Mecha Soldier's Notes

The next thing is fighting, continuous fighting.

Less than ten hours after Mr. Cai left, the Allied forces swarmed in and launched a tsunami-like round of attacks. Our days returned to the previous state: bombing, eating, bombing, sleeping, bombing... There was no end to it. Occasionally, when the aviation mecha soldiers of the group army were too busy, they had to take on air defense tasks. Working overtime all night became commonplace, and even ensuring two hours of sleep became a luxury.

Nervous, boring, fatigued, dangerous.That was all part of our life that week, during which we were barely more than ten steps away from our landlines, and everyone smelled like rotten rags.

In the second week, we ushered in another unwelcome guest in our life. Although this thing is colorless, odorless, invisible and qualityless, it is unknown whether it belongs to this space, but our dislike for it is even Far surpassed the previous four brothers.

Its name is Nightmare.

"what!"

I was woken up for the second time in the night, sweating profusely, like I was fished out of the water.

I don’t know how others are. Anyway, my dream recently has gradually completed the transition from a horror style to a weird style. For example, I just dreamed that I returned home inexplicably, and my mother complained as always to help me wash my dirty clothes. I took it off to wash, and then I rushed into the long-awaited bathtub with a bath towel on. It was quite refreshing at first, but soon I found that the water in the bathtub was bubbling, and finally It turned dark red, and smelled like blood. I rushed out of the bathroom in shock, just in time to see my mother rubbing clothes on the balcony, and as soon as I rubbed it, a bright red blood arrow shot out... ..

The pale cold moon hangs half in the night sky, and everyone else is sleeping like a dead pig. They were not awakened by my scream, probably because this nightmare interfered with my thinking. I subconsciously took out my pcp and wanted to call home , but when I opened the address book, I was stunned and didn't know what to do.

What should I say, is it my son, I am hacking and killing at the forefront of the world war, or is there already a comrade-in-arms around me who has been beaten and disabled, maybe I will be the next one?

Of course you can't say anything.

Facts have proved that not every legion leader is a bastard like Londnev. The mechs and supplies we lost were replenished as soon as we arrived in Rotor Town, and even the commendation telegram from the headquarters was the first to arrive. The time has come, but we are active officers of the Republic of China, and we cannot be promoted to military ranks, so we have to use medals and electrification of the whole army as rewards. It should be said that our battlefield performance has won the respect of the whole army.

But we didn’t feel much relief. Under the huge mental pressure, we all felt more and more difficult to support, almost suffocated by the spiritual noose, and the more we fought, the more empty our hearts became—why do we do this here? To fight an unrelated army in a strange land?

Exiting the newsletter directory, I opened the newsletter book and began to browse, and it was no surprise that I saw a message from Aterina on the first article:

"Chen Xiang, are you okay? Yesterday I saw intelligence reports that all the outlying positions of Königsberg had been lost, and the troops under it had been compressed into the area around the city center. Your outskirts are the three armies of the Allied Army. strength, and reinforcements of about four divisions of the Confederate Army are on the way. You must be having a hard time now, after all, you are such a powerful enemy, and you are people who have nothing to do with this war...."

The following is another long narrative of seven or eight hundred words, but I don’t know why, this time I patiently read this paragraph of text bit by bit, and then I did something that made me feel incredible—open On the letter writing interface, start replying messages.

"It should be said that it was very bad. The battle was very miserable. Just today, the Allied forces sent heavy troops to attack the No. 702 highland. We attacked three times and lost hundreds of tons of ammunition, almost blowing up the entire mountain. But the 702 Highland No. [-] was still lost, and all the mecha battalions that participated in the defense were completely dead. The wine bottle refused to accept it, and another battalion was sent to try to counterattack with a night attack. We couldn't even sleep, so we hung cluster bombs all night , but I didn't expect the Allied forces to overwhelm a regiment of mechas in just a few hours, with more guns and more guns, and the fire control system is much stronger than that of the Treaty Army. There is almost no difference between fighting at night and during the day. A battalion sent by the bottle was knocked off half of the door without even touching the door. The big head's landline was also blown off with a leg and almost couldn't come back. The Xueba who cooperated with the attack was also shot. Pulling shrapnel in the hospital... Although no one has died so far, I don't know when this kind of thing will come, and I don't know who it will come to. Maybe it's an iron bull, maybe it's a lunatic, Maybe it's the big head, maybe it's anyone in the teaching team, there's nothing more annoying than this ghostly thing."

After waiting for 30 seconds, Aterina's message came back, the content was very short, only a few words.

"Are you afraid of death? Chen Xiang."

I simply go back to the past two words:

"nonsense."

In the early morning of the next day, when I got up from the bed shaking my head and was about to go to the hangar to tidy up the mecha, a man stopped me at the door. I recognized him as the handsome lieutenant of Jiubozi. After "slapping" him twice, we haven't seen him in the barracks for a long time.

"Captain Chen, our officer would like to discuss something with you, can you please visit me?"

The adjutant said politely that the previous arrogance was gone.

Although I don't like this guy very much, but his clients are n-level older than me, and if he refuses to go casually, he will be invited to eat peanuts.

"If the chief needs it, he can just order it directly. Why be so polite."

I muttered something.

The adjutant's face became embarrassed, but he still ordered his men to drive the jeep over.

As soon as I ran out of the camp, I felt that something was wrong, because the jeep did not run to the brigade headquarters in the town, but rushed directly onto the road and went straight to the city center. What surprised me even more was that the jeep made seven turns on the street. The last docking location turned out to be the Army Command!

"Hey, long time no see, Captain, how are you doing recently?"

Lieutenant General Ossonski, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, greeted me. After more than ten days, we were both haggard and ugly, and this guy is still so strong.

"It's not good, I've been busy every day and haven't repaired it yet."

I yawned.

Lieutenant General Ossonski laughed, and then signaled to the adjutant who was like a stake behind me.

"That's it, Second Lieutenant, I did receive the colonel's materials, just tell him I'm satisfied."

The handsome adjutant led the order out tactfully, and there were only the two of us left in the huge office. Lieutenant General Ossonski tapped a half-drunk bottle of rum on the table.

"How about some first, Captain, your spirits don't look very good."

"Thank you sir."

I unceremoniously picked up the wine bottle and took a big gulp. The cold irritating liquid made me shiver, and my spirit improved a little.

At this moment, the lieutenant general suddenly asked:

"I heard that you had the experience of cosplaying a gray smile in China?"

Those words almost made me spray a cavity of liquid all over his face.

"It's not the chief cosplayer. It's just that I drove someone else's mecha crazy, and was rescued in the end. It's not a particularly honorable deed."

"Hehe, under the tight azimuth firepower of the Satsuma Army, the average person can't be crazy enough to damage a heavy-loaded ship." The lieutenant general shook a report in his hand, "Although I read your recent Operation data, but I still can't help but want to ask, did you really kill the 'horn'?"

"Yes, sir."

I directly confirmed that the current way of talking makes me very uncomfortable.

"If you have anything to say directly to the officer, don't waste your alcohol."

"Hehe, you really are a cheerful person, come with me."

As soon as Lieutenant General Ossonski pressed the corner of his desk and walked out of the office, I quickly followed him. Along the way, guards kept saluting him. Standing beside him, I felt a sense of pride.

"Accurately, I intend to let you continue your own work?"

"What?"

"Just continue to cosplay gray smile."

As soon as this remark came out, I was terrified. What a joke, I finally got rid of the bad identity of Gray Smile, and now someone wants me to hang it back, and I am also the chief of the Treaty Army. It is too nonsense.

"Sir, don't make jokes. Although my skills are a little better than ordinary mech soldiers, how can I be so good that I will be exposed as soon as I fight."

I really can't imagine that such a bad idea was uttered by a general.

"Technology is enough. I've seen the combat video. Your combat style is quite similar to Gray Smile. They are all rushing and fighting. As long as you look good enough, as for the record, I will teach the people in the group later." Take a breath, let them help you brush together, as long as there is a score, it will be credited to your account."

Stealing other people's records, this is a deed that lacks eight lifetimes of great virtue, and this matter is too dirty.

"Master....sir, but it's meaningless. This number is always exchanged for the record..."

"Nonsense, why is it meaningless? Why don't I take you around a few times in other military camps later? Now everyone's morale is low. Many people hurt themselves before starting the battle. They took their positions to avoid the battle. Some The Central Asia team even spread rumors that we were going to be abandoned and sacrificed as cannon fodder, and it was going to be reversed at any time. If I don’t set an example at this time, how can I cheer up these impotent guys.”

"Is it that serious?"

I was taken aback. I thought the situation of the teaching regiment was bad enough, but I didn't expect the situation of the army headquarters to be even worse.

"That's it. Forget it. This matter is considered to be my order. If you do it, you have to do it. If you don't do it, you have to do it. If you mess up, be careful that I will punish you."

When I got to a place where no one was around, the lieutenant general showed his fierce face for an instant, and he had to bow his head under the eaves. I had to squeeze my nose and reluctantly agree, thinking that I can do whatever I want when I go back.

A few minutes later, we went down to a small underground hangar. The hangar is not big, just like three or four mechas. Now there is a special model [Il] standing upright there. I always I feel that something is wrong with this thing, but I can't say it.

"Oh, this is the mecha you will use in the future. The avionics and weapon systems have been enhanced, but the operation is basically similar to your [Ilml]."

I looked up and down, and immediately jumped up:

"Damn it, what the hell is this? [Il] and [Garland] are so different. Using this thing to play a gray smile, you won't even believe it!"

"Oh, don't worry, I asked a technician to engrave that smiling face with the strictest dimensions based on photos and video data. It must be exactly the same as the original."

"It's the same thing. How is this similar? Do people with multiple smiling faces think you are a gray smile? Are you kidding me boss, the mecha soldiers of the Allied Army are neither blind nor brain-dead, this is too messed up! "

"Ah, it's okay, just use it as it is, just treat it as familiar, maybe they will get used to it after watching it."

"Why do you look familiar, it's almost like being blind."

Facing this boss with a weak brain, I was completely at a loss.Forget it, [Il] is just [Il], anyway, it’s not because of embarrassing me.