I go home a lot.

From elementary school to high school, I was a standard day student. It wasn’t until I entered college that I started living in a dormitory. I would run home every day during college, and I would even take time to sneak home after a three-day break during a sports meet.

The frequency is second to none among contemporary college students.

But I've never felt like this before.

The Satsuma Army's air raids have not stopped for a day. Because there has not been a full-scale declaration of war, these guys have not attacked civilian facilities for the time being. However, the bus schedule has been greatly affected. The trains are very few and often delayed. The tickets I booked are even more

I simply postponed it to twelve o'clock in the evening, but this arrangement was just what I wanted.

The result was similar to what I had calculated. It was not even three o'clock in the morning when I got home. The whole community was sleeping and quiet, and my parents were probably still in a deep sleep. I sneaked upstairs and opened the door with my key.

Using memory, he carefully circumvented various obstacles, large and small, without making any movement.

It seems that the skills I have developed in the past have not fallen behind yet.

Time seemed to go back in an instant. I seemed to see myself playing online games all night during the summer vacation. In the middle of the night, I couldn't help but sneak out of the room, pee, pour boiling water and look for snacks.

It was also similar to what I calculated. The bedroom door was closed tightly, and my father's snoring could be heard from time to time.

Everything seems to be the same as usual.

If I take off this outfit, there really won't be any difference.

A strong feeling of sadness surged over my head. I put my whole weight on my knees and knelt down. I kowtowed three times in front of the bedroom door. I paused and looked up at the door, and then knelt three more times.

After doing all this, I exited as quietly as I came, then got on the bus two hours later and returned to the base.

At this time, I had secretly left the team for almost a day. According to the communication efficiency of this information age, no matter how much the news of the Crassow family's breach of contract was kept secret, it should have already reached the teaching team and the Viborg Shooters United. So how will everyone discuss this?

Something? Sorry, I don’t know and I don’t want to think about it. In any case, I didn’t go back to the air raid shelter or the hangar. It should be said that anyone who wants to be shameless will not go back.

I bypassed the patrol post and sneaked into the container near the hangar. I scanned the interior and breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that no one was there.

Due to the continuous battle losses, there have been a lot less miscellaneous wreckage in the container. Only [Garand] with a sad smile on his face is still sitting in the same place. The oil stains on the body have been cleaned by chemical solutions, and it is in tatters.

The rotten outer armor has also been replaced, and it looks brand new. What surprised me even more is that the missile launcher on the mecha has been loaded with live ammunition, and there are also a lot of firearms scattered around.

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Because all the work was carried out secretly in the container, to be honest, it was beyond my expectation that it could be done to this extent without the use of large-scale engineering equipment.

Standing in front of this special [Garand], I couldn't help but be filled with emotion. It was with this aircraft that I had my first air combat, my first crash, my first infamous nickname, my first

I was on TV for the first time... Later I flew all kinds of mechas and fought with all kinds of mechas, but now I have to use this oldest mecha again for the last time.

Attack.

Because it begins and ends because of it, it seems like a reincarnation has been completed.

"Let's go, old friend."

I took a deep breath and said to that smiling face with a serious face.

Light up the avionics equipment, run the engine, release the unlocking handle... The entire set of starting actions is completed within four or five seconds, as skillfully as operating your own hands and feet.

At this time, the door of the container suddenly opened. Because of the backlight, I couldn't see who it was, but I could clearly see that the guy's body froze. I simply stepped on the pedal, and the nozzles all over the body of [Garand]

With a terrifying explosive sound, the machine body broke through the top of the container and shot high into the sky with power output regardless of fuel consumption. The figure of the guy was quickly sucked into the ground and could no longer be seen.

[Garand] rolled half a circle and changed its course. The blue flames danced and flew in the night sky with the movement of the mecha, illuminating the numerous scars on the armor and the crazy smile on the mask.

The flowing fire flew around and enveloped the machine body, looking like a phoenix that had reached nirvana in flames.

"Walk!"

I shouted loudly and stepped on the pedal, driving the body to surge with maximum power.

The target is the Satsuma fleet that is still swimming at sea at night.

According to previous experience, I lowered the flight altitude to less than 50 meters. The darkness and water spray made the field of view even worse this time. Except for various sensors, there was almost nothing to trust. What was even worse was that it was a single aircraft operation.

, so even if I plunge into the sea and use it as a torpedo, or someone crashes into a battleship and uses it as a human anti-ship missile, no one will remind me like last time.

But fortunately, I'm used to it, used to fighting alone.

Based on my last experience, I used a counter to estimate the difference based on my own feeling, and mentally counted down the ten seconds for the pull-up time that was about to reach the end.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... three, two, one, get up!"

The g-force came violently, and my field of vision expanded at an alarming speed. Almost at the same time, I felt the overwhelming firelight blazing towards me.

The radar flashed, and the number of enemy troops jumped out—four battleships.

eeodas flashed and jumped out of the ship to enlarge the image - three ocean-going combat ships and one heavy-carrying ship.

According to the textbook, attacking a fleet of this size requires at least ten attack mechas and more than twenty aviation mechas, and the attack must be from three or more directions to achieve a certain effect.

But now the attackers are ridiculously weak - only one person and one machine.

But I'm not afraid. I should say that I have nothing to be afraid of now!

"Boom boom boom"

Anti-aircraft missiles exploded one after another in the airspace, showering down cocoon-breaking links as densely as fireworks. 180mm heavy bombs continued to fly through the air, and armor-piercing grenades with radio proximity fuses erupted into hellish flames.

A fireball!

"Ouch!"

I roared like an agitated vicious dog, and pulled the joystick horizontally and vertically as hard as I could, driving the Garand to draw a nearly acute-angle trajectory, flying against the fire net formed by the armor-piercing connecting rods.

Come forward.

"Boom, boom, boom"

The armor made a loud sound like being hit, and the armor damage on the three-dimensional image quickly turned green.

g force, impact, g force, impulse…………

Two powerful physical and chemical energies penetrated fiercely into the cockpit, and even wearing anti-G suits could not offset it. Only then did I remember that the shock absorbers of [Garand] had already been damaged by Iron Bull in Viborg.

, it seems that the people from the Viborg Shooters United did not have time to repair this component.

An armor-piercing connecting rod directly hit the cockpit armor from above and detonated, almost blowing the cockpit out of the mecha. I felt as if someone had punched me hard. My nasal cavity was hot, and the scalding liquid rushed out. Flows wildly outward from the nostrils.

"Get the fuck out of here!"

My eyes were red from the severe pain. I roared like crazy and followed a gap into the inner circle of the fleet's defense line.

Looking over the fire control menu, each launcher can be used against ships in two groups of six "Red Arrow-10" heavy air-to-ground missiles. Although this type of missile was originally designed to attack ground targets such as land combat mechas, It does not have anti-ship combat performance, but with a static armor penetration depth of 1,500 millimeters, it also has quite terrifying lethality against the armor of battleship-level targets.

But the range is too close, only seven kilometers, less than a fraction of an anti-ship missile.

Then get closer, get closer!

The 57mm automatic cannon and the 20mm Gatling cannon were also firing crazily here. Since I was the only one with one gun, the Satsuma warship could concentrate its firepower here without any scruples. My field of vision was completely blocked by the torrential rain of stray bullets. Covered, every piece of armor on the machine body made a tearing sound as it was damaged by bullets. I even had the illusion that I had been beaten to pieces.

The armor made a tragic shattering sound, and the armor damage on the three-dimensional image quickly turned yellow.

"Come on, come on, hit this way!"

I roared and rushed in, and soon the nozzles on Garand's shoulders and the armor were destroyed. I could only transfer all the output to the back thrusters, and rushed forward staggeringly like a kite that was blown away. A heavily protected ship.

"Idiot, why can't you fight me down?

"Fuck, it's coming, it's coming!"

"Eight frames, enlarge the image...this...isn't this a gray smile? It should have been killed, why is it here!"

"Whatever he is, kill him quickly, kill him! Don't let him get close to the flagship!"

The radio waves filled with frenzied emotions were beating randomly between the ships, causing people to have splitting headaches.

"Bang bang bang"

All the launch tubes were opened at the same time. I first fired four air-to-air missiles to induce each automatic cannon to attack. Then I released the six most powerful missiles in one breath. Finally, I drove the mecha under me. It’s like turning into a huge cannonball and chasing the missile’s wake!

Three of the four air-to-air missiles were intercepted, and one exploded directly on the outer shell of the heavy-carrying ship, shattering the outer armor.

Six air-to-surface missiles were intercepted, and five exploded on the outer shell of the heavy-carrying ship, shattering the outer armor and part of the base armor.

[Garand] put up the damaged shoulder armor plate, used the last of its engine energy, and crashed into the bullet hole where the smoke had not dissipated!

"boom"

The broken armor plates were completely destroyed, and the unstable [Garand] directly hit the inner wall on the other side and fell to the ground.

"cut!"

The projected image squeaked and twisted a few times before it recovered. With my head bruised from the fall, I drove the machine to slowly stand up. This round of crazy breakthrough completely damaged the newly repaired armor belt of [Garand]. , the most intuitive display is that the entire three-dimensional image turns red.

"drop!"

The sound of the alarm made me sober up. In front of me was a large internal space, which was filled with complex pipelines, machines, and... mechas. The models were all familiar to me [Garand], and the painting was It is the blue and white color commonly used by the Satsuma Army, with four or five units in a circle, fixed on an electromagnetic catapult that looks like a revolver bullet slot, and there are also two standby units fixed on both sides of the bulkhead. It seems right, this It's the inside of a heavy-carry ship.

At this time, the space was already in chaos. The red warning lights made the interior look like a devil's cave. ant-like mechanics were running around with their heads in their hands. From time to time, there were a few stubborn mecha soldiers desperately trying to attack various places.

The mechas ran, trying to activate them.

I couldn't help but sneer, okay, how should I kill them next?
Chapter completed!