The battlefield changes very quickly. You may even have a fight with your girlfriend. One minute she might be smiling and drinking milk tea with you, but the next minute she might throw her phone in your face and ask you why you didn’t pick her up yesterday.

Phone call. As the mecha soldiers of the Republic, we soon suffered the heaviest blow since its establishment.

It was 12 o'clock in the evening, and I had just hung up the phone with my mother. Although the call was very exciting, I still reported that I was safe. I couldn't help it, "I killed a few people today," "I killed a few people today."

"A mecha, but I was shot twice, but I didn't die at all", "I fought so many battles with so many mechas today" and the like. Normal people would probably have nightmares after hearing this, let alone me.

Mom.

"boom"

When I was about to say good night, a violent explosion suddenly sounded outside. The sound was so loud that it almost crushed the glass window of my dormitory.

"Xiao Xiang, what's the sound? What's wrong over there?!"

My mother's horrified inquiry came from the other end, and I quickly covered the phone and prevaricated.

"It's okay, it's okay. The gas tank in the maintenance workshop next door fell down again. I'm going to help. I won't talk about it for now."

After I finished talking, I immediately cut off the communication. Facts have proved that my decision was completely correct, because soon there were explosions in the base, and many buildings were burning with fire.

Damn it, why didn't the alert center respond at all?

At this time, the entire dormitory building fell into chaos. There were chaotic sounds of footsteps stepping on the stairs and jumping off the upper bunk. Someone was banging on the door outside my single room.

"Hurry up, the Satsuma Army is coming!"

Nonsense, with the fighting outside like this, only the blind can't see.

I immediately put on my coat and ran out. As soon as I rushed downstairs to the dormitory, I happened to see five or six spear-like fires being fired into the base in a row. The airport suddenly burst into flames, and a heavy fighter jet that was covered in flames was actually shot into the base.

The whole thing blew up and disintegrated into a pile of fragments in the air.

It's an air-to-ground missile, and it uses a heavy warhead!

A 35mm self-propelled anti-aircraft gun deployed nearby first sprayed out artillery fire, and then another anti-aircraft gun of the same type also started firing. Soon, a larger-caliber 100mm anti-aircraft gun also opened fire, which was not suitable for the

Under such circumstances, the anti-aircraft missiles used in the battle were also moving awkwardly.

However, it is difficult for this temporary anti-aircraft firepower to be effective, which means that it is no longer safe here.

"Damn it, come out quickly!"

I screamed at the people still crowded in the corridor, but before I finished speaking, an air-to-surface missile accurately hit the upper part of the officers' dormitory, and half of the dormitory building was completely blown to pieces. I remember at least

There were twenty or thirty people stranded up there, and it looked like they couldn't survive. Glass and building materials were shot down like shotguns, and the people below were immediately hit with bruises on their heads and blood. I also received a solid brick on my forehead.

Blocks, blood flowing.

I was bled out before the fight started, and I was furious. At the same time, I was convinced that today was definitely not a good time for a fight.

But it’s not a good time to fight!

I rushed to the hangar in a hail of bullets. At this time, the attackers had switched to cluster bomb bombing. I was almost blown to pieces by flying bullets several times, but finally I rushed to the hangar door. Fortunately, for

The few mechas of unknown brands are preserved, and the new mecha hangars are designed to be half or fully buried underground, with a lot of camouflage added, making them extremely difficult to identify from the air.

Just as I was furiously typing in the password, something suddenly changed in the sky, and I heard a weird, extremely sharp roar resounding through the ground. Judging from the momentum, the mass was at least forty or fifty tons, but it was definitely not that big in my image.

missiles or bombs.

I raised my head subconsciously, and saw a mecha dragging flames falling feebly. The engine on its back had been completely destroyed, and one of its lower limbs had been cut off. It could no longer maintain lift. A few seconds later, it

It was shoveled down along the cement road, bounced twice, and then dragged its damaged body into the outer wall of a warehouse.

"Fuck you!"

I roared angrily because I recognized that the unique-looking machine was the [Shilka] that the teaching team was on duty that night.

In other words, some brothers are either dead or injured.

Fortunately, despite the chaos outside, four [Garands] and one [Bellington] had completed their preparations. After breaking into the hangar, I immediately got into one of them without even having time to put on my anti-Dutch suit.

In [Garand], the electromagnetic catapult was used to rush out of the hangar in one go, and the other aircraft also rushed out under gunfire.

At this time, the entire airspace was extremely chaotic. The lines of fire erupted from armored machine guns and the tail flames of air-to-air missiles flashed alternately. Super large light balls continued to erupt in the dark night, like an aerial carnival. To be honest, if you were working alone,

This kind of low-visibility melee is something I love nothing more, because the other side

I would definitely cast a rat weapon to avoid accidentally injuring my teammates, and I could rush and slash unscrupulously, and I would have the advantage anyway. But now that there are a group of people around me, and there is also a [Black Falcon] in the sky that is in a hard fight, I can only

Carefully identify enemies based on the Identification Friend or Foe system and difficult visual inspection.

This feeling was so bad, it was like fighting while blindfolded. In less than five minutes, I fought at least four targets, fired four air-to-air missiles, and emptied two magazines, but nothing happened.

Not a single confirmed hit.

The melee ended with the enemy plane voluntarily breaking away. After we fired randomly, we also took the initiative to hover outside the base.

"This is such a shitty fight, it's like a plate of overcooked spaghetti."

Hugo kept cursing, but the metaphor was quite appropriate.

"Are they all still alive?"

I wiped the sweat from my head and shouted on the radio.

"Basically everyone is alive, but someone else was beaten just now."

Hitler replied.

I was almost scared to death when I heard "again". When I looked again, there were really only five of us mechas around, and they were all reinforcements that had just rushed in.

"Damn, why are you standing there stupidly? Get off quickly!"

I led a group of [Garands] to lower the height in a chaotic manner, and landed directly next to the [Shilka] that had just fallen. At this time, the other brothers were already using various guys to pry the entire sunken cockpit.

The guy kicked the armor plate and kept yelling inside. Parked next to it was the [Black Falcon] whose outer armor was almost completely smashed. What was a bit reassuring was that the open cockpit was intact.

As soon as the mecha stopped, I jumped down, but accidentally fell, and the previously solidified wound on my forehead was cracked again. The pain was unbearable, but I couldn't care less about it, so I casually followed others.

I just grabbed a jack from there.

Rushing towards [Shilka], a group of people worked frantically for more than half an hour to get the hatch open. Several people stuck their heads in to look inside with great hope, but within a second, they all turned around.

He ran out, knelt on the ground and vomited wildly.

To be precise, the mecha soldiers inside were not even corpses. They were completely smashed from the abdomen down. The intestines and internal organs were squeezed out with blood and flowed all over the seats. The upper body was stuck to the ground like minced meat.

It filled the entire bulkhead, and the bloody scene made people feel like a slaughterhouse.

Because we were too eager, we didn't even notice the bullet hole at a fatal angle on the back of [Shilka].

It's over, it's all over.

I sat down on the gravel on the ground in despair, and there was a "clunk" sound of tools falling in my ears.

Tieniu went crazy, really crazy. He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Damn it, who's dead? Please give me a shout!"

Of course, no one responded to him. Tieniu yelled three times before he realized his grammatical error. He then grabbed the person in charge of duty arrangements and asked him about the mecha soldiers on duty tonight.

Datou was obviously crazy too. His speech was incoherent and his thinking was chaotic. At first he said it was the boss who died. After being scolded by Tieniu, he then said it was me who died. Tieniu was so angry that he wanted to beat him. In the end, we fought to the death.

It's not over until he holds on.

At this time, Spike walked to the messy cockpit, opened up the flesh and internal organs with his fingers, and examined the inhuman corpse bit by bit like a rigorous forensic doctor, then turned his head and said painfully:

"It's a stone."

"grass!"

Someone kicked a tool box away in anger.

This is a mecha soldier with whom I have a relatively average friendship, but after nearly a year of study and fighting, everyone has a very good relationship. Suddenly one person died, and his death was so miserable that everyone who was still alive was in despair.

Better off.

"Fuck you!"

The madman suddenly picked up a wrench and ran away with red eyes. We quickly held him down with all our hands and feet.

"Damn it, what are you going to do?"

"What else are you doing? I'm going to kill these bastard radar soldiers and smash their brains out!"

"**Stop it!"

"…….."

Everyone twisted into a ball, yelled hysterically, and even fought. Finally, they exhausted the last bit of energy, and stopped tired and sadly to breathe heavily. The mercenaries of the Vyborg Archers United looked on stupidly.

We are like looking at a group of lunatics, and we don’t know whether to come up and help them, or let us continue to be crazy like this.

"Okay, is it okay to leave the stone sitting there to dry? Why don't you get up and clean it up!"

Tieniu forced himself to drink, and we stood up slowly like zombies, kicking away the person who handed us the shovel and meat clip.

"Go away, these are our brothers, not steak and cement!"

Pull the sticky meat pieces off the bulkhead with your hands and put them into a black plastic bag. The touch of the meat pieces reminds us over and over again that this is our brother who was chatting with us about girls four or five hours ago.

Brothers, the brothers who were bragging and farting with us four or five hours ago, but so what, after everything is cleared away, there is nothing left.
To be continued...