Mecha Soldier's Notes

I go home a lot.

From elementary school to high school, I was a standard day student. I didn’t start my dormitory career until I got into college, and I would go home for every day and every day in college, and I would even find time to go home when there was a sports meeting for three days. The frequency is second to none among contemporary college students.

But never has it felt like this.

The air strikes of the Satsuma army have not stopped for a day, because there is no full-scale declaration of war, so these guys have not attacked civilian facilities for the time being, but the arrangement of the trains has been greatly affected, the number of trains is pitifully small, and there are often delays. The tickets I booked are even worse. I simply postponed it until twelve o'clock in the evening, but this arrangement is just what I want.

The result was similar to what I calculated. When I got home, it was not yet three o'clock in the morning, and the whole community was in a deep sleep. My parents should still be in deep sleep.I sneaked upstairs, opened the door with my key, and carefully avoided obstacles of all sizes from my memory without making any movement.

It seems that the skills I have practiced before have not fallen.

Time seemed to turn back in an instant. I seemed to see myself playing online games all night during the summer vacation. I couldn’t help but sneak out of the room in the second half of the night, urinating and pouring boiling water to find snacks.

It is also similar to what I calculated, the door of the bedroom is closed tightly, and the sound of my father snoring like a sea tide can be heard from time to time.

Everything seems to be the same as usual.

If I take off the outfit, it really doesn't make a difference.

A strong sense of grief surged to the top of my head, I put my whole body weight on my knees and knelt down, kowtowed three times in front of the bedroom door, paused to stare at the door, and kowtowed three more times.

After finishing all this, I exited as silently as when I came, and then re-boarded the bus two hours later and returned to the base.

At this time, I have been sneaking out of the team for almost a day. According to the communication efficiency of this information age, no matter how confidential the news of the Krasso family’s breach of contract, it should have already spread to the teaching team and the Vyborg Shooters United. Then how will everyone discuss this? thing?Sorry, I don't know and don't want to think about it.In any case, I didn't go back to the air-raid shelter or the hangar. It should be said that no one who has a face will go back.

I skirted the patrol post, sneaked into a container lying across the hangar, scanned the interior, and was relieved to notice that no one was there.

Due to the continuous battle wear and tear, the miscellaneous wreckage in the container has been reduced a lot, only [Garland] with a miserable smile is still sitting in the old position.The oil stains on the machine body have been cleaned by chemical solutions, and the tattered outer armor has also been replaced. It looks brand new.What surprised me even more was that the missile launchers on the mecha had been loaded with live ammunition, and a lot of firearms had been thrown away in random order.

Because all the work is carried out secretly in the container, to be honest, under the premise of not being able to use large-scale engineering equipment, it is beyond my expectation to be able to do this to this extent.

Standing in front of this special [Garand], I couldn't help but be filled with emotion. It was with this machine that I fought in the air for the first time, was shot down for the first time, and won a notorious nickname for the first time. It was on TV for the first time........I have flown all kinds of mechas and fought all kinds of mechas, but now I have to do the last time with this oldest machine attack.

Because it begins and it ends, it seems to have completed a big cycle of reincarnation.

"Go, old friend."

I took a deep breath and said to the smiling face with a straight face.

Light up the avionics equipment, run the engine, release the unlocking handle... The whole set of starting actions are completed within four to five seconds, as proficient as operating your own hands and feet.

At this time, the door of the container opened suddenly, and I couldn't see who was coming because of the backlight, but I clearly saw that guy's body froze.I simply stepped on the pedal, and the nozzles of [Garand] made a terrifying explosive sound, and the body broke through the top of the container, killing the high altitude with the power output ignoring the fuel consumption, and the figure of that guy was quickly sucked in off the ground, never to be seen again.

[Garland] Rolled half a circle and changed the course. The blue flames danced and flew in the night sky with the movement of the mecha, illuminating the scars on the armor and the rampant smile on the mask. The flowing fire scattered and wrapped the body, looking like a phoenix that had been nirvana from the ashes.

"go!"

I yelled and stepped on the pedal, driving the body to rage with maximum power.

The target is the Satsuma fleet that is still swimming at sea at night.

According to my previous experience, I lowered the flying altitude to below 50 meters. The night and the water spray made the vision worse this time. Except for various sensors, there is almost nothing to believe. So even if I plunge into the sea as a torpedo, or a guy hits a battleship as a human anti-ship missile, no one will remind me like last time.

Fortunately, I'm used to it, I'm used to fighting alone.

Based on the previous experience, while using the counter to estimate the difference based on my feeling, I made up the ten-second countdown in my heart for the pull-up time that was about to reach the end.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one, get up!"

The g-force came violently, and the field of vision expanded at an alarming speed. Almost at the same time, I felt overwhelming flames shooting towards me.

The radar flickered and jumped out the number of enemy troops - four battleships.

Eeeodas flickered for a moment, and jumped out of the zoomed-in image of the ships—three ocean-going combat ships and one heavy-duty ship.

According to the textbook, to attack a fleet of this size, at least ten assault mechas and twenty or more aviation mechas are required, and it is necessary to attack from more than three directions together to achieve a certain effect.

But now the attacker is ridiculously weak-only one person and one machine.

But I am not afraid, it should be said that I have nothing to be afraid of now!

"boom boom"

Anti-aircraft missiles exploded one after another in the airspace, spewing cocoon-breaking connecting rods as dense as fireworks, and 180mm heavy bombs continued to fly through the air, and armor-piercing grenades with radio proximity fuzes burst into hell-like fireballs !

"Ow!"

I roared like an excited vicious dog, pulled the joystick horizontally and vertically with the most violent range, and drove [Garand] to draw a nearly acute-angled track, flying against the fire net formed by the armor-piercing connecting rods. step forward.

"boom blah blah"

The armor made a loud sound of being shot, and the armor damage on the [-]D image quickly turned green.

g force, impact, g force, momentum......

Two powerful physical and chemical energies penetrated fiercely into the cockpit, even wearing anti-G suits, it was difficult to counteract it. Then I remembered that the shock absorber of [Garand] had been broken by an iron bull as early as in Viborg , it seems that the people of the Viborg Shooters United didn't have time to repair this bad part.

An armor-piercing connecting rod slanted directly on the cockpit armor from above and detonated, almost blowing the cockpit out of the mech. Flowing wildly from the nostrils.

"Fuck you!"

My eyes were reddened by the severe pain, I roared like crazy, and inserted into the inner circle of the fleet's defense line along a gap.

Looking at the fire control menu, each launcher can use two sets of six "Red Arrow-10" heavy air-to-surface missiles in each launcher. It does not have anti-ship combat performance, but with a static armor penetration depth of [-]mm, it is also quite lethal to the armor of battleship-level targets.

But the range is too short, only seven kilometers, less than a fraction of an anti-ship missile.

Then come closer, come closer!

The 57mm automatic gun and the [-]mm Gatling cannon also fired crazily here, because I was the only one, so the Samo warship could concentrate its firepower here without any scruples.My field of vision was completely covered by the torrential rain of stray bullets, and every piece of armor in the body made the tearing sound of being shot and damaged. I even had the illusion that I had been smashed to pieces.

The armor made a tragic shattering sound, and the armor damage on the [-]D image quickly turned yellow.

"Come on, come on, hit this way!"

I roared and accelerated my charge, and soon [Garland]'s dual shoulder nozzles and armor were destroyed, so I could only transfer all the output to the back thrusters, and wobbled toward the A heavily guarded heavy ship.

"Idiot, why can't you beat me!

"Fuck, it's coming, it's coming!"

"Eight frames, zoom in on the image... This... Isn't this a gray smile, it should have been killed, why is it here!"

"Whatever he is, kill him, kill him! Don't let him get close to the flagship!"

The radio waves with frantic emotions were beating among the ships, causing people to have a splitting headache.

"bang bang bang"

All the launch tubes were opened together, and I first fired four air-to-air missiles to induce each automatic cannon to attack, and then released the six most powerful trumpets in one breath, and finally I drove the mecha under the seat, It seems to be transformed into a huge shell galloping after the missile's wake!

Three of the four air-to-air missiles were intercepted, and one exploded directly on the shell of the heavy-loaded ship, and the outer armor was blown apart.

Six air-to-ground missiles were intercepted, and five exploded on the hull of the heavy-duty ship, and the outer armor and part of the base armor were blown to pieces.

[Garland] Erected the damaged shoulder armor plate, put on the last engine energy storage, and slammed into the bullet hole that was still in the gunpowder smoke!

"boom"

The broken and damaged armor plate was completely destroyed, and the unstable [Garland] directly hit the inner wall on the other side and fell to the ground.

"cut!"

The projected image squeaked a few times before recovering. I drove the body to stand up slowly after falling badly. This round of crazy breakthroughs completely damaged the armor belt that [Garand] had just repaired. , the most intuitive display is that the entire [-]D image turns red.

"drop!"

The sound of the siren woke me up a bit. In front of me was a large interior space filled with complicated pipelines, machines, and... mechs.The models are all [Garland] that I am familiar with, and the paint is blue and white commonly used by the Satsuma Army. There are four or five units in a circle, fixed on an electromagnetic catapult like a revolver magazine, and there are also guns on both sides of the bulkhead. The first standby body is fixed, it seems correct, this is the interior of the heavy-duty ship.

At this time, the space was already in chaos, the red alarm lights rendered the interior like a ghost cave, ant-like mechanics ran around with their heads in their arms, and from time to time there were a few stubborn mecha soldiers desperately going to various places. The mechas ran, trying to fire them up.

I couldn't help sneering, okay, how do I kill them next?

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