"Son, I saw the news today that your military base there was bombed and many people died. Are you okay?"

This was my mother's first sentence after I connected the phone. Her tone was tight as if she had a heart attack, which made me feel uncomfortable listening to her.

"It's okay, it's okay. How can I talk to you if something happens? I hid so fast when they were fighting that I didn't even lose a hair."

I panicked according to the lines I had prepared in advance, but my mother obviously didn't believe it.

"Then why is it reported on TV that you became a combat hero? Don't say that you ran away to get the medal. Even reporters came to the door today. You kid went directly to the battlefield to take action!"

I immediately became speechless and cursed in my mind that the Propaganda Department was so efficient. You will die after two days of evening newspapers.

It seems that being too famous is not a good thing.

"Son, if we really have to go to war... you'd better quit. Medals, military ranks, etc. are not rare in our family. You are the only son we have. If you die, you will really have nothing."

My mother's tone was very worried, as if she was holding a weight on a weight, and she was restless.

I felt very uncomfortable, so I had to respond vaguely.

"Oh, let me take a look and talk about it later."

Putting down the PCP, I took a long breath and suddenly felt like I didn't know where to go.

Just as Lao Mao thought, the Satsuma Army refused to admit their guilt, claiming that these weapons were illegally outflowed from their own industrial enterprises, and the personnel were all retired and transferred soldiers from the Satsuma Army, and had nothing to do with Satsuma itself.

They are all illegal armed forces that do not represent any position or interest. However, as the former subordinate party of these weapons and mecha soldiers, the Satsuma government expresses its deep apology and regret to the victims of the Republican Revolution...

Sorry for your mother, sorry for your mother, sooner or later I will kill your mother to pay for it!

On the afternoon of the day we received the call from home, we, on behalf of the Republic of China, went to the airport to pick him up and welcome what Lao Mao called the "new force."

Because an attack had just occurred, the atmosphere at the civilian airport was still very tense. Not only were heavily armed guards deployed, but there were also about a company of infantry fighting vehicles on patrol, which was really exaggerated. But if the Satsuma Army really

They frantically dropped several companies of mecha soldiers to force a breakthrough. This amount of military power cannot stop them no matter what.

With our military uniforms and IDs, we were allowed to go through a simple scan of facial features and number verification at the door. However, everyone else was wearing beautiful navy blue or pure white uniforms. I was the only one who was wearing a gray training soldier uniform, like

It was a beggar who slipped into a group of senior staff, and he was very conspicuous.

"Hey, boss, why do I always feel like...someone is always looking at us?"

Fat Tu asked strangely.

"Nonsense, there's nothing you can do about being handsome."

Brother Ya touched his hair coolly and smiled silly at the beauties.

We rolled our eyes together, damn, I've seen shameless people before, but I've never seen anyone so shameless.

A group of people sat down in the waiting hall with a bang. When they looked at their watches, they realized that they were early. The foreign aid was scheduled to arrive at eight o'clock, but it was only half past six. Everyone chatted for a while and felt weird. I

I suggested to the madman to buy some snacks, but the grandsons were very polite and yelled at us to bleed more blood.

The supermarket at the airport is very big, but it is also very expensive. The unit price is almost three times that of other places. Nestlé sells it at Starbucks price. However, the two of us made a large bonus a few days ago, and the madman was promoted to the entire teaching group for the first time.

The captain, the highest-ranking mecha soldier in the army, originally wanted to treat him as a guest.

"Hey, Dad Chen, join the navy."

Just as I was throwing drinks and potato chips into the plastic shopping basket, the madman suddenly said something out of nowhere.

I feel very strange, because the madman never cared about this before, but I also know that the madman is a straightforward person and never holds back what he has to say.

"Yeah, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"

"In the military port defense battle, I feel that the Republican Army's combat power, especially its front-line combat power, is really insufficient. If a war breaks out, just a few of our naval mecha soldiers will not be enough," the madman looked into my eyes.

, with a serious expression, "Chen Xiang, as the front line of the confrontation between the Japanese and Satsuma armies, the navy urgently needs to supplement its combat strength."

The madman said it very frankly and solemnly, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Brother, you are also a fighting hero after all."

"I'm not as good as you. I've seen the battlefield, and I've seen the mechas that were killed. I'm really not as good as you. I just use the strongest firepower and the most violent means to smash all the enemies one by one, but your attack not only

It was ruthless and extremely accurate, and the attack range was always locked on the vital points. The body looked basically intact, but in fact most of it had no repair value. To be honest, I was really glad to be your comrade at the time."

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Why do these words make me look like a demon king?

"Okay, okay, I'll consider this as soon as possible."

The two of us carried two baskets full of snacks to the counter to check out, but the cashier did not rush to scan the barcode, but stared at us like a man possessed.

"Um, are you Captain Chen Xiang and Captain Lin Zifeng?"

The madman and I looked face to face.

"Yes, do you have any questions?"

As a result, the girl who was about the same age as us became excited at that time, jumped up from the chair, first took my hand and shook it, then took the madman's hand and shook it, and then looked to the side with the same dumbfounded look.

greeting by companions.

"How about, I said I saw it right, but you still say I wasn't?"

"Stop, stop, sorry, miss, we don't know you."

"Of course. After all, you are heroes. We are just ordinary people. It is enough for us to know you."

"Ah, what kind of hero..."

I looked up and happened to see what was hanging on the container. Today's morning newspaper, the faces of the madman and I were hanging on the first page for people to admire. But wait, there is something wrong no matter how you look at it... Let me go, this

Whose photoshopped the picture? The styling is on point!

The madman touched his hair in front of the large mirror next to the counter, then looked at the photo and sighed:

"What the hell, why are you so handsome again?"

I decisively kicked him away to avoid damaging my glorious image.

"Oh, right."

The cashier said as he hurriedly took out a PCP, switched it to handwriting mode and pushed it over. His face was slightly red and he said sheepishly:

"Um...can you sign it?"

"...My handwriting is ugly."

"It doesn't matter. Being ugly is also called personality."

"………good."

I scratched my head and signed, the lunatic also came over and wrote a word, and the cashier carefully put it in the background to save it. It can be said that my first fan was born.

We returned to the waiting room with snacks, and while we were eating and drinking, we continued to chat, discussing whether it would be better to give these foreign aids a blow, or to put on a smile and make friends, in case the other party was a really awesome person.

, wouldn’t it be a bad thing if you can’t hold back the situation? In the end, it was Tieniu who set the tone for this cross-border mecha soldier talk: drink the wind wine first, and then let’s have a good time.

The implication is to take a look at the other person's character while drinking.

An hour and a half passed quickly. Counting the time, the group's special plane was about to arrive.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise coming from the exit of the passage. We were refreshed and immediately looked over there. We saw a row of more than a dozen foreigners wearing fancy casual clothes, wearing round hair, and carrying travel backpacks.

People came clattering in from the airport, looking like a foreign tour group, and they stood out among a bunch of Oriental passengers.

I felt that the expression on my face suddenly stiffened. I didn't know many foreigners, and I only had a dozen or so fingers. But the world is so small, and I actually knew all the dozen foreigners in front of me.

Strictly speaking, these guys are the 213 youths I once led - the mercenaries of the Viborg Archers United!

Damn, are these the new force that Lao Mao mentioned? They are so discerning.

At this time, they also saw our conspicuous group of people. The idiot Hugo ran over first, gave me a big hug and shouted excitedly:

"Oh, it turns out to be the captain, I told you that you will definitely be there!"

We were the only Eastern troops fighting around Vyborg at the time, and my actions had clearly shown my affiliation. As long as these guys had some intelligence sources and brains, they would not be unable to analyze my true identity.

But now is obviously not the time to talk about such bad things.

"Team...captain?"

Everyone looked at us with question mark eyes.

I smiled awkwardly, and then threatened in Hugo’s ear:

"Damn it, come back to me right now, or I'll kill you."

Hugo shuddered, this guy is not stupid, he immediately knew that he had let something slip, and he quickly pulled me in front of me and looked around.

"Oh, captain, why have you lost weight? Oh, why have you changed your figure? Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. I'm sorry, sorry."

Hugo let go of me with a look of regret on his face and retreated back into the queue.

Although this opening statement was simply incomprehensible, the members of the teaching group also saw that these mercenaries were relatively easy to talk to, so everyone quickly got to know each other.

Taking advantage of my free time, I secretly pulled Hitler aside.

"Hey, didn't I tell you to go home and live a good life? Why did you come out to cause trouble again?"

Although he was dressed like a foreign tourist, Hitler's answers were serious and very awkward.

"Although we tried it at the beginning, even if we were in a peaceful environment, we couldn't calm down. When we were fighting, we were extremely scared, but at least we still had a sense of direction. Suddenly leaving the smoke of gunfire and the mecha, I felt nothing.

There was no more fun, and life was very empty, so as soon as Hugo called for it, the old team of the Viborg Shooters United was put together again."

I remained silent. I didn't scold Hitler or Hugo, because I had felt this way before.

It's indeed very empty.

Okay, you can do whatever you want. I have one last question left.

"Speaking of which, are you good at it? Could it be that Asimov introduced me to defraud you again? I've agreed in advance that I don't have that much time to guide you in the Republic."

Speaking of this, Hitler's rigid face showed a rare smile, a proud smile.

"Captain, there is an old saying in the East that says, 'We see each other even more with admiration after seeing each other for three days.' We are no longer the rookies we were back then. You can rest assured and watch."

I couldn't help but laugh, what a good boy, my wings have grown a lot stronger after not seeing you for a few months, so I dare to show off in front of "Gray Smile".
Chapter completed!