() One month after the start of the God of the North Offensive, the regular Confederate forces were essentially wiped out by the fierce offensive of the Treaty Army. In addition, the large number of strategic points fell, which further weakened the Confederate movement space. Therefore, large-scale positions were

The war had basically ceased at the beginning of 084 AD.

Instead, the local guerrilla-type organization "Chasers" quickly became active and carried out piecemeal "targeted killings" of the treaty army's garrison, which caused great trouble to the treaty army. It was quite similar to the South Asian guerrillas who jumped up and down to shoot black guns.

The style of killing an empire.

But it's just a bit similar.

After all, the Treaty Army is also the only two fully mechanized army in the world. Both the weapons and the quality of the personnel are far from the local products of the past. Traditional guerrilla warfare is very difficult, and each attack requires a cost that is almost equal to the number of enemies annihilated.

The price is huge, and what's more terrible is that the guerrillas do not belong to the regular army and naturally do not fall within the protection scope of the Geneva Convention. Once they are arrested, they will be in heaven and hell, and they will walk together on the road to hell.

I regretted it at the time, because it was really a waste of money.

Hubbert and his team, with more than a dozen people, dragged me to a safe area quickly. Parked there were three civilian sleds that had not been turned off, equipped with old-fashioned 82mm recoilless rifles and 12.7mm heavy machine guns. This was also very

A common modification method used by regular armed forces to make up for the shortcomings of armored vehicles.

I originally thought that these people would get into the car gracefully, step on the accelerator, and speed away in the snowfield, throwing down a bunch of snow dust with the smell of gasoline, and salute the enemy with big eyes and small eyes helplessly.

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However, they formed a circle around the car to keep alert and seemed to have no intention of leaving. How could this be a show?

"Sir, what are we waiting for? It would be bad if the mecha comes after us."

I reminded with some anxiety, I don't think these knock-off armored vehicles can defeat the land combat mechas.

"I know, I know," Hubbert looked a little irritated, his face wrinkled, "Wait for another five minutes, wait for another five minutes."

"But what are you waiting for..."

"You'll know it when you see it."

In fact, in less than three minutes, my question was answered.

About four or five well-armed young people rushed over here. The people at the edge of the Arctic Circle were already wearing bulky clothes. Plus, each of them had a rifle and carried the components of a light rocket launcher behind him. What a huge figure.

Not bad, it still looks like a lot of hard work.

But what is a little eye-catching is that each of them is carrying three huge linen woven bags in groups of two, which seem to contain piles of very heavy things, and bright red liquid is constantly dripping from the woven bags.

It flowed all the way along the track they came from, looking very eye-catching.

I had a very ominous feeling in my heart at that time. I was not so stupid as to think that it contained prop paint.

"How's it going, Mikel?"

Hubbard asked sullenly.

"Half the people were dead, and only two rocket launchers were taken out."

The young man who took the lead wiped his sweat and said breathlessly.

In an instant I understood what was in the bag - it was a human body torn alive by armored machine guns and grenades!

However, the reaction of these people was far less than I imagined, and it could even be said that there was no reaction at all. At most, they just glanced at the woven bags gloomily a few times, without even saying a word to express sadness or anger, as if they saw

A piece of meat in the fundamental sense of the word.

"By the way, target..."

The young man suddenly changed his expression as if he remembered something.

"Well, I took it out."

Hubbard winked at me, and the young man instantly showed an expression of unusual surprise. His whole face seemed to light up, like... just like the big boss in the movie was demolishing a house and pressing a bomb.

, the onlookers suddenly saw the arrival of Batman or Superman, which made me a little uncomfortable.

"Besa; Mikel, platoon leader of the 3rd Assault Platoon."

The young man extended his hand to me enthusiastically, and I quickly rubbed my palms together to hold it.

"that……"

"Okay, let's wait for a while to meet each other," Hubbert interrupted our meeting, "Let's go back to the base first."

The location of the base of the Vyborg Chasseur Regiment is an ironic and confusing place. The sleigh drove for a full three hours before it stopped. Before I could relax my stiff ass, I was immediately put on the most primitive form of transportation -

-Mules and horses, another three hours of trekking. After having a hasty lunch at the military station along the way, they put on the sled again, slid down a slope close to a forty-degree angle, and then walked along a slightly shallower section with one foot deeper and one foot shallower.

Climb up the gentle slope. I am from the south. I have never done this before. I almost rolled down the slope several times. Mikel and Halbert, one on the left and one on the right, held me in place to protect me.

Able to move.

After struggling for nearly three hours, we finally arrived at the outskirts of the base at four o'clock in the afternoon. It was a hillside about 90 meters high. Looking around, there were layers of pure white snow stretching out toward the horizon like cotton wool.

, under the shining of the setting sun, it is dyed with a beautiful golden light, making people almost unable to look away.

Just below the hillside there is a village with a population of about 500 households. People in simple clothes work in an orderly manner in a way that has lasted for hundreds of years. It occasionally has a northern village style.

But that's just an appearance.

"Optical camouflage?"

I noticed that the light shining on some houses appeared to be unnaturally distorted, and I immediately realized that there was something fishy about the shells of these buildings.

"You have good eyesight, and you are worthy of being a mecha soldier."

Hubbert's eyes showed admiration, and he waved everyone down, and asked Mikel to look at me, saying that the seemingly flat snow outside the village actually contained countless remote sensing automatic cannons and landmines, and he made a wrong move.

There are only two options: honeycomb briquettes and minced meat.

After saying hello to the sentry at the entrance of the village, the group of people walked straight into the village. The sentry separated three people and helped them bury the war dead without any expression. Halbert took me to an inconspicuous cabin in the middle of the village.

forward.

"Okay, our leader will go in by himself."

Hubbard gave a reminder and left to do other things.

I straightened my clothes that were messed up during the long journey, carefully bent down and groped around, and quickly pulled off a piece of cloth about the thickness of a blanket from the outer wall of the "wooden house", with a row of wires attached to it, revealing a hidden

Steel plate underneath.

It is indeed optical camouflage.

This is the earliest visual stealth device developed in the new century. It can change its color and shape by inputting a 3D model into a computer to form a cover layer that covers important targets. Although it was a very advanced technology at the time, there were also installation troubles and

The defect of poor image quality, especially the latter, is simply fatal to this type of equipment, so it was replaced by optical projectors in a very short time.

After a while of effort, I finally found the door handle hidden in the corner, and knocked hard on the thick iron door, fearing that the people inside wouldn't hear.

"Come in, you don't have to pretend to be a civilized person if you are from a poor place."

There was a dull sound from inside, and I had no choice but to unscrew the door handle and walk in awkwardly.

There is enough heating in the room, which makes people feel like they are in a cave. The warm floor is so comfortable that people can't help but want to doze off.

Then I saw probably the most ferocious-looking person I have ever seen in my life: a scarred face, triangular eyes, red eyes, a big bald head and muscles like hills. It can be called a collection of all villain elements. The figure looks like a giant

He was lying on a table like a bear, chewing a plate of roasted pork leg with murderous intent. I suddenly felt that he was going to pull out a big pistol and point it at me fiercely and ask, "Have you brought the goods?"

.

Thankfully, it turns out I was overthinking it.

"Welcome, take a seat."

The villain pointed to the chair opposite him and motioned for me to sit down, then opened a bottle of liqueur and pushed it over.

"Come on a little."

Although it seemed to taste good, I felt it was a bit outrageous to drink it right at home, so I politely declined.

"No, I don't like wine very much."

"Drink a little, it's the last drink anyway."

The rebel said in a low voice, then poured me a glass and pushed it over to me. I was so frightened that I was covered in white hair and sweat, because it was so much like drinking guillotine.

"I have just issued a ban on alcohol. Members of the Chasseur Corps who dare to drink even a drop of alcohol will be shot. Although you are a foreign mercenary, you are no exception."

Brother, please tell me earlier, you want to scare dad to death.

So I breathed a sigh of relief and used a knife and fork to cut off a large piece of roasted, golden and crispy pork leg on the plate and stuffed it into my mouth. My mouth was filled with oil from chewing, so I brought some vegetable salad over.

"Did you let go so quickly? Should I say it's because of his direct personality or the magnanimity of the mecha soldier?"

The villain looked at me as deeply as depression.

"I just heard about you from the military station. One person single-handedly challenged two land combat mechas that three or four of our anti-tank teams didn't dare to touch. He was quite brave. He is indeed a genius in the training group.

Mecha soldier."

The last sentence almost made me choke to death. Genius Mecha Soldier, what on earth is going on with this most worthless title in YY novels?

"Wait, are you...?"

"I heard someone from an agency say that he shot down several mechas the first time he went on the battlefield. His grades were among the best in both theory and operation. Although he does not have formal mecha soldier qualifications, I believe that

Your potential.”

Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead, and I immediately understood that Asimov must have played a trick of shoddy goods. He packaged my parallel import and passed it off as a genuine product to these local guerrillas.

Oh, Nainai. If he comes back alive, he must be hacked to death.

But the problem is that the villain leader is sitting in front of me and looking at me gloomily. There are hundreds of heavily armed men outside the door. If he tells the truth, he will probably die in an ugly way.

But at this moment a bold idea suddenly came into my mind.

"Excuse me, the salary thing...does it still count?"

"Well, everything is according to the contract. The monthly salary is 5,000 Mala, and the reward for destroying a land combat mecha is 1,000 Mala. The aviation mecha is 2,000 Mala, and the damage is 300 Mala. Compared with

In terms of a non-commissioned officer’s monthly salary, this amount shouldn’t be bad.”

I'm a little unhappy. Football teams generally have a thousand maras for every goal scored, but I only get a thousand maras for risking my life. Am I wrong?!

"As you can see, our Chasseur Regiment is in a very poor position, with almost no large source of income. In addition, every attack involves huge losses, so... please forgive me."

The villain said in a low voice, and I almost wanted to nod, but I suddenly thought that this guy had been talking and listening from just now. I didn't like this passive situation very much, so I felt the need to use my hand.

A little bit of information to counterattack.

"If I remember correctly... I should have given a lot of useful information on 'that' aspect."

The villain's eyes lit up slightly, and I immediately realized there was a way out.

"Oh, you're quite well informed, Sergeant."

I smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, that's all I inferred based on the experience of being almost killed by two Garands of unknown origin.

"It's true that the alliance has provided assistance, but unfortunately, the supplies have given priority to the regular army. It would be good if our second-line troops can take the after-effects." The villain seemed to think for a moment, "Okay, shoot down one and add another two hundred

Mara, the damage will be increased by fifty Mara, this number cannot be more."

I was very satisfied with the nearly 20% extra, and said it was no problem with a smile on my face.

"By the way, don't use your original name. It will be very troublesome. Think of a pseudonym yourself."

Before leaving, the villain added something.

"Yes...sir."
Chapter completed!