() At six o'clock in the morning on December 17, 083, we were awakened from our sleep by two chief officers.

The voice is low but powerful.

"In case of emergency, everyone gathers."

To be honest, it's rare that we can get a good night's sleep tomorrow as it's the weekend. It's quite unpleasant to be woken up. However, the faces of both of them were very serious. Our sleepiness disappeared immediately. We quickly jumped up, put on our clothes and pants and followed them upstairs.

Run down.

We got on the magnetic tram that was temporarily activated for us at the door and headed straight to the academy's dedicated helipad. About forty people were stuffed into a [Halo] heavy-duty helicopter of unknown origin. The all-metal riveted aerial behemoth.

Flying out of the school at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour, he quickly passed over the huge campus, past the bustling city of Moscow, and flew into the seemingly endless wilderness.

Everyone is confused, everyone is shocked, everyone is scared, many rabbits even think that their homeland has been invaded by Satsuma and they need to return home to join the war!

Of course, this absurd idea disappeared after the voyage was confirmed.

Our destination is the north.

But they are all neutral countries and basically have nothing to do with us. Why do we go there? Is it just to visit the snow scene?

The two chief officials didn't want to say anything, but just let us watch in peace.

We got off the plane at the Vyborg base, and were first shocked by the current situation of the airport: the sky was filled with heavy strategic transport aircraft hovering, and sorties on the ground that exceeded the saturated capacity of the airport were being unloaded using equipment similar to the giant spider.

The aircraft spread out its mechanical arms to unload the cargo desperately. Aviation mechas, land combat mechas, light and heavy artillery, tanks, and various types of auxiliary armored vehicles were piled densely, with almost no place to stand. The roar of the transport aircraft engine, the roar of the moving mechas

, the roar of the crazy operation of the mechanical arm, intertwined together, forming a violent mechanical symphony.

The rabbits were like country bumpkins who came to the city for the first time, standing stupidly on the tarmac watching all this and being at a loss.

At this time, a sturdy Mao Xiong Lieutenant ran over, saluted with a click, and asked unceremoniously which section we belonged to. At this time, Captain Hu lined up the crowd and stepped forward to return the salute, explaining that we were members of the Kutuzov Military Academy.

Training troops should be notified in advance.

The lieutenant opened the military handheld computer in his hand and carefully checked the record. Then he took out a laser pointer and asked Captain Hu to sign and verify his pupils and fingerprints. After that, he took us directly to a military warehouse.

When the heavy explosion-proof door was opened and the voice-activated lights were activated, we were once again shocked by the scene in front of us. We saw that the huge warehouse was filled with [Mosin 3], and the number was probably more than one mecha battalion. One of our classes only had

The rare species assigned to one unit are piled up in a warehouse here like building blocks. Although they are obviously used, they are almost 70% new.

"Is it really okay?" Captain Hu obviously didn't feel comfortable with it either.

"It's okay. The new models will be arriving soon anyway. These items will definitely be treated as second-hand goods and sent to other places. You can just pick them out."

Lieutenant Mao Xiong said calmly.

In other words, we can play with it, smash it as we please, and even have snowball fights with these things without anyone caring. The huge happiness that fell from the sky made us a mess, and it also made us truly understand what grandeur means. There are fifty mechas in total.

, the current output of the Republic in a year is no more than this, and they are just handed over to us as toys.

Everyone held back the cheers that almost caused internal injuries, and hurriedly pulled the elevator and jumped into the cockpit. I pulled up the heavy canopy cover in one breath, took a deep breath of the air that smelled of detergent and diesel, and enjoyed it.

Breathing into the rare quiet air in the cockpit, I felt endless joy pouring out of my heart. There was no instructor chirping in the back seat, and there was no frightening timetable to watch. It was completely my own operation.

But until now we still don't know what we are going to do.

The two chief officers chose a T-59BM main battle tank. It was a highly automated tank equipped with two terrible weapons, a 135mm heavy artillery and a 30mm remote-controlled machine gun platform. Although the mechas were in various

The strong army has replaced conventional infantry, but tanks equipped with heavy armor and large artillery are still used as an important assault force. However, even among the recruits of that year, most of them still choose mechas to increase points instead of this kind of use.

A century old war machine.

Dinner was served directly at the base. Unlike the previous days when the bears were noisy while eating, the atmosphere of this meal was very dull. Almost no one spoke, and no one brought out vodka, which is as common as mineral water. Everyone

We all ate in silence, so quiet that there was only the sound of swallowing. Inexplicably, we had no choice but to follow the crowd and close our mouths to eat.

We had dinner indiscriminately. Under the leadership of this tank, a group of us mecha soldiers controlled the huge armor and followed them step by step. That night, the sky was pitch black and no light could be seen. Some people wanted to use searchlights, but they were

Instructor Liu stopped him. He said that it was a blackout. Everyone had to make do with the old-fashioned folding integrated sighting system, which was used for fire control of Mao Xiong's first-generation mecha.

The device has extremely low pixels and poor imaging quality. What is projected is simply a mosaic. You will be blinded after looking at it for a long time.

I almost burst into tears and had to wipe my eyes every few minutes.

It is said that Mao Xiong’s second-generation fire control system has achieved a 50% leap in clarity. If you compare it with reality, you will know how tragic it must be.

I have to admire the adaptability of Mao Xiong, or rather the entire Treaty Army mecha soldiers, for playing with this crap for so many years.

To be honest, the first time I controlled a mecha alone I was very excited at first, but then I slowly calmed down. It felt like it was not much different from controlling an ordinary machine or walking. Walking in a boring and monotonous atmosphere

After about twenty minutes, the base was gradually left behind us. At this moment, the pickup suddenly captured a plurality of mechanical moving sounds, the density of which exceeded ours by hundreds of times.

I suddenly felt something was wrong, so I quickly calculated the direction on the computer, and then used the sighting system to look in that direction.

Then I became stupid.

About ten kilometers away, groups of mechas were maneuvering rapidly, accompanied by a large number of self-propelled artillery and armored vehicles. It looked like a steel jungle in the night vision device. The number was probably no less than 10,000. I quickly reported the situation to

Other people were seen, and everyone choked when they saw it.

Is this going to be a large-scale military exercise?

"There are about fifteen, no, no less than twenty mecha regiments."

Datou guessed.

"No, there are more follow-up troops than this."

The top student was attentive and soon discovered that this was only part of the group, and there was a rearguard unit moving this way.

In the era of full mechanization, the mecha regiment has become the basic combat unit of land warfare. A mecha regiment has four combat battalions, an artillery battalion, a maintenance battalion and a reinforced tank battalion plus several communication companies. The mecha regiment is organized in one

There are about one hundred and forty platforms, about sixteen self-propelled artillery pieces, and about fifty tanks. It is a combat force much more powerful than the tank regiments of the old century.

In comparison, our group is simply a knockoff, and we still have trainer mechas that are about to be eliminated. Compared with the excellent regular military mechas they have, they are like driving a tractor in front of a BMW.

More than thirty classic aircraft stood alone on the flanking high ground, like rabbits watching the migration of millions of wild beasts, feeling helpless and terrified.

At this time, the road spike next to me suddenly started operating on the console as if he remembered something. I asked him several times but he didn't respond. It took almost a minute for him to reply, and he used the public channel.

"Brothers, check the ammunition in your hands."

I opened the ammunition reserve menu of the onboard computer in confusion. Two Gatling guns, a 57mm rocket launcher, and a two-unit missile launcher were all fully loaded, but when I saw the red on the ammunition

When I saw the se number instead of the yellow one I was familiar with, I was immediately shocked.

Live ammunition, why the hell is it live ammunition?

Others had obviously discovered this problem and started shouting in panic, almost making the communication channel inoperable.

"The following will inform you about today's mission."

Instructor Liu's calm voice suddenly sounded on the radio, and we quickly held our breath for fear of missing a word.

"As of this afternoon, the General Headquarters of the Treaty Army officially issued the 'North Wind God' combat order against the Stanwell Confederation, and the teaching group applied to enter the battlefield as the only foreign battlefield observers to observe, but the destination is very deep into the war zone.

Please be careful and follow instructions when necessary, over."

"Stanville Confederacy, isn't that a neutral country?"

Tieniu screamed in horror, but this time it was Captain Hu who answered him.

"Only those with strength are qualified to say neutral. Otherwise, there are only two ways to kill and be killed."

Captain Hu's words were very plain, so plain that we found it incredible.

Later, we also became officers, were exposed to more things, and became more mature. We gradually understood the thoughts of the entire Treaty Army's top brass at that time: to turn a country that was biased toward the alliance in terms of culture, system, and external factors.

It is completely intolerable for the Treaty Army to put the Confederate States of the Army in front of their own door, especially at the critical moment when the two sides are at war with each other. Moreover, the Stanwell Confederacy has good welfare and huge resources, but it is not powerful.

The military power has no connection with the world's top four conglomerates, Rhodes, Craso, Zaravel and Lin. It is just like a good citizen wandering around in a robber's den with a hundred thousand yuan in banknotes. It is simply impossible to be robbed.

It's an extremely common thing.

Later information showed that the Treaty Army had issued numerous threats to bring the Stanville Confederacy closer to itself, and the consortium also extended an olive branch to offer protection to the Confederacy. The prerequisite was to open trade barriers for their consortium's business and provide policies.

discount.

But these were all rejected by the Confederacy. They naively believed that these people only dared to talk to them because of international law.

So they became tragic.
Chapter completed!