() I stopped the mecha at a secret transfer station one thousand hundred kilometers away from Helsinki. It was a small village with only twenty or thirty households and its only industry was a small lumberyard. It looked harmless to humans and animals.

.Although this distance is still within the combat radius of the aviation mecha, it is already the maximum flight distance that the remaining fuel in the aircraft body can support.

Seeing me flying back alone, and the exaggerated-looking potholes on the mecha, everyone in the base became very nervous, thinking that the Treaty Army was going to pursue them and kill everyone. So they shouted through a broken tweeter.

Everyone, ranging from 80-year-old men to teenage brats, had the guys ready to fight with high spirits. I had no choice but to briefly introduce what had happened and reassure them that I was just here to fill up the fuel tank for a fight.

Damn it, as for whether your boss can come back...whether you know it or not, I don't know.

A village of people had barely put down half of their mental arithmetic, but the other half was still hanging on because their leader was still trapped in the encirclement and had not come out.

As for who is the leader of your group... Please tell me there are so many train-like names that I can't remember.

The group of people were still worryingly discussing countermeasures. I became a little impatient. After asking about the location of the room, I went straight in and slept. Anyway, now the machine has no fuel and can't move a step. If I can catch up with her, I'll do whatever I want.

I'm almost exhausted.

I slept until the sun set in the west. The boy who was temporarily selected as an orderly brought jam bread and beef nai. I ate them indiscriminately. After asking about the oil filling status of the mecha, I turned over and continued to sleep.

Big head sleep.

"He's a good man."

I vaguely heard the person outside the door muttering.

I slept until it was dark, and finally I was woken up by a knock on the door like a drum. I was groping around with my eyes closed, and almost fell off the bed. When I took the PC and looked at the time, it was already

It’s ten o’clock the next morning!

The knocking on the door was still ringing, and it was getting louder and louder, like beating a drum, even the dust on the roof was shaken off. I was extremely annoyed and went there wearing my sleeping underpants and undershirt.

Open the door, and I swear if it's nothing serious, I'll beat up the guy who knocked on the door.

I opened the door with a stinky face, but before I could distinguish between east, west, north, south, and middle, I was hugged by a huge man with a huge back and a huge waist, and there was a deafening cheer around me.

"Thank you for your help, friend, we are finally out of danger!"

I endured the pain of being crushed to death and tried hard to remember, and finally remembered that this guy seemed to be the leader of the Chasseur Regiment that led activities near the capital, and his nickname seemed to be Ballista.

Before I could catch my breath, I was immediately pulled over by the leader of the Chasseur Regiment from the Dudan area, giving me a heart-breaking bear hug, then the leader of the Chassis Regiment from the Baird area, the leader of the Chassis Regiment from the Ayden area...

……..Oh my god, help me!

When I realized that I had turned around forty or fifty times, I suddenly realized that there were too many people, so I quickly put my head against the head of a child with a snotty nose.

"Hey, wait a minute, kid, which hunting regiment are you from?"

"I don't know either. Seeing everyone hugging you, I want to hug you too."

"Let's play with eggs!"

I slapped him over.

It seemed that all the commanders of the Chasseur Regiment were out of danger. I was a little relieved. It seemed that my salary was not in vain.

At this time, Ballista jumped onto a trailer and shouted excitedly:

"In several months of struggle, we lost countless lands and countless comrades-in-arms, but the enemies were fighting more and more. We all thought that the treaty army was very powerful, so powerful that it was completely invincible. Even I once had the idea

This is a shameful idea, but this meeting convinced me of one idea, that is, with the help of Mr. Xiang Yu and other international friends with a sense of justice, we will be able to drive away the invaders and regain our homeland!"

His speech caused waves of enthusiastic cheers from the audience, but something seemed wrong to me - when did I become an "international friend with a sense of justice"? Please, I was just fulfilling my work contract.

Before I could react, everyone came over and shook my hand enthusiastically, patted my shoulders and chest and said words of gratitude. I had no choice but to nod my head and respond casually. Finally, everyone happily went back to prepare the celebration wine, and I pulled the button.

The old wolf asked me when he would pay me the bill, and how the money for blowing up a building would be calculated.

As a result, the old wolf frowned very tightly.

"Sergeant, how come everyone just praised you as a righteous person and then came to ask for money from you? It's very unpatriotic of you to do this."

I said, nonsense, if any company's mecha dares to cross one meter of the Republic's national border, I will risk my life to destroy it in the scrap metal recycling station, but now I am just an ordinary overseas worker.

The old wolf continued to frown and seemed to think that what I said was reasonable. After a long time, he stretched out his finger and made silent gestures in front of my eyes.

I smiled and nodded, expressing my satisfaction.

On February 24, 084 in the Gregorian calendar, which was the day before the end of the holiday, I took a backpack with thirty-two thousand Mala tickets and boarded the An-12 plane specially sent by the Volga Company to pick up and drop off... Damn, even the crew still dropped me off.

That's the batch I came from!

"I hope you can fight with us next time." This is what the old wolf said when he saw him off.

"Hey, will you really come back?" This is what Helena said with her big eyes.

"The money is so easy to get, why don't you come up with it?" This is what Hubbert said with a crooked corner of his mouth.

"As expected, it's more practical to come here." This is what Mikel muttered.

So what should you tell me to say? I just smiled and said nonsense like wishing everyone good health and all the best, and wishing all my dreams come true and a happy family. Then I ran away and got on the plane as fast as I could, as if I was afraid that they would rob me if I walked slowly.

me too.

The plane started slowly. Just like when I arrived, I was still the only passenger in the huge cockpit. I still only had the creaking sound that seemed to be falling apart to keep me company. I took a deep breath and carefully opened the lid of my backpack.

The zipper opened up a lot of messy things, revealing the bottom layer covered by a tarpaulin. I touched it bit by bit with my fingers, and soon found a small hidden compartment in the corner. It is easy to ignore it if you are not paying attention.

into an ordinary fold.

I looked around carefully, and after making one final confirmation that no one was there, I opened the sutures little by little, revealing a "thing" tightly packed in a brown paper bag. I took off the disguise again, and that

The "thing" finally revealed its true appearance - stacks of light yellow large-value bills.

I first took out three stacks of bills neatly sealed with slips of paper, which were thirty thousand; then I took out a stack of loose money, which was two thousand, and I counted them carefully for the twentieth time.

, it is indeed 32,000 horses, not much more than a dime. As expected, the old wolf did not trick me.

I earned the equivalent of my father's salary for a year in just two months. It's hard to say what it felt like. If I had to analyze it, it would be about 60% excitement and 40% fear.

I took a long breath, stuffed all the banknotes back into the secret compartment, carefully sewed the thread back, and secretly made up my mind that this time I would treat myself as a monkey.

Bloody war money can no longer be earned.

At about twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, I got off the plane at the original starting point, and the luxury business car greeted me. When I opened the door, I was not surprised to see Asimov's smiling face.

"Hey, long time no see. I heard that you did a pretty good job. It's beyond my expectation... Wait, wait, don't rush to use your fists. We are all civilized people. Oh, why can't you even touch a knife?

Come out, don’t mess around yet, I still have important things to say!”

"If you fart, hurry up!"

I endured the anger, put the large knife back into my pocket, and sat down roughly on the leather chair opposite him.

The car also started at this time.

"Haha, following on from what I just said, I have been leading mercenaries for almost twenty years, but this is the first time that you have made such a big fuss."

"It's all my fault for dragging you down."

I sarcastically said, but Asimov turned a blind eye as always and continued talking to himself.

"I beat up the son of Admiral Londenev, danced with the princess of the Rhodes family, chatted with the prince of the Zaravel family, and of course the most exaggerated thing was that I killed a total of thirteen aviation mechas. Oh my God,

If calculated based on the number of kills per unit time, you are definitely the number one shooter in the Treaty Army."

This guy knows quite a bit about it, but forget it, there's no way someone in this business could have been around for more than twenty years without his own information channels.

"It's a pity that most of them were blown up on the ground, and they are not included in the record."

Speaking of this, I also feel a little regretful, fearing that these results will forever be recorded in black history.

"Haha, you are too modest. Some things cannot be measured by data on paper."

Asimov didn't know whether he was telling the truth or flattering me, but I just took it as a joke.

Suddenly I remembered a serious plot.

"By the way, that guy saw my face when I beat Gantrov. Will there be any problems if I go back to school?"

"Haha, you can rest assured that the general promoted a cadet who has not yet graduated to the rank of major. This is a scandal within a scandal. Besides, you do not belong to the treaty army, but a republican soldier. If it really makes trouble

This is definitely a diplomatic dispute, and when the time comes some of the shameful things the admiral has done will inevitably be exposed, so he can only endure it."

I couldn't help but laugh. I didn't expect that beating someone would be in vain. If I had known, it wouldn't matter if I kicked him a few more times.

The car stopped in front of the gate of the Kutuzov Military Academy. I ignored Asimov, who was still trying to recommend "hot business" to me, and went straight in. As a result, I didn't go very far when I met a man who was panting.

The squirming fat figure was carrying a lot of luggage in a small bag, so I went up to help him get two bags to carry.

"Hey, Dad Chen, I haven't seen you for the whole summer, and I haven't seen you come home. What have you been doing?"

Fat Tu’s round face was full of surprise.

"It's time to do something big!"
Chapter completed!