The battle of DT2 has been going on for more than an hour, and as the front-line combatants, the iron ball pilots are already mentally exhausted. www.biquge.info In this battlefield full of artillery fire, they can die at any time without cover, which is a high-intensity torture. After traveling a hundred miles and half a ninety, many newcomers could not survive this level, reacted slowly and were shot down, and have since become wrecks in endless space.

"Ten minutes later, the boys cheer up! Hold on and it's over! "The long machine sends out a timely reminder.

Fengyu was also very tired, and even felt that the starry sky in front of him was a little blurry, white, orange, blue, green...... The colors are intertwined, like a bizarre dream, making people drowsy. He temporarily left the shooting trigger with his left hand and twisted it on his thigh, the pain quickly allowing him to refocus.

At this time, he found that the blue iron balls of the UAC Federation were not in good condition, a considerable number had been knocked down, the airspace of the battlefield had become much sparse, and the rest had become less flexible than before. Several Hercules-class troop carriers interspersed from the UAC Federation warship group and approached the front line. Then, like fireworks, thousands of blue iron balls were ejected from the troop carriers.

The UAC Federation is one step ahead of the curve in implementing rotation.

After a slight adjustment, the newly emerged army of blue iron balls pressed towards the front line, while Fengyu's previous opponents were pardoned, pouring fire frantically with their remaining energy while slowly retreating.

Behind Fengyu, the Lanthanide-class troop carriers of the New Asian Republic have just come out, ready to put in reserve.

It has to be said that the UAC Federation pays more attention to the lives of soldiers, and they will not squeeze the energy of mobile suit pilots to the limit.

The long plane came with new instructions, "This is the time!" Lads, press on! Hit me hard! ”

Like the ebb and flow of the tide, the blue waves receded, the green waves surged up, and countless white light eggs were like waves.

The recruits of the UAC Federation were a little flustered, and no one wanted to be knocked down when retreating, so they finally managed to hold out for an hour and a half, and how unlucky it was to die at the last moment. As a result, some people forget the warnings in the tactical manual, ignore the left and right movement evasion, accelerate and retreat in a straight line, and want to get out of the battlefield earlier.

Fengyu has such a goal in front of him.

Lock!

Shoot!

"Boom!"

Down!

Looking at the enemy that disappeared in front of him, it was replaced by a blue iron ball fragment that swirled and flew into the depths of the starry sky, and the red flesh fragments quickly disintegrated into blood mist and flesh foam in the vacuum that lost pressure, like fireworks blooming under the light of the DT2 star, which represented the disappearance of a life and the absence of bones.

Fengyu, who had completed the fall, was so excited that his blood surged, his delicate face turned red, his black and clear eyes shone like stars in the deep sky, and his originally somewhat sluggish spirit also cheered up a lot, but he didn't care about his feelings, the reserve forces of the UAC Federation had been pressed, and it was time for him to retreat.

After the new Asian army played a beautiful wave of pursuit, it took advantage of the opponent's brief confusion and successfully completed the rotation. In the airspace between the two armies, thousands of iron balls were left there, suspended in space, or slowly drifting away into the endless deep space with their original inertia, becoming space junk.

Until this time, seeing that the iron balls waiting to be recovered were nearly thirty percent less than when he first set off, Feng Yu couldn't help but feel afraid. Due to the high degree of simulation of the simulator used for training, the previous battle made him feel a little unrealistic, and even when the iron ball was hit, he did not feel frightened by it, but felt the same as being hit countless times on the simulator before.

At this moment, through the intuitive loss, he felt the tremor of brushing shoulders with death. At this time, a particle beam bullet that flew from time to time from the battlefield in front of him made him a little frightened.

Ten minutes later, Feng Yu, who was successfully recovered by the Lanthane-15 troop carrier, finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsed in the iron ball and didn't want to move, allowing the towing device to pull his car back to the maintenance cabin. It wasn't until someone knocked on the door of the iron ball outside that he reluctantly opened the hatch and got out.

"Lucky boy!" Floating outside was a non-commissioned officer in his fifties, with a simple face with the vicissitudes of time, and according to his attire, it could be seen that he was a mobile suit rearmament soldier, and handed over a portable scanner.

Feng Yu stretched out his left arm, took off his airtight gloves, and revealed a bracelet-like device on his wrist, which was a battlefield recorder, for the non-commissioned officer in front of him to scan.

"Knock down one!" The non-commissioned officer looked at the data displayed on the scanner and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Nice young man, you have a win the first time you go to the battlefield." ”

There are a lot of injustices in this world, and if you have to find one thing that is absolutely fair, it is the battlefield recorder. This thing faithfully records all the performances of the soldiers on the battlefield. Therefore, the soldiers of this era do not need to worry about being taken advantage of.

Feng Yu tried to show a smile to the other party, but he was really tired, and he was so engrossed in fighting for nearly two hours that he just wanted to fall asleep now.

"I know you're tired, but it looks like you're going to have to work a little harder now." The non-commissioned officer supported him, and with a light touch on the iron ball shell on his toes, the two of them floated towards the "ground".

Inside the Lanthanide-class troop carriers, most of the place is weightless, only the bridge and sleeping bay have centrifugal force. The reason why there is still a "ground" is mainly to facilitate the distinction between the upper and lower.

The non-commissioned officer pointed to the passage on the side of the maintenance cabin, "Follow this passage, you will find the logistics department, if you don't know the way, the battlefield recorder will give you instructions." You've been promoted, and you'll have to go there to update your military status, including treatment, of course. ”

Seeing that Feng Yu was about to speak and stopped, the non-commissioned officer added, "Although there is no such strict time limit for this matter, believe me, it will not hurt you to go early, at least it is more important than sleeping." ”

Feeling the kindness of the other party, Fengyu nodded, kicked his feet, and the person flew into the passage lightly.

Logistics is easy to find. After all, the Lannan-class troop carriers are carrying 500 mobile suits of various types, and the crew includes the crew of the battleship, the mobile suit pilot, and the logistics personnel of more than 800 people. Along the way, you can see the busy repositories coming and going with a large amount of maintenance equipment, and when the drivers are resting, it happens to be the busiest time for the repositories, and they must prepare for the next battle of the mobile suit.

Walking down the passage, I came to the logistics department after a while.

The person in charge of the management of military registration information is a lieutenant, a middle-aged woman. After she finished scanning the battlefield recorder, she looked at Fengyu while looking at the data. "Fengyu. Lanthanum, rank: private; Military Position: Mobile Suit Ball Pilot; Appearances: 1 time; Number of falls: 1. ”

"Lanthanum astronauts, right?" The lieutenant glanced at Fengyu's aqua blue hair, which was smooth and smooth with a little wave-like texture, like ocean waves. That's not a problem for her. On the one hand, the word "lanthanum" in the suffix of Fengyu's name itself represents his origin; On the other hand, the children born in the Lanthanum satellite space city in the Tianjing star field of the new Asian galaxy will have blue hair due to various reasons such as space radiation, which is the best proof of this.

She didn't intend for Fengyu to answer, and said to herself, "It's worthy of being a child born in space, born to be a mobile suit pilot, and there was a crash in the first battle." Congratulations, you've been promoted to the rank of Private. ”

Speaking of this, the female lieutenant turned around and went to the material box behind her to get something, and Fengyu also took the opportunity to look at the logistics office in front of her.

As in the rest of the battleship, the space here is not large, and the utilization rate is high. With the exception of the door side and the "ground", the other four walls were filled with beehive-like supply boxes, and the lieutenant's desk and chair were fixed to the ground so that they would not float around in weightlessness. If someone with a phobia of density or claustrophobia comes to this room, it will be very painful.

Of course, there is no such thing as an inch of land in space, and naturally it is not to make space so small in order to save money. It's just that the bigger the battleship, the better, the kind of battleship in film and television works that is often thousands of meters away is used for visual effects, and it is a pit if it really goes to the battlefield. A real warship must take into account the enemy's attack, and the larger the target, the easier it is to be beaten, so the internal space is compressed as much as possible, and there will never be a huge space created to show its magnificence.

In the words of the captains, "Every cubic meter of space wasted in your battleship means that you will have to be attacked by one more particle beam cannon on the battlefield, so save it!" ”

After taking a general look at her surroundings, the female lieutenant also found what she was looking for. The first is a set of epaulettes and armbands representing the rank of a senior private, with a black background, and a shield with two particle beam rifles crossed by each other. Then there's a palm-sized embedded chip in a vacuum-packed transparent envelope.

With the help of the lieutenant, Feng Yu swapped the private rank badge, which only had one particle beam rifle, for the rank of superior, and then looked at the chip curiously.

The lieutenant didn't give him the thing right away, but confessed, "This chip, you must hand it over to the maintenance officer in charge of your mobile suit as soon as possible, remember to remember, if you lose it or break it, it will be gone, and you will not be given a second piece." ”