() Battlefield observation is a bit similar to the combination of graduation project and internship in universities. Generally speaking, students are sent to the front-line troops in batches to stay for half a month, circle around the battlefield, and perform some less important second-line tasks.

The task is to write a long report for defense after returning home, that's it.

Of course, unlike a lazy place like a university, it is quite risky to graduate here, because if your unit wins, it will be easy to handle, and it will be over easily. If there is a big rout or something,

But it's tragic - guns don't care whether you are a professional or an amateur.

In addition to meeting at the airport, we also encountered an unpleasant experience.

"Hey, good morning, monkeys."

With the rank of major, as if he had just run out of the arms of a bartender in a nightclub, the disheveled Slavic lady was smoking a high-end cigarette while dangling in our disgusted eyes. Long

Admiral Denev is really a talented person. He just disgusted us face-to-face, and now he continues to disgust us in another way.

"It's such a fate that I will serve as your cover force. You have to be polite to me, otherwise I will often do the wrong things if I am unhappy, haha."

"Oh, I almost forgot, especially you, sergeant, please keep a better memory."

The Slavic woman's dog eyes showed a fierce look, and she poked my chest hard with her fingers that were burnt yellow by the smoke. I felt that my fingers were a little itchy again.

"Major, is your nose okay?"

I finally asked with a "calm" shrug.

The Slavic woman subconsciously held her nose and took a step back. Only then did she realize her gaffe, and her expression became twisted with anger.

"Major."

Captain Korninov suddenly interrupted.

"What the fuck?!"

"Smoking is prohibited in the military camp. Please put out your cigarette before speaking, Major."

Captain Korninov said sternly, I saw the Slavic lady's expression was very funny.

"Okay, Captain, just keep going. After taking care of this bunch of rubbish, you will soon be a member of the toilet cleaners!"

Gantrov said a harsh word and turned away.

The madman poked me on the side and whispered:

"Liubi."

"agree."

During this period, the Treaty Army has completed the deployment of removing an army group from the front line to strengthen the force in the Vyborg area. As the most disliked group of people in this army from top to bottom, we were kicked out with honor.

It's cooler on the far side.

But everyone was happy to have some free time. After all, they had become famous after four years of college, so it was a small case to have such a small amount of time.

Heavy artillery is roaring.

Rockets roared.

The entire city was in flames.

The fighting momentum of the large corps even overwhelmed the flying blizzard!

The metaphor may be a little inappropriate, but I always feel like we were throwing firecracker strings into mouse holes when we were kids.

Although technology has undergone earth-shaking changes, the overall pattern of ground warfare has not changed much. It is still saturated with artillery fire, and then the infantry charges under the barrage. If it fails, it will start all over again until it kills itself or the enemy.

The only difference is that the subject of the breakthrough is no longer a human being, but a steel giant with a height of seven or eight meters.

"Have the rebels been killed by the bombing? Why is there no movement at all?"

The madman muttered on the radio.

At this time, our group was driving a mecha parked on the high ground outside the battlefield. Because there were not enough mechas, we had to temporarily borrow an old-fashioned infantry fighting vehicle from the garrison to carry the remaining people. Those who got on this were unlucky and had to take turns.

Observing with two periscopes, after a while there were shouts of "You're cheating", "Damn, you looked at it for two seconds longer", "Hey, do you like it, hurry up" and so on.

"No visual inspection, it's just that there aren't many people alive."

I said. During the few days of fighting in Vyborg, I saw the ability of the resistance army to dig fortifications. The buildings, trenches, trenches, and strongholds in the entire city were dug into rat holes extending in all directions.

If you don't use special bombs, it will be very difficult to do it all in one go.

Sure enough, just as they were approaching the outskirts of the city, more than a dozen artillery shells flew from all corners and exploded in [Depp's] assault formation, seemingly shattering their formation in an instant.

But unfortunately, unless there is a super heavy artillery of 175mm or above, the fragments and shock waves that were the death of infantry in the old century will not have the slightest power on mechas. I can only pray that this piece of iron flying from 20 kilometers away can hit someone accurately.

On the forehead of an unlucky mecha. And if I remember correctly, the treasures in the hands of the rebels are only some light artillery pieces less than 150mm, and they also face a serious shortage in quantity.

The deterrent effect of the shelling on [Depp] was almost zero. It felt like throwing eggs into the charging wolves. Completely ignoring the weak artillery fire interception, the mecha group was like steel nails, piercing into the city from all directions.

, and fierce street fighting began.

"I'm going to have an RPG battle with mechas."

"Oh, you've been able to escape like this. It's over. No one on the balcony can escape."

"Idiot, Qi She, you can't even hit me if you fire in such a haphazard manner until you die."

"Look, the anti-tank missiles have also been brought out. The rebels are spending a lot of money."

The fight was shocking in the front, and we were in the back, making soy sauce, and at the same time pointing the finger and scolding Fang Qiu. If everyone could give us a fan with dog hair, we would be able to pretend to be pigs and dogs.

"Chen Xiang, what do you think of the rebels?"

Captain Korninov, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked.

It felt like I was called on because I was distracted in class. I was still thinking about how Asimov's business affairs were going. I was stunned. I stumbled for a long time before coming to a deceptive conclusion.

"They're dead."

Ah, what on earth did I say!

Captain Korninov didn't mind, but continued to ask:

"why?"

I immediately took a breath to calm down. According to the descriptions of other furry bears, this kind of question and answer is very critical and directly affects the course grade. However, I cannot reveal too much sensitive information, otherwise it will inevitably arouse suspicion.

"Well, judging from the breakthrough just now, the rebels have not used the electromagnetic protective walls, smart mines, and light ridges that a regular stronghold should have, and the artillery preparations are also very weak. In other words, the rebels are under the pressure of the treaty army.

There is no time to repair the peripheral fortifications, which is very disadvantageous for the disadvantaged party; in addition, the mecha cluster has broken through to a considerable depth, but only the anti-armor team has responded.

Zhong also suffered a lot of losses and could only retreat to its core strongholds for key defense like the previous treaty army, but that only delayed the time of destruction."

"Is there a way to avoid this situation? For example, the Allied fleet is still concentrated on the sea."

"No," I said decisively, "If the Allied forces were determined to rescue the rebels, they should have eliminated the treaty fleet in front of them and then sent mecha troops to land for support. But so far, except for some heavy-handed troops, they have

Nothing was provided except heavy air support."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Sorry, sir, I'm just a mecha soldier responsible for combat. I don't know much about politics, so I can't answer."

I don’t know how I could answer so many troublesome questions so easily. Anyway, after I finished typing, I felt like I had finished coding a 10,000-word paper in one go - I panicked.

Damn, is there any problem if you say so much at once?

Fortunately, Captain Korninov's tone was slightly appreciative rather than angry.

"Very good qualities, sergeant. I hope you can continue to maintain them in the future."

This should be an evaluation of my last answer. After all, I have talked so much before. If you give me two more sentences, you will die!

"That's awesome. What did you have for breakfast today?"

This is the telegram Tie Niu secretly handed to me.

"porridge."

I held my breath and continued to watch the movie. At this time, the Treaty Army's aviation mechas had also been dispatched. They were all the latest [Il]. Only a few [Garand] flew in from far away from the sky above Viborg.

] faced each other, and the two teams quickly launched a killing spree in various airspaces, but [Garand] didn't seem to have any intention of getting entangled. Relying on the advantage of the fire control system, it continued to throw out missiles outside the range of [Il].

He immediately distanced himself and tried again and again, which was very boring.

It seems that unfortunately I was right. The Allied Forces have no intention of fully assisting these poor people, they are just trying to give them a soy sauce.

With things like this now, those foreign mercenaries should have run away if they knew what they were doing.

I suddenly felt a little irritable. I didn't like this kind of onlookers, and besides, I was still watching such a terrible air battle.

Stimulated by smoke, fire, and artillery fire, I stared at the interlaced ballistics on the screen. I felt like something was restlessly squirming in my blood, and I was particularly eager to go up and fight!

"Dad Chen, Dad Chen..."

Someone seemed to be calling me, and I woke up as if I had a nightmare. I slapped myself twice before talking.

Damn, this is such a loss of life, so hopeless.

"Copy that, what's the big deal?"

"Do you remember what we were doing during Operation Boreas?"

Datou's tone was a little dizzy, and I almost didn't hear what he was asking.

"Watch the battle."

"Then?"

"Then they were blown up by the Allied Forces as a treaty force. Everyone was beaten terribly... Hey, what on earth do you want to say?"

I'm a little impatient.

"I mean...our luck shouldn't be that bad."

"What?"

Suddenly, the scream of the alarm resounded through the cabin. Based on the measured position of the enemy aircraft, the blurry enlarged image of the TV camera was automatically displayed on the screen: the graceful shape, sharp lines, and dark green "eyes" turned out to be

[Garand], and with its flaming nozzle, is coming towards this side very quickly.
Chapter completed!