() On February 11, 084 in the Gregorian calendar, the first Stanwell War ended.

Although on the surface there was no direct armed conflict between the Allied forces and the Treaty forces, due to various overt and covert factors, this battle was also regarded as an outpost battle for the next larger-scale war.

The way war ends is peace talks.

But peace talks are not a fair arena.

It is like a scale. It can balance the interests of both parties only when the chips of both parties are balanced. However, the reality at that time was that Stanwell State lost 50% of its army, 30% of its land, and the equivalent of

Three years of domestic budget funding has resulted in a loss of 11% of the population. They have no cards left to fight. On the contrary, the treaty army just rolled up its sleeves a little and showed off the muscles developed in ten years of military reform.

The difference in strength is too big.

So the negotiations turned into a one-sided unilateral cutting game from the beginning. A few days later, a large puppet state of the "Bregaden People's Alliance" was suddenly born from the map. Its territory was basically the same size as the fur bears from Stanwell.

Land ceded by the Confederacy.

But unfortunately, my retirement time is still far away, because the 23 Chasseur Regiments, including the 7th Regiment, issued a joint statement announcing that they would boycott the peace talks and "continue to fight until the last drop of blood is shed." So the Treaty Army immediately

They said they would "severely crack down on the rebels", while the Allied forces said they would "resolutely support the people's war for freedom". As for the Confederate government... I haven't heard from them for a long time since that day.

Although there was a turmoil outside, my little life still didn't change much. I studied, summarized, and got stabbed; studied again, summarized again, got stabbed again... There was no more fun.

This unfortunate situation did not end until the afternoon of the 17th.

I was dreaming when Mikel called me. To be precise, it was a big nightmare.

I dreamed that countless years had passed, and I was now bearded, skinny, with a haggard look, and dull eyes. I was squatting on the ground with a torn sack on my body, flipping through a small book, holding a knife to torture myself, and feeling melancholy.

Looking up at the blue sky, in the background is a large bloody slogan: Kneel down and beg for a fight.

"Hey, hey, wake up, what are you doing? You keep talking while sleeping."

Mikel opened the cockpit from the outside and pushed me awake, so I returned to the real world in a daze.

"Got a mission?"

"Well, prepare the mecha and go to Dunmore to get it... I'll go, what is this?"

Mikel looked at the picture on the cockpit for a long time and couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. I rubbed my eyes and took a look. It turned out that I habitually paused the picture before going to bed, just so that the picture of the last simulated battle stayed on me stabbing into [

Jacques]'s torso cockpit could not be pulled out, and was directly blown up by two air-to-air missiles from his wingman.

"Oh, it's just practice, I made a mistake."

I cut the picture casually, but Mikel's mouth opened wider and wider, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"No, no, I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about are you practicing level 2 simulation?"

"Yeah, you know this?"

"Please, even though we are both the most unattractive tank soldiers, we still use the common training standards of the Allied Forces. Although the types are different, the classification should be the same,"

Talking about the past, Mikel couldn't help but smile sadly.

"Oh, then what level can the average Alliance mecha soldier reach?"

"Ahem, that's not the point. If you insist on saying it..."

Before Mikel finished speaking, Hubbert yelled from below as if he wanted to kill someone:

"Mom, please tell me why people are so slow and procrastinating. Hurry up!"

The two of us quickly stopped talking. I immediately retracted the cockpit and prepared to start the mecha, but was stopped by Mikel.

"Stop, stop, stop. Aviation fuel is very expensive now. This box you have is the last stock in the base. Please don't use it indiscriminately."

"Then what should I do? Do you want me to carry it on my back?"

"Nonsense, of course not."

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So I got on the "ox cart" - the "Frank" multifunctional armored transport vehicle officially codenamed SST-19.

An awesome means of transportation.

People sit in a heavy-duty transport vehicle that is more than 20 meters long and eight meters high, and is composed of 82.5 tons of metal. They look down at the snow being crushed into pancakes in front of the rolling wheels, and there is something in their hearts.

This twisted pleasure of dominating the world and dominating life and death.

"I didn't expect the Treaty Army to support something like you."

I said in surprise, if I remember correctly, this thing has only been equipped with the alliance and treaty armies in the past two years. It is a new weapon that can only be obtained by elite troops. I didn't expect to see it in this remote place.

"No, it's not supplies from the Treaty Army," Mikel knocked on an inconspicuous mark on the corner of the car window. "Some 'good Samaritans' provided prototype vehicles for testing. After we submitted the usage data, they

No matter what, the result is that there are no parts, no maintenance, and it burns a lot of oil when it is driven. As a result, it ends up being left in the warehouse and gathering dust."

I noticed that the mark was actually a delicate silver-grey fox with a big tail, about the size of a one-yuan coin, curled up in a ball in the corner, looking at the two humans coldly.

Even as an ordinary person at the lowest level, I know the meaning of this mark.

"Family Rhodes?"

I frowned and said the name of this large conglomerate known for its mystery and cunning.

The owner of the industrial group "Leo", the largest arms supplier to the Allied Forces, one of the largest capital controllers on Wall Street, a low-key millionaire, a nest of foxes... Various attractive elements make this family famous in the public

Everything is in the impression, but it is unknown which members the family has, what industries it has, and even whether the patriarch is male or female xyz.

"Yes, the distribution channel was opened to us on the second day after the war started. The price is too high, and we can't buy it in small batches. The dirty money is made of it," Mikel gritted his teeth with hatred, "Nainai, jian

Shang Tongtong will not die well."

I immediately nodded to express my firm support.

The heavy transport truck stopped at a small port that resembled a fishing port in the old century. I stepped on the pedal and jumped out of the car and stepped into a muddy field. I saw a few small dilapidated houses scattered around. The air was very pure and I could not smell it.

The most common smell of fishery life is that there are only a few seabirds flying lazily over the sea. It has obviously been abandoned for a long time.

There is a small boat with a displacement of about 500 tons and an appearance similar to a small fishing boat standing by the port. A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and looking a little wretched is standing by the boat waiting. The convoy brakes to stop together, and at the same time, follows behind

The two medium-sized transport trucks opened the rear doors, jumped out of two [Deshka 1] and one [Deshka 2] and formed a triangle formation for defense.

Hubbard jumped out of the car and walked up to negotiate, and a dozen of us followed him with our heads held high, quite like a gangster movie where two big brothers meet to divide turf.

"I didn't expect that when the entire Confederate government succumbed to power, your army still persisted in fighting. This spirit of fighting for you is admirable."

The man complimented him with a smile, showing his big yellow teeth... Oh, God, the hamburger meat he had eaten in the morning was still stuck in his front teeth.

"The people of Stanville will not surrender to violence and will fight to the last drop of blood. I am also grateful for your country's support for our army's just cause. Your country's kindness will always be remembered in the hearts of all Stanville people and will last forever."

"

Hubbard had a straight face and responded to the other party's nonsense with nonsense. I knew the reason for his stinky face, because even I, who had only taken a rough warehousing class in college, could see that this boat was no matter what.

It can't hold much supplies either.

"I'm very sorry, because our country is also actively preparing for war. Although your Excellency the President has strictly ordered us to do our best to provide supplies, it is still difficult to meet the needs of all the rebels. Please forgive me."

Dahuangya forced out a very fake smile and explained.

"It doesn't matter. The supplies you can provide are already the greatest help."

Hubbert frowned, but still motioned to the two Jings [Deshka 1] to take a few people to unload the goods. While Big Yellow Tooth went to open the warehouse, Hubbert turned his head and whispered to us:

"Damn, these bastards just don't want to waste too much on us. These bureaucrats think that as long as we can scratch the itch of the Slavic bastards, they will be satisfied."

"But battalion commander, this won't work. Last time, most of our supplies were destroyed in an air strike, and this time we only have a few things... Our fuel and ammunition are only enough to last one battle. If the Treaty Army launches at this time,

In a large-scale battle, our situation will be very dangerous."

Mikel said awkwardly.

"I know, I know, but what else can I do? Go back to the base and find a solution with the regiment leader."

Hubbert took off his hat and scratched his dirty hair in distress, obviously he had no better way to think of.

I wasn't too interested in this kind of internal affairs, so I said hello and turned around and went back to the phone in the carriage, ready to continue my simulation training.

The moment I entered the car along the ladder, I heard a scream and a roar coming from outside, but these were soon overshadowed by an ominous roar.

What's going on?

"boom"

A huge explosion suddenly sounded, and I was almost knocked off the ladder. My feet slipped, and my ribs hit the hard steel frame. It hurt like hell. I cursed and quickly climbed out of the car to watch.

I saw two "big birds" hovering in the sky. The buildings around the convoy were swept away beyond recognition by shock waves and debris. But I looked to the left and looked again and it seemed that something was missing... Let me go, ship, ship delivering supplies.

asshole!

I looked again, and there were only some burning and scattered wreckage floating there. Although I didn't know what happened to the people who went in, I knew clearly that this time the Chasseur Regiment was not lucky.
Chapter completed!