()"What?"

I suspect there is something wrong with my ears.

"You are the person with the most combat experience in the entire teaching group so far, and you are also the only mecha soldier who has disarmed mechas from both camps at the same time." Old Cat paused and continued, "So I hope you can continue to accumulate actual combat information.

…”

"Does it mean that I will be like a large computer, providing data support for the Republic's airframe development and mecha troop training?"

I understood what Lao Mao meant and said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, that's it."

The old cat actually responded without blushing.

I sighed, forget it, after all, I am also the first-generation mecha soldier who has sworn to defend the motherland. Of course, this huge task is obligatory, and besides, the private actions that have always made me uneasy can be officially recognized.

The support is pretty good.

"Oh, by the way, there is something I would like you to take back to the relevant department for research."

I took out the poison gas instruction manual from my pocket and handed it over. The old cat just glanced at it casually at first, but after a very short time, his expression changed drastically, and he grabbed the document and browsed it quickly.

, and then looked at me in extreme surprise.

"Where did you get it?"

I told him the story after slightly adapting it. When the old cat heard that I still had the finished product, he excitedly grabbed my hand and shook it desperately, his lips trembling slightly.

"You saved the Republic!"

We quickly exchanged opinions. Old Mao had the same idea as me. He felt that the current situation was too tight and he would wait until the martial law was over to find a way. After speaking, Old Mao repeated the above sentence again and again, and repeatedly expressed his intention to go back.

You must give me first-class merit!

During those five minutes, I felt a little elated, as if I had really become a hero of the Republic.

It's only those five minutes.

After the exchange, we each returned to our homes. Before going out, I apologized to the old lady for being so angry that I accidentally smashed the food she had worked so hard to make. She said nonchalantly that the food was meant to be...

Using wonderful taste to heal the soul, if it can make people feel better, it is the same if it is delivered through taste buds or through the wrist.

So magically neat.

I went back to the room and closed the door, took a hot bath, and then used the good mood after the bath to turn on the digital TV to see what other programs the TV station could produce under the news control.

But it was strange that day. The digital TV, which is known for its first-class signal, actually had snowflakes that are only found in antiques. I quickly started slapping them left and right on the TV. After struggling for a long time, colorful stripes finally appeared on it. I was full of heart.

I stared at it expectantly, and suddenly these stripes turned into a big face full of flesh and fat, looking at me lovingly from a finger's distance.

"Oh my god!"

I was so frightened that I screamed, kicked the carpet and ran away. As a result, I hit my head on the edge of the bed and almost died from the pain.

But I can clearly see this trouble... Isn't this guy Admiral Londenev?!

"Since entering Helsinki, our army has been working hard to heal the trauma of the war and restore economic development. As a result, our army's just actions have also received your strong support. I would like to express my deep gratitude," General

After a pause, the conversation suddenly changed, "But there is still a small group of servants of the Allied Army who are unwilling to fail and are trying to cause trouble in the city. This is absolutely intolerable."

"From now on, our army will enter the stage of counter-insurgency operations. Please wait at home and do not go to the streets without permission. Otherwise, our army has the right to kill any lawless elements. Thank you for your cooperation."

After he said his murderous thanks, the admiral's big face disappeared just as it had appeared, leaving me staring at the screen stupidly.

As far as I know, the largest group of "servants of the Allied Forces" in this city seems to be Lao Lang and more than 20 leaders of the hunting regiments, as well as the hundreds of subordinates they lead. But this is too coincidental.

We are all seasoned veterans, so we won’t make mistakes after just two days of meetings.

"Boom"

Suddenly there was a huge explosion not far away, and the chandelier in the room was shaken everywhere. It seemed to be caused by high-explosive bombs fired by heavy artillery. I jumped up in a hurry and opened the window to check, and saw that in the city center

A dark column of smoke rose up, followed a moment later by a second and third column. Looking at the location... it seemed to be in the direction of the city center, the location... it looked a bit like the communications building that was used as the headquarters of the Provisional Treaty Army.

What is this? Internal strife?

However, in the Treaty Army, which is known for its high degree of discipline, this kind of thing would never happen once in a century.

At this time, the PCP rang rapidly. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard Mikel's heavy breathing, and the background sound was the sound of gunfire and the sound of rockets.

"Brother Xiang, has your mecha been repaired? Hurry up to the Doret Hotel for support. These bastards have dispatched a battalion of land combat mechas to besiege us. They have almost used up their rockets now.

I can’t stand it anymore!”

"Dolet Hotel... Damn, isn't it just across the street from the Communications Building? You're out of your mind to hold a meeting there!"

"It doesn't mean that the most dangerous place is the safest..."

"That's what the police uncle is teasing you about!"

I yelled into the phone, cut off the communication angrily, jumped up, randomly changed my clothes, pulled out the key and ran away.

Even if the boss is dead, he still has to live in a mess!

I rushed to the first floor as quickly as possible and went straight to the black-hearted factory next door. [Garland] with an interesting "smile" on his face was standing there cheering. What made me relieved was that I needed

All the weapons and equipment have been installed, the damaged armor has been repaired, and the whole machine is now being plugged in for refueling.

"Hey, I knew you would come to die if you couldn't hold it in any longer. How about it? Your creativity looks pleasing to the eye."

The old man looked at me with gloating, and I said, "You talk a lot of nonsense," and then I started to look at the modified new body.

There are two more rectangular rocket launchers on the shoulders of [Garand]. They are so big that they can almost clamp the head. They appear to be 127mm rockets, 57mm rocket launchers and 70mm rocket launchers.

They were fixed on the waist side of the aircraft body in a parallel manner. The huge 227mm rockets were simply slightly improved and hung directly on the backpack rack. It looked like a pair of wings folded on the back.

I was very satisfied with the effect. I pulled the steel frame and ran into the cockpit, jumped in, inserted the key into the keyhole and rotated it evenly to start the mecha.

"Buzz"

The hydraulic hatch closed slowly. The next second, I was surrounded by a 360-degree surround image. I stared at the lines on the console meter that were slowly crawling like a snail. I was so anxious that I finally heard the supplement.

After the electronic sound of completion, I immediately cut off the oil pipeline, closed the oil outlet and prepared to go out.

Before that, I felt that the machine still lacked some hand weapons.

As soon as I turned my attention, I stared at a large firearm similar to an anti-materiel sniper rifle fixed in a metal container next to me. Looking at the size, I felt that the power must be very suitable for my taste. I immediately drove the body and lifted it out with a robotic arm.

"Lend this to me first, on credit!"

I turned on the loudspeaker and shouted, and then immediately cut off the pickup to prevent hearing any weird sounds that would affect my mood.

"Fuck, that's the 105mm cannon used by the assault mecha..."

The old man's high-decibel yelling was cut into two parts by the communication equipment.

All the nozzles on the back of [Garand] were ignited. I stepped on the pedal as if I was running away from a loan shark, driving the mecha upward, in the direction... vertically upward!

"Boom"

A big hole was torn open in the ceiling of the warehouse. I couldn't help but look back. I didn't want to see directly how much economic loss I had caused. It would make me collapse.

I pointed the direction of the aircraft towards the smoke column in the city center.
Chapter completed!