() When we returned to the hangar, several group leaders had been waiting there early. As soon as we got off the plane, these guys came up to us excitedly and gave us each a bear hug.

"Oh my god, you guys are like gods. We fought for so many days and couldn't win the position. You took action and captured it in just half a day. That's great. We can prepare to hold a celebration banquet in the city hall right away.

!”

I felt that this guy must have been drunk. Otherwise, why would he have spent half of the attacking troops talking nonsense? However, I raised my hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, so I just hummed and hahaed for a while. But the others were the same.

He straightened his face and held his chest high, looking triumphant.

So, I had no choice but to give them a punch to help them correct their body shape.

"Oh my God, my ribs are broken!"

"Mom, my intestines!"

"It was such a heavy punch. Well, I was internally injured after it was over."

The group leaders who knew the inside story looked at each other and smiled bitterly. They said, "The money has been distributed to the Finance Department and can be collected at any time." They filed out.

As soon as they heard that there was money to be made, everyone got excited and ran to the finance office holding hands and holding on to the pain. Then they came back with a large bundle of bills and counted them happily. After I counted my share, I looked at the banknotes.

I felt as happy as helping others pick up foreign food, and I felt the bad water in my stomach began to leak out.

So I walked up to Hitler, knelt down, and looked at him with a smile.

Hitler's expression froze on his face, and then his blood vessels began to lose blood, his face began to turn pale, and sweat began to form on his forehead... Finally, he almost peed.

"Um...Captain, are you okay?"

I smiled and said it was okay, and you continued.

Then I continued to stare at him, and he continued to count the money. Then, I saw the sweat on his forehead evaporating into steam and rising in curls.

"Um...Captain, something is definitely wrong with you."

"How is that possible? I just feel... have you forgotten something?"

"Forgot...what happened?"

"Really don't remember?"

"I really don't remember."

I let out a long sigh and started to crack my joints. I felt that the poor young man almost fainted from lack of oxygen due to fright, so he asked with a cry:

"Captain, can you give me a reminder?"

"Reminder? Are you sure you need it?"

Hitler nodded, so I secretly sighed that today’s children are really immoral, and I shook my fingers and prepared to make fists.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't hit, don't hit, I remembered!"

Hitler screamed, hurriedly pulled out a knife of banknotes and raised it above his head, saying incoherently that this was just a small thing, please accept it.

"Oh, why are our people so polite?"

I took it with a smile, and then looked at the other two guys who were shivering.

So I got the other three dollars easily. Seeing the three people crying and mourning, I suddenly felt that it is quite a sense of accomplishment to occasionally make others sick.

In the next two days, the "Big Boss" transport planes delivered a batch of fuel, food, ammunition and medicine, as well as the most precious mechas, under gunfire. The resistance's air power soon returned to six [Garand

] level. However, the battle situation was still not going well at this time. Although the first two defensive positions were bulldozed, the protective force of the City Hall stronghold was still not greatly damaged. The rebels and the Treaty Army were in a stalemate on the outer wall of the City Hall.

, even though they suffered heavy casualties, they were still unable to move forward one step further.

In the meantime, we also tried several rounds of bombings, but due to the lack of powerful ammunition and precise guided weapons, the Treaty Army, which is armed with layers of optical projectors, active defense systems, and enhanced concrete, cannot eat anything soft or hard.

The killing effect of the micro fortress was not obvious. In the meantime, we also encountered several mecha units from the Treaty Army that came to bombard us. As a result, both sides started fighting while dumping bombs to reduce weight under full load. The operation was not working well and the nervousness was fatal.

, and got nothing but a lot of wasted bombs.

In addition to the aerial bombs dropped by mechas, the 180mm heavy bombs fired from the Gulf of Finland have almost become the biggest killer of the resistance. On April 14 alone, more than fifteen land combat mechas were destroyed.

A transport plane full of munitions crashed. The regimental leaders asked us more than once to dispatch and destroy those ocean-going combat ships, and even raised the price to 100,000 horses per ship. However, I thought about it and refused, because it was just me.

I have this little rookie and a few mediocre mechas to challenge a fully armed battleship formation. Unless there is something wrong with my brain, I don't think I have a chance of winning.

However, it’s not an option to keep bombing like this. After all, we are on the same boat as the resistance. If we can’t run away from them, neither can the old wolf get away from us. At this time, Hitler proposed that we should always use pure

It is very risky to attack the enemy's mounted aircraft, and the escort force should be appropriately strengthened. I think it is also necessary to properly train everyone's flying skills, so I expressed my approval.

But I didn't expect that such a small change would save a lot of lives.

We met the famous Major "Blue Blade" Orlov on the morning of the 15th.

At that time, I was fighting against Level 2 enemies. I couldn't even remember how many times I had been killed by virtual enemies. Anyway, every time I died, my skills and experience increased. The more I was beaten, the more refreshing I felt.

At this time, the guy nicknamed Hugo crawled in. He was a guy with a very high-profile quality of life and conversation. His temperament was quite likable. His only shortcoming was that he always gave people a feeling of being careless.

"Captain, the bosses are reaching out for support again. Let us go to the front line to help immediately..."

Suddenly, the guy's words were stuck in his throat, and just like Mikel at that time, he stared blankly at the simulated battle image frozen on the screen.

"Oh, my hand slipped a bit, it wasn't that bad before."

I looked at myself awkwardly as I was stabbed to the core, thinking that I would be embarrassed now.

Hugo's eyes widened even more, and he even stuttered a little.

"Team...Captain, could it be said that you...have been playing this thing alone?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

"The problem is simply too big, that's..."

Before he finished speaking, the mechanic's calls of "oil filling completed" and "loading of bombs completed" came from below.

"Okay, hurry up and get ready. I'll take my time and beat your butt to pieces."

I kicked him out of the cockpit, closed the door and switched the system to combat mode.

Although I am very curious about what he wants to say, I feel that listening to it comfortably after the battle is much more effective than listening to it hurriedly now, which may ruin the mood of attacking if it is bad news.

Until that moment I thought it was an easy battle.

At 8:10 in the morning, a total of six [Garands] were all launched into the battle, but what was different from before was that only four of them were equipped with ground attack equipment loaded with bombs, missiles and rockets. Hugo's and I's

The aircraft is equipped with all air combat equipment and is responsible for air cover.

Everyone climbed vertically to an altitude of 5,000 meters first, and then leveled the aircraft. Because the distance was short and the aircraft had been bombed so many times before, there was no need to check the coordinates.

"Hey, Captain, I've always wanted to ask you a personal question."

"If you fart, hurry up."

While looking at the clouds around me that always gave people a special sense of crisis, I turned back impatiently.

"Um...are you a Satsuma? Wait a minute, don't shoot, don't shoot, someone will die if the gun goes off."

"Nima, then don't change your ancestors for others."

I cursed and started to be alert again. At this time, I didn't realize the problem in my words. I just felt that a few guys were weirdly mumbling something in their native language in the communication channel. Okay, I admit that I am the most

I hate people who play mysterious roles, so I prepared a machine gun to let them explain clearly.

"Didi didi"

The radar warning device suddenly screamed, as if a female ghost came to the door demanding life, which made people's scalp numb.

"Damn, Hugo and I are trying to buy time, and we're going to remove our balls soon."

I immediately pushed open the fire safety, drove the machine body to flip over, and faced the enemy from the rear. The others ignored the bombs and missiles on their bodies and threw them on the ground, but the whole process took about three minutes at the fastest.

minutes, and Hugo and I still need to fight for the time difference in between.

Suddenly, several uniform bullet holes were poked out of the thick cloud layer. I immediately drove the body to dive downwards and released most of the bombs. At the same time, I opened my own fuselage and fired back in one breath according to the parameters calculated by the radar.

Three "Sparrows" were fired, but with the poor hit rate of this old-fashioned missile, 99% of them would have been thrown away by enemy aircraft.

Hugo's [Garand] also got two shots, but the kid was jumping around in the air like dancing and was not hit. It was probably because the guidance warhead was also confused by the weird movements of the machine body.

"Team...Captain, they are coming!"

"Nonsense, hurry up!"

The armored machine gun made a "scandium" sound when it was fired, making people's nerves beat with excitement like the strings of a plucked guitar.

Nainai, I've been throwing bombs so hard these past two days that I finally got an opportunity for aerial combat. I feel sorry for myself if I don't have a good fight.

The enemy plane quickly entered the visual detection range. Unexpectedly, the visitor was not the most common [Jacques] among frontline troops, but the [Il] whose performance was better than the [Garand].

I felt so frightened that I broke out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, there were escort planes deployed today. Otherwise, if we all hung up bombs stupidly, we would all be killed.

"Captain, I have no fighting training!"

Hugo's voice sounded like he was about to cry.

Cursing my luck secretly, I had no choice but to adjust the aiming aperture while doing educational work.

"Don't worry, it's okay. As long as you're brave enough and brave enough to risk your life, bite their anus and stab them hard."

"But...it still feels terrible!"

"Go away, if you don't want to die, just give me...fuck!"

Several missiles flew in a row, and the two of us were forced to dodge. However, the dodge angle was too bad. One north and one south only widened the distance. We couldn't get back together even if we tried for a moment. The rookie was crying for help in the lonely northern hemisphere. I

I feel like my head is getting bigger.
Chapter completed!