() One month after the attack of the God of the North began, the regular troops of the Confederate Army had basically lost all their losses under the fierce offensive of the Treaty Army. In addition, the large-scale decline of strategic key points further weakened the space for the Confederate Army's activities, so large-scale position wars had basically stopped in the early 20084 Gregorian calendar.

Instead, the local guerrilla qualitative organization "Hunting Corps" quickly became active, and launched a piecemeal "fixed removal" of the various garrisons of the Treaty Army, causing great trouble to the Treaty Army, which was quite the style of the South Asian guerrillas jumping up and down to kill an empire.

But it's just a bit similar.

After all, the Treaty Army is also the only two fully mechanized legions in the world. Both weapons and personnel quality are far from comparable to the local goods of the past. Traditional guerrilla warfare is very difficult, and every attack requires a huge price that is almost the same as the number of enemies annihilated. What's more, the guerrillas do not belong to the regular army and naturally do not fall within the protection scope of the Rineva Convention. Once arrested, they will be paradise without a road in hell, and they will walk together on the road of the underworld.

I regretted it at that time because it was really making money with my life.

Hubert and his party led a dozen people to quickly retreat to safety, where three civil sled cars that had not yet been shut down were parked, equipped with old-fashioned 82mm recoilless cannons and 12.7mm heavy machine guns, which are also commonly used modification methods used by informal armed vehicles to make up for the shortage of armored vehicles.

I thought these people would definitely come and roll onto the car, step on the accelerator, rush away in the snowfield, throw down the gasoline smell, and salute helplessly with the enemy's eyes.

But they surrounded the car and kept the jingling, and there seemed to be no intention of leaving. What kind of play is this?

"Sir, what are we waiting for? It will be a bad thing if the mecha chases you."

I reminded with some anxiety that I don’t think these counterfeit armored vehicles can handle landflipping mechas.

"I know, I know," Hubert looked a little irritated, his face full of wrinkles, "Wait for another five minutes, and wait for another five minutes."

"But you are waiting..."

"You'll know after reading it."

In fact, my question was answered in less than three minutes.

About four or five fully armed young men ran towards this side. The people on the edge of the Arctic Circle were already bloated, and each of them had a rifle and a light rocket launcher component behind them. Even though they were good-looking, they still looked very hard.

But what is a bit eye-catching is that each of them carried three huge linen se woven bags in a group, which seemed to be filled with piles of very heavy things. There were continuous dripping of bright red se liquid from the woven bags, flowing along the track they ran to, looking very eye-catching.

I felt very ominous at that time, and I wouldn't be idiotic to think that it was filled with props and pigments.

"How is it, Mikel?"

Hubert asked with a calm face.

"Half of the people were dead, and only two rocket launchers were snatched out."

The young man who led the lead said breathlessly.

In an instant, I understood what was in the bag - it was a human body torn to pieces by armored machine guns and grenades!

But the reactions of these people were far less than I thought, and they could even be said to be completely different. At most, they just glanced at the woven bags a few times, and didn't even say anything that expressed sadness or anger, just like seeing meat in the sense of the original purpose.

"By the way, the goal..."

The young man suddenly changed his face as if he remembered something

"Yeah, I picked it up."

Hubert shook his eyes at me, and the young man instantly showed an unusually surprised look, as if the whole face was lit up, just like...... Just like in the movie, the big boss was pushing a house to demolish the house and pressing the bomb. The audience suddenly saw Batman or Superman coming, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.

"Baissa; Mikel, the third assault platoon leader."

The young man stretched out his hand at me enthusiastically, and I quickly rubbed my hands and held them.

"that……"

"Okay, wait a moment for us to meet you," Hubert interrupted our meeting you, "Go back to the base first."

The base location of the Vyborg Hunter Regiment is a ironic and tangled place. The sled car drove for three hours before it stopped. Before I could relax my stiff butt, I was immediately sent to the most primitive means of transportation - mules and horses. It took another three hours to travel a long distance. After lunch at the troop station along the way, I changed into a sled, slid down a slope close to a forty-degree angle, and then climbed up a slightly slower slope. I am from the southerner and I have never played this a few times and almost rolled down the slope. It was Mikel and Hubert who held me to protect it from the left and right before I could act.

I went tossed for nearly three hours and arrived at the outside of the base until four o'clock in the afternoon. It was a hillside about ninety meters high. It was covered with layers of cotton wool, extending to the horizon. The pure white snow was dyed with a beautiful golden light under the setting sun, making people almost unable to look away.

Just below the hillside, there is a village with a population of about 500 households. People dressed in simple clothes work in an orderly manner that has lasted for a hundred years, and by chance, it has a northern village style.

But that's just a appearance.

"Optical Camo?"

I noticed that the light shone on some houses and there was an unnatural twist, and immediately realized that there were tricks in these building shells.

"Good eyesight, worthy of being a mecha soldier."

Hubert showed a color of appreciation in his eyes, waved his hand to signal everyone to go down, and asked Mikel to look at me a little, saying that the seemingly flat snow outside the village actually buried many remote sensing automatic cannons and landmines. The mistake in one step was only two options: honeycomb coal and minced meat.

Hearing the sentry at the entrance of the village, the group walked straight into the village. The sentry divided three people and helped them bury the dead in battle without any expression. Hubert took me to an inconspicuous wooden house in the middle of the village.

"Okay, our team leader will go in there."

Hubert reminded him and left to do something else.

I made up my clothes that had been messed up during the long journey, and carefully bent down to grop, and soon pulled off a piece of fabric about the thickness of a blanket from the exterior wall of the "wooden house". A row of wires were followed by, revealing the steel plate hidden below.

It's indeed optical camo.

This is the earliest visual stealth device developed in the new century. It can change its own appearance and appearance through a computer input 3D model to form a masking layer that covers important targets. Although it was very advanced at the time, it also had the defects of laying problems and poor imaging quality. In particular, the latter was simply fatal for such devices, so it was replaced by optical projectors in a very short time.

After a while, I finally touched the door handle hidden in the corner and knocked hard on the thick iron door, for fear that the people inside would not hear it.

"Come in, you don't need to pretend to be civilized people if you are poor and bad."

A dull sound came from inside, and I had to unscrew the door handle awkwardly and walked in.

The room is fully heated, which makes people feel unique. The warm and comfortable floor makes people want to doze off.

Then I saw probably the most vicious person I had ever seen in my life: scar face, triangular eyes, red eyes, big bald head, and muscles that looked like a hill, which could be called a collection of all villain elements. The person lay on a marching table like a giant bear, chewing a plate of roasted pork legs in murderous spirit. I suddenly thought that he would pull out a big pistol later and pointed at me fiercely and asked, "Did you bring it?"

Thankfully, it turns out I'm thinking too much.

“Welcome to sit.”

The villain pointed to the chair opposite him and motioned me to sit down, then opened a bottle of sweet wine and pushed it over.

"Come on a little bit."

Although it looks good, I think it's a bit unreasonable to drink it when I come to the door, so I politely refused.

"No, I don't like drinking too much."

"Drink some, it's the last drink anyway."

The rebel figure said in a low voice, poured me a glass and pushed it over. I was so scared that I was covered in white-haired sweat, because it was too much like drinking a dead head wine.

"I just issued a ban on alcohol recently. The members of the Hunter Corps usually dare to steal a drop of alcohol and jing drinks and all of them are shot. Although you are a foreign mercenary, it is no exception."

Brother, please tell me earlier, I want to scare my dad to death.

So I breathed a sigh of relief, cut a large piece of roasted golden and crispy pork leg meat on the plate and stuffed it into my mouth. I chewed it all over the mouth, so I got some vegetable salad.

"Did you let go so soon? Should I say it is the xing pattern or the demeanor of the mecha soldiers?"

The villain looked at me as deep as depression.

"I just heard the news from the military station. One person fought against two land fighters who didn't dare to move in three or four anti-tank teams. He was quite brave and deserved to be a talented mecha soldier in the teaching regiment."

I almost choked to death with the last sentence, genius mecha soldier, what is the most valuable title in yy novel?

"Wait, are you..."

"I heard from people from the agency that they shot down several mechas for the first time when they went to the battlefield. They were the top scorers in terms of theoretical and cao lessons. Although they do not have the qualifications for formal mecha soldiers, I believe in your potential."

Sweat beads emerged from my forehead, and I immediately realized that Asimov must have played the trick of using inferior products as good as good things. He packaged my parallel goods and threw them as genuine products to the local guerrillas as the heads. Nainai, if he goes back alive, he must be killed.

But the problem is that the villain leader is sitting in front of me and looking at me in a stern manner. There are hundreds of fully armed men outside the door. If they tell the truth, they will probably die ugly.

But at this moment, a bold idea suddenly popped up in my mind.

"Will you still count the salary?"

"Well, everything is based on the contract. The monthly salary is 5,000 horses. The reward for destroying a land fighter mecha is 1,000 horses. The aviation mecha is 2,000 horses, and the damage is 300 horses. Compared with the monthly salary of a non-commissioned officer, this number should not be bad."

I'm a little unhappy. Football teams usually score a thousand horses in one goal, and I only play with one thousand. Are you wrong?

"As you can see, our hunting regiment has a poor position, with almost no large source of income, and each attack is huge, so... please understand."

The villain said in a low voice, I almost wanted to nod, but I suddenly realized that since the beginning, this guy has been talking, I was listening, I don’t like this passive situation very much, so I felt it was necessary to use the little information in my hands to fight back.

"If I remember correctly... there should be a lot of practical information on 'that'."

The villain's eyes lit up slightly, and I immediately realized that there was a door.

"Oh, it's quite well-informed, Sgt.

I smiled and didn't say anything. In fact, I also inferred that conclusion based on the experience of almost being killed by two unknown [Garland]. There are only so many conclusions.

"It is true that the alliance provided assistance, but unfortunately, the supply is given priority to meet the regular army. It would be good if we second-line troops can drink it," the villain seemed to think for a moment, "Okay, another two hundred horses will be added to the fall, and another fifty horses will be added to the injury. This number cannot be more."

I was already very satisfied with the fact that I could get nearly 20% more, and I smiled and said that there was no problem.

"By the way, don't use your original name anymore, that would be very troublesome. Think of a pseudonym yourself."

Before leaving, the villain added.

"Yes, sir."

"You'll call me Laolang, but your name is too long and you probably won't remember it."
Chapter completed!