() Not wanting to stay in this unlucky place for any longer, we immediately withdrew to the rear. Compared to the last time when most of the aircraft was scrapped, the teaching group had much better luck this time. Except for my aircraft which was badly damaged, all the other aircraft were badly damaged.

They were all minor injuries, and most importantly, no one was killed.

Or could it be that the combat skills of the teaching team are also improving rapidly?

At dinner time, Gantrov sent someone to deliver a delicious meal - a lot of expired cans and vegetables that were probably dug out from the bottom of the freezer and were almost frozen into ice bricks.

The officer in charge of this batch of goods arrogantly stated that the food supply has been tight recently, and this is the biggest sacrifice they have made. The implication is to eat what they like, and get out if they don't.

The brothers did not give in. Captain Korninov directed us to set up a large pot, melt the snow water and boil it, then pour all the messy things in and stew it into a pot, which was quite shocking from the mouth to the visual impact.

"It was a random stew with compressed biscuits, and everyone just finished dinner casually. The bears who were about to watch the joke were all stunned. When we asked if we wanted to have a bowl too, these guys immediately ran away in fright.

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The atmosphere during the meal was very pleasant, because the teaching team had its first single kill number that day, and it was probably the first single mecha kill number in the history of the Republic. However, the person involved was always in a bad mood, sitting in the corner.

Amidst the pile of camp building materials, not even a sound could be heard.

There were many brothers in the middle who wanted to come over and talk to me, but I got annoyed and avoided them. If I kept chirping again, I would kick them out. Everyone didn't know what was wrong with me, so they had to watch from a distance.

"What the hell is going on?"

I licked my hair and moaned lowly.

There is no doubt that I was completely defeated in today's battle? Is it a problem with the machine? No, it has nothing to do with that; is it an abnormal performance? No, it is impossible, because I feel that my performance today is much better than in the simulated battle, even a little abnormal.

Played.

So... is Cang Ren too strong?

My train of thought had to return to the original point, which was also the most unbelievable point for me. That firing speed gave me a sense of humiliation rather than shock.

Because it is impossible for me to practice to that level, but someone did it, and even killed me easily with this hand.

"Are you unhappy because you didn't win against 'Blue Blade'?"

With a calm voice, a man sat down next to me, and I recognized from that unique tone that it was Captain Korninov.

"Win? By the way, I didn't even hit him with a single shot."

I laughed to myself.

"His probability of being shot is frighteningly low. Guards mecha divisions usually fight on the most dangerous battlefields, but after a whole year of fighting, the entire regiment's landline aircraft have been replaced several times, and he is the only one who has not been hit.

No damage. It is said that this year’s record has just been broken in Viborg. It seems to be that weird mecha soldier with a smiling face carved on its body. He is really an amazing guy."

Thank you for your compliment, but now I am not happy at all.

"Captain, there should be a lot of things waiting for you to do."

I politely issued an eviction order.

However, Captain Korninov seemed not to hear him at all and continued to speak.

"Although I don't know why your head suddenly broke, I knew you were going to lose as soon as you made a move."

"Haha, good eyes, worthy of being an ace."

I said in a mocking tone.

"I just want to ask, Chen Xiang, where has your style gone?"

For the first time since the battle ended, I raised my head in surprise. Captain Korninov looked at me with sharp eyes.

"Every mecha soldier who can reach the ace position has his own combat style, such as the accuracy of 'Blue Blade' and my meticulousness. Then your combat style will not be forgotten even by yourself.

"Captain Korninov's eyes did not change, "There is no point in being brave. You don't even care about being crazy or violent. This is your style. But today you even took a wrong turn and actually imitated Orlov's style.

They put things on, and the imitation is so rough that it’s like an old man learning to put on makeup, which makes people want to laugh when they see it.”

Even though the captain doesn't talk much at ordinary times, when he really trains people, he can be very mean.

I didn't expect things to turn out like this at all.

"In other words... I wanted to learn the fighting style of 'Blue Blade', so I was tortured miserably?"

I glanced sideways at [Lavokin], which had been temporarily thrown away by the hangar because it could not be fixed. The machine sat on the ground dejectedly, with its arms and legs spread wide open. The hydraulic oil and fuel looked like a little kid wetting the bed.

The same thing flowed all over the ground. The thick white snow still could not cover up the charred marks on the armor shell. The half-stripped armor fragments hung precariously on the frame. When the cold wind blew, they jingled like a soul-calling bell.

It made a loud noise and looked indescribably miserable.

"You should be able to sum it up yourself, otherwise your lessons in the past two years will be in vain."

After Captain Korninov finished speaking, he stood up, walked down the pile of building materials, and suddenly raised his hand and threw me one thing after another.

"Keep it well, it can be considered a memorable moment."

When I took a look, it turned out to be my student card, but the laser-engraved number symbolizing the crash had changed to 1.5.

I pouted my lips, opened my fingers, and then squeezed them tightly. Suddenly I felt a little hungry for the first time. I wonder if those foodies left a bowl of leftovers for me.

At this time, the PCP suddenly rang. In fact, there was no need to look at the label. There was probably no one else who would hang up on me at this time.

"Hi, hello, my dearest friend."

The manager greeted me cordially through the phone. Although it was still quite disgusting, it felt much better than "Brother Chen" or something like that.

"Oh, you sound good."

"That's because, thanks to you, the credibility of these places has increased very quickly. Several other places sell arms, medicines, and machines. As a result, people use them up, smoke them, play with them, and forget about them. After selling to death, we still haven't built up the reputation.

The company is engaged in high labor export. Among the candidates running for deputy minister in the company recently, I have the highest hope. Maybe by the end of the year..."

"Okay, how did things go?"

I'm really fed up. What's going on this year? How come there are winners in life showing off my superiority to me everywhere I go? Could it be that everyone's fortune is booming, but mine is in decline?

Although I interrupted him midway, Asimov's thinking was still clear and he immediately answered my questions.

"Don't worry, we've taken care of both the witnesses and the physical evidence."

"What do you mean, done?"

"Just like the literal meaning, it will never be leaked. Oh, Sergeant Chen, you are so active on the front line, and the amount of information left is quite large. During this time, I helped to destroy the evidence, but it was quite hard.

I haven't slept for three days. I need to help with my brother's business in the future..."

"Nonsense, what are you pretending to be? Now that the war is coming to an end, you don't want your deal with the rebels to be discovered by the treaty authorities, causing the treaty facilities to close down. It's just a convenience to help me."

I exposed him unceremoniously, and the Chamber of Commerce made a special trip to help me, and the rooster would lay eggs.

Asimov gave a noncommittal "hehe" smile, which was regarded as acquiescence. Anyway, this guy is thick-skinned enough, and he didn't feel any difference even if I exposed him ten or eight times.

"Oh, by the way, Sergeant Chen, I still have that cool-looking machine of yours with a big smiley face carved on it. What do you think should be done with it?"

"Nonsense, why don't you build a museum? Of course I will destroy it..."

Halfway through my words, I suddenly paused. I first glanced at the ruined [Lavorkin], and then looked at the campgrounds about a few kilometers away that were looming in the dark like a ghost town. If

If I remember correctly, that was the camp of Gantrov's gangsters.

"Okay, I will notify the steel factory tomorrow to have it demolished..."

"Stop, not yet. I will give you the location of the camp later. Please help me drag it to the most suitable hiding spot nearby."

I quickly interrupted him, minimized the dialogue window on the PCP, opened the notebook from the menu, and checked the amount of my bank deposit.

"No problem, no problem, it's just whether you..."

"Oh, it is said that the price of 127mm rockets and 70mm rockets has dropped by 20% due to the Allied Forces' full preparation for war. I will prepare twenty of the 127mm rockets and forty of the 70mm rockets. I will also install the launchers.

Come on, oh, by the way, prepare me enough fuel for at least five sorties, and rent me a multi-purpose armored transport vehicle. The rent will be calculated into the bill in one go."

"Don't you need missiles? We have the Allied Forces' latest Joint Air-to-Ground Missile (JAGM) and Sidewinder V here, as well as the RVV-10 and RVV-30 that the Treaty Army plans to use as the next generation of equipment."

The businessman's sense of smell seemed to have finally overcome his curiosity, and Asimov immediately put on a business-talking posture.

At first I wanted to say that the simplest "Sidewinder P" would be enough. Missiles are expensive and wasteful, but another thought quickly passed through my mind and I immediately changed my mind.

Although I can't use it, the Republic of China may not be able to use it.

According to information accidentally revealed by Dui, many of the supporting weapons for the newly developed mechas have not yet been obtained, making it difficult to conduct testing...

"If you have the goods, give me four air-to-surface missiles, and give me two of each of the others. Hey, what you are selling shouldn't be the monkey version (referring to the low-end configuration usually used by military powers in exporting equipment)."

"Please rest assured that the source of the goods is no problem and they are definitely original and genuine. It's just... hehe, as far as I know, your money... seems to be a bit insufficient."

"If you have any conditions, please mention them quickly!"

Hearing that this guy wanted to take advantage of me, I interrupted him impatiently. Anyway, I had been hacked more than once. This time, for the sake of the entire republic, I gritted my teeth and endured it.

"Hey, it hurts your feelings to talk about the conditions. In this way, a total of six missiles will be donated by our company, and the rent of the multifunctional armored transport vehicle will be forgotten. We will deliver the mecha and the weapons you ordered right away. I hope that by then

You should be more cautious."

Asimov actually used the regional dialect of the Republic to talk to me. When I wanted to ask more questions, he refused to speak anymore as usual.

"Okay, I will notify you of the specific situation when the time comes. I wish you a good sleep and good night."

The communication was cut off, and I was furious at that time.

Damn, do you think I might be able to sleep well tonight?
Chapter completed!