Mecha Soldier's Notes

() On February 084, [-], the first Stanwell War ended.

Although on the surface there was no direct armed conflict between the Allied Forces and the Treaty Forces, due to various obvious and dark factors, this battle was also regarded as an outpost for the next larger war.

The way wars end is peace talks.

But peace talks are not an arena for a fair contest.

It is like a balance, it can only balance the interests of both parties when the chips of both sides are balanced, but the reality at that time was that Stanwell State lost 50% of the army and 30% of the land, which was equivalent to The three-year domestic budget has lost 11% of the population, and they have no license to fight. On the contrary, the treaty army just rolled up their sleeves a little, showing off the muscles cultivated in ten years of military reform.

The power gap is too great.

So the negotiation turned into a one-sided unilateral cutting game from the very beginning. A few days later, a large "Bregarden People's Alliance" puppet country was suddenly born from the map. Land ceded by the Confederacy.

But unfortunately, my retirement time is still in the foreseeable future, because 23 Jaeger regiments including the [-]th regiment issued a joint statement, announcing that they would "continue to fight until the last drop of blood" when boycotting the peace talks.So the Treaty Army immediately stated that it would "severely crack down on the rebels", and the Confederate Army stated that it would "resolutely support the people's war of freedom". As for the Confederate government... I haven't heard from them for a long time since that day.

Although the noise outside is turned upside down, my little life hasn't changed much.Study, sum up, and be stabbed; study again, summarize again, and be stabbed again... There is no more to play.

This unlucky situation didn't end until the afternoon of NO.17.

I was dreaming when Mikel called me, a big nightmare to be exact.

I dreamed that time has passed countless countless years, and I have a lot of beards, skinny, haggard, dull eyes, squatting on the ground with a broken sack on my body, flipping through small books, holding a knife and masturbating myself, while feeling melancholy Looking up at the blue sky, the background is a big bloody slogan: Kneeling for a fight.

"Hey, wake up, what are you doing, you can't stop talking while sleeping."

Mikel opened the cockpit from the outside and pushed me awake, so I was back in the real world in a daze.

"Have a mission?"

"Well, get the mecha ready and go to Dunmore to get it... I'll go, what is this?"

Mikel looked at the picture on the cockpit and couldn't close his mouth for a long time. I rubbed my eyes and looked. Jacques' torso could not be pulled out of the cockpit, and was directly blown up by the wingman's two air-to-air missiles.

"Oh, it's just practice, I made a mistake."

I cut out the picture at random, but Mikel's mouth opened wider and wider, as if he wanted to eat people.

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that, I meant that you are practicing level 2 simulation?"

"Yeah, you know this?"

"Please, don't look at us as the most unpopular tank soldiers, but we still use the general training standards of the Allied Army. Although the types are different, the division should be the same,"

Speaking of the past, Mikel couldn't help but smiled distressedly.

"Oh, how many levels should the general mecha soldiers of the Allied Army be able to fight?"

"Ahem, that's not the point, if you insist..."

Before Mikel finished speaking, Hubbert yelled as if he wanted to kill someone:

"Damn, let me tell you why people are so slow, procrastinating and messing around, hurry up!"

The two of us quickly stopped talking, and I immediately retracted into the cockpit to start the mech, but was stopped by Mikel.

"Stop, stop, aviation fuel is very expensive now, this box in your hand is the last stock in the base, please don't use it indiscriminately."

"Then what the hell should I do? Do you want me to carry it on my back?"

"Nonsense, of course not."

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So I got on the "bull cart" - the "Frank" multi-purpose armored transport vehicle officially code-named sst-19.

A super awesome means of transportation.

A person sits in a heavy transportation tool that is more than 20 meters long and eight meters high, and consists of 82 tons of metal. The twisted thrill of life and death.

"I didn't expect the treaty army to support things like you."

I was surprised to say that if I remember correctly, this thing has only been equipped with the Alliance and Treaty armies in the last two years, and it is a new type of weapon that only elite troops can get. I didn't expect to see it in this remote area.

"No, it's not the supplies of the Treaty Army." Mikel knocked on an inconspicuous imprint on the corner of the window, "Some 'good-hearted people' provided a prototype vehicle for testing. After we submitted the usage data, they No matter what, the result is that there are no parts, no maintenance, no maintenance, and it burns a lot of oil when it is driven, and then it is thrown into the warehouse to accumulate dust."

I noticed that the imprint was actually about the size of a one-yuan coin, an exquisite silver-gray fox with a big tail, curled up in a corner, staring at us two humans coldly.

Even the lowest level ordinary people, I also know the meaning of this imprint.

"The Rhodes family?"

I frowned and said the name of this big chaebol known for its mystery and cunning.

The owner of the industrial group "Leo", the largest arms supplier to the Confederate Army, one of the largest capital controllers on Wall Street, a low-key rich man, a nest of vixens... Various attractive elements make up this family in the public eye. Everything in my impression, but which members of this family, which industries, and even whether the patriarch is male or female are unknown xyz.

"Yeah, the distribution channel was spread to us on the second day of the war. The asking price is extremely expensive, and you can't buy it in small batches. It's a good time to get black-hearted money." Mikel gritted his teeth in hatred, "nainai's, jian All businessmen will die in a bad way."

I immediately nodded in firm support.

The heavy-duty transport vehicle stopped at a small port similar to an old-century fishing port. I stepped on the pedals and jumped out of the vehicle and stepped into a muddy field. I saw a few dilapidated small houses scattered around. The air was so pure that I couldn’t smell it. The most common smell of fishery life, only a few seabirds are lazily flying over the sea, obviously this place has been abandoned for a long time.

There is a small boat with a displacement of about 1 tons, which looks like a small fishing boat, and a middle-aged man in a leather jacket who looks a bit wretched is standing by the side of the port and waiting.The convoy braked together and stopped. At the same time, the two medium-sized transport vehicles following behind opened the rear doors, and jumped off two [Deshka 2] and one [Deshka [-]] to form a triangle formation for defense.

Harbert jumped out of the car and went up to negotiate, and a dozen of us followed up with our heads held high, quite like the two big brothers meeting in a gangster movie to divide the territory.

"I didn't expect that your army would still persist in fighting when the entire Confederate government had succumbed to power. This spirit of fighting for freedom is admirable."

The man gave a flattering compliment and showed his big yellow teeth... oh god, the hamburger he ate this morning is still stuck in his front teeth.

"The people of Stanville will not surrender to violence, they will fight to the last drop of blood, and thank you for your country's support for the just cause of our army. Your country's friendship will always be remembered in the hearts of all Stanwell people and will be immortal forever. "

Hubbert had a stern face, responding to the other party's nonsense with nonsense. I knew the reason for his stinky face, because even I, who only took warehousing courses in college, could see that this boat no matter what Can't hold much supplies.

"I'm very sorry, because our country is also actively preparing for war. Although His Excellency the President has ordered us to do our best to provide supplies, it is still difficult to meet the needs of all the rebels. Please forgive me."

Big Yellow Fang squeezed out a very fake smile and explained.

"It doesn't matter, if you can provide supplies, it is already the greatest help."

Hubbert frowned, and still signaled to [Deshka 1] in the two police rings to take a few people to unload the goods. When Big Yellow Fang went to open the warehouse, Hubbert turned his head and said to us quietly:

"Damn it, these bastards just don't want to waste too much on us. These bureaucrats think that as long as we can tickle the Slavic bastards, they will be satisfied."

"But Battalion Commander, this won't work. Most of our supplies were destroyed in an air strike last time, and this time there are only a few things... Our fuel and ammunition are only enough to last one battle. If the treaty forces launch A large-scale battle puts us in a very dangerous position."

Mikel said awkwardly.

"I know, I know, but what else can I do, go back to the base and find a solution with the regiment leader."

Hubbert took off his hat and scratched at his dirty hair in distress, obviously he had no better idea.

I'm not very interested in this kind of internal affairs, so I said hello, turned around and went back to the landline in the compartment, ready to continue my simulation training.

The moment I walked down the ladder to the car, I heard a scream and a scream from outside, but these were soon overshadowed by an ominous roar.

What's wrong with this?

"boom"

A huge explosion sounded suddenly, and I was almost shaken off the ladder, my foot slipped, and my ribs hit the hard steel frame, causing terrific pain.I cursed, and quickly climbed out of the car to wait and see.

I saw two "big birds" circling in the sky, and the buildings around the convoy were completely unrecognizable by the shock waves and debris, but I looked to the left and saw that something was missing... I'll go, the ship, the ship that delivers supplies asshole!

I looked again, and now there are only some burning and scattered wreckage floating there. Although I don't know what happened to the people who went in, I know very well that the luck of the Jaeger Corps is not here this time. The tragedy lasted forever, and all the life-saving supplies were quickly reimbursed!