At the temporary base of the 2nd Brigade, the task of intelligence handover was completed, and Rohr was also taken away by the gendarmes of the Ministry of Censorship. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The rest of the info team was all killed, and Rohr was invited to tea anyway, but with Barrett and Lowe's information records to testify, he should not be judged as a prisoner. Just go through the process, and it should be back to the original unit soon.

Sitting in the transport vehicle of the fixed liaison convoy, Barrett casually pulled down a leaf and put it in his mouth. Looking at the towering Cyclops Fortress on the ridge in the distance, Barrett felt a little uneasy. Every time I look at the fortress from the west, I always feel that there is something hidden there. Looking back at Lowe, nothing had changed, and Lo was still rubbing his gun. It's like it will rust if you don't wipe the gun for a while.

Reach out and click on the battle map to zoom in to the west of the fortress. These maps were made by space-based reconnaissance planes in conjunction with the terrain scanning system, and the degree of restoration is quite high. It's a pity that after watching it for a long time, Barrett didn't see anything wrong, and asked casually: "Na, if there is something there that makes you feel dangerous, what do you think it will be?" ”

"Danger? Vibratory Destroyer? Lowe looked up at the fortress following Barrett's line of sight, didn't feel anything strange, and leaned his rifle against his feet.

“。。。。。。。 It's possible what you're saying. But I always felt that something more concrete. "Up to now, it seems that no fortress has exploded a big firework as soon as it saw that it could not be defended. After all, this is their own planet. Barrett quickly crossed the possibility out of his mind.

"Concrete? I don't understand what it's like. Warcraft? Lo stretched and looked at the support AS-----tailor-3H in front of him, which was held in place by a thick wire rope and a clamp (qia) plate. The head of this mech has basically been scrapped, but most of it is still intact and is being transported to the Mishan to be repaired using the assembly and maintenance platform there. Only seven of the support AS of the 2nd Brigade are now operational, and the others are either scrapped or in a state of pending repair. The anti-aircraft missile module in the back has already been dismantled. Luo reached out and touched the big guy's external armor, a cold feeling. "Would you drive this? Does the name mean tailor? Lowe asked.

"It's also possible for Warcraft, it's really strange, the second team fought all day, and it only encountered five times." Barrett looked at the mecha when he heard this: "Tyro-tailor-3H type, the second generation of support mechas, old thing." I heard that the new machine is only half the size of it. Well, the name actually just refers to a special customization. Tailor? That's right, tailors don't just make clothes? With that, Barrett grabbed the outer armor of the mech and jumped on.

Squatting on the mech, Barrett pulled a cable from his tactical watch, found the mech's external detection plate, flipped it over and inserted it into the jack. The mecha's information appeared in his information system, the big guy's left leg and head were in a crimson state, and there were several places where they were red, proving that these places were damaged. "Me, go up to the manned harvester, go down to the spacecraft, pinch!" As he spoke, Barrett squinted at Lowe and smiled evilly.

Looking at Barrett's proud appearance, Luo was a little speechless, this thing has been together for a long time, you know, she looks burly and domineering on the outside, and she looks like the virtue of the protagonist. Actually, the comic is to death. Don't say you can know? Such a guy squatting on a mecha and smoking is actually a graduate of the First Naval Academy, and I heard that his grades are still among the best! It's just that I don't know why I tossed and turned a few laps, and the runway army came, and it took six years to do it. "Get on the manned harvester? I don't lie to me if I read less, and fools know which one is harder. ”

"Haha, this is what you don't understand, the current spacecraft are all autopiloted, and you can drive a donkey. In contrast, in order to prevent ordinary farmers from being idle enough to have time to think about other things, the manned harvester has not been changed to automation until now. Planting efficiency? Compared to the current national territory, there is too much land that no one has planted! Barrett flew the cigarette fart, and a little spark hit the front baffle of the transporter behind him, exploding a little spark and disappearing into the billowing smoke.

“。。。。。。。” Luo scratched his head, the thoughts of these politicians, they don't understand much about the soldiers who have little culture. As long as you can fight. When I reach the military age of retirement, I go back to my hometown to find a mother-in-law, whether it is an aborigine, a new immigrant, or even a mixed-race child. Have a litter of silly boys! Drink and brag, and the rest of your life will pass. What political struggles, what intrigues. That's all far away, and it has nothing to do with the common people.

Sou~~~! Overhead, a silver-gray fighter was passing by, and it was precisely because of its escort that the convoy was generally not harassed by ground fire, and there were many hidden sentinels in ambush in the mountains and forests near here. The importance of transportation lines is still very high.

"It's the F2 team, but I don't know who it is. Lowe looked up at the AX-9 Intra-Atmosphere Air Dominance Fighter. Seeing them, it proves that they are not far from the Mishan.

At this moment, Barrett felt a little uncomfortable, as if someone was looking at him, turned his head to look in that direction, and remembered correctly, this morning's magic cannon was in that direction, did anyone find their bodies? But how did you see it from such a distance? Although I don't understand, there are many things that the Nala people can't explain. His heart sank, and it seemed that something was eyeing them. There's no way, the soldiers are coming to block, let's see the move.

"Sir, you're about to enter the Forward Camp, so you can get off the mech first." The co-pilot's escort poked his head out of the car and shouted at Barrett.

Barrett was stunned for a moment, and when he looked for it again, that feeling was gone. Surely it wasn't a delusion, and Barrett was quite confident in his instincts, after all, it had saved him several times over the years. "Got it." He jumped out of the mech and watched as the automatic doors slowly opened in the distance, and the transporter began to slow down.

"How about a drink later? I'm going to get some good old wine and come back. Barrett said, "? To put it bluntly, he went to Madur to cheat back, and the entire Mishan, who would dare to hide good wine except him? The bars were full of bargains for GIs, and some of them didn't even have a rough strainer. Drink it in the mouth and throat.

"Aren't you going to see the recruits? I'm going to hand in the report first. Lowe said. Then the soldiers will be divided into two ways, you go and see how the Iron Hand is doing, and I will hand in the report. See you at the bar then. Barrett threw the problem to Lowe, and he could hide as much as he could, and it would be nice to train for the first time without a joke. Teach people this kind of work, let him go.

Reaching out to pat Lowe on the back, Barrett jumped out of the transport, and Moore, who had been waiting for him, came up to meet him。。。。。