What follows is a battle, a continuous battle.

Less than ten hours after Mr. Kuan left, the Allied forces swarmed in and launched a tsunami-like attack. Our days returned to the previous state: bombing, eating, bombing, sleeping, bombing...

It was never finished. Occasionally, when the army's aviation mecha soldiers were too busy, they had to undertake anti-air defense tasks. Working overtime all night became commonplace, and even guaranteeing two hours of sleep became a luxury.

Nervousness, boredom, fatigue, and danger. This was all part of our life that week. During that time, we barely left our phones for more than ten steps, and everyone smelled like a rotten rag.

In the second week, we welcomed another unwelcome guest in our lives. Although this thing is colorless, tasteless, intangible, and it is unknown whether it belongs to this space or not, our disgust towards it is even greater.

Far surpassing the previous four brothers.

Its name is Nightmare.

"ah!"

I was woken up for the second time in the night, sweating profusely, as if I had been fished out of water.

I don’t know about others, but my dreams have gradually changed from a thriller style to a weird style recently. For example, I just dreamed that I returned home inexplicably, and my mother complained as always and helped me wash the dirty clothes.

I took it off and washed it, then I rushed to the bathtub that I had been longing for for a long time, wearing a towel.

I took a bath in the bathtub. It was quite refreshing at first, but soon I found that the water in the bathtub was bubbling and bubbling, and finally turned into a deep red color, and exuded a fishy stench like blood. I was shocked.

I rushed out of the bathroom and happened to see my mother rubbing her clothes on the balcony. As soon as she rubbed her clothes, a stream of bright red blood came out...

The pale cold moon half hung in the night sky. Everyone else was sleeping like dead pigs. They were not awakened by my scream. It was probably because this nightmare disturbed my thinking. I subconsciously took out my PC and wanted to make a call home.

, but when I opened the address book, I was stunned and didn’t know what to do.

What should I say? My son, I am currently at the forefront of the world war, slashing and killing, or am there already comrades around me who have been maimed, maybe I will be next?

Of course I can't say that.

Facts have proved that not every legion leader is a bastard like Londenev. The mechas and supplies we lost were immediately replenished as soon as they arrived in Lot Town. Even the commendation message from the headquarters was received first.

The time has come, but we are active-duty officers of the Republic of China. We cannot be given military ranks, so we have to use medals and telegrams to commend the entire army as means of reward. It should be said that our battlefield performance has won considerable respect from the entire army.

But we didn't feel much relief. Under the huge mental pressure, we all felt more and more difficult to support, almost suffocated by the spiritual noose, and the more we fought, the emptier our hearts became - why are we here?

Going up to an unfamiliar land to fight an unrelated army?

Exiting the communication directory, I opened the message book and started flipping through it. Unsurprisingly, I saw the message from Ajerina on the first one:

"Chen Xiang, are you okay? I saw intelligence yesterday that all the outer positions of Königsberg have been lost, and the troops have been compressed into the area around the city center. There are three Allied armies outside you.

troops, and reinforcements from about four divisions of the Allied Forces are already on the road. Your life must be very difficult now. After all, you are such a powerful enemy, and you are completely irrelevant to this war..."

What follows is another long narrative of seven to eight hundred words, but for some reason, this time I patiently read this paragraph bit by bit, and then I did something that even I found incredible - opened the

Write interface and start replying to messages.

"It should be said that it was very bad. The battle was very miserable. Just today, the Allied forces sent out heavy troops to attack Highland 702. We attacked three times and lost hundreds of tons of ammunition. Almost the entire mountain was blown up, but 702

The high ground was still lost, and all the mecha battalions participating in the defense were

We were all dead and refused to accept the bottle of wine, so we sent another battalion to try to counterattack with a night attack. We didn't even bother to sleep, and hung up cluster bombs all night to attack. However, we didn't expect that the Allied forces would overwhelm us in just a few hours.

A regiment of mechas has more guns and cannons, and the fire control system is better than that of the Treaty Army.

The goods are much stronger. There is almost no difference between fighting at night and during the day. A battalion sent with wine bottles was half knocked off without even touching the door. The bulk of the landline also had one of its legs blown off and almost couldn't come back. With cooperation

The attacking top student also took a hit, and now he is still lying in the hospital with shrapnel removed...

.Although no one has died so far, I don’t know when this kind of thing will come, and I don’t know who it will come to. Maybe it’s Iron Bull, maybe it’s a madman, maybe it’s Big Head, maybe it’s someone from the teaching group.

No one can be more annoying than this ghostly thing."

After waiting for thirty seconds, Agelina's message came back. The content was very short, only a few words.

"Are you afraid of death? Chen Xiang."

I simply replied with two words:

"nonsense."

In the early morning of the next day, just when I got up from the bed with my head shaking, and was about to go to the hangar to tidy up the mecha, a man stopped me at the door. I recognized him as a handsome adjutant under Jiupingpin.

After "slapping" him twice, we didn't see him in the military camp for a long time.

"Captain Chen, our commander wants to discuss something with you. Can you please come and pay me a favor?"

The adjutant said politely, none of his previous arrogance was gone.

Although I don't like this guy very much, the people he serves are n levels older than me. If you just refuse to go, you will be treated to peanuts.

"Sir, if you need it, you can just give the order directly. Why do you have to be so polite?"

I muttered something.

The adjutant's face suddenly became embarrassed, but he still ordered his men to drive the jeep over.

As soon as I ran out of the camp, I felt that something was wrong, because the jeep did not run to the brigade headquarters in the town, but rushed directly onto the road and headed towards the city center. What surprised me even more was that the jeep made many twists and turns on the street.

The final stop turned out to be the Army Headquarters!

"Hey, long time no see, Captain, how have you been lately?"

Lieutenant General Osonisky, whom I hadn't seen for a long time, said hello to me. We were both haggard after more than ten days apart, but this guy was still so strong.

"It's not that good. I'm busy every day and haven't made any repairs yet."

I yawned.

Lieutenant General Osonisky laughed, and then gestured to the adjutant who was like a wooden stake behind me.

"That's it. I have indeed received the information from the Second Lieutenant and the Colonel. I just need to tell him that I am very satisfied with it."

The handsome adjutant took the order wisely and went out. We were the only two left in the huge office. Lieutenant General Osonisky knocked on the half-drunk bottle of rum placed on the table.

"Would you like some first, Captain? You don't seem to be in good spirits."

"Thank you, sir."

I unceremoniously picked up the bottle and took a big sip. The cold, irritating liquid made me shiver, and my spirits improved a little.

At this moment, the lieutenant general suddenly spoke and asked:

"I heard that you have had the experience of cosplaying a gray smile in the country?"

These words almost made me spray all the liquid on his face.

"It's not a cosplay officer, he just went crazy driving someone else's mecha and was rescued in the end. It's not a particularly glorious deed."

"Haha, under the tight azimuthal firepower of the Satsuma Army, you damaged a heavy-carrying ship. Most people are really crazy and can't achieve this effect." The lieutenant general shook a report in his hand, "Although I have seen your recent

Operation information, but I still can't help but want to ask, was it really you who killed the 'Horn'?"

"Yes, sir."

I confirmed it directly. This kind of crooked way of speaking makes me very unhappy.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me sir, don't waste your alcohol."

"Haha, you are indeed a cheerful person, come with me."

Lieutenant General Osoniski pressed the corner of the table and walked out of the office, and I quickly followed him. Guardsmen kept saluting him along the way. Standing next to him, I felt a sense of pride.

"To be precise, I plan to let you continue your work?"

"What?"

"Just continue cosplaying the gray smile."

As soon as these words came out, I was so frightened. Are you kidding me? I had finally managed to break away from the bad identity of Gray Smile, and now someone wanted me to hang it back, and he was also the commander of the Treaty Army. It was really nonsense.

"Sir, don't be ridiculous. Although my skills are better than those of ordinary mecha soldiers, how could they be so good that they would be exposed in a fight?"

I really can't imagine that this bad idea came from a general.

"Techniques and stuff are about the same. I've seen the combat video. Your combat style is quite similar to Gray Smile's. They both rush and fight hard. As long as they look good enough, it's fine. As for the results, I'll teach the people in the group later.

Take a breath and ask them to help you brush up, and any results will be recorded in your account."

Stealing other people's records is something that someone who has been lacking in virtue for eight lifetimes is too dirty.

"Sir...sir, this is meaningless. The record keeps coming back to this number..."

"Nonsense, it's meaningless. Why don't I take you around other military camps later? The morale of everyone is extremely low now. Many people hurt themselves before the war started. They took their positions to avoid the battle. Some

The Central Asia team even spread rumors that we will be abandoned and sacrificed as cannon fodder, and we are going to rebel at any time. If I don't set an example at this time, how can I cheer up these impotent guys."

"Is it that serious?"

I was shocked. I originally thought that the condition of the teaching regiment was bad enough, but I didn't expect that the condition of the army headquarters was actually worse.

"That's it, forget it, even if it's my order, you have to do it even if you don't do it. If you do something wrong, be careful, I will do it to you."

When we walked to a deserted place, the lieutenant general showed his fierce appearance for a moment. People under the eaves had to lower their heads. I had to hold my nose and reluctantly respond, thinking that you still don't care whether I go back or not.

A few minutes later, we all went down to a small underground hangar. The hangar was not large, only about three or four mechas. Now there was a special-type [Il] standing upright there. I always

I feel like there's something wrong with this thing, but I can't put my finger on it.

"Oh, this is the mecha you will use in the future. The avionics and weapon systems have been enhanced, but the operation is basically similar to your [Ilml]."

I looked around and jumped up immediately:

"Holy crap, what the hell is this? [El] and [Garland] are so different. If you use this thing to act like a gray smile, you won't even believe it!"

"Oh, don't worry, I asked a technician to carve out that smiley face with the strictest dimensions based on photos and video data. It will definitely be exactly the same as the original."

"It's useless. How does this look like you? People with so many smiling faces think you have a gray smile? Are you kidding me, boss? The Allied mecha soldiers are neither blind nor brainless. This is too ridiculous!

"

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Just make do with it. Just treat it as familiar. Maybe they will get used to it after just seeing it."

"It doesn't look familiar. It's almost as if you're blind."
Chapter completed!