felt the bad water in my stomach start to "squeak" out.

So I walked up to Hitler, knelt down, and looked at him with a smile on my face.

Hitler's expression froze on his face, and then his veins began to bleed, his skin began to turn pale, and sweat began to form on his brow...and he almost peed in the end.

"That...Captain, are you okay?"

I smiled and said it's okay, you continue.

Then I continued to stare at him, and he continued to count the money, and then, I saw the sweat on his forehead evaporate into steam and rise up.

"That...Captain, you must have something to do."

"How is it possible, I just feel... Did you forget something?"

"Forget... what's going on?"

"Really don't remember?"

"I really don't remember."

I let out a long sigh and began to pinch my joints. I felt that the poor young man almost passed out from lack of oxygen, so he asked in a crying voice:

"Captain, can you give me some reminder?"

"Reminder? Are you sure you need it?"

Hitler nodded, so I secretly sighed that children nowadays are really bad, and flicked my fingers to make a fist.

"Stop, stop, don't hit, don't hit, I remember!"

Hitler screamed, hurriedly pulled out a bill and raised it over his head, saying incoherently that this is a small trifle, please laugh at it.

"Oh, what are you doing so politely?"

I took it with a smile, and then looked at the other two trembling guys.

So the other three knives were easy to get. Seeing the mournful faces of the three of them, I suddenly felt that it was quite rewarding to be disgusted occasionally.

In the next two days, the "Big Boss" transport plane delivered a batch of fuel oil, food, ammunition, medicines, and the most precious mechs under artillery fire. The air force of the rebel army quickly recovered to six [Garand 】s level.However, the battle situation was still not smooth at this time. Although the first two defensive positions were leveled, the protective force of the city hall stronghold was still not damaged much. casualties still unable to move forward.

We also tried to do a few rounds of bombing in the middle, but due to the lack of powerful ammunition and precision-guided weapons, the Treaty Army, which is armed with optical projectors, active defense systems, and enhanced concrete layers, is hard and soft. The killing effect of the miniature fortress is not obvious.In the middle, we also had several encounters with the mecha units that the Treaty Army came to bomb. As a result, both sides fired bombs while throwing bombs to lose weight. Nothing else.

In addition to the aerial bombs thrown by the mechas, the 180mm heavy bombs fired from the Gulf of Finland have almost become the biggest killer of the rebels. In just one day on April [-]th, more than fifteen land combat mechas were blown up. Beng flew a transport plane full of munitions.The regiment leaders asked us to dispatch those ocean-going battleships more than once, and even set the price to [-] horses per ship, but I still refused after thinking about it, because I still have a few lacking weight for my rookie. There are two less airframes to challenge a fully armed battleship formation, unless there is something wrong with the brain, I think there is a chance of winning.

However, it's not an option to keep bombing around like this all the time. After all, we are on the same boat as the rebels now, and if we can't get away from him, the old wolf can't get away from us.At this time, Hitler proposed that it is risky to always attack with airframes that are purely mounted on the enemy, and the escort force should be appropriately increased. I think it is also necessary to properly exercise everyone's flying skills, so he expressed his approval.

But I didn't expect that such a small change saved a lot of lives.

We met the famous "Blue Blade" Major Orlov in the morning of NO.15.

At that time, I was fighting level 2 enemies, and I can't remember how many times I was killed by virtual enemies. Anyway, once I die, my skills and experience will be higher. The more abused, the more refreshed.

At this time, the guy nicknamed Hugo crawled in. He was a guy with a particularly high-profile quality of life and conversation, and his temperament was quite likable.

"Captain, the bosses are reaching out for support again, let's go to the front line to help right away..."

Suddenly, the guy's words got stuck in his throat, just like Mikel at that time, he stared dumbfoundedly at the simulated battle images frozen on the monitor.

"Oh, my hand slipped a bit, it wasn't that bad before."

I stared at myself in embarrassment when I was stabbed, thinking that I would be ashamed.

Hugo's eyes widened even wider, and he even stuttered a bit.

"Team...Captain, could it be that you...have been playing this game alone all this time?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"The problem is simply too big, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, the mechanic's call of "oil filling" and "bombing finished" came from below.

"Okay, hurry up and get ready, and your ass will be smashed by the slow labor."

I kick him out of the cockpit, close the hatch and switch the system to combat mode.

Although I am curious about what he wants to say, but I feel that listening to it comfortably after the battle is much better than listening to it now in a hurry. If it is bad news, it will ruin the mood of attacking.

Until that moment I thought it was an easy fight.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, a total of six [Garand] all went into battle, but unlike before, only four were equipped with ground attack equipment loaded with bombs, missiles and rockets. Hugo and I The machine is equipped with all air combat equipment and is responsible for air cover.

Everyone first climbed vertically to an altitude of [-] meters, and then leveled the body, because the distance was very short, and there were too many bombings before, so there was no need to check the coordinates.

"Well, Captain, I've been meaning to ask you a personal question."

"Let the fart go."

While looking at the clouds around me that always give people a sense of danger, I turned back impatiently.

"Um... are you a Samoan? Wait a minute, don't shoot, don't shoot, you will die if you accidentally fire."

"Nimma, then don't change your ancestors for others."

I cursed and restarted the vigilance. At this time, I didn't realize the problem in my words, but I just felt a few guys muttering something in their native language in the communication channel strangely. Okay, I admit that I am the last I hate playing mysterious guys, so I prepared to set up a machine gun and let them explain clearly.

"Drip drip"

The radar warning device screamed suddenly, as if a female ghost came to ask for her life, making one's scalp tingle.

"Damn, Hugo and I are fighting for time, and we're about to unload all the balls."

I immediately pushed the shooting safety, drove the body to flip backwards, and faced the enemy backwards. The others ignored the 21 and threw the bombs and missiles on the ground, but the whole process took about 3 minutes at the fastest. Hugo and I need to fight for the jet lag in the middle.

Suddenly, several uniform bullet holes were pierced in the thick cloud layer. I immediately drove the body to dive down and let most of the shells pass. Three "Sparrow R"s were shot down, but with the poor hit rate of this old-fashioned missile, [-]% of them may be thrown away by the enemy plane.

Hugo's [Garand] was also assigned two, but the kid was darting around in the air as if dancing, but he was not hit. It is estimated that the guiding warhead was also confused by the strange movements of the body.

"Team...Captain, they are coming!"

"Nonsense, then hurry up!"

The armored machine gun made the sound of "scandium clang" being loaded on the ground, which made people's nerves jump with excitement like the strings of a guitar being plucked.

Nainai, I've been throwing bombs for the past two days so disgusting, I finally got a chance to fight in the air, I really feel sorry for myself for not having a good fight.

The enemy plane quickly entered the visual detection range. Unexpectedly, the comer was not the most common [Jacques] of the frontline troops, but [Il] whose sex was higher than that of [Garand]. At that time, I felt like I was in a cold sweat. Fortunately, an escort plane was deployed today. Otherwise, if everyone stupidly hung up bombs together, they would all be killed.

"Captain, I have no combat training!"

Hugo sounded like he was about to cry.

Cursing bad luck secretly, I had to do educational work while adjusting the aiming aperture.

"Don't worry, it's fine, as long as you're ruthless and brave enough to turn your life around, you'll be fine by biting their chrysanthemums and stabbing hard."

"But...it still feels scary!"

"Get out, if you don't want to die, just let me... Fuck!"

A series of missiles flew in, and the two of us were forced to dodge, but the dodge angle was too bad, one north and one south widened the distance, and we couldn't get back together even if we tried for a while. The rookie was crying for help in the lonely northern hemisphere. I feel like my brain is getting bigger.

I think I need a worry-free wingman.