() "Brother, although the fact that you shot down a plane is unprecedented in our history, it's gratifying, but could you please be more gentle next time? The plane is almost going to break for you."

The maintenance man complained while quickly sliding the records on the PCP:

"The chest armor was severely damaged, the main fuel tank was severely damaged, the frame of both arms was moderately damaged, the composite sword was broken, and only three of the most precious photoelectric detectors were still usable, and other sensors were damaged... I

Fuck, are you finished yet?!"

"Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me?"

I covered my almost swollen face and screamed. This grandson's attack was so serious that he almost knocked out my big teeth.

"What else can you do? Please, you've been giggling all afternoon. Are you tired?"

I was so embarrassed that I touched my face randomly, and found that my expression was extremely stiff, and the corners of my mouth were raised like a cramp. I was done, I had a nerve problem and I needed to take medicine as soon as possible.

"There is no other way. The conditions here are impossible to repair. Besides, we have never dealt with such a complicated model. Let the leader think of a way."

The maintenance man sighed and turned off the PCP directly.

I had expected this result. I looked up helplessly and looked at [Garand], which couldn't even fit into the fixed frame and was slumped against the wall like a homeless man. The chest of the machine was stabbed with a thermal knife.

The hole is so big that fuel is still leaking out after such a long time. Fortunately, the Allied Forces' special anti-fire and explosion barrier effect is indeed extraordinary, otherwise this alone would be enough to blow me up into the sky. The armor on other parts of the machine body is also crooked.

It was broken into pieces and looked miserable.

Maybe the structure has also been damaged. It seems that it won't be repaired for three to five months, and this thing won't be able to move at all.

I killed one thousand enemies and suffered eight hundred losses. Is it a victory?

I walked out of the hangar in great confusion, ready to go find Brother Old Wolf to have a good chat about life, my thoughts, and by the way, the issue of my salary not arriving yet.

But sometimes things are just so weird. Because of my guilty conscience and the strong visual impact, I usually walk around when I see the old wolf, but today I miss him so hard that I can't find this guy anywhere, no matter what I ask.

Everyone responded with one sentence: "The leader has gone to do some work."

The first thought in my mind at the time was: It's over, this guy must have absconded with the money.

I can't eat even if I think about it, and my body is seriously damaged and I can't train anymore, so I have to live a decadent life of eating, sleeping and eating on my own one-third of an acre of land. All supplies and supplies have been reimbursed, and the mecha

The personnel losses were heavy, and the atmosphere in the entire Chasseur Regiment was bleak, but I was the only one who was idle every day. When I was most bored, Helena and I even borrowed an old shotgun and went up the mountain to shoot birds.

The life of a disabled person lasted for more than a week. As time went by, I even thought that I would grow old, sick and die in this ravine base.

It wasn't until February 19, 084 in the Gregorian calendar that my unlucky days came to an end.

That night, after I maxed out Lian Lian Kan's all-time high for the tenth time, I finally turned off the lights and went to bed with sour eyes. In the cafeteria next door, there was still a broadcast saying that the Treaty Army was "very surprised" that a valuable aviation mecha was lost in the occupied zone.

Thank you, the Allies boasted about the lethality of the weapons they provided, and the guerrillas commented on the host's figure.

As boring as ever, as routine as ever.

Just when I was half asleep and half awake, the door was suddenly kicked open with a bang. I turned my head and saw several burly men with their faces covered. Pounced towards me.

Damn, there are robbers in this damn place!

I jumped up in fright and punched the big guy at the front in the face. The guy immediately put up his arms to defend himself, but my move was just a false move. I immediately hit him with a sweeping kick. , the other gangster showed no fear of death, and rushed up with all his teeth and claws. I simply kicked him in the lower abdomen, and followed up with the other foot to hit him in the belly - thank me, I didn't let him Feel the sadness of Dandan.

The remaining people stepped on these two unlucky guys and swarmed up to deal with these unarmed people. In addition, in such a small space, I didn't even need to find anyone. Every blow was released with a heavy hand. The sweeping movement of his feet felt like he could kick several people away, and there was a "dinging" sound. Some people smashed the table over, some hit the wall, and some were thrown out of the window. There were all kinds of falls.

After a few moves, the area was obviously a lot clearer. The robbers were wandering around me, and they obviously didn't have the courage to come forward. However, I hated this feeling, because there was obviously something wrong with these guys. I didn't dare to strike hard until I knew better, so many of these people were kicked away by me several times and still jumped on me. This feeling of fighting with my hands tied made me very unhappy.

"Hey, don't pretend to be a fool. Who are you...?"

Before I finished speaking, I felt the light in front of me suddenly dim, and then something was pressing on my head. I quickly wanted to pull it away, but the area of ​​​​this thing was not small. What happened in a short while? Can't get it off either.

The big men finally caught the opportunity, and regardless of me punching, kicking, and cursing me, they swarmed up and pressed me down, got a rope, tied me up with the quilt, and carried me out like luggage.

These bastards must have thrown my quilt over. Damn it, they actually capsized the boat.

These guys carried me for about twenty minutes. When I almost fell asleep under the warm quilt, these bastards suddenly threw me on the ground. The ground was surprisingly hard, as if it were made of iron. It almost killed me.

"Holy crap, who are you..."

As soon as I started to scold my mother, I was frightened back by a fierce, or rather ferocious-looking face.

The old wolf I hadn't seen for a long time was half a meter away, looking at me expressionlessly.

My first reaction was: It's over, it's over, this guy definitely can't pay for it, and he wants to kill me for defaulting on the bill.

"Well, um, actually I also know that the recent situation is serious and the just cause is at a critical juncture. It's a bit shameful for us to receive full salary... I don't need this month's salary... Oh, no, I don't have it here either. We provide credit service, oh well, installment payment is no problem, absolutely zero interest and zero risk.”

The old wolf ignored my nonsense, coughed slightly, and said to himself:

"Tomorrow, the commander of our Chasseur Regiment will go to Helsinki to attend the annual joint meeting of the Chasseur Regiment to discuss future action strategies and repair the damaged [Garand] airframe. I hope that the sergeant will provide supervision in this regard. However, because we need to use There is a secret passage to the base, so I had to use this method to bring the sergeant over, and I deeply apologize for that."

God, my expression must have been very ugly at that time.

Only then did I notice that this was the carriage of a container truck. There were some local products that had escaped from the fields piled up in a mess around it, giving the air a smell of earthy grass.

At this time, the lights came on in the carriage, and someone helped me untie the rope. I took a closer look and found that the people around me were either officers from the Chasseur Regiment or personal guards from the regiment. They were all acquaintances, but they were all dressed like factory employees.

The gray uniforms and dirty hats made people feel very uncomfortable. What was even more uncomfortable was that these people were either bruised and swollen, or they were holding their stomachs and pressing their shoulders and moaning, which was very disgraceful.

"Let me go. It turns out that Brother Xiang has this kind of skill. It's really unkind to keep hiding it from us."

Mikel limped up, clutching his leg and said with a wry smile, "It seems he will be the first one I knock down."

I said it’s not my martial arts that’s so good, it’s your tactics that are so bad. How could there be so many people rushing in to catch people, making it impossible for them to stretch their arms and legs? If I had a gun in my hand

You are no longer a target with guns.

"Okay, okay, don't talk too much, just put on your clothes quickly."

Hubbert threw my backpack over, and there was a big boss's footprint on his old face, which looked very funny. I looked at him a few more times and then he glared back angrily, as if he wanted to hack me to death.

Please, didn't you make the first move? Besides, I still have some strength left.

I randomly fumbled for my clothes and put them on, and at the same time, I touched them carefully and confirmed that my wallet was still there, and then I felt a little relieved. However, I soon felt that something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, Helsinki, isn't that the former capital of the Confederacy that has been occupied by treaty troops?"

Everyone nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"Then where are you going to hold a bird meeting?"

Everyone nodded again, indicating that this was the case.
Chapter completed!