() Base No. 3, where we were originally accommodated, had been bombed to the ground, so we had to temporarily relocate to the nearby No. 1 base, including people and aircraft.

Base No. 1 was built at the end of the old century. At that time, it was said that this place was a fishing company that could not be seen for dozens of kilometers. But now, as urbanization spreads like a plague, the base's guarded area has been surrounded by feasting and feasting, not far away.

There is a busy civilian port right next to it, and inside the base

The settings are also relatively old. For example, the maintenance equipment in the hangar is all manually operated, and there is no intelligence at all, which is very troublesome. To be honest, this is not a good place for a military base. The only advantage is to hold parties.

Eating is very convenient, just turn right when you go out and walk straight for 500 meters.

When we got up from the big bed in the officer's guest house, smelling of alcohol and with bloated heads, we were surprised to find that the domestic Red Star Erguotou was more powerful than vodka. It could even cause visual problems in people after a night's sleep.

, the specific manifestation is that there are obviously only two mechas in the hangar, but in our eyes, there are three.

It's too weird, but you must never tell anyone about it.

So we carried the mercenaries who were still pointing with interest at the edge of the hangar. Some looked for cold water to splash on their faces, some slapped themselves, and some twisted their noses. After all the trouble, we looked at the hangar. Damn it.

It's still Santai, maybe he's suffering from alcohol poisoning.

While we were panicking, Maxine, the papaya, said something that made us collectively vomit blood:

"Hey, what kind of mechas are these three of yours? Why have we never seen them before?"

The fact is that while we were still toasting in the restaurant, the military allocated special funds to buy the Rhodes family's experimental machine [Bellington] for emergency purposes, and combined its combat power into three general-purpose mechas.

, it can be regarded as a half-hearted effort to set up a shelf, at least it can carry out rotation operations with low intensity.

However, as a new mercenary unit, the Viborg Gunners did not have any mechas, and all of them came in at once, resulting in a serious shortage of mechas.

Based on the future situation, the teaching group and the mercenaries have made accurate judgments, that is, the black troops of the Satsuma Army will definitely come to carry out this kind of tentative attack. However, the equipment of the mecha soldiers is seriously insufficient. After the first batch of orders,

Before arriving, it could only be used as a mobile unit like a fire brigade. Fortunately, the universal mecha took into account the combat effectiveness of both types of aircraft. There was no need for troublesome formations by aircraft type (and they couldn't be organized). They only needed to be deployed by both armies.

Only one person can be on combat duty.

What I didn't expect was that when it came to how to allocate these airframes, the two armies turned over the tables and turned over the benches for the first time and started a big fight.

To put it simply, they all hope that they will get two units and the other side will get one as a reserve team.

"Hey, let me tell you what you did. Even though we are still a temporary establishment, I have experienced hundreds of battles, including the Allied Forces and the Resistance Army. Have you heard of the famous 'Grey Smile'?

, he was the one who was brought down by us, do you have the nerve to let us serve as a reserve team?"

Tieniu slapped the table, not caring that the mercenaries and I had black lines on our heads.

"Damn it, what nonsense are you talking about with your eyes open? You have defeated the 'grey smile', and we are still arguing with the 'grey smile'..."

Before he finished speaking, I immediately raised my hand and threw a mineral water bottle at his face, knocking him down with his chair. Thank you, I had to endure it for a long time without throwing my boots over.

This guy frightened the two groups who were still arguing, and they all forgot what they should say next.

"Stop, stop, stop, Dad Chen, what are you doing? Can't you just talk nicely? Mr. Victor, you're fine."

The boss scolded me and quickly helped Hugo up, who was lying on his back.

I rubbed my hands in embarrassment, trying to hit someone in the Viborg shooting team, but accidentally forgot the occasion.

"Haha, it's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it...oh, no, this is actually quite useful."

Hugo laughed along with his face, and the mercenaries quickly waved and patted their shoulders to express that they didn't mind.

I glared at them, which actually clearly stated my attitude. Although the mercenaries were a little unconvinced, under the pressure of my authority, they still obeyed the instructions and showed compromise.

"Then that's it, [Black Falcon] and [Shilka] belong to us, and [Bellington] is given to you for your use."

The distribution of Iron Bull is quite considerate. The Rhodes family mainly provides technical weapons for the Allied forces. Accordingly, their mechas are more in line with the Allied forces' operating habits.

Everyone is basically satisfied with this decision, of course, they are just basically satisfied.

After the meeting ended, I winked at the people from the Viborg Shooting Team. Everyone understood and followed me quietly in several waves to a deserted old facility behind the base. According to a veteran of Base No. 1,

, it should be the office building of the fishing company back then. Of course, it has been abandoned for many years.

In the new century, all meat products and seafood can be produced using various chemical compounds in a petri dish in a very short time, and the cost is only a quarter of that of farmed products in the old century. Although the taste is a bit strange, in this economy

The situation in the era was very bad, but it quickly became popular all over the world. It is estimated that except for the wealthy wealthy people on the earth, there are also those rigid cooks in the hostels of the military divisions. The food fished out of the sea has no market.

I walked around twice and finally chose the meeting address on the second floor of the office building. From here, I could just overlook the situation of the military port of the base.

"Captain, even if we are a visiting army, you can't be so partial. We have fought against the teaching group after all. Our skills are basically the same and our combat experience is similar. Why should they be the main force and we be the substitutes?"

As soon as he stood firm, Hugo began to complain. Since there was no one within a hundred meters, he simply used the old name of the Viborg Shooters United.

"Nonsense, just because you are guest troops, you are biased," I slapped the question back. "If you let the mercenaries hired from outside be the main force, while you watch from the side, you will lose face as a mecha soldier.

Don’t say it’s a half-weight against a half-weight, you still have to cooperate.”

The people in the Viborg Armed Forces were speechless and just shook their heads incomprehensibly. Obviously, it was difficult for these Westerners who followed practical principles to understand this kind of Eastern thinking of "dignity first".

"But captain, we came here because we heard there was a war. We didn't just sit there and grind our pants to get paid."

Maxine complained, and the others nodded.

After a few peaceful days at home, these guys' bellicose tendencies became more and more serious.

"Don't worry, there are only so many people, so many mechas, horizontal and vertical wheels, I will let you go no matter what. During this period, you should first recover your combat skills, so as not to be pulled down as soon as you go up to the sky."

"clear!"

The mercenaries replied energetically, after I explained the important matters, I suddenly thought of another thing.

"By the way, the captain's title should be a title I temporarily borrowed in order to unify the command when I was in Vyborg. You should be considered a du li organization now, and there is no need to recruit me, an outsider, to be the captain."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt that the expressions of these mercenaries were a little strange, as if... they had a popsicle stuck in their mouths.

Finally it was Hitler who spoke.

"Although this is logically correct, before joining the mercenary force, we never thought that one day we would form our own force. We just wanted to make a profit with our own skills and leave. Until you, the captain, showed up, we used our feet to

Use fists and slaps to let us know how bad we are, and also let us know that with our ability, it is impossible to survive alone. Since the formation of the Viborg Shooting Team was born from this, then

You are a well-deserved captain."

The words were spoken so honestly and without any impurities that I almost forgot about my surprise.

To be honest, I beat them to vent my sadistic nature, but I never expected that it would produce such an unexpected result.

"Ahem, since you said that, that's it for the time being." Really not used to being "confessed" so directly, I had to cough and change the topic, "You are here this time introduced by that scumbag Asimov.

Are you here?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Then I would like to ask a personal question...how do you charge?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, and finally Hugo came up and whispered a number into my ear.

I almost had a heart attack - it's nothing more than a robbery.
Chapter completed!