() When the shabby transport plane I was riding in landed at a field airport in the snow, I never imagined that these poor guys could be so wealthy.

To be honest, when I saw the police soldiers running up in full sets of camouflage uniforms and tactical vests, my first reaction was that something was broken. Asimov’s grandson had done it again.

You are kidding me, this time I must be handed over to the Mao Xiong frontline troops in exchange for reward money to improve your performance. I immediately took out my pocket knife and blocked the hatch, preparing to make a desperate struggle.

"Brother Xiang, what are you still doing standing over there? Come down quickly!"

A security guard shouted at me anxiously. I felt that this guy looked familiar.

"M...Mikkel?"

It took a lot of effort for me to come to my senses, but these country boy military uniforms suddenly became a lot more fashionable. No wonder there are so many military fans in China.

"Okay, that's enough of reminiscing about old times, leave now!"

Hubbard didn't know when he rushed into the cabin and dragged me out. Others followed and hurriedly got out the two pilots. A group of people brought three idiots like a bomb.

Like a bear, it rolled and crawled on the snow, as if there was a bomb stuffed on the plane.

"Damn, it's coming!"

I don't know who shouted.

"Nima, it's too late to run to the shelter. We'll deal with it on the spot."

It's Hubbard's voice.

Then before I could figure out what was going on, I was kicked into a snow nest, and then several more people swooped in and almost crushed me to death.

"Hey, what are you doing...?"

Before I finished speaking, I heard a sharp whistling coming from my eardrums. This kind of sound is not unfamiliar to me. I have experienced it many times in Scanville, and I also received corresponding recognition training in the military academy.

So my first reaction was the sound of shelling from heavy artillery.

But wait, what's going on with this noise? It's obviously not any model I know of.

Then the explosion started.

The ground began to shake violently, and snowflakes rolled in like a storm, slamming into me. The sound of explosions, screams, and collisions... all mixed together into a terrible chorus. I felt like my body was shaking.

My brain was buzzing, and I almost exploded from the torment of this chaotic tone.

About twenty minutes later, the sound of shelling slowly stopped. I struggled to get up from a pile of half-dead people and snow blocks. I was shocked by the scene in front of me: the originally clean snow was bombarded by large-caliber heavy weapons.

The shells created a hole several meters square, steaming like a rural earth stove. The old transport aircraft I was sitting on had been dismantled into parts by several shells, leaving only the butt of the boss embedded in the ground helplessly.

There was smoke and a weird smell of meat in the air, and I could only try to imagine it as a battlefield barbecue.

"Sorry, the money lost by the transport plane will be recorded in our account. We will try our best to arrange the safest accommodation for you."

Mikel apologized to the two pilots, but listening to his anxious tone, he was not sure which place was the safest. Even the most important field airport of the army was casually bombed, and it was estimated that it was a hundred miles away.

There is no place inside that can be called "safe".

“This…..what the hell is this?”

I was stunned, but Hubbert patted the snow and frozen soil on his body and answered me calmly.

"Don't make such a fuss about the twin-mounted 180mm electrothermal chemical cannon carried by the Type 62 ocean-going combat ship. There are no less than five ships of this thing parked at the mouth of the Gulf of Finland. Every day at six o'clock in the morning, one in the afternoon, and six o'clock in the evening, one round each

,Get used to it."

Compared with the complex classification of ship types in the old era, there are only three simple categories of surface combat ships left in this century: littoral combat ships, ocean combat ships and heavy-carry ships, which have replaced frigates, destroyers, cruisers, aircraft carriers and landing ships respectively.

location, and just in terms of firepower, the ocean-going combat ship is undoubtedly the most terrifying.

If I remember correctly, each level 62 ocean-going combat ship is equipped with two twin 180mm turrets. The five ocean-going combat ships have a total of twenty 180mm electrothermal chemical cannons, and are also equipped with the same number of 24 units.

With the vertical launch system, a single ship can throw out more than 20 tons of ammunition per minute, and a total of more than 100 tons of iron can be thrown here every minute! Damn, this firepower is stronger than three or four marine armies!

"Huh, okay, I still have four or five hours of sleep."

Out of the mentality of hoping for the best in everything, I had no choice but to comfort myself, but Hubbard patted me on the shoulder and sighed, shattering my illusions.

"You're thinking too much, boy. After the naval cannons explode, it's time for the aviation mechas to bomb. At eight o'clock in the morning and at eight o'clock in the evening, there are irregular midnight snacks available in the early morning hours. In the meantime, the land cannons will also provide warmth. You

I just gave up on sleeping well."

Let me go, it's a miracle that these people are still alive today.

Although it was only a brief shelling, I still felt the momentum of the treaty army's counterattack!

In a daze, Hubbert and I walked out of the messy field airport and walked into the city.

Nowadays, Vyborg, a small town, is famous for its tranquility, tranquility, and classical elegance. But when I walked in here for the first time, my first impression was: Hey, I took the wrong road, how do I get in?

There is a rubbish dump; the second impression is: I go, this rubbish dump is Viborg!

"Don't look at it. Everything three meters above the ground has been blown up. These bastards are pretty ruthless."

Hubbard cursed in front of me.

I noticed that among the people passing by, one in four or five was injured and wrapped in gauze. As we went deeper into the city, this ratio became smaller, and even one in two people was injured.

Even with the advancement of modern medicine, especially military medicine, this casualty ratio is still a very heavy burden for a combat army.

Another thing I noticed is that although the Chasseur Regiment has a lot of mechas and tanks, the two most critical tactical equipment: aviation mechas and large strategic air defense guns are completely missing. The most common ones are land combat aircraft.

Armor carried portable anti-aircraft missiles and armored machine guns to sweep the air. Either it was dragged out from an unknown warehouse, or it was a single-barreled 76mm anti-aircraft gun operated by five or six people who were completely exposed to the outside.

This kind of crude defense method makes me tremble with fear. It would be okay if the opponent is a fighter jet, but using this clumsy old product to deal with an aviation mecha that is almost completely unfettered by the attack trajectory, spiral, stall and other old-era air combat problems,

It's almost like seeking death. And the artillery position without armor protection allows the fragments of a high-explosive rocket to kill everyone.

The people who were working on these things were all teenagers aged 17 or 18. When they saw me following Captain Harbert, they couldn't help but cheer enthusiastically, as if they saw the superheroes who came to help them. I recognized that many of them were superheroes.

They were originally from the Vyborg Chasseur Regiment base, but I remember they were still civilians when I left.

Out of politeness, I reluctantly waved to them with a stiff expression. Hubbert in front of me had to turn around and admonish me:

"Smile brighter, your arrival has boosted everyone's morale a lot."

Damn, this guy can really tell.

"Laugh at your mother. I really don't have the habit of laughing at corpses. What prompted you to take the initiative to attack such a fortress-level city."

I frowned and said, even with my half-empty military perspective, I can still see that the preparations of the rebels are very inadequate, and can even be said to be rudimentary, and this is not the way to commit suicide.

"This... is a battle plan between us, the Confederate Army and... Well, how should I put it? In short, it is a mutually coordinated combat plan. You only need to be responsible for your own part."

Hubbard answered my question evasively, as if he had something very difficult to say.

This feeling of being kept in the dark is really annoying, but forget it, I'm here to get paid to fight and practice my skills, you can live or die as you wish.

I grimaced coldly, pulled up my collar and stopped talking.

The command post was in an inconspicuous one-story building. According to Harbert, that place was actually on the third floor, but an air-to-ground missile completely destroyed the top floor.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Apart from me, there were already more than a dozen communications, staff, and security personnel crammed into the small room. It seemed crowded, with swaying figures and a chaotic mess of various calls, but I still found it accurately.

The old wolf's big and sinister face was almost stuck on the electronic map.

"Long time no see, Mr. Xiang Yu."

The old wolf raised his head and greeted me with a confused expression on his face.

"Oh, long time no see..."

I was only halfway through my words when I clearly felt that the sounds around me suddenly became quieter. The correspondent who was yelling at the microphone, the staff officer who was yelling at the electronic map, and the officer who was yelling at his subordinates all stopped shouting and raised their heads.

He started to stare straight at me, which made me feel cold all over.

"Wow"

Suddenly, everyone looked happy and rushed up to shake hands with me and talk to me enthusiastically, but I could only giggle inexplicably. In the end, the old wolf rescued me, patted my shoulder and motioned me to come inside to talk.

"Hey, what on earth is going on? I remember I wasn't so exaggerated when I went back."

As soon as the door was closed, I frowned and asked the old wolf.

"First, at least we have access to the Internet here. The Chasseur Regiment, especially the young people in the Chasseur Regiment, are very interested in the cheat sheets on the Internet and often use them as a topic after dinner."

"Let me go, these guys definitely lack social care. If there are so many rumors, nothing will happen."

Please, I didn't expect that being a madman who wears underwear is just a temporary guest role as a mercenary. If this situation continues, I might see my wanted poster posted on the door when I get home.

"Don't worry, everyone is enthusiastic, but we still have a basic sense of responsibility for our friends. No one has leaked information about you. Besides..." Old Wolf paused, his expression became deeper, "Volga Company, don't you

Don’t you know the power of this organization?”

Sorry, I think it’s better not to know too many notes about things in this dark world.

Speaking of "friends", I always feel very awkward, because I came here just to leverage my own interests and fight for myself. I don't want to have much to do with the people and things in this strange country because of the water here.

It's really too complicated.

"What about second place?"

I changed the subject.

"It's very simple, that is, we have been bombed for three full days."
Chapter completed!