After two days of fierce fighting, the 21st Independent Mechanized Brigade was forced to retreat to the rear under the high pressure of a reorganized mecha division. Less than two-thirds of the brigade's personnel could still carry out orders, and the losses were incredibly high.

Even though we kept spinning like a top every day for these three days, even though we threw more firecrackers than we had eaten, and even though we slept less than two hours on average, we were also beaten during the retreat due to lack of manpower.

He was forced to help, and he spent the entire morning destroying supplies in a dizzy manner.

Warehouse, explode!

Hangar, explode!

Bunker, blow up!

Excess vehicles, explode!

Abandoned mecha, explode!

………..

To be honest, when we activated the radio detonation device and watched the fire and debris take off, we couldn't help but lament that war is really a money-burning game, with supplies worth tens of millions being reimbursed with just a single order.

Thank God, due to the development of medical technology, there are now only two types of human beings on the battlefield: the living and the dead. It is said that in the old century, a wounded person was added to the options. It is said that the wounded were divided into lightly wounded, seriously wounded and ordinary people.

It is said that special "means" are always used to deal with the wounded during retreat...

However, the habit of burning corpses in the old century has still been retained. Although I don’t know which guy who lacked great virtue invented a special incinerator. You only need to spread the corpse on a metal surface like a radar dome, and then use electric fire to burn it for two seconds.

The inside of the clock was a complete pile of ashes, but the job was still handed over to our group of newcomers. We had no choice but to endure the nausea and use mechanical shovels to pile up the incomplete bodies of the same kind and sweep them down.

, and then pile it on...

The only good thing is that none of the guys we threw up were from the teaching team.

Of course, we had to carry this shit all the way to the end. We were still looking for the field bathroom with the smell of ashes all over our bodies, and we soon received a new task - to cover the evacuation of the brigade's ground troops.

To be precise, it is two shifts, ensuring that six aviation mechas can be seen spinning above the head of the hotel every minute, but this has troubled us. We originally expected to catch up on some sleep after finishing our work, but unexpectedly it happened again.

It's this kind of exhausting work that doesn't pay off.

"Damn it, haven't you seen that my eyelids can hardly be opened?"

Tieniu scolded him directly.

"Shut up. If I give you an order, just do it honestly, or I'll kill you all." He probably felt that this order was unreasonable. Lord Brigade thought for a while and added, "The mecha battalion directly under the brigade will also do the same."

Come help.”

It's like giving one group of unlucky people the company of another group of unlucky people.

As a reserve force, the direct mecha battalion has lower combat experience and skills than us, so the combat losses are much greater than that of our teaching regiment. There are only six [Il]s left in combat strength, which is just enough to support one

The bearded captain also felt a little sorry and immediately said that they would be on duty as the first shift.

I spent the meager two or three hours lying in the trailer with my eyes closed and meditating. I was surrounded by my landline phone and piles of weapons and ammunition, which made me feel very at ease. Although my brain was too tired to move, I still

Can't sleep.

Noise, vibration, noise, and dangers that may come at any time, this is really not a place where people can rest peacefully.

Another point is that there is no information about the new mecha that I encountered two days ago, and I have never encountered it again. I don’t know when I will get a black shot while flying. Thinking about it makes my skin crawl.

I casually took out the PCP and wanted to dial that familiar number. In my previous combat career, that person could always give me good help when I had questions about weapons. However, fortunately, I didn’t think about it a second before dialing.

Let me remind you of that very important thing - this contact was permanently crossed out by me more than a hundred hours ago.

The bitter feeling surged out, and I couldn't help but grin.

Some words can be said very hard, but others feel sticky and tough, and they can't be pulled no matter what.

I had no choice but to call up the name of another contact. After thinking about it, I decided to exit the communication interface and sent a short message instead:

"Attached is a picture. Have you heard of this kind of weapon?

Soon, my question received feedback, and it was a very long feedback.

"The 'air defense module' in the 'Land Warrior Module' newly manufactured by the Rhodes family in accordance with the requirements of the Allied Forces is mainly equipped with a 76mm anti-aircraft gun modified from a naval gun and three small anti-aircraft missiles. The artillery is mainly made of

The semi-automatic firing mode has a rate of fire of about 20 to 30 rounds per minute and 50 rounds of ammunition. It can directly threaten all low-altitude flying mechas and can also attack ground targets with level fire. It is currently mainly equipped with the latest [Krag Mk1]."

I deeply doubt whether this guy's hand speed is monster-level, or whether he simply sleeps with his arms around the PCP?

"Module? Does that mean there's more than one?"

The reply to the message was faster this time, less than ten seconds.

"Yes, there are five types of 'support module', 'artillery module', 'command module', 'sniper module', and 'mobile module', and no matter which module can be loaded and unloaded within half an hour, currently

Three hundred sets have been supplied to the frontline as a phase one trial."

I was dumbfounded. As expected of an army that adheres to the principle of "technologically building an army", it is so fun to play. A simple land combat mecha has almost been turned into a snake oil weapon by them.

Suddenly, a question suddenly occurred to me - I asked too many questions, and Ajelina answered too many questions, even involving customer orders.

It feels like using someone else's trust to gather information, which is very shameful.

"Thanks."

I replied briefly with a message, cutting off any possibility of the other party finding a topic. Then I thought about it, endured my headache, and kicked up every one of the Air Force and Navy brothers who were sleeping in the container, causing chaos everywhere they went.

Greetings to the eighteenth generation of my ancestors.

Scolding and scolding, but life-threatening matters still have to be heard. According to the old rules, everyone gathered in a circle to hold the first aviation mecha tactical consultation meeting of the teaching group.

"Is there a module equipped with medium-caliber anti-aircraft guns and anti-aircraft missiles? It is indeed a bit troublesome. The armor of the interceptor-type mecha cannot withstand such a blow. Unfortunately, we do not have an attack-type mecha."

Tieniu touched his stubble-covered chin and muttered. After touching for a long time, he still couldn't find his chin from the "black forest".

Not just him, everyone seemed to have just returned from extreme survival in the wild. Their bodies were covered in dirt, their breath was weak, their eyes were weak, and they seemed to be about to fall over at any moment.

Datou gave himself a slap in the face and cheered up:

"Then from now on, we can't rush randomly. We must maintain a proper altitude. But how are these things configured in the Allied Forces? We can't see a mecha platoon attacking at an altitude of three to four thousand meters."

The pain in my head is getting worse and worse, as if it is about to burst at any time, but I still have to finish the work that needs to be done.

"There are not many pieces, only a hundred sets... It's hard to say in the future. Now it is probably only assigned to battalion-level units, and such a set of equipment is estimated to be expensive, and it is impossible to fully equip it, so when encountering a large Allied force

Just be careful."

"Dad Chen, is the information reliable? Miss Edith isn't..."

The madman said something out of nowhere, but the iron bull on the side immediately slapped him.

"Shut up!"

The lunatic also knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he kept his head silent and stopped talking. The other brothers couldn't help but look at me. I managed to laugh twice, but I pretended not to have heard him.

After discussing the main points, we were ready to break up and go to sleep.

"boom"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise of a violent reaction of chemical materials outside, or to be precise, right next to us. We hurriedly pushed open the observation window on the side of the container, and saw a flaming trailer rolling and flying over our heads.

It was buckled onto another trailer nearby and turned into a squashed tin cake!

"Fuck, it's a calf!"

Everyone shouted out the name of this type of air-to-surface missile most commonly used by the Allied Forces.

Before he finished speaking, several missiles were scattered from the air, and another unlucky trailer collapsed into the sky!

Seeing that we were about to become a moving target for precision-guided weapons, we no longer cared about our headaches and fever, and jumped into the mecha one after another, turning on the radio and yelling curses while jumping.

"Damn it, Glenczyski, you even said you wanted us to sleep peacefully. If you listen to me, you guys will die without knowing it!"

The other person immediately yelled back.

"Fuck you, come up here and see how busy I am here!"

When I heard his tone of voice, which was as urgent as a machine gun fire, I immediately felt something was wrong. I immediately drove the robotic arm to pull open the top cover of the container, revealing a sky as pale as a dead man's face.

To be honest, I was stunned by the sight in front of me.

Mechas, big mechas!

There were at least fifty units in total, and the scattered firepower seemed to have opened a certain metal canopy. Six [Il] units were severely scarred by the continuous concentrated fire, and they didn't even have a chance to breathe!

"Damn it, come on, something big has happened!"

Tieniu cursed.

There was no ejection device in the container, so we had to directly pull up the machine body and use the vertical take-off and landing machine of the mecha to lift off. The container and trailer were immediately burned with a row of holes by the high-temperature flames, and they were completely scrapped.

The aircraft rose up in a chaotic manner, and the [Hatchkiss] fleet immediately allocated half of its forces to deal with us. However, this division of forces was not done well, and there was obviously some confusion in the formation. We immediately caught this flaw.

"Speed ​​up and break them up!"

Tieniu roared and turned on the afterburner and took the lead in charging forward.

Before their formation was formed, we rushed forward at full speed and successfully broke up their formation. However, we also fell into chaos at the same time. We could not even determine the position of our wingmen, so we could only fight on our own.

At this critical time, my head started to hurt again. The pain was so severe that I could hardly concentrate. What's worse, the pain seemed to affect my eyes, and everything I saw was double-image!

Although the combat status has been adjusted, my reaction speed has not kept up. It was like I was sleepwalking. It wasn't until a [Hatchkiss] swung its compound sword in front of me and killed me that I suddenly woke up.

"Click"

[Ilml]'s chest armor plate was immediately split open, and he suddenly fell hundreds of meters. It was the first time since he was a mecha soldier that he was cut with a knife. I was immediately furious and held him back with my backhand [Ha

Chikas]'s compound slashing sword, and then the rotating missile launcher fired fiercely at close range. Not only did it blow up the enemy aircraft to pieces, but it also caused a lot of damage to my own body.

Pulling out the thermal knife, just when I was about to kill this bastard, shells suddenly flew from the distance, forcing me to push away, and at the same time, I used armored machine guns to attack the two approaching Hotchkiss.

】Fight back, but at the same time, another [Hatchkiss] came from above and waved the compound slashing sword, ready to hit me. The spike rushed up in time with a rapid fire from the armored machine gun and crippled this guy, but he was also very

About to be heavily besieged………….

Sixteen "Il" series units versus more than fifty "Hatchkiss" series units were crowded into a small airspace to start the battle. There was no formation, no tactics, missiles, cannons, armored machine guns, thermal knives, and composites.

Swords, fists, all available weapons were used, and each mecha soldier tried his best to kill the enemy in front of him.
Chapter completed!