Mecha Soldier's Notes

() The air-raid shelter is not a place conducive to physical and mental health.

I remember when I was a child, I used to play in an abandoned civilian air-raid shelter, and I almost couldn’t get out. The first feeling was how deep it was, the second feeling was how boring it was, and the third feeling was that it was really a place where people didn’t live.Although military air-raid shelters are far more well-equipped than civilian ones, it is hard to erase the oppressive feeling of a cat in a limited space like a mouse hole, especially a rat hole made of reinforced concrete.

A room of more than 100 square meters has become the temporary residence of the teaching group. Although the bunk beds are used, the grade is much higher than that of the university dormitory. At least there are air conditioners and computers (four in a room, which are relatively new) ), there is an automatic laundry room and drying room, plus a three-proof fully enclosed conveyor belt, and automatic robots regularly disinfect and clean.

But one problem brought about by high automation is that our work is only eating and sleeping.

"Hey, why do I get more and more upset the more I look at you?"

"Damn, it's such a coincidence, I've already been upset with you, come on, why don't we go out and practice."

"Success, one-on-one, don't use guys and don't call people."

Then the roar of the Iron Bull Boss resounded through the sky like thunder.

"Damn it, believe it or not, I'll kill you two together!"

After watching the drama that the idlers have to perform every day, I turned my head and continued to browse the webpage. If it’s okay when the weather is calm, at least I can use the wireless network to log in to the Internet to check information, but once I fight...

"呲呲"

The shock of the explosion penetrated 200 meters deep into the ground, and we could only look up at the fallen cement slag, praying that it was not a ground-penetrating bomb that fell on our heads. What is disturbing is that the frequency of bombing has changed in the past two days. It is getting higher and higher, from one frying a day to three fryings a day, and finally there is even supper in the morning, noon and evening after the frying.

This situation is very bad, which means that the republican movement in the base has been completely suppressed.

The contact between me and the Vyborg Shotgun Team on the ground was maintained intermittently. From their mouths, I learned that the situation of the battle was not bad, but terrible: After understanding the weakness of the Republican Army's lack of equipment, Satsuma The army began to use a large formation of more than [-] aircraft to attack. The strength of the escort alone is more than twice that of all our families. As soon as they see the organisms take off, they will rush down in groups to entangle them desperately. How can the mercenaries rush left and right? To no avail, the results were slight and the losses huge.

Generally speaking, this kind of dialogue ends with "Captain, is there anything you can do?".

Method?My most intuitive reaction is to look at the ri date on pcp, and then pinch my fingers to calculate how many days, hours, minutes, and seconds until our order arrives!

This kind of life went on until three days before the delivery. During that time, a typhoon suddenly blew up on the sea, and the Satsuma Army's operations were forced to suspend. We were finally able to climb up and breathe.

As soon as we came up, we were all stunned by the tragic destruction on the ground: more than 30 buildings of all sizes were destroyed, and most of them were blown up to only a scorched shell. The road was nowhere to be found, and all kinds of charred wreckage were thrown on the road, and the members inside were also thrown in the car, because they had been completely burnt together with the car shell and could not be decomposed.

It was as if the end of the world had just been experienced.

We walked dizzily on the ruins until we met an officer whose head was covered with gauze, and hurried up to ask him where the canteen was.

"The guy from the teaching group?"

The officer gave us a cold look, and we nodded.

"roll!"

The coldness in his eyes turned into fury, he shouted in a low and hoarse voice, and then limped away.

We were scolded inexplicably when we first came out, and we were suddenly depressed.

"Damn, what are you doing, you took gunpowder!"

Fat Tu said dissatisfiedly, and the big head quickly smoothed things over.

"Forget it, I just got hurt and I'm in a bad mood."

We continued to circle around, and it took a long time to find a field cooking vehicle that was improvised by a broken wall. A group of disheveled and filthy soldiers were lined up, and after receiving their share of food, they went to bed wearily. Sitting down to eat, many people fell asleep without taking a few bites.

We're clean as aliens by comparison.

We also lined up honestly, but I always feel that with our appearance, the surrounding atmosphere is getting more and more wrong: some people are chewing while aiming at us, some are drinking soup while aiming at us, some People simply stared at us without doing anything, with cold eyes.

I was first in line, and when it was finally my turn, the cook didn't give me a meal bag, but threw a spoonful of stewed potatoes in my face, accompanied by a swearing.

"Damn it, you idiots are too embarrassed to come and beg for food!"

There was a hot tingling sensation all over my face, but compared to this one, I was more shocked. To be honest, there were many times when I was labeled as a "big bucket". Yes, but I never dreamed that I would be given this hat by the republicans.

"call"

The lunatic first jumped up like an enraged bulldog, kicked the cook in the face, then fell to the ground and beat him violently with his fists, until his face was covered with flowers.

"Damn, what did you say? Say it again, if you have the guts, say it again for me!"

"Fuck, just say it," the cook raised his bloody face desperately, as if he wanted to bite a lunatic, "If you have the guts, go and beat the Samos, every day we are risking our lives and sacrificing, what the hell are you doing?" What are you doing, hiding in the air-raid shelter is nothing. And you are not a hero, so show us!"

The lunatic was stupid, I was stupid, and the people in the teaching group were all stupid. Now we finally understand the chill of those hostile eyes along the way.

That is contempt for those who are struggling to survive.

In the end, I forgot how I escaped from there. Anyway, those soldiers followed us for a long time with cold eyes, and it was not over until we fled back to the air-raid shelter.

The whole day everyone was silent, neither eating nor talking, just lying on the bed looking up at the dome of the air-raid shelter, like a group of dying people, even the always energetic Iron Bull had no motivation and was listless I don't want to control anything.

After dinner, I took the time to sneak to the hangar of the Viborg Shotgun United. I found that the situation here was not much better than that on the ground. Various tools were scattered on the ground, and the wreckage of a [Garand] was lying on the ground. Waiting to be dismantled on the ground, while the two [Garand] on the side were in a half-kneeling posture, waiting for organ donation from their compatriots. Dayton] The two aircraft are also lifting out the severely damaged outer armor, leaving only two skeleton racks full of pipelines.

Among all the machines, only one [Garand] and one [Shileka] can be said to be relatively intact, but they are also full of scars, and even the painting is not complete.

"Hey, Captain, I'm here to inspect the work."

Hugo was lighting a cigarette, his hair was lying vertically, his handsome face was full of fatigue, he forced a smile at me when he saw me coming over.

"Well, sort of, is it that bad?"

Even I feel like asking nonsense.

"It's pretty bad," Hugo exhaled a smoke ring and smiled wryly, "Those Samoyed bastards are so cunning, every time dozens of them come over, we have to use high-speed raids, one blow The way to escape is to take a bite and run away. Although four or five units were shot down, the loss is still not small. Two days ago, Maxine’s body was shot down, so I had to erect it here as a spare part. You have also seen the status of the other machines. Not only maintenance, but also insufficient time for maintenance. It is estimated that it will fall apart after two more flights.

I frowned tightly, I didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

"How about the personnel, are there any casualties?"

"One died in the forced landing, one was shattered by shells in the air battle, and the rest were injured, not serious, but...but they were all brothers who fought together, so they are gone!"

Hugo moaned in pain, and breathed out the smoke.

At this time, Hitler came over with a lunch box in his hands, with a look of sadness on his face.

"Captain, although we use money to do things, it doesn't mean that we have to risk our lives. What do you think we should do?"

I gritted my teeth.

To be honest, there is a sense of guilt for taking the lives of his subordinates.

"Everyone, hold on a little bit, the new body will arrive in two or three days, and then I will ask that bastard Chen Tianmin for more mental damage and processing fees."

"Hehe, I hope so, I want double."

<abis。”

I was shocked. When we were in the military academy, although it was strictly prohibited, there were still some students secretly smoking this low-end drug that was popular in the old century.We didn't know what new stuff it was at the beginning, so we bought a small batch and lit it up to play with, but Captain Hu, who was inspecting the wards, recognized it.

"Oh, I can't help it. For a whole week, I only slept for an hour a day, and it was all supported by this thing."

Hitler explained with a wry smile.

I am speechless.

After returning to the air-raid shelter, I briefly described the whole situation to Edith who was thousands of kilometers away. I didn’t directly express my feelings, but I think Edith should be able to understand if she is not an idiot. She understands what we are doing now. A maddeningly difficult situation.

There was only a deep breathing sound on the other end of the microphone. It was Edith's breathing, and it was also the breathing of the current head of the Crasso family. It seemed that an indescribable emotion was brewing in her heart.

Finally, she answered me lightly.

"Okay, the machine body will be delivered the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Thank you."

"It's okay, you must be careful."

"Well, don't worry." ps: [-] words were contributed to the experiment report, so that's all for today...

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