()At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I sneaked out of the camp again.

The garrison strength of the teaching group is seriously insufficient. There are only two sentries in each squad. It is not difficult to get out. The only thing I have to worry about is whether I can't help but roar.

I really want to roar, because the feeling of suddenly taking the initiative is simply unbearable. There is no need to complain, no need to worry about various consequences, I am a terrorist, I am a "gray smile", I think now

Kill whoever you kill!

When I was taking a public elective course in college, my teacher introduced me to a very famous cartoon from the old century. The main content is that the protagonist is usually a hard-working model employee who works nine to five, but as soon as there is danger on the earth, this guy will immediately put on his underwear.

, put on a sexy tights, appear on the stage at the critical moment, solve the crisis, and then sneak away quietly, go home, wash your face and go to sleep, and continue to do whatever you need to do the next day.

To be honest, the plot is quite vulgar, but I have never understood why this joke is so popular, but now I understand.

That's the excitement.

Alternating between the two faces, enjoying the stimulation of two completely different evaluations, the thought of returning to another role makes me feel extremely excited all over my body.

According to my instructions, the mercenaries had secretly moved to a position near the camp at dusk and were on standby. When I arrived, these guys had already completed preliminary preparations. When they saw me coming, they were all scared to death.

It was so mysterious that he ran away all the way.

"Hey, what are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine?!"

I asked inexplicably.

"No...no, captain, your expression...is a bit scary."

Hugo stammered in reply.

I wiped my face, and it seemed that the muscles on my face were indeed a little deformed, so I quickly gave myself two slaps to adjust them.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about these trivial matters, gather all the people who are going to be dispatched tonight, I am going to announce the combat mission."

There were only a dozen or so people, so I summoned them all and I was surprised to find that every one of these idiots had expressions of burning faces, hungry and thirsty, hey, by the way, they should have taken the wrong medicine.

It's you.

But it's better to be so positive so as not to scare them later.

"Our goal this time is here."

I adjusted the information on the PCP. This is a satellite map that roughly shows the location of nearby treaty troops. This is not a secret in the first place. Soldiers with non-commissioned officer permissions can download it. Although our treatment in other aspects is a mess,

In this regard, the furry bears have been quite kind, and have delimited the authority according to our standards in the Republic.

However, Comrade Bao Yu, the largest cyber hacker in the teaching group, is not satisfied with such a small amount of authority. This innocent young man, who had a record of breaking through bugs in the academic administration system and changing grades in college, even broke the treaty after three nights of hard work.

After two passes, the authority was raised to the level of a school officer. This black material detailing the coordinates of each barracks in each station was his masterpiece. It was only because of this that I had the confidence to launch this operation.

The mercenaries started transmitting data to their landlines using wireless data links while muttering:

"I'll go, it's such a big camp, it's at least a division-level headquarters."

"Division level? You're crazy for sleeping. The military-level headquarters my dad took me to visit back then were not that big."

"I'll go, you remembered it wrong."

"How is it possible? Look, there are three security camps alone, and there are four communications departments. This scale is at least... huh?"

“…………..”

The discussion was interrupted, the mercenaries looked at me with stupid expressions, and I stared back unceremoniously.

"Look at Mao, this is the headquarters of the Fourth Army of the Treaty Army. Is there any problem?"

The mercenaries immediately went crazy.

"Damn it, the problem is too big, Captain, do you know how strong the defense force of a group army headquarters is? With just a few people like us, we can't even squeeze someone's teeth into it."

"Bullshit, who told you to stuff it between your teeth?" I cursed and started gesturing on the map to these idiots again, "Our goal this time is to knock out the commander-in-chief of the Army Group General Longdenev.

So, just evacuate after the explosion. It only takes a few minutes. It’s easy and enjoyable to get the bounty after you finish it.”

"Don't worry, you are all responsible for the peripheral harassment this time. I can do the bombing alone. The bounty is not based on the number of kills, but is divided evenly based on the head. This deal is definitely worth it!"

Although I patiently explained and encouraged, these impotent guys were still coy.

"The risk is still too great. How about we take two dollars less and change the captain's position?"

"Yes, it would be unfair if I had my life to make money but not to spend it."

A group of people were all talking.

Nainai, everyone was toasting and being fined with alcohol. I pressed the knuckles of my fists with a crackle, put on the most ferocious face in my memory, and threatened in a rough voice:

"Stop talking nonsense. You have to do it today whether you do it or not. If you keep talking nonsense, I will cripple you!"

These guys were so scared that they changed their tune and expressed their firm support for my decision.

The plan I drew up was very simple, that is, the other three planes fired from all directions to attract the attention of the police force, while I broke in from the northeast corner where the anti-aircraft firepower was weak, and found the fat man and the Slavic army commander.

tent, and then blow it up.

It's really exciting.

There is not much left between what I purchased and what the mercenaries brought from the base. This time, in order to ensure that this big deal is done, I loaded everything I could, including four 127mm rockets for my mobile phone.

, two 70mm rocket launchers half filled with ammunition, plus three machine gun magazines. The other aircraft are only equipped with two 127mm rockets and two machine gun magazines. This configuration is barely enough for self-defense.

To what extent, I don't know yet.

Just think about it for fun.

I was determined to set off in half an hour. I felt that it was early, so I decided to play a simulated battle to practice my skills. In short, I always lost when I started playing this thing. The more I was tortured by the computer, the happier I became. I was very happy to be tortured.

But something seemed to be wrong today. I always felt that the movements of the simulated enemy planes were ridiculously slower than expected, and also ridiculously slow. I easily knocked out the first one in less than two minutes. At this time I

Start to be wary, because according to past experience, the other wing will be more difficult.

But it was strange. This time the wingman's movements were not very clever. I knocked it down in the same time. I was so frightened that I was sweating. I thought there must be a system failure. So when the screen appeared

My first reaction was not to cheer for the word "youwin", but to restart the system and try it again.

This time it was even more amazing, because not only did I win again, but it only took three and a half minutes. Now I can be sure that I beat this level!

"Captain, the inspection of each machine is completed, um, what are you doing?"

At this time, Hitler walked into the cockpit to report his work and asked strangely.

"Xiaoxi Xiaoxi, look at this, I finally cleared level 2."

Hitler glanced at the picture and then looked at me, his serious face full of strange expressions.

"First of all, please don't simplify your nickname. Secondly, captain, have you been typing this all the time?"

"Yes, what level does it mean to clear this level?"

Hitler's expression was even weirder, as if he couldn't laugh or cry.

"...Captain, I think you seem to have misunderstood something. First of all, the simulators provided by [Garand] are all primary drill projects. Level 1 represents a single-person drill project, level 2 represents a small formation drill project, and level 3 represents a large formation drill project.

Exercise projects, among which level 2 and above projects need to be carried out online by each aircraft. Otherwise, the computer will automatically limit the performance of the machine when a machine is shot down, preventing the mecha soldiers from becoming too autonomous in their actions and affecting future team cooperation, so...

You understand."

"Um, you're saying these levels don't represent the level of mecha soldiers?"

"Yes, that's just a scale division. Otherwise, it's not an RPG. This simple airborne system is just for practice when you're bored. If you really want to challenge the difficulty, you'll have to find a fixed simulation cabin."

I was dizzy, completely dizzy. The saddest thing in the world is not that you are thousands of miles away from your goal, but that you have gone through eighty-one difficulties and gone through all kinds of hardships to get to the goal, only to find the prize.

It's a piece of shit.

What a bitter sentence.

At one o'clock in the morning, the four Garands set off on time. The mecha soldiers and mechanics on the back abandoned the excess objects according to the pre-agreed plan and moved to the old gathering place. We flew in the opposite direction to hit the admiral's place.

The detection range of the fixed radar in the camp is far inferior to that of airborne radar, so we chose to fly at ultra-low altitude from the beginning, and penetrated to the headquarters along the defense gap between the two mecha divisions of the Treaty Army, less than thirty meters above the ground.

Flying quickly at a high altitude is a very test of one's perseverance, because compared with high altitude, the probability of unpredictable obstacles is greatly increased, but the reaction time left for people is extremely limited. In case of hitting a mountain or touching the ground, even if it is

The solid structure of the mecha can't protect the life of the mecha soldiers. Novices at least understand this principle, and they hold each one with great care, not even daring to take a breath.

I was extremely nervous. Although flying at this level of difficulty was no problem for me, these guys were the most troublesome. If one or two of them were killed, the entire battle would be ruined.

Fortunately, there were basically no accidents along the way, except for occasionally catching someone on a tree branch and startling people. It should be said that the camouflage skills of the Treaty Army were not very good, because the moonlight was not bad that day, so most of them were covered by the optical projection equipment.

The camp appears more clearly on the image.

I made a gesture, and the other three aircraft immediately convened and flew in various directions. I slightly reduced the speed and stood by. The surrounding environment suddenly became quiet, as if I had flown to another planet.

Now I'm the only one fighting.

The rubber wrapped around the joystick was soaked with my sweat, and the feedback felt hard. I felt that my heart was beating hotter and more violently than the engine!
Chapter completed!