() Field meals are undoubtedly monotonous, especially for us second-class soldiers in the army.

Frozen oatmeal that wasn't fully melted, luncheon meat mixed with an unknown amount of flour, salty pork that was so hard it could choke someone to death, and brown bread that was indispensable for every meal.

Because there was no water supply system, everyone just rubbed their hands with snow and went to the temporary canteen to eat. Although the only radiator was working like crazy, the temperature inside and outside didn't feel much different, so the rabbits had to pull up their stools.

Get closer and stay together for warmth.

The conditions were terrible, but everyone was still very happy, because even though the treaty troops were covering us up, Camp Gantrov, which was "buzzing" around us like flies smelling the smell of candy bars, was bombed all night.

Everyone was watching the heart-stirring scene. Not to mention that in the morning, no less than two transport companies came with the trailers and trucks that came to pull away the bodies and remains of wounded soldiers. Judging from the losses, this battalion was really doomed.

Of course, the most talked-about topic was whether the Slavic woman was dead, maimed, or seriously injured. There were different opinions. Anyway, I felt that having a few holes punctured by shrapnel would be an advantage for this bastard.

"Oh, you said this kid should be dead."

"The devil knows, such a small place has been hit by so many bombs, the devil should be blown up."

"Isn't that boy Abalone secretly monitoring the Treaty Army's radio? General Londenev was so angry that he ordered that his son not be found and that the entire battalion be sent to Siberia to dig coal."

"Nainai, like father, like son, what a bunch of bastards. Oh, Chen Xiang, where did you go last night? Why didn't I see you when the fight was so lively?"

I yawned exaggeratedly and fiddled with the thick layer of porridge in the bowl. On the one hand, I was really sleepy, but on the other hand, I actually wanted to cover up my guilty conscience with a vague tone as if I hadn't woken up.

After all, I haven't reached the level where I can lie to my comrades without hesitation.

"I've been here all the time. I just felt bored. I watched it for a while and then went back to sleep."

It is estimated that the situation last night was very chaotic, and everyone was too confused and did not pay attention to the number of people and the number of people. The person who asked the question patted his head and thought hard and assumed that I was indeed present.

Suddenly, the broken door of the cafeteria was suddenly pushed open by a small man, and a huge cold wind and snow swept in with him, almost taking away the soul of the person. We quickly tightened our clothes and tried our best to save the little heat we had accumulated.

, yelling about eating and cursing.

"Damn it, I'm risking my life and working hard on intelligence work, so forget it if you guys just eat breakfast leisurely, and you scold me, forget it, since I don't welcome you, I won't say anything."

While shaking the snow off his body, Abalone unceremoniously squeezed in between Tieniu and me and sat down.

It seems that this guy must have known some interesting news, so he showed it off in front of us.

Brother Ya winked at Master Qian, and the boy quickly went to get a bowl of oatmeal, added a piece of black bread with luncheon meat, and stuffed it into Abalone's hand with a smile on his face.

"Oh, Brother Bao, you see, everyone is a rough man. Your mother's motherfuckers are just like saying good morning and night. Don't worry about it. Tell me what news you have?"

As soon as they saw something going on, the rabbits who were eating at other tables gathered around, raised their ears and pushed in hard, almost crushing me to death. Abalone slowly took a sip of porridge, and everyone's appetites were whetted.

When he was almost done, he spoke slowly and slowly.

"There are two news, one good and one bad. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Say it first."

Everyone said in unison.

"The good news is that although the camp was bombed to the sky, all technical weapons were wiped out, and the casualties exceeded 60%, my dear Major Gantrov came out unscathed with two chickens, and even caught a 'Fearless in the Face of Danger'

The headquarters commendation for "proper handling" is gratifying."

"Holy shit!"

Everyone cursed in unison, thinking, could there be worse news than this?

Abalone smiled self-deprecatingly and continued:

"The other bad news is that according to the information provided by witnesses, the attacker is the elusive comrade 'Grey Smile'. This great murderer has now come out to kill people again. The general is ready to hand over the pursuit task to us, and

I solemnly declare that if you live and die, you must see the body, otherwise it will not be considered complete."

"You're cheating!"

Everyone yelled in anger and almost lifted the roof of the cafeteria. This damn fat pig has really got us, and will cause trouble for us no matter what.

I think my expression at that time must have been that I didn't know whether to cry or laugh. I never thought that I would take risks just to deal with a small trouble, but instead caused a bigger trouble.

When I think about facing these guys in the future, my hair stands on end and I curse my bad luck.

"Oh, don't worry, everyone, we still have an ace in our group, plus we have half a bucket of water, the combined combat strength should be enough."

Datou comforted.

Everyone nodded and trembled when they heard this, and their hearts relaxed for the most part. He was worthy of being the second in charge, and his ideas were quite right.

"Squeak"

At this time, I heard another sound from the door, and Captain Korninov walked in despite the wind and snow. Seeing us all staring at him, he couldn't help but frown slightly:

"What's the matter, everyone?"

We quickly shook our heads like a rattle.

"No, no, where can I find it?"

That was not the only headache I had that day. Another trouble was that all the missiles I ordered had arrived and were stuffed into a secret cave near the camp by people from the Volga Company. For the first time, I looked at the pile of missiles in front of me.

I was really excited about the cutting-edge weapons for a short while, but it only lasted a short time and then faded.

The reason can be understood at a glance. The shortest of these missiles is more than 1.5 meters, and the lightest weighs over a hundred kilograms. Not to mention that there is no place to put such a big thing on the plane. There is even a tractor in this deep mountain and forest.

No, how can I transport this bunch of dead guys out?

I got so mad at that time that I started spinning around in the cave.

I know very well that this time the Volga Company's dealers have no hope, because they make a fortune by selling weapons and ammunition of our size. We do not have our own industrial system or our own territory, so there is no need to worry about us dismantling them.

It is different to start a copycat to manufacture independently, but a power with a complete industrial system like the Republic is different. With only two or three finished products, low-priced and high-imitation goods can be seen leaving the factory within half a year, and even sweeping the arms market. This is undoubtedly what they do not want to see.

. Unless there is a large order for tens of thousands of weapons, they will never allow this batch of cutting-edge weapons to be imported into the Republic.

Neither can the buddies in the teaching group. It’s not that they are not capable enough. On the contrary, I firmly believe that these guys with great powers must have a lot of evil ideas. It’s just that the source of these missiles involves various dark transactions between me and the Volga Company.

, it is too complicated. If the hidden things may be exposed, it will also shake the trust of the entire teaching group in me. I really cannot afford this price.

If this doesn't work, then that won't work either. Should I install them directly on the machine body and finish them off? Hey, then why did I spend so much money to get them?

I banged my head in frustration, falling back on my old habit of doing bad things on impulse.

In the midst of despair, helplessness and hatred, I suddenly thought of someone.

To be honest, although the first thing I thought of was this guy, I kept pushing him to the bottom of all the methods. Now that I have exhausted my IQ, I had to take out my PC and reluctantly dialed his number. I wanted to hear this.

What are the thoughts of this powerful man?

"Hey, Sergeant Chen, it's really a strange thing this year that you took the initiative to contact me."

Old Mao's unscrupulous voice sounded through the microphone, still so pretentious, still so unworthy of a beating.

At that time, I imagined that my casserole-sized fist would pass through the microphone, and as the radio waves would be transmitted back to the old cat's office in the Ministry of Internal Affairs of that distant country, a guy would be flattened on his face.

Unfortunately, this is not a fantasy novel. I am not that capable, so I can only hold my nose and make do with it.

"I got some personal goods, are you interested?"

"Ah ha, Sergeant Chen, you are much more efficient than our average agents here. You might as well think about it and just work under me."

Sorry, I have no intention of being the little brother of the old cat.

"Speaking of which, last time it was poison gas bombs, and last time it was war records. What is it this time?"

"missile."

"Oh, what did I think? Sergeant Chen, the mecha Republic Army can't do it, but we are definitely experts at playing with missiles. If you look up the information, you will know how many results the Republic Army won in the missile war in the old century. It's not me.

Attacking you, missiles are really not that interesting to us."

When I heard this, I was discouraged. It turned out that I was still a country bumpkin. At that time, I was depressed and wanted to set a fire to burn all these unsightly bullets.

The conversation seemed to have come to an end, but the old cat still asked casually:

"By the way, what kind of missile is it?"

I was already ready to cut off the communication, so I replied listlessly:

"Four JAGMs, two Sidewinder Vs, two each of RVV-10 and RVV-30."

I felt a cold sound coming from the other end of the phone, and then there was a purring sound like a toilet flushing, and then the old cat ran away.

"Holy shit, you guys are so amazing. These are just small-scale installations. Our people haven't even gotten all the data. Now you've even got the physical objects. Hey, are you sure you are

Not blind?"

I said you are blind, and your whole family is blind. Do you want me to say a word, or do you want me to put it in a gun and kill it immediately?

"Nonsense, of course, I'll bring it back to you and you'll be the one to count."

The sound of the old cat's footsteps walking around excitedly came from the other end of the phone.

"Well, speaking of which, I don't have any means of transportation here. It's up to you to move it back."

I was afraid that the old cat would also entrust me with the task of packing the porters, which would make me the biggest enemy, so I quickly shirk all the responsibilities in this regard.
Chapter completed!