() "A team composed entirely of recruits who have never been on the battlefield is extremely dangerous. This cannot be changed with any advanced simulators and teaching materials. According to the old century model, at least the ratio of new veterans to veterans must be 1:2 or higher.

A high ratio can ensure group combat effectiveness and train qualified mecha soldiers. This experience is still applicable in the mecha era."

"With the powerful combat capabilities of mechas, formations, especially suitable formations, are still an important way to exert their combat effectiveness."

It took me a full hour to complete yesterday's battle notes on PCP. I used a stylus to write two personal summaries in the last part. Although it is a bit different from the writing of fundamental principles, there is indeed nothing wrong with "writing", although in that

Voice input and even thought input have become very popular in recent years, but I still insist on writing with a stylus because I am really afraid that I will degenerate into the monkey with an IQ below 5 that the old lady in Helsinki said can only chirp.

After I finished writing, I couldn't help but laugh at myself. Please, I'm not an expert. This kind of unprofessional summary may be regarded as a joke by others.

I wanted to raise my hand to delete it, but I didn’t do it for some reason. I raised my head and saw several Garands in the hangar operating happily, with mecha soldiers forming a circle among them.

We were chatting enthusiastically while having breakfast. In comparison, the iron guy lying quietly next to me in the dark and sneering seemed very lonely.

I poked my head with the pen, and a new scar on the back of my hand stung my eyes. It was a new "mark" I made with a folding knife last night.

After sorting out the words and sentences, I added a paragraph in parentheses at the end:

"Two or more missiles firing together will cause unexpected damage to the mecha."

Just when I finished coding the last symbol, a sharp air-raid warning suddenly sounded. The mecha soldiers immediately threw their sandwiches, bread, coffee and other things all over the floor, and hurriedly climbed into their respective machines.

A, the mechanics also took the time to make final preparations. Although the scene was chaotic, it was not panic in the sense of fear and tension, but a feeling similar to "Let the treaty guys come over and we will kill as many as there are."

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In the frenzied atmosphere, I slowly climbed into the cockpit and engine body of the plane. The moment the screen lit up, the regimental headquarters' communication window flashed on it. The correspondent reported "Four units" in an excited tone as if he had taken a gunshot.

The message "An enemy plane is incoming" is also sent to the image along with various parameters such as the target's azimuth, altitude, and moving speed.

"Damn it, just a few people dare to come here to die. Open the door quickly, I want to get out!"

"Open the door, open the door quickly!"

There was a lot of shouting on the radio. I glanced at the data and decisively switched the engine that had already switched to the ignition state back to the preheating mode.

"The machine is faulty and needs debugging temporarily."

I called the control center over the radio, and then I heard a murmur of confusion and questioning.

"Won't this guy take a month's rest and lose his courage?"

Okay, I didn't hear anything clearly.

Forty seconds later, the first Garand untied its fuel pipe and protruded along the emergency exit. This time, there was no accident of one end being mounted on the dome, and the machine quickly disappeared from my sight.

Okay, the first one.

A minute later, the fuel pipe of the second [Garand] was also untied and protruded from the hangar. The process was also very smooth, and the shadow of the machine disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

Okay, the second one.

A minute and a half later, the third Garand released the oil pipe lock and protruded out of the hangar. It also protruded out of the hangar without any accidents. The aircraft disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared before.

Okay, channel three.

I leaned back in my seat bored.

Having said that...how long do you have to wait before you notice the abnormal situation? If the stupid competition continues like this, I will also have a headache.

"Wait a moment!"

Just as Channel 4 [Garand] was preparing to attack, it was suddenly interrupted by a call from the control center. There was a hint of fear in the controller's voice.

"What happened?"

The mecha soldier asked impatiently.

"Three channels have just been released, right?"

The controller suddenly seemed to ask nonsense.

"Bullshit, you can't even count? Hurry up and open the door!"

"Three units have obviously been released... but why is there no display on the radar!"

The controller said what he was about to say in horror, and the mecha soldiers calmed down a little from the frenzy of the battle. At this time, they almost realized that the silence outside the hangar was abnormal, and even scary.

There were no gunshots, explosions, or even the noise of the mecha's violent movements.

From the urban area, a thunderous and monotonous "rumbling" sound penetrated the dome and echoed over and over again in the hangar. It was obvious that the bombing of the Treaty Army had begun without any hindrance.

The mecha soldiers looked at each other and saw the helpless look on each other's faces.

The situation at this time was very embarrassing. The remaining four [Garands] had all completed preparations for attack, but the strange situation made no one dare to move. They all stayed in place like clay statues, stupid.

Well, it seems that the time is almost here.

"Okay, stop it. If you don't want to die, just leave."

After shouting something on the radio, I didn’t care how other people reacted. I quickly opened the engine armor, but instead of using the nozzle, I used the lower limb mobility device, like a soldier fighting in tunnels in World War I, bending

Holding an armored machine gun on his waist, he walked along the narrow and low passage and crashed out of the gate!

"Bang"

The steel door flew out more than ten meters in the impact. The moment my field of vision opened, I immediately drove the body to rotate and scan the surroundings. Even through the messy exterior scene that looked like a garbage dump, with good resolution, I could still see from the photoelectric detector.

Captured unexpected images.

I just asked how you dared to send the same number of mechas to seek death after you had just suffered a big loss. Moreover, with their ridiculous speed and height, you could tell at a glance that they were still slow oxcarts like the [Tupolev], not the commander.

If you lose your mind, you just have another killer move.

One, two, three, four... Damn, there are actually six.

I don’t know when [Jacques], who was ambushing outside the hangar at a low altitude of less than 300 meters, was close to half of the squadron. No wonder those short-lived ghosts who went out first burped without even saying a word!

"Swish, swish, swish"

One after another air-to-ground missiles slammed down like meteors, and my field of vision suddenly turned into a hell surrounded by flames and cement powder. I cursed my mother, tightened my arms and drove the body to rush through the terrifying sea of ​​fire.

Unlike land combat mechas, the lower limbs of aviation mechas are only used as tools for take-off, landing and relocation, and are not capable of violent maneuvers. Moreover, their strength is seriously lacking and they are easily worn out, but now we have to make do with them.

"Fuck your sister!"

For the fifth time, I avoided the fate of being blown to pieces by the high-explosive warhead. I yelled and ignited the intelligent auxiliary nozzle and set up the armored machine gun to fight back. However, a [Command Type Yak] missile that was chasing me unexpectedly faced the line of fire.

The rails hit hard one after another, and the impact point almost hit the spot where I was standing.

Accurate enough!

The concrete pavement and public facilities were lifted up in pieces, and the flames composed of fragments and shock waves hit the cockpit hard. I felt that my whole body was almost torn apart, but I knew that I would die if I breathed a sigh of relief at this time, so I had no choice but to

He gritted his teeth and used the force to break the pole every time to drive the body to make large maneuvers.

But [Command Type Jacques] still had a firm hold on me. No matter how I maneuvered, this guy's dive track would always hit me in front of me at the same time. It almost sent me flying to the west several times. I felt like I was fast.

Exploded by the heavy pressure.

"Squeak, squeak"

The joints carrying nearly forty tons of weight groaned in pain during the violent movements, and the mark on the three-dimensional image of the body instantly jumped to the yellow line symbolizing danger!

The image of the enemy aircraft expanded rapidly in my field of vision. I suddenly noticed that this [Command Type Yak] seemed a little different from other aircraft. The next second I immediately realized that something was wrong - this [Command Type Yak]

Jacques] turned out to be navy blue.

The special painting, damn, it’s actually an ace!

"Hold it!"

I said through gritted teeth, igniting all the nozzles at the same time and jumping to the back of a supermarket. A string of machine-gun shells followed almost immediately, smashing the outer wall of the building into pieces.

Only then did I feel like I was barely alive, and my whole body was soaked.

Damn it, ace is really not easy to deal with.

At this time, the idiots behind finally realized that the situation was not good, and quickly drove the machine to escape. Just as the last [Garand] escaped, two ground-penetrating bombs accurately fell and penetrated easily.

After breaking through the simple protective facilities of the hangar, tons of high explosives directly blew up the interior of the hangar to pieces. It was not known whether the people who did not escape were alive or dead.

As a result, these idiots who had not yet figured out the situation became the new targets of the [Yaks]. Several missiles were fired at them, and the lower limbs of a [Garand] were immediately blown into the sky!

"There are enemies up there!"

"This is...ah, everyone who just went out was killed!"

"Don't worry, let's fight!"

A group of people jumped around while shooting and firing. As a result, this unorganized counterattack resulted in more serious casualties: several times the mechas directly collided with each other while running around, and were chopped to pieces by the shells.

The rapists of the Treaty Army easily fired all the onboard ammunition round by round at different angles, happily leaving behind a pile of half-dead mechas that were ravaged, and circled and climbed away contentedly.

However, the meat-giving behavior of rookies is not without side effects.

For example, I completed all the ignition procedures while taking a flight.

[Garland] smiled ferociously, kicked the bricks under his feet, jumped up with a vigorous roll and a half, and pointed the nose of the machine in the direction where [Jacques] was flying away. I first pulled the machine to seven thousand in one breath

meter height to avoid detection by radar and TV cameras - as a mecha soldier who has practiced with the [Jacques] for more than half a year, I know the observation blind spots of this model very well. My only worry is that I cannot use radar positioning.

Once it flies over the head, it's a scam.
To be continued...