Mecha Soldier's Notes

The old cat left after explaining the task, and I don't know how this buddy got out of this iron barrel-like encirclement.

In the next few hours, "Liquor Bottle" and several other brigade commanders continued to urge their mecha soldiers to launch a continuous mad attack on the second line of defense, but the Allied Army was not a vegetarian either. Withstood the attacks of the treaty army mecha soldiers, especially the advanced optical projection equipment has almost become a nightmare for all mecha soldiers. These telegraph poles are constantly changing the structure of the defense line three to four times an hour. How many mechas were buried in the phantom's trap.

There are not many electromagnetic pulse bombs that can break this predicament, and they are almost used up when attacking the first line of defense, and they have to go to the rear to pick up the goods.This is a deadly negligence, Rao "Wine Bottle" scolded his mother anxiously, the offensive had to be suspended for four to ten minutes.

The allied army, which had been bombed for more than ten hours, finally got together the attack force and launched the first counterattack in the early hours of the morning.

At that time, I was just off combat duty, and I was huddled in a temporary bunker (the barracks with optical camouflage did not keep up), and I was about to take a nap after replying to Aterina’s message, when suddenly there was a sharp siren in my ear, and I looked up again. , found that [Hotchkiss]'s huge silhouette with sharp ridges was already visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, the missile launchers installed on each mecha shot out flashes of light one after another, and rows of air-to-ground missiles dragged thick smoke towards the ground at several times the speed of sound.

"Dry!

I quickly buried my head in the bunker, and the next moment, there was a violent explosion around me, the smell of gunpowder mixed with mud was overwhelming, and the edge of the bunker also produced a violent shock that almost bounced on my nose, and the wounded wailed tragically Constantly sounding, outdated sirens also joined in the fun, adding some hysteria to the chaos.

"Fuck, run!"

In an instant, I scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the radar soldiers. I shook off the mud all over my body, rolled out of the bunker, and ran away. A direct missile strike might even save the urn.

"Da da da"

There was the scream of the mecha diving behind him, as well as the muffled sound of armored machine guns firing. The unlucky ones whose reactions were delayed by half a beat, and who hadn't had time to jump out, were immediately blasted into fresh air by large-caliber shells and simple bunkers. Meatloaf.

The explosion of the missile is still going on, there are tumbling fireballs and scattered building debris everywhere, fragments of different sizes brushed past me several times, but the density has been significantly lower than the first round, I am very puzzled because This bombing density is obviously not in line with the number of enemy planes, at most it is about a base number, and it cannot form effective kills at all. Could it be that the Allied forces also lack missiles?

Forget it, we're almost at the hangar anyway, and there's still time to think about it.

After I figured it out, I ran to the safe safe even harder.

I suddenly saw that there were several steel tanks that were about the size of an oxygen cylinder, which were too small for the size of the bomb. What was it?

The answer was quickly revealed.

The steel cylinder burst suddenly at a height of more than 400 meters from the ground. There was no flame, no shock wave or fragments, and only clouds of gray-white smoke fell down like lime.Many personnel are still crawling on the spot to avoid the bombing, and have not noticed these gadgets mixed in the explosion noise, but I feel my scalp exploded at once, I would rather see a thousand missiles in front of me The explosion is not far to see this thing.

Agent Orange, fucking Agent Orange!

When I was doing chores for the Rebel Army, they tried to use this chemical weapon of unknown origin in Viborg, planning to take out the senior officers of the Treaty Army, but I stopped it at the last moment and took away a box of samples.

When I handed over the information to Laomao, I flipped through the manual, which not only recorded the lethality of this thing in detail, but also thoughtfully matched pictures, which roughly means: downwind, it is effective against all living targets within five kilometers. Deadly killing power, just inhaling a dose of rice grains is enough to kill a cow, and the state is stable, it stays in the air for a long time, it is very difficult to remove, and it can slowly degrade at least two weeks after a release, it is an extremely insane tactical weapon .

This is only the effectiveness of the can-like small gas bombs in the hands of the rebels. Now the size of this airdrop is more than ten times larger than what I have seen. Who knows how much damage and damage radius it has.

I couldn't care about anything else anymore, I ran at the speed of a [-]-meter long-distance race, and I didn't know how many somersaults I was hit by the ruins, and I fell into a mess. The people who were hit by the gas bomb were the first to suffer. They choked their own throats as if they were going to break their necks, their eyes were as big as dead fish, and they almost burst out. Finally, they howled in pain, rolled all over the ground, and even more The frightening thing is that their skin turned into a terrible blue-purple color like the legendary monsters, and then there were cracks in them, oozing out foul-smelling pus.

I was horrified to see it. Although as a mecha soldier, I had already realized that I would hang up at any time, but this way of death was really terrible, and the completion was beyond the capacity of human beings.

Fortunately, the hangar was right in front of me, and the people inside seemed to see me coming, and immediately opened the door of the hangar to allow only one person to pass through. I was ready to rush in with great joy, but what I never expected was that, A sharp whistling overtook me and was right next to me.

"Fry, fry, fry, fry for me, don't be a boring fart."

I prayed desperately in my heart, but at this moment, the God of War finally gave me some face. I soon heard the loud noise unique to high-explosive warheads, and also felt... shock waves.

"I rely on!"

I cursed and was pushed into the hangar together with a pile of rubbish.

Patting the dust off my body, I was about to stand up and walk forward, but unexpectedly, I was hit by a guy in the stomach, almost knocked me down to my knees.

"Stop, just stand over there and don't move."

The voice of Xueba came from a distance, and I saw clearly that the people in the teaching group formed a half circle, looking at me like aliens, and the first few were holding the hollow steel pipes originally used to install the fixed frame. Staring at me.

"You are sick, you don't even know me anymore."

"You are the only one who is sick. You ran around just after you came out of the chemical weapons contaminated area, trying to kill everyone. Go to the water tank and wash it!"

Xueba scolded me, and then I remembered that there was indeed such a warning in the chemical defense class. I had to go to that position obediently and stand there.According to the textbook, this can remove 70% of the chemical gas residues without being close to the polluted area.

Who knew, instead of turning on the switch of the water tank, these guys dragged over a super-large high-pressure water gun like a python, the high-pressure water flow that can overturn stones, this guy directly washed me all over the ground, even my clothes Being washed away and flying around.

"Let's rely on..."

I screamed and rolled all over the floor in the water column, and finally got up wet, with only a pair of underwear left on my body.

"Take off that too, don't worry, we are not interested in your chrysanthemums, and the clothes that pass through the polluted area will also be disposed of."

Xueba said and threw me a bath towel and a set of military uniform. To be honest, I rarely take a shower in more than ten days, but it is quite comfortable.Xueba took out a few pills from the medicine box and threw them to me for me to swallow. Before that was over, he took out a needle tube of a particularly scary size and stuffed it to me, with a cold light in his eyes.

"If you feel nauseous, vomit, have hallucinations, etc., immediately poke this thing into the heart and inject it. There is a [-]% chance that it will save your life."

I took it nervously, and then waited with the needle in my arms. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until the 10-minute dangerous period passed.

"Grandma, the Allied Army's tactics are dark enough. They are afraid that the missiles will not kill us, so they even used poison gas bombs."

I scolded, but I didn't complain about the national convention, because this thing itself was initiated by the Allied Army, and now the boss is playing hooligans and shameless, it's a strange thing that this sour text will still be effective.

Xueba has a pensive expression.

"No, this missile doesn't seem to be used for killing, it seems that the Allied forces are trying to cover up something."

The lunatic sneered.

"It's too funny to cover up your fart, take off all your clothes and try to pretend to be innocent."

"Maybe they want to take body portraits, but that's not the point, the most important thing is..."

Before Xueba finished talking, the closed door of the hangar was opened again, and then a dusty ball rolled in. We took a closer look and it turned out to be a fat picture. I was still worried about this, but I didn’t expect it This kid's life is also quite tough, and at first glance, he seems to be holding something in his hand.

"Oh, I brought today's breakfast, let's eat together."

Fat Tu shook the things in his arms happily. It turned out that it was a dusty suitcase with stacks of lunch boxes inside. The box kicked into the corner.

"Fart, you dare to eat things from the polluted area, you are not afraid of genetic mutations and become Iron Man!"

In fact, it should be Spider-Man, and Iron Man is a do-it-yourself tech nerd, but no one is in the mood to spit out this joke, and immediately drove the disappointed Fat Tu to take a bath and disinfect it.

After finally cleaning up, Tieniu assembled everyone and decisively issued instructions:

"Now the damage to the entire army is unknown. Before confirming the contamination of the stored food, all food, supplies, and drinking water on the surface cannot be touched. All emergency food in stock should be eaten."

In order to prevent nuclear, biological, chemical and other situations where it is difficult to obtain supplies from the outside, the hangar generally has a certain amount of emergency food. The standard storage capacity of the field hangar is enough for us to eat for twelve days, which is enough, but this kind of The food that has been stored for many years is definitely not something that people like.

"Boss, do you mean... from now on, we will all eat D-size dry food?"

"Yeah, that's it."

We couldn't help swallowing saliva neatly, and greasy oxtail soup, concrete-like compressed biscuits, idle bacon jerky, and nutritious drinks like washing pot water suddenly appeared in my mind.

It's over, this day can't go on.