() The air raid shelter is not a place that is beneficial to physical and mental health.

I remember when I was a child, I went to an abandoned civilian air raid shelter, but I almost couldn't get it out. The first feeling was that it was so deep, the second feeling was that it was so dull, and the third feeling was that it was really not a place for people to live in. Although military air raid shelter facilities are far more complete than civilians, this kind of cat's sense of depression is difficult to erase in a limited space like a rat hole, especially a hard mouse hole made of reinforced concrete.

A room of more than 100 square meters has become the temporary garage of the teaching team. Although it uses upper and lower bunks, the grade is much higher than that of the university dormitory. At least it has air conditioning, computers (one room, four units, a relatively new product SE), automatic laundry and drying room, plus a three-proof fully enclosed transmission belt, and automatic robots are regularly used to disinfect and clean.

But one problem brought by high automation is that our job is all about eating and sleeping.

"Hey, why do I feel more upset when I look at you?"

"Damn it, such a coincidence, I'm not happy with you anymore. Come on, why are we going out to practice?"

"Success, fight one-on-one, don't call people if you don't use them."

Then Boss Iron Bull's roar rang through the sky like thunder.

"Damn it, believe it or not, I'll kill you two together!"

After watching the scenes that people have to perform every day, I turned around and started to jump to the web pages. If it was okay when the weather was calm, at least I could log in to the Internet to check information with the wireless network, but once the fight started...

"Sir"

The explosion shock penetrated the ground at a depth of two hundred meters, and we could only tilt our heads and hold the shattered cement slag, praying that the ground-boring bombs fell on our heads were not ground-boring bombs. What is unsettling is that the frequency of bombing in the past two days has become increasingly higher, from one explosion to three explosions a day, and finally even after the explosion, there were midnight snacks.

This situation is very bad, which means that the Republic of the base was completely suppressed.

My contact with the Vyborg Shehe team on the ground was maintained intermittently. From their mouths, I learned that the situation of the war was not bad, but terrible: After understanding the weakness of the insufficient equipment of the Republic Mecha Unit, the Satsuma Army began to use large formations with more than twenty aircraft to attack. The escort force alone was more than twice the assets of all our families. When they saw the organisms take off, they rushed down in groups of three or five and were desperately entangled. No matter how the mercenaries rushed left and right, they were useless. The results were slight and the losses were huge.

Generally speaking, the ending of this conversation is "Captain, do you have any solutions?"

How? My most intuitive reaction is to look at the RI period on PCP, and then pinch your fingers to calculate how many days, hours, minutes and seconds our order will arrive!

This kind of ricochet has been through three days before delivery. During that time, a typhoon suddenly blew on the sea, and the Satsuma army's actions were forced to stop. We were finally able to climb up and get some breath.

As soon as we got up, we were all frightened by the tragic damage on the ground: more than 30 buildings of all sizes were destroyed, and most of them were blown away to the point of being charred. The feet were covered with gravel, and even an inch of intact road surface could not be found. All kinds of burnt wreckage were discarded on the road, and the members inside were also thrown in the car because they had completely burned together with the car shell and could not be decomposed.

It seems like I have just experienced the end of the world.

We walked dizzyly on the ruins until we met an officer with gauze wrapped around our heads, and hurried up to ask him where the cafeteria was.

"Is it the guy from the teaching group?"

The officer glanced at us coldly and nodded.

"roll!"

The frigidity in his eyes turned into fury, he shouted in a low and hoarse voice, and limped away.

We were scolded for no reason as soon as we came out, and we were immediately depressed.

"Damn it, what are you doing? I've taken the gun and medicine!"

Fattu said dissatisfiedly, Datou quickly smoothed out the situation.

"Forget it, I'm just injured and I'm in a bad mood."

We continued to circle and it took a long time to find a field cooking chariot that was temporarily built using a broken wall. A group of disheveled and dirty soldiers lined up. After receiving their own food, they sat down to eat tiredly. Many people fell asleep without a few bites.

In contrast, we are cleanly like aliens.

We also lined up honestly, but I always felt that as we appeared, the atmosphere around us became more and more wrong: some people were chewing things while looking at us, some people were drinking soup while looking at us, and some people simply aimed at us without doing anything, with cold eyes.

I was ranked first, and when it was finally my turn, the cook did not give me a meal bag, but instead threw a spoonful of potatoes on my face, and at the same time, he was swearing over.

"Damn, you guys are so embarrassed to come and have a meal!

My face was full of burning stinging pain, but I was more shocked than this. To be honest, there were many people who were labeled as "farm bucket", including wild boars, Catlin Generals, and other instructors, but I never dreamed that I would be labeled as this hat by the Republicans.

"call"

The madman first pounced on him like an angry bulldog, kicked the cook in the face, then pressed him to the ground and swung his fist and beat him up, making his face bloom.

"Damn, what did you say? Say it again, I'll say it again!"

"Fuck, just say it," the cook raised his bloody face desperately, as if he wanted to bite the madman, "If you have sex, go and fight the Samoans. Every day we are fighting for life and sacrificing. What are you doing? It's a terrible skill to stay in the air-raid shelter. Also, you are not a hero, so show us!"

The madman was stupid, I was stupid, and everyone in the teaching team was stupid. Now we finally understand the chill of the hostile eyes along the way.

That is contempt for those who are stubborn.

In the end, I forgot how I escaped from there. Anyway, the soldiers were chasing us coldly for a long time, and it was not until we escaped back to the air raid shelter.

Everyone was silent all day long, without eating or talking, and lay on the bed and looked up at the dome of the air-raid shelter, like a group of dying people. Even the iron cows, who have always been full of magic, had no motivation and no need to worry about anything.

After dinner, I took the time to sneak into the hangar of the Vyborg Sheshe United Team. I found that the situation here was not much better than on the ground. Various tools were thrown on the ground. A [Garland] wreckage was lying on the ground and waiting for dismantling. Two of them next to me were in a half-kneeling posture, waiting for the donation of the organs of fellow citizens. They felt that they were not much better than the wreckage. The two machines in the distance were also hanging out seriously damaged outer armor, leaving only two skeleton racks covered with pipelines.

Among all the machines, only one [Garland] and one [Shilek] are relatively intact, but they are also scarred and even the coating is incomplete.

"Yo, captain, come to inspect the work."

Hugo was lighting a cigarette, his hair was placed horizontally and vertically, and his handsome face was full of fatigue. He forced a smile at me when he saw me coming.

"Well, is that bad?"

Even I felt like I had asked nonsense.

"It's quite bad," Hugo spat out a smoke ring and smiled bitterly, "Those Satsuma bastards are so cunning. They are dozens of units pressed over each time. We have to use high-speed raids and escape with one strike. Although we took four or five units, the loss is still quite large. Maxine's body was shot down two days ago, so we had to stand it as a part here. You have also seen the conditions of the rest of the machines. Not only are they maintained, but they don't even have enough maintenance. I guess they will fall apart if they fly two more times.

I frowned tightly, but I didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

"How are the personnel? Are there serious casualties?"

"One died of a forced landing, one was smashed by shells in the air battle, and the rest were injured, not serious, but... but all brothers who fought together, they were gone!"

Hugo murmured in pain and spit out the smoke in big mouthfuls.

At this time, Hitler walked over with a lunch box, with a hint of sorrow on his face.

"Captain, although we are using money to do things, we don't mean we have to pay our lives. What do you think?"

I gritted my teeth.

To be honest, I feel a sense of guilt about paying off the lives of my subordinates.

"Everyone, hold on for a little while, the new body will arrive in two or three days. At that time, I will ask Chen Tianmin that bastard more about the loss and processing costs of the gods."

"Haha, I hope so, I want double."

abis.”

I was shocked. Although we were in the military academy, although it was strictly prohibited, there were still students secretly sucking low-end drugs that were popular in the old century. After sucking, they didn't count. They even put a bag on their doorstep to sell and earn drug money. At the beginning, we didn't know what new things were, so we bought a small batch and ordered them to play with them. But the result was that Captain Hu, who was in the rounds, recognized them and cursed them. He also asked each of us to write a ten thousand-word inspection book.

"Oh, there's no way. I just slept for an hour every day for a whole week, all this thing is all about this thing."

Hitler explained with a wry smile.

I was speechless.

After returning to the air-raid shelter, I briefly described the whole situation to Itis, tens of thousands of kilometers away. I did not directly express my feelings, but I think Itis should be able to understand if he was not a fool, and understand that we are now in a difficult situation.

There was only a deep breathing sound on the other end of the microphone, which was Itise's breath and the current head of the Crasso family. There seemed to be an indescribable emotion brewing in her heart.

Finally, she answered me lightly.

"Okay, the body will be delivered the day after tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"It's okay, you must be careful."

"Well, don't worry." ps: Two thousand words contributed to the experimental report, so today there were only so many...
Chapter completed!