() "In other words, you haven't captured the core stronghold yet."

I didn’t even eat dinner, so I got on the jeep and hurriedly followed Mikel to the hangar to check the aircraft body. Nonsense, the situation has deteriorated like this. If the guy in hand doesn’t have a clue first, it won’t matter when the guy eating is taken away.

Know.

"Yes, we caught them off guard at the beginning and captured the outer perimeter with little effort. However, the coordination of the various hunting regiments was too poor, and the stronghold with the city hall as the core has been basically repaired by the Treaty Army.

It has also been upgraded to the latest standards. We have stormed several times, but failed because the casualties were too heavy. Although the Treaty Army is a bunch of bastards, the combat effectiveness of these bastards is really incredible. They are a few steps ahead of us local bastards.

"

Michael shook his head depressedly, seeming worried about this situation.

"In the past two days, the Treaty Army's fleet and aviation mechas have continued to launch firepower coverage at us, and they have not been able to organize a decent attack. In addition, according to intelligence, the Treaty Army has withdrawn sixteen marine mecha regiments from the front line.

We are returning reinforcements, but everyone's morale is very low."

Damn, if you keep playing like this, won’t you become a patty in a hamburger?

The jeep drove through the bumpy streets, slowly traveling at a speed of thirty or forty kilometers. The road was constantly stopped because of broken mechas and armored vehicles blocking the road. What I saw alone was at least two mecha companies and above.

The aircraft lost its combat effectiveness. Mikel said that this was not bad. Yesterday, when a whole battalion was attacking, it was "sticked" to the front by the defenders. It was immediately covered by naval guns and land heavy artillery. The company that could escape was

Less than a quarter.

As I looked at it, I suddenly felt that for the structure of a Chasseur Regiment, the mecha formation seemed a bit larger. At first I thought it was temporarily strengthened, but in the end I got the explanation that in fact, in this direction of attack

There were originally two Jaeger regiments, but the leader of the other Jaeger regiment had too much adrenaline during the battle the day before and led the entire command headquarters in a charge. As a result, he was covered by a 180mm high-explosive grenade fired from 30 kilometers away.

Without the full reimbursement, the remaining troops had to be temporarily commanded by Lao Lang.

.........I no longer have the energy to express my opinion.

When I finally arrived at my destination, I was speechless for a long time because what appeared in front of me was not a common dome hangar, but a...civilian underground parking lot!

"Sorry, we can't guard the regular hangar on the ground at all. It's not easy to capture here anyway."

Mikel explained awkwardly.

This is very bad news, which means that the strength of the resistance army has been reduced to the point where it is unable to defend any target.

The jeep passed through the temporarily installed explosion-proof gate and drove into the inside of the hangar, which was brightly lit. The top of the temporary hangar was re-reinforced with large steel beams to improve defense against bombs. Most of the original partition columns of the parking space were demolished.

, the expanded space was replaced by fixed frames placed horizontally, and several slide rails were pulled out on the ground for automatic vehicles to enter and exit. Although the signs of rough construction were obvious, it was pretty good by the standards of wartime architecture.

.

What was a bit beyond my expectation was that the hangar was not as bleak as I thought. Instead, it was as noisy as a vegetable market with people coming and going. Seven Garands were neatly arranged on the fixed frame, each one

On the edge of the stage, automatic tool trucks were used to carry a large number of guided ammunition of various colors. The magazines filled with shells were stacked as neatly as sliced ​​toast. The hard oil pipes were abundant enough to allow two or three of each mecha to be spread out.

In addition, there were more than a dozen mechanics and two or three people wearing regular mecha uniforms surrounding them. Compared to the time when they only had one machine and were short of fuel and ammunition, they were simply incomparable.

But the crux of the problem is not here...

I never thought that there were other mecha soldiers present, and seeing that each of them was confidently gesturing at the machine body, and constantly using professional terms in their conversation, maybe they were regular mecha soldiers with a professional background, so I

This parallel import ace suddenly felt his scalp numb, and he was thinking about how it would end if he got dressed here.

Although my results at that time were very impressive, there were very few aircraft downed in actual air combat. More than 70% of them came from insignificant ground attacks. To put it bluntly, they were ground targets. Compared with genuine mecha soldiers, they pale in comparison.

, besides, one guy let go of so much, and his confidence was suddenly reduced by 30%.

I was too embarrassed to leave after people had already walked in, so I had to bite the bullet and walk in. Fortunately, there were hundreds of people working on site, and no one noticed me. I was slightly relieved and took the time to lower my voice and ask.

Mikel said:

"Hey, I didn't tell you before, why are there so many people here?"

"Oh, because the 'good Samaritans' gave a lot of assistance, the regiment leader asked Volga Company to hire other mecha soldiers to participate in the driving. Just like you, they just arrived today. Don't worry, they are all professional headhunters from

Elites selected by the alliance with very good results will not cause you any trouble."

I kept complaining in my heart, Nima, whoever is afraid that they will cause me trouble, I am afraid that I will make a joke.

As Mikel walked, he introduced me to the newly recruited mecha soldiers. I was confused. I was ready to find a machine to use, but unexpectedly Mikel pulled me and pointed at an empty machine next to me.

The surprising mecha shouted:

"No, no, Brother Xiang, this is your body, I can't even remember it."

[Garland] The lewd smile on his facial armor made me dumbfounded. I wanted to scratch my ears and scold myself for what kind of lunacy caused me to leave such a mark.

Sharp gazes were shot at me from all directions like machine shells, making my whole body drip with blood, but that idiot Mikel was not done yet, and instead excitedly pushed me into the middle of the crowd.

"By the way, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Xiang Yu, the famous 'Grey Smile' in the world. He is also the commander of our temporary mecha unit. Let's ask him to say a few words."

You are a rutabaga, but you are still not a human being. You want my life!

But a group of people all looked at me, and I couldn't keep my mouth shut, so I had to scratch my head and start thinking about my words. This action raised the level of contempt in all their gazes.

To be honest, I only had one speech experience in the entire four years of university, which was when the student union was re-elected. With the encouragement of my buddies, I had the courage to speak a few sentences. As a result, under the gaze of fifty or sixty people in the audience, I was unlucky.

After two and a half sentences of opening remarks, I got stuck gloriously and walked out the back door in despair. Unexpectedly, a year later, this kind of challenge, which was more severe than a real battle with live ammunition, would be placed in front of me again.

The problem now is more serious than it was then. My physical data at that time were roughly: 176 centimeters tall, 61 kilograms in weight, average appearance, average build, weak aura, domineering index infinitely close to the plural, and even

He was a bit listless and looked like an unemployed young man who had just graduated from college. He was far worse than the high-spirited mecha soldiers around him. For the first time, I envied the old wolf's stinky face, among other things.

, stand in front of you, let alone suppress people, there is no problem in warding off evil spirits.

"Ahem, this is the first time we meet. We come from all over the world. It's fate that we are here. I hope we can get along well and help each other in the future..."

After saying that, I almost slapped myself in the mouth. Isn't this the original words of the principal at the opening ceremony?

As a result, the contempt in my gaze escalated two levels in a row, directly evolving into contempt, so I became even more panicked, and what I said later became complete nonsense.

"Then... I wish you all good teeth and a good appetite. Goodbye."

Before I finished speaking, I had already rushed into the [Garand] cockpit as fast as I could. I never knew I could run so fast. The first thing I did when I entered was to close the cabin door and say "Shhh" outside.

All the sounds were blocked out, and I wiped off the sweat. Only then did I realize that not only my forehead, but also my underwear was soaked.

"Nima, if anyone asks me to do this next time, I'll chop him up."

I cursed bitterly, turned on the mecha simulation system, and started doing simulation training that I hadn't done for a long time. I had never broken the level 2 record before, which made me feel very unhappy.
Chapter completed!