() Nothing happened all night except that I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

After running the cao the next day, Captain Korninov gathered a few of us together and asked us to search a ten-kilometer area northwest. If I remember correctly, that was the area of ​​last night's firefight.

It seems that there are still some people who understand enough not to sleep to death.

Three [Depps] set off, and the captain took me and Spike each to drive a [Lavokin] to provide cover in the air. I knew that there was no danger in this area, and Captain Korninov was a well-tested one.

, so we both acted indifferently, but when the others heard that there might be enemies, they became very nervous, and there were several false reports of enemy information.

One of the more depressing situations was that the search direction of the land combat mecha below kept deviating from the coordinates. I knew the route clearly, but I couldn't open my mouth to say it clearly. I was so anxious in the cockpit that I scratched my head and felt anxious.

So, I thought it would be a good idea to give them a heads up.

"Hey, Mr. Qian, there seems to be something going on at your three o'clock position."

Mr. Kuan was obviously startled. I saw his phone jump out and spin around in circles with his armored machine gun, almost knocking over the unprepared high school student.

"Where, where, where exactly?"

Road Spike was also skeptical.

"Dad Chen, you read that right. Why didn't I see anything?"

In fact, I didn't see anything, so I could only talk nonsense.

"Oh, I just saw a person appearing from the woods a few times. It's strange, why is he gone now?"

At that time, there was a layer of fog on the ground, and our flying altitude was not low. It was strange that we could see something clearly. Generally speaking, in line with the battlefield principle of preferring to believe what is true and not what is not, no matter whether it is true or not, you should go and see it.

However, Road Spike was a die-hard believer, so he looked hard for a while and then the message was confirmed.

"I didn't see anything. Father Chen, you must have seen it wrong."

Please, you can't pretend that I'm right!

I immediately swore that I was right and that there was indeed a suspicious person. If there was a mistake, I would paint the floor of the hangar for three days.

In the end, Captain Korninov, who had been silent, made the decision:

"Just go and have a look."

[Lavorkin] turned first, and [Depp] also began to change its route, diagonally inserting into my battle area yesterday, and then as expected, I heard Mr. Qian's scream:

"Holy shit, what's going on here, brothers, come down quickly, something big has happened."

We descended immediately and saw dead bodies all over the ground without any surprise.

Captain Korninov's face looked a little heavy, and he ordered two [Depp] cameras to be on alert, and the others searched for valuable information on the corpses, so everyone had to endure the numbness of their scalps, which were already as hard as rocks from the cold.

On the corpse, although my sensitivity to lifeless objects has dropped to the same level as seeing pork and mutton, I still tried my best to pretend that I couldn't bear it and helped rummage through it.

The results were similar to what I checked yesterday. There was nothing useful on them. The weapons were also very common on the market. I could only tell from their faces that they were all Oriental. Looking at the time, I cleared my throat and prepared to speak.

A whole night of lines.

But I didn't expect anyone to be faster than me.

"Sir, bury them all. Although I don't know what they do, at least... they can be regarded as our compatriots."

Mr. Qian requested hesitantly.

Captain Korninov looked at him, then at the corpses on the ground, and finally nodded.

Even if there are so many people digging holes together in the ice and snow, it will be a big trouble. Fortunately, at this time, the mecha showed good general-purpose performance. The huge manipulator dug out a two-meter-square hole. One machine dug in front.

The other machine was carefully placing the corpses in the back to fill the soil, as if it was an assembly line operation. In the old century, it would have taken at least one platoon of people to do the work for an hour, but we were done in five minutes.

Looking at the slightly raised clods of soil on the snow, I took a long breath. Although I couldn't take them home, I at least ensured that they didn't die in the wilderness and become food for wild beasts. Thinking of this, my heart

The feeling of guilt was slightly relieved.

But unfortunately, I can't salute them, even though I would like to.

If nothing else happens, their remains may rest here for decades or hundreds of years.

If nothing else happens, their files may record "disappearances" for decades or hundreds of years.

This thought made my throat feel as if I was being choked by fish bones.

For the teaching team who were completely unaware, this was just an after-dinner incident. After all, it was during the war, and it was normal for any weird things to happen. Although some smarter people were somewhat aware of it,

The appearance of these mysterious compatriots might be related to some secret fronts that went viral on military bbs, but soon no one cared about it.

Because now we are competing with the biggest enemy, this enemy is called "hunger".

The first manifestation is that the daily food ration is getting smaller and smaller. Although it was a messy pile of garbage before, at least it was enough to satisfy the needs. However, in the past two days, the food is still junk food, and the ration has dropped to 800 grams per person.

It's not enough to feed cats, let alone people.

You don't need to think about it to know that it was Londenev's idea. After the Slavic *** was repaired, this guy's attitude towards us not only did not improve, but became more and more crazy. I guess he was so angry that he had no place to vent, and he found us.

Up.

The conscientious captain answered the telegram inquiry to the headquarters seriously. The admiral's reply was as follows:

"The supply of supplies has been tight recently. Captain, if you want your monkeys, let them eat less and exercise more. Don't take in too much fat and cholesterol. This is for their own good. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are not a monkey.

, then as a breeder I will add a few more meat bones to your share."

"By the way, is there any news about Gray Smile? No, okay, let me tell you this, Captain, monkeys can still do somersaults. If your subordinates can't even do somersaults, I will have to treat them like pet dogs.

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I can swear on my character that not a word of the entire text has been changed.

Negotiations were interrupted, and the rabbits began to find their own way out.

The next few days were all kinds of boring cruises. To be precise, they were looking for the legendary "Grey Smile", the leader of the resistance mecha unit. Everyone was looking for it very seriously and very hard. They even came at night to start.

Wearing the mecha, we flashed out like a night wanderer and went on a night cruise that was a nightmare for a rookie. We veered off course several times and almost ate friendly fire. We were even treated as a spy plane and forced to stop. After hearing our purpose

After that, all the furry bears, men, women, old and young, looked like they had seen a ghost, and hurriedly drove us all out as if they were chasing away infectious disease patients.

The level of hard work reminds people of the review stage of the last semester at the end of the semester. Everyone showed the rabbit's unique tenacity and challenging spirit. The more they failed to find it, the higher their fighting spirit became. Even at the beginning

The slight sense of terror was gone. I flew for an hour a day without stopping. I was summarizing my experiences while eating and summing up my experiences while sleeping. The most ridiculous thing was that the shower was cold and an uninvited guest with a naked butt opened the door and barged in. The person involved was covering his head.

When I was wearing chrysanthemums and preparing to die rather than give in, the guy suddenly said excitedly, buddy, you flew much better than me today, and he quickly passed on his experience.

In short, all the rabbits are red-eyed.

But unfortunately, I still live a long life and in good health, and recently I have strictly prohibited the private activities of mercenaries, so everyone can only be blinded again and again. The only advantage is that everyone's flying skills are as good as triple jumps.

Speed ​​increased.

But what is unbearable is that the food rations cannot meet the needs of high-intensity tactical operations. At night, you can hear everyone's stomachs ringing like drums.

Although they are trying their best to endure it, people are like iron rice and steel. They can survive without eating for one or two meals, but for a long time, being half hungry and half full will always make the unsatisfied part of the food turn into a backlog of anger.

In people's hearts, some contradictions begin to arise.

That day, Ya Ge and the others got off the mecha and had lunch after completing a routine search mission. The food standard has shrunk to an incredible level. In the morning, it was a small piece of nai cheese, and for lunch, it was oatmeal and a small piece of brown bread.

The dinner was a little more decent, but it only added a piece of salted pork of less than 20 grams to the lunch.

Not only is there no nutrition at all, but the portion is also quite unbearable. People with small appetites can only fill up half of it. It is even more unlucky to eat a fat figure. After two trips to the toilet, there is nothing left.

I queued up to get the monotonous battlefield food. Before I could use my chopsticks, I suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the table next door, which seemed to be the sound of a dinner plate being thrown on the table.

I turned my head and happened to see a mecha soldier in Tongqing's face flushed, veins pulsing on his forehead, and the corner of his mouth still stained with rice grains, breathing hard, as if he had suppressed his anger and now wanted to find someone to fight.

"Damn it, you can't even order enough food to fit between your teeth. You're going to eat shit!"

His voice was very loud, and the cafeteria was only so big, so everyone heard it.

But no one else made a sound, and they were silently burying their heads in their food. It was like adding fuel to the fire, and he yelled louder and louder.

"Let's have a bird fight. Everyone will starve to death here!"

I was bored, so I stood up too

"You can't bear it. If you miss two meals, you will die!"

He opened his eyes and rushed over, forcefully throwing away a few people who tried to dissuade him, as if he was determined to risk his life with me.

Then he grabbed me by the collar, as if he wanted to tear me apart, and roared with a ferocious face:

"I just don't want to bear it, so what?"

Of course I couldn't do anything, so I just looked at him without saying anything.

"Enough!"

Tieniu finally couldn't bear it any longer and stood up with a loud roar. He angrily got in between us and separated us.

"What are you doing? Do you have to fight for this little thing?"

The man was panting loudly, his face was still blood red, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry with me or himself, so this time it was the angry iron bull's turn to grab his collar, and

He was lifted up to the point where his toes didn't even touch the ground, and the expression on his cow's face was extremely fierce.

"How come, you still refuse to accept it!"

So the man became obviously timid and swatted Tieniu's hand away.

"I accept it. Why don't I accept it?"

With that said, he sat back down as a defeated chicken.
Chapter completed!