Mecha Soldier's Notes

"So, the scope of your trust in people needs to be broadened. Anyway, I have fought with you, and the subordinates who have gambled their lives, always put the teaching team in the first place, which hurts everyone's feelings."

Edith, who listened to my story, lectured unceremoniously in the pcp section.

I can only smile wryly.

"Speaking of which, according to the information in my hand, the loss of the Satsuma Army seems to be not small. A heavy-loaded ship was slightly injured, and a total of five mechs were lost. Oh, and their gains are quite large. How can I say it? Come on, oh, 'shooting down an incoming mecha unit of the enemy army', what a brilliant result, what do you think of this martyr?"

Edith's tone was mixed with sarcasm, and I held back my laughter and climbed up the pole.

"Then remember to burn some paper for me during the Chinese New Year, and a seed of g, otherwise daily life will be quite boring."

"Go to hell with you."

There was an obvious sound of spraying water, and Edith, who had finally cleaned it up, cursed bitterly.

Now that the gossip is over, it's time to get down to business. I raised a question that I am most concerned about right now.

"Speaking of when our ordered mechs will arrive, to be honest, my battle strength is a little nervous, and I have begun to reduce myself to buying garbage from unscrupulous merchants to fill the gap."

As I spoke, I glanced at the four "goods" that had just been pulled into the base, and people from the teaching group and the Vyborg Archers United were working on them.This is the mecha bought by the old cat from Asimov. Of course, we have been explained before that the models of the mecha are all old models, and the new ones have been snapped up by various small and medium-sized countries. It is too late for us to start. slow.

Old ones are also needed, and potatoes are also food, so the remaining stocks in the hands of profiteers are covered by us. Of course, the price is [-]% higher than that of brand-new goods.

This scene reminds me of the spectacular scene when the rumors of the end of the world were spread, and all human beings frantically snapped up all kinds of daily necessities, but now it’s just a different product.

"After fifteen days, the first batch of five mechas can be delivered, and the rest can basically be delivered within three months."

It stands to reason that this speed is relatively fast, but I am still not very satisfied.

"Hey, can the efficiency be higher, my life is very tight here."

"If you have the ability, you can make it yourself. In order to catch up with the order, I am also very busy here," Edith said angrily. Calculate…….."

As if thinking of something, she suddenly stopped talking.

"What kind of?"

I asked persistently.

"It doesn't matter. In short, I will destroy the 'Pisces' side. You first find a way to deal with these ten days. Don't die."

After finishing the order, the young lady of the Crasso family cut off the communication neatly.

"Hey, Mr. Chen, don't talk on the phone, come here and help."

Tie Niu, who was unloading screws with a wrench in his hand, cursed, and I hurried over with a toolbox to help.

The sealing plate, the fixing wire, and the covering cloth on the "cargo" were uncovered one by one, and a machine body with a style of the Confederate Army slowly revealed its body, and then there were exclamations on the scene, but the reason for the exclamation was quite different. Are not the same.

The teaching group is because this mecha is so familiar, no, it is simply acquainted, and they have fought two fierce battles with this mech in the past few weeks, so they will never admit their mistakes. This is [Garland] .

The Vyborg Shooters Team is because these [Garand] are so familiar, no, to be precise, they are the batch they used in Viborg, and they have been taken back by the Allied Forces after taking refuge on the ship, no Knowing what happened, it fell into the hands of the profiteer again, and was transferred to a third hand.

This discovery made me shudder, and I couldn't stop staring at the other mechas that hadn't been opened. I thought to myself, damn it, it's broken, the profiteer will bring that mecha here, and the others The members of the Vyborg Shooters Group also became nervous, and kept aiming their eyes into the gap while tearing it apart.

Fortunately, after dismantling the four mechas, we didn't see the familiar smiling mech. We all breathed a sigh of relief, which made the teaching team baffled.

"Oh, what about the spare parts?"

Ya Ge is shrewd, and suddenly found a crucial problem after looking at the goods.

Just like parallel mobile phones, smuggled mechas of course have no after-sales service, no seven-day unconditional return, not even an invoice, but these don’t matter. Looking for a mobile phone to order, but these heavy machinery are broken, what should we do?

"Oh, don't worry, we are all ready, but because things are messy, you may have to tidy them up."

While speaking, the consignor directed his staff to unload another large container from the trailer, and instructed to open the electronic lock on the hatch door. The container has a large interior space, so it is not a big problem to play a basketball game or set up a dozen tables of mahjong. , there are a lot of things vaguely piled up in the darkness, although I can't see things clearly, but the intuitive feeling is indeed very messy.

"Don't worry, we are all hardworking people, it doesn't matter if it's messy."

Tie Niu said indifferently.

"Oh, then I'm relieved, turn on the light."

The consignor sent a voice message, and a row of voice-activated lamps was turned on instantly. Only then did we see clearly that what was displayed in front of our eyes was a large pile of mechas, or more precisely, a large pile of mecha wreckage.

The ones with broken arms, the ones missing half, the ones whose entire torso was blown apart, the ones with n holes pierced by laser or thermal weapons... In short, they are all kinds of wreckages with various ways of death, and the models are all [additional] Rand].

"This... this is our accessory."

I have a bit of a stutter, and the fact that it's worse than imagining the worst isn't off the line.

Not to mention how troublesome it is to find a part and disassemble and screw it, and who can guarantee that there will be no problems with the gadgets dismantled from these battle-damaged mechs.

"That's right, you can dismantle them directly from the top if you need them, which saves a lot of effort. Of course, if you have time, it doesn't matter if you take them all apart and store them for backup."

The consignor said casually, we almost didn’t vomit blood at that time, Nima, there are as many as seven or eight piles of wreckage here, and besides the Vyborg Shooter United, the people in the teaching group and the general mechanics are completely different. I'm not familiar with the structure of [Garland], if I really want to do it, it may take a month to dismantle it, and we don't have time to do it now.

"I'll go, it's too inconvenient, can you give the finished product directly, and it's okay to add money."

I complained that the republic pays the bill anyway, as long as we can get the stuff.

but……..

"No way, [Garand] is a transitional model, and there are not many spare parts. Now they have been snapped up by other countries, and that's all that's left."

The consignor had a contemptuous expression of "If you want it, don't go away", and at the same time handed over a small book with the manifest attached.

After exchanging helpless glances with everyone, Tieniu had no choice but to sign the acceptance document depressedly.

I was wandering around in the container, and suddenly, in the deepest part of the container, I saw a mecha that was leaning against the wall of the container with its arms and legs outstretched, with its head lowered feebly.The fuselage was punched with more than a dozen bullet holes by powerful armor-piercing bullets. From the bullet holes, you can clearly see the white metal skeleton. The deadliest shot hit the fuel tank, opening a hole the size of a pallet. The leaked oil sticks to the clean painting in a mess, making it look messy like an abstract painting.

I was once beaten up by Tie Niu with similar ammunition. I feel that it should be the 47mm armor-piercing ammunition made by the Treaty Army. It looks the same as me at that time. Even the cockpit was partially damaged. I don’t know if the driver can survive. It came down, and even the fuel chamber was penetrated. Fortunately, it was an armor-piercing shell that did not ignite... Hey, wait, this injury is too personal, why is it exactly the same as mine at that time.

A sense of familiarity came over my face, and I felt a chill from the back of my neck, and hurried to look up under the drooping head of the mech, only to find that I was right in front of a miserable smiling face.

"It's a gray smile!"

I screamed uncontrollably, attracting others to run here together.

"Oh oh, even this thing has been lifted." Tieniu stood proudly in front of the machine with his hands on his hips, pointing back with his thumbs up, "This is the biggest guy we shot down, how about it, believe it , why don't you take this opportunity to take a photo together, it's guaranteed to be cool."

The foreign friends secretly glanced at me with strange eyes, and when I stared back angrily, they immediately raised their heads and stood firm, expressing that they stood in a pious religious perspective, the dead are the most important, and they should not touch the body of the dead casually. Soul resident, otherwise it is a very disrespectful thing.

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