"So, you need to broaden the range of people you trust. After all, my subordinates have fought and gambled with you. It hurts everyone's feelings to always put the teaching team in the first place."

After listening to what I said, Edith lectured me unceremoniously during the PCP section.

I can only smile bitterly.

"Come to think of it, according to the intelligence in my hand, the losses of the Satsuma Army seem to be quite large. One heavy-carrying ship was slightly damaged, and a total of five mechas were lost. Oh, by the way, their gains were also quite large. How can I say this?

Come on, oh, you shot down all the incoming enemy mecha units, what a brilliant result, what do you think of this martyr?"

Edith's tone was mixed with sarcasm, and I held back my laughter as I climbed up the pole.

"Then remember to burn some paper and a g seed for me during the Chinese New Year, otherwise daily life will be quite boring."

"Fuck you."

There was an obvious sound of water spraying over there, and Edith, who had finally finished cleaning up, cursed bitterly.

After finishing the gossip, it’s time to get down to business. I raised a question that concerns me the most at the moment.

"Speaking of when the mechas we ordered will arrive, to be honest, my combat capabilities are a little nervous, and I have begun to resort to buying junk from unscrupulous businessmen to fill the gap."

As I spoke, I took a look at the four heavily covered "cargoes" that had just been brought into the base. People from the teaching regiment and the Vyborg Shooting Wing were surrounding them and getting their hands on them. These were the items that the old cat had transferred from Afghanistan.

Of course, we have already been informed before about the mechas purchased from Simov that the mecha models are all old-style, and the new ones have been snapped up by various small and medium-sized countries. We were too slow to start.

We also wanted old ones, potatoes are also grains, so we took over all the remaining inventory in the hands of profiteers. Of course, the price was 30% higher than brand new ones.

This scene reminds me of the spectacular scene when all mankind was frantically buying up all kinds of daily necessities when rumors of the end of the world spread. Now it’s just a different product.

"The first batch of five mechas will be delivered in fifteen days, and the rest can basically be delivered within three months."

Logically speaking, this speed is relatively fast, but I'm still not very satisfied.

"Hey, can you be more efficient? Life is very tight here."

"If you have the ability, you can make it yourself. I am very busy here in order to catch up with the order," Edith said angrily. In any case, she would get angry when any questions about the strength of the Crassow family were raised. "By the way, this situation is no longer the case.

Calculate…….."

As if she thought of something, she suddenly stopped talking.

"What's that?"

I asked persistently.

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, I will destroy the 'Pisces' side. You guys first find a way to deal with it for these ten days. Don't die."

After giving the instructions, the eldest lady of the Crassow family neatly cut off the communication.

"Hey, Dad Chen, stop talking on the phone and come over here to help."

Tieniu, who was unloading screws with a wrench in his hand, cursed, and I hurriedly carried a toolbox over to help.

The sealing plates, fixing wires, and cloth on the "cargo" were removed one by one, and a machine with a rather Allied style slowly revealed its body. Then the scene was filled with exclamations, but the reason for the exclamation was huge.

Not the same.

The reason for the teaching team is that this mecha looks so familiar. No, we know each other at all. In the past few weeks, we have fought two fierce battles with this mecha, so we will never admit it. This is [Garand]

.

The Viborg Archer Wing was because these [Garands] looked so familiar. No, to be precise, they were the ones they used in Viborg. They had obviously been taken back by the Allied Forces after taking refuge on the ship. No.

I know what happened and fell into the hands of the profiteer again, and was even transferred to a third hand.

This discovery made me tremble with fear. I couldn't help but stare at the other unopened mechas. I thought, damn, it's broken. Will the profiteer bring that mecha as well?

The people in the Vyborg Archer Regiment also became nervous and kept looking into the gaps with their eyes while dismantling them.

Fortunately, after the four mechas were dismantled, we did not see the familiar machine with a smiling face. We all breathed a sigh of relief, which made the people in the teaching group confused.

"Oh, right, spare parts?"

Brother Ya is a shrewd man. After looking at the goods, he suddenly discovered a crucial problem.

Just like parallel-imported mobile phones, smuggled mechas of course have no after-sales service, no unconditional returns within seven days, and not even an invoice, but these don't matter. The most terrible thing is that the mobile phone is broken or dropped, and it needs to be refreshed.

Find a mobile phone to order, but what should we do if these heavy machinery breaks down?

"Oh, don't worry, we are all ready, but because of the rush, things are quite messy, so you may have to sort them out."

As the shipper spoke, he directed his men to unload another large container from the trailer, and instructed to open the electronic lock on the door. The interior space of the container is very large, and it is not a big problem to play a basketball game or set up a dozen tables of mahjong.

, there were a lot of things vaguely piled up in the darkness. Although I couldn’t see the things clearly, I felt it was really messy.

"Don't worry, we are all hard-working people, it doesn't matter if we are a little messy."

Tieniu said nonchalantly.

"Oh, then I'll feel relieved and turn on the light."

The consignor sent a voice message, and a row of voice-activated lights turned on instantly. Only then did we see clearly that what was displayed in front of us was a lot of mechas, or to be more precise, a lot of mecha wreckage.

Those with broken arms, those with half of them missing, those whose entire torsos were exploded, those with n holes poked out by lasers or thermal weapons... In short, there are all kinds of wreckage with various ways of death, and the models are all [Added]

Rand].

"This...this is our accessory."

I stutter a little, and this fact is worse than what I imagined was the worst case scenario.

Not to mention how troublesome it is to find parts and dismantle and screw them together, and who can guarantee that these items removed from the battle-damaged mechas will not have any problems. It would be a tragedy if the chain fell off while flying.

"That's right, you can dismantle them directly from the top if you need them, which saves a lot of effort. Of course, if you have time, it doesn't matter if you dismantle them all and store them for backup."

The consignor said casually, "We almost didn't vomit blood at that time. Damn it, there are seven or eight piles of wreckage here. Besides, except for the Vyborg Shooting Team, the teaching team and general mechanics are completely different."

If you are not familiar with the structure of [Garand], if you really have to do it, it will probably take you a month to dismantle it. Besides, how can we have time to do this now?

"I'll go, this is too inconvenient. Can you just give me the finished product? It's okay to add money."

I complained that the Republican Party was paying the bill anyway, as long as we could get the things.

but……..

"There is no way. As a transitional model, [Garand] does not have many spare parts. Now they have been snapped up by other countries, and these are the only ones left."

The consignor had a scornful expression of "take it if you like it, don't leave it", and at the same time handed over a small notebook with a cargo list attached.

After exchanging helpless glances with everyone, Tieniu had no choice but to sign the acceptance document in depression.

I was wandering around in the container, and suddenly, in the deepest part of the container, I saw a mecha with its arms and legs stretched out helplessly, leaning against the wall of the container, its head lowered feebly.

The armor-piercing bullets made more than a dozen holes in one go, and the white metal frame could be clearly seen through the bullet holes. The deadliest shot hit the fuel tank, opening a hole as big as a pallet, and the leaking oil was a mess.

It sticks to the originally clean paint, making it look a bit messy like an abstract painting.

I was once beaten wildly by Tienniu with similar ammunition. It felt like it must be the 47mm armor-piercing bullet standard of the Treaty Army. It looked the same as mine at that time. Even the cockpit was partially damaged. I don’t know what the driver can do.

He couldn't survive, and even the fuel chamber was penetrated. Fortunately, it was an armor-piercing discarding sabot and did not ignite... Hey, wait, this injury is so personal, how come it is exactly the same as mine at that time.

A feeling of familiarity rushed over me, and I felt a chill coming from the back of my neck. I quickly ran to the mecha's drooped head and looked up, only to be face to face with a sad smiling face.

"It's a gray smile!"

I screamed uncontrollably, attracting others to run here together.

"Oh, even this thing was brought up," Tieniu stood proudly in front of the machine with his hands on his hips, raising his thumbs and pointing back, "This is the biggest guy we have defeated. How about it? I believe it."

, why don’t you take this opportunity to take a photo, I promise it will be cool.”

The foreign friends secretly glanced at me with strange eyes. When I stared back angrily, they immediately raised their heads and held out their chests, resolutely saying that from the perspective of a devout believer, the dead are the most important and they cannot touch the dead casually.

The soul resides, otherwise it would be a very disrespectful thing.
Chapter completed!