Chapter 72 Trouble binding
()Three [Garands] were quickly found. To be precise, what they found was a pile of wreckage that could no longer be used. It seemed that they had just rushed out of the hangar and when it was most difficult to adjust their posture.
Multiple-stage missile rockets or armored machine gun shells completely covered it and destroyed it in an instant.
Needless to say, the three unlucky mecha soldiers all used plastic bags and shovels to remove bit by bit parts of the cockpit that were almost completely blown to pieces. Seeing this tragic scene, many people vomited again.
Out of "envy" and "concern" for the person who was probably the only one who was unscathed and had the only victory, all kinds of dark rumors began to spread among the crowd.
"It was this guy who led the charge and we were almost blown to death as soon as we went out."
"Damn, it was the same last time. If not for this guy's blind command, I could have captured a few more."
"What a piece of shit Captain, he's just an idiot who only knows how to run around."
Okay, thank you for finally recognizing my position as captain, but why do you make it sound like you have listened to my command?
Of course, the most exciting part is yet to come:
"Why were everyone beaten so badly? Only this guy did nothing. He must have colluded with the Treaty Army and came here specifically to rape us."
Let me go, you are so strong, you can see this.
But for me, these are just minor troubles. The most troublesome thing is that I lost nearly half of the resistance's strength, a total of three aviation mechas. In addition, more than ten mechanics and mecha soldiers died in the bombing.
This directly alarmed all the commanders of the Chasseur Regiment, so as the nominal person in charge, I was honorably called to "consult some questions."
Okay, I admit that I kind of understand the frustration of my junior high school teacher being called by the principal and asked, "Why is your class's grades never improving?"
"Mr. Xiang, although your record of winning one today is very encouraging, what is going on in this situation? If they are what you call elites, I really doubt your vision now."
In the basement, which used to be a wine cellar and is now used as a conference room for the leader of the Chasseur Regiment, a row of sturdy men sat in the darkness caused by poor lighting, puffing on low-quality cigarettes while spitting out words that smelled of smoke and anxiety.
, I stood in the middle of the wine cellar and answered with a calm expression, as taught by old man Polkarev, "When going to a big scene, just pretend you are talking to a row of winter melons."
"Don't worry, that... Captain Bego, these people are all hand-picked by me. Technically speaking, there is absolutely no problem."
I feel like my bullshit skills are comparable to those of Asimov, but actually I'm still a little behind, because that guy can turn black into white, long into short, and even make dead people come alive.
It's okay to crawl around on the ground twice, but when I open my mouth, someone immediately questions me.
"But how do you explain today's loss, Mr. Xiang? Don't say it was an accident. I don't think any accident can cause such serious losses."
"Haha, of course it's not an accident, but it doesn't fall into the category of technical problems."
The other party obviously frowned.
"What does this mean? Is it really because of you..."
"Captain Kirk, your ears are a bit too long."
The old wolf said something coldly, and the guy knew he had made a mistake, so he had to shut up and listen to me.
I pretended not to hear anything. Now that I was at this point, I had no way out, so I had to keep talking.
"It's just that the child is not very obedient after learning a few things. It is necessary to slap his mouth twice to teach him a lesson."
I deliberately chose an ambiguous metaphor, but I believe that everyone here is not stupid and will definitely think in one direction. Sure enough, the person just now picked up what I said immediately.
"You mean...you are cleaning up the house?"
I smiled and didn't say anything, which meant that you just have to be patient.
"Wait a minute, I don't care what mess you have internally. We hired you to fight, not to use precious aid to engage in internal strife."
The captain of the ballistae regiment, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, roared angrily. He had a band of gauze wrapped around his head and was still bleeding. He looked in very bad condition.
"I'm sorry, today's situation is part of my loss, but I believe that the combat effectiveness brought by a complete team is more considerable and necessary. As for the material losses, I believe that your allies can provide them, and the personnel losses of Volga
The company will also do its best to protect it, so you can rest assured.”
Nainai, even before death, I want to drag that guy Asimov into the water with me.
The group leaders whispered among themselves, seeming to be hesitating. After a while, they came to a conclusion:
"Okay, Mr. Xiang, I'll do as you say, but remember, one time is enough. Our material personnel cannot withstand a second blow."
I immediately said there was no problem.
After passing a level, the most troublesome thing was that a group of self-righteous middle-school youths needed to be dealt with. It took a lot of effort for me to resist the violent impulse of hacking to death two of them to show off their power, and ate slowly first.
After lunch, I adjusted my mentality and then walked back to the hangar.
The damaged hangar has been basically cleared out. Some of the eleven or twelve surviving pilots dozed off on their cots due to fatigue, while others looked like they had suffered a mental breakdown, grabbing their hair and burying their heads in pain.
On the knees, there are people who simply look like idiots and sit on the rubble in a daze, and the mechanics can't drive them away no matter how hard they try.
I felt that as soon as I walked in, I was locked by countless vicious gazes that were almost burning. I shrugged my shoulders and returned to my body as if nothing had happened to prepare for inspection, but my shoulders were grabbed fiercely.
"Hey, you must go out with us next time."
The man said in a voice as rough as sand.
What can I say? Anyway, I could only express my feelings in two words at that time - "Haha".
"Please, my skills are very poor, I'm afraid of holding you back, uncle."
I couldn't help but ridicule, the guy's face suddenly turned red and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"Fart, you think we are afraid of you because you are a bit of a three-legged cat. Why is it that everyone is risking their lives, and you are the only one who can easily improve your records and make money."
An angry voice sounded from somewhere in the corner.
This is probably the Western version of the gangster theory of "No one can take advantage of what I can't get."
The mess that I have been talking about till now is all nonsense. The patience I finally accumulated has been stretched to its limit, because I promised to deal with the internal problems immediately, and I also can't afford to waste time. So I just dumped him.
He put his paw on his shoulder while driving, opened the window and spoke directly.
"Come on, the people from Volga Company have spoken to me, and I know your information very clearly."
I coldly threw out a heavy card. When I saw the blood on everyone's faces, I knew that my goal had been achieved by three or four points. If it weren't for the interests, I really wanted to say it in one breath.
Die, let the police kill these annoying things.
"Besides, what if I go out with you? Are you afraid that I might cause an accident or something, take the wrong path that I shouldn't take, and kill someone who shouldn't be killed?"
I sneered and glanced around. The rookies all had no blood on their faces.
After today's battle, they realized that fighting is not a game. Every day is not as joyful as the battle the day before. Every loss must be made up for with blood and human life. But with their current level, they probably won't be able to fly a few times before they are reimbursed.
Moreover, the resistance army is not a regular army. Once it is discovered that it has accepted a dozen parallel imports, the consequences cannot be exaggerated.
"Then...what do you want?"
The guy in front of me spoke, and his tone was half scared and half angry.
"It's very simple. You can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you don't want to do it. Anyone can take command. I won't force you. Anyway, I am a mercenary in Operation Du Li. You can have more, but not more, and you can have less, as you can see.
I can still get some more money by getting rid of you, but at most I have a little trouble with the type of tasks I accept."
In fact, what I said was with confidence. Asimov was not an alarmist. If these guys behave like rubbish, I will have to suffer the consequences. Now I can only scare them first.
Of course, there are other methods of “persuasion”.
The mecha soldiers who came from prestigious Allied military schools looked at each other and didn't say a word for a long time. It was obvious that these rookies who had never seen the world were overwhelmed by the reality that was so cruel that there was no romantic color in the movie. They could feel it at any time.
The threat of being killed by the enemy or one of their own almost scared these unlucky guys to death.
I endured the irritation and waited for a long time, but no one responded.
It probably means default.
Just when I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I was finally done without any danger, a stupid young man suddenly jumped out and shouted:
Chapter completed!