Mecha Soldier's Notes

() On the third day of school, I noticed a strange rumor spreading among the students.

Not only the bear students who drink and eat meat are rumored privately, but even the herbivorous rabbits who have always been mavericks are discussing in their small circles.

It's hard to imagine these two creatures finding common ground.

Because I was completely uninterested in this kind of gossip, I didn't hear the content of the rumor until the fourth day.

The last class that day happened to be the end of the mecha simulation class.It is said to be a simulation class, but the degree of automation is not the same as the simulator I used in Stanwell. I just sit in the cockpit of [Jacques] and turn on the four-sided display screen to feel the environment.It is obviously an obsolete product that has been quickly retreated into the reserve force, and everything on the control panel is said to be confidential, and we are not even allowed to touch it.

As for the latest [Il], it is enough to quote an answer from the hairy bear instructor, "[Il]? What is that, who did you listen to?".

OK, I'll admit I was fighting hallucinations a week ago.

No matter how embarrassing it is, I have come to this point and I still have to learn, so everyone had to pinch their noses to make do with it, and they couldn’t laugh or cry. Although I have the most combat experience and cao experience among all the rabbits, my study time But it takes the longest time. The reason is that I have been used to the highly automated Confederate model, and suddenly switched to the slow model of the Treaty Army. I feel very uncomfortable, and I always make all kinds of jokes that even the bear instructor .

I ordered a bowl of food at the window like a starving ghost, and when I went back, I found that they had already started talking about "that".

"Hey, what are you talking about?"

"Oh, Dad Chen, have you heard of 'black news'?"

Xueba said to me with a potato chip in his mouth.

I thought about it, and it seems that I have heard of such a term, which specifically refers to the gossip that was not noticed by the official reports during the war, or deliberately obliterated. It's something close to a supernatural story, for example, someone who has been shot into a hornet's nest, but he is still full of energy the next day; someone picked up a certain artifact, and in the end the whole class died, and he was hairless Drop one or something.

"Please, when did you become interested in this kind of thing?"

Sitting next to him, I picked up the big fried chicken drumsticks, which were big enough to kill people, and started to chew on them.

"Because this time it has nothing to do with the nonsense stuff from before," Mr. Cai slapped the table in front of me excitedly, "it's about the 'grey smile'!"

"Grey smile? Why does it sound like an online name given by a psychopath?"

I frankly expressed my thoughts, but the rabbits on the dining table were spitting porridge while eating porridge, and those who chewed meat were spitting when they didn’t eat anything. It was a mess, and the furry bears eating around looked at it inexplicably. Look at us, look at the food in your hands, and look at what happened again.

"Damn, old man Chen, can you say a few words less, it's too messy."

Fat Tu said depressedly.

"Yeah, I thought it was a cool nickname at first, but your image is all over."

Mr. Kuan also complained depressingly.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, what the hell is it?"

"It's actually very simple. The ace mecha soldier who suddenly appeared on the northern battlefield appeared just two months ago when the Scanville Confederacy was defeated and forced to surrender. As you know, Mr. Chen, with the aero mecha Yes, even if they are both aviation mechas, there is a [-]% probability that they won't even be able to wipe off a hair, but every time this guy takes off, he has captured several of them. air combat."

I gnawed on the chicken leg a little depressed, wondering where this guy is so fierce, I almost can't overtake him.

"Oh, not bad."

"Where, it's just a little bit of limelight at this time, and it's a bit outrageous later," Mr. Qian took a sip of his drink to moisten his throat and continued, "This guy even went solo into Helsinki, which was just occupied by the treaty army, using line-of-sight all the way. Fighting inside, more than a dozen aviation mechas were blown up with only rockets, and almost one-sixth of the aviation force of the Fourth Army was reimbursed, and the headquarters of the Fourth Army was also blown up. He was killed in the headquarters, causing the command of the entire fourth group to be interrupted for seven or eight hours, and he still retreated, which made the treaty army lose face, and the release of the loss report is strictly prohibited."

I'm going to be so awesome... Wait, this passage seems a little familiar.

"Then why call it Gray Smile? Wouldn't it sound better to just call it a Hammer Hammer Siege Engine or something?"

"Please brother, that's vulgar," said the lunatic while sneaking out a photo from his schoolbag and handing it to me, "You can see it if you look carefully. That day I specially spent a hundred marathas to buy it from an insider in the Treaty Army. The camera photos that I got, this is a secret within the Treaty Army, so I can’t see it.”

I took the photo, and saw a freeze-frame scene of a mecha aiming at the erected [Il] and firing rockets continuously. The most familiar thing is... the eye-catching arc-shaped wound on the face of the mech specially circled in red.

... Nima, this world is too crazy, I can't stand it anymore.

At this time, I felt someone slapped me on the shoulder. I turned my head and saw that it was Captain Korninov who arrived last semester. We quickly jumped up and saluted.

To be honest, this professional soldier gave us the feeling that we were very awe-worthy, at least much more awe-inspiring than the wild boar, a bastard who made his fortune by violence, but after thinking about it for a long time, we also found that the captain is actually a pretty easy-going person , I just don't like to talk too much, but we have been ravaged by wild boars for nearly a semester, and we are very satisfied with this state.

Captain Korninov returned the salute, motioned us to sit down, and said to me:

"The general is looking for you, hurry over."

I felt a bit more worried in the eyes of everyone looking at me, so I shrugged and saluted, and immediately trotted out of the cafeteria.

The target is the principal's office.

Although it was sudden, but fortunately, the distance between the two sides is not far, and it will be there in a few minutes.

"report!"

I yelled at the door with a straight face, and it took a while for an echo to come from inside.

"Come in."

Lukewarm.

Just like the character of Admiral Gugeyev.

Suddenly, the door opened, and then I saw Gantrov's vicious face. I don't know why, but this **** had an angry expression on his face, as if he had been beaten by his own father. When he saw me, he was taken aback for a moment, Then his expression became ten times fiercer in an instant, as if he wanted to cut me with a knife immediately.

The result was probably that the movement was too forceful, pulling the slightly out-of-shape nose, making the originally intimidating expression twitch like itching, I couldn't help laughing, the Slavic **** looked almost pissed off, But he didn't have the guts to wink anymore, stomped hard and left.

I straightened my expression and entered the door.

The principal's office is not very big, only about [-] square meters, and the layout tends to be in a retro style. No, it should be said that the room itself is an antique museum.Big Ben clicked honestly, the polished teapot beeped on the small coal stove, a fire was burning in the fireplace made of red bricks, and the furniture was made of wood. With less than a trace of synthetic material, the old-fashioned brass lock weighing [-] grams did not have any electronic prompts, but suddenly closed behind him with a "click", which shocked me.

Come on, you are always in a high position, a senior official in charge of the lives of thousands of high-level national defense personnel, pretending to die with electronic locks, so nostalgic, could it be that you traveled here 100 years ago? .

The admiral was sitting behind his pine desk in the style of newly unearthed cultural relics, burying his head in processing documents as high as a hill, and seemed to have become one with these inorganic objects.

There are chairs and sofas in the office, but the general didn't ask me to sit on it, so I just stood there like a log and didn't move.

As the time passed, I felt some numbness in my heels, but the admiral still didn't say anything, I couldn't help but curse in my heart, this guy can't be idle and has nothing to do and wants me to perform for him to stand at attention.

After waiting for a long time, the general put away his brown-rimmed glasses and slowly raised his head with deep eyes.

"Since the era of fighter jets, I have taken many classes of foreign trainees, but it is really rare to see such troublesome students as yours." Admiral Gugeyev rubbed his temples. , the quality is gloomy, even during the holidays, you can make trouble tens of thousands of kilometers away, but the grades are not bad, maybe it should be considered excellent, I really don’t know how to judge.”

The admiral shook the stack of copy paper in his hand.

I can still agree with the first and last paragraphs, but I can't stand the middle paragraph.

"Sorry, sir, I think it's mostly because you have too many scumbags under your command."

I retorted.

"It seems that now we have to add the trouble of contradicting the officer," the general stopped his hand movements and looked at me again, "but luckily none of you are my subordinates, and I don't want to bother you too much, But there is still a big problem that needs to be dealt with.”

The admiral paused, picked up the teacup at hand and took a sip, took out a piece of paper from the pile of documents and glanced at it.

"The original plan was to cut down to 31 people, but I didn't expect you to have the ability to get me [-]. Although I really don't want to waste time with you troublesome guys, but the bureaucrats above instructed me to do so. The method," the general closed his eyes slightly as if he was very tired, and then opened them slowly, "After a month, we will use the actual aircraft simulation battle to decide which lucky one should stay, and go back to prepare."

"Yes!"

I deliberately raised my voice loudly, yelling as if I was sincerely trying to make him lose sleep, then turned around and walked out of the office pretending to be serious.

What a nuisance, I don't even have the appetite for lunch.