() In the end, this messy air battle ended with an emergency landing in which I left all the fuselages behind.

The process was nonsense, the result was tragic, and the losses were heavy. With the overall advantage of the energy and quantity of the body, only the results of injuring two powerful mechas were achieved. However, our side paid two serious injuries (I beaten), and two unexpected losses (when attacking, it hit the dome steel beam, and its head was seriously damaged).

Although it forced [Tubolev] to give up his mission and also greatly boosted the morale of the rebels who had been blown up like an ostrich, the whole battle exposed a certain yin-scheming flavor...

"Hey, what's going on with these two guys? What kind of jingrui masters are even worse than parallel products. What corner of the earth did you dig out these live treasures?!"

The first thing I did when I jumped off [Garland] was to hang up the phone to Asimov, who was in charge of this matter. I felt that I was in a terrible mood. Anyone who was chased and bitten by a group of mad dogs would be in a bad mood.

Poor organizational coordination, serious lack of tactical literacy, extremely low accuracy of shed attacks, and confusing identification of enemies and enemies... Almost all the problems that can be found are concentrated. What are these weird things?

On the other end of the PCP, Asimov's tone was very awkward:

"Well, don't worry, these people are indeed students from the regular military academies of the Alliance Army. They are all first-class in their daily scores, training scores, and paper grades, but... just..."

“No practical experience.”

I resisted the feeling of finding someone to beat me up and said it outright.

No wonder there is such a heavy sense of incongruity in front and back. It is very professional when doing maintenance and debugging on the ground, and it is completely messy as soon as it enters actual combat.

"I'll go, how much do you like playing junk stocks... OK, except me, we are fighting with the most powerful army in the world now. Are you looking for these rookies to fight or give heads to the treaty army?"

When I heard my complaint, Asimov spoke in a tone like a dead father:

"Please, brother, you think I like it. I'm at a loss. The experienced veteran who retired from the army has long been divided up by a three other old offices. The ground is tight. My newly established one has no one to buy one and two to buy one, and I have no foundation. It's like a leather goods, so I can only find people everywhere to make do with it."

"Forget it, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, I will use my experience. These people will not interfere with their machines."

I finished talking casually and prepared to communicate.

"That, it seems that you really can't let go."

Asimov said hesitantly.

"What's the meaning?"

"Because the rebels are willing to accept this group of people, largely because I told them... it was recommended by you."

………………………….

I'll go, my gun, by the way, I don't have a gun yet, hurry up and take the knife of the labor capital. The labor capital is going to kill people!!!!

"Please, Brother Chen, I must help me this time. When I get promoted and get bonuses, I will guarantee you the greatest discount if you eat, drink, bet, and draw..."

Before he could finish speaking, I died in anger.

I was played with by this businessman again. I am indeed destined to be a villain in my life.

I will be furious when I put down my PCP. To be precise, I am so popular that I am going to share the same fate with these two guys. But I don’t have the majesty of Korninov and the pervert of wild boars. How should I lead this self-righteous and messy team?

Looking at the crowd of mecha soldiers who were enthusiastic and cheering and then landing, and the group of Dexing, who waved to everyone with pride, I felt amused and crying.

After the vanity was satisfied, the first thing these people did was to go to the command center to report the results. I was not interested in checking the results on the same stage with them, so I waited for about ten minutes before going there.

As a result, Hubert, who was in charge of registration, was stunned:

"What? Why did you also injured one? A total of four mechas came to the air strike?"

"What?"

"What, no one else told you?"

"say what?"

I talked with Hubert Chicken and Duck for a long time before I could figure out the situation.

According to my observation, I only got one of the injuries in this battle. Although the other aircraft almost ran out of ammunition, there was no record or screenshot of the photo gun that damaged the enemy aircraft. I don’t know which planet they chased and threw the ammunition to.

Later I learned that these rookies were basically junior students of the Allied Army military academy. They only received basic flight training and ground strike training. They could not hit the target in advance in air combat, and they could not look at the radar system. No wonder so many fuselages attacked in turn, and they didn't even get a little bit of the hair from [Tubolev].

However, after such a chaotic war, they reported that the result was that four [Tubolev] were injured, including one of which was an uncertain fall!

Note that it is "they", not "we".

So when I figured out the situation, even my results were taken care of by them without any hesitation. The ability to steal the heads was amazing. So Hubert believed it and offered them a reward of 2,500 horses on the spot (the price of the injured mecha had risen to more than 600 horses). Everyone cheered and welcomed the victory.

As for my thoughts - when will I still be with these damn idiots?

"Sorry, the budget I can approve is a bit tight. Why don't you find the group leader to make up for this matter?"

Hubert said awkwardly.

"Forget it, young people always have to look at the benefits of counting the results of the battle. I don't care."

I couldn't say anything about these guys under my name, so I had to pretend to be relaxed and suck my teeth and swallow them into my stomach.

It turns out that I still underestimated the joy of middle-aged and second-year young people.

Almost three days later, except for the ocean-going combat ships at sea, who also used naval guns to "visit" as usual, the air mechas of the Treaty Army never came again. For the rebels who were bombed, it was a rare and comfortable time. With the efforts of the mechanics, the damaged body was quickly repaired, and in addition to the mechas and tank armored vehicles, living people were slowly moving around on the street.

Unfortunately, the good omen lasted for less than four hours and was interrupted by the notes of Buhe Crab. To be precise, the situation came from the mecha soldiers. At about dinner, the following rumors began to spread from the mecha soldiers:

"It's nothing great about 'Gray Se Smile'. We're fighting all day long."

"I don't know where my eyes look. My body was damaged. I could have had two more aircraft."

"That's right, I'm just sick when I let the good enemy not fight, and I'm still fighting with us."

"It's so useless. It's just a name that's all about it, it's a hindrance."

“….”

A group of people chattered like rapping sparrows, and rolled their eyes at me one by one.

Haha, OK, I admit that I'm finally completely annoyed after enduring it.

"Bang"

My spoon knocked the aluminum plate in a deep pit. The people in the cafeteria were shocked and looked at me in unison. No need to look at me. Thank me quickly. You don’t know how much effort it took to stop me from beating your head out of the pit.

I was very satisfied with the atmosphere, so I casually talked about rubbing the soup on the back of my hands, calmly, or pretending to be calm and stood up and announced something:

"Because of the restrictions of the command system, the normal mecha formation cannot be carried out, and combat efficiency is preferred, so I decided that from tomorrow, all aircraft can take off and land and intercept the target according to the situation, and it will be completed."

I glanced around with my eyes squintedly. I didn't know what I was using at that time. Anyway, which one I scanned, and which one was like being aimed at by a gun, lowered my head and ate. No one made a sound for a long time.

"Okay, since there is no objection, it will be decided tomorrow."

I put my hands in my trouser pockets and turned around and walked out of the cafeteria. I heard someone muttering in a low voice:

"Tsk, what are you pulling?"

But when I was staring at that position, the voice became silent again.

The nights in the north are very cold, the night sky in the north are very clear, and the nights in the north are very beautiful. I looked up at the silky night sky with stars pendant, and felt like I was standing in a palace with an extremely tall and magnificent base based on the sky, and then let my mind relax in an instant. I sucked the sea breeze slightly mixed with the smell of gunpowder into my lungs, and then let out a long breath of white air.

As the feeling of depression dissipated, the feeling of loneliness was like an invisible giant hand holding me firmly, making me almost breathless. I felt both annoyed and irritable. There were tens of thousands of soldiers and mercenaries around me, but no one could talk to me, no one could communicate, and even if I wanted to borrow two yuan of change, I couldn't find anyone!

I suddenly wanted to go back to the teaching team to fight. At least they were all my brothers there, and at least everyone could get along happily, unlike now, who were bastards at first sight.

The wind flashed in my ear, and then I felt something pat my shoulder and make a "splash". I turned my head and saw that it was a big deal, and behind the bill was the scary face of Lao Lang. If I hadn't been a strong nerve, I would have fainted.

"Sorry, the omission of the morning record statistics was our work fault."

I smiled and said it was okay. You always wanted to keep a note for me. It would be fine if you forget it. Your financial situation is also relatively tense, and the extra expenses exceeded too much. Everyone was not good-looking.

When Lao Lang heard what I said, he took the money back.

"Is it really okay for you to do this? Even if someone below doesn't accept you, you don't have to abandon everyone."

“It is always good to learn some lessons when people are young.”

I shrugged indifferently, while Lao Lang frowned and obviously couldn't understand it. Fortunately, he didn't ask much.
Chapter completed!