The rest of the week is basically a repetition of today, the morning is all physical training, the afternoon is also physical training, and another hour is left for us to practice shooting.

The reason why so much physical training is arranged is not only to strengthen our abilities, but also to train our spirits.

The war in the Rocha system is unprecedentedly fierce, and strong will is more important than expertise. Moreover, we are all army mechanics, auxiliary troops, and there will be a lot of physical work on the battlefield.

It's getting colder these days, and winter has arrived in the southern hemisphere of Mars.

In the last two days, we practiced armor warfare, with metal exoskeleton brackets, thick composite combat suits, and fully enclosed helmets.

This set of equipment weighs more than 100 kilograms, and although there is an exoskeleton brace, it is too heavy and the joints are not so flexible, so we still have to spend a lot of effort to complete the training subject.

Soon it was the last day of the week's special training, on this day we walked back to the camp neatly after shooting the target, we did not need the captain's order, we spontaneously sang a loud military song, the script was very neat.

I found that I enjoyed the discipline and we weren't as embarrassed as we were on the first day, and we were now very fit and healthy after intensive training and daily supplementation.

However, we are still more envious of the mecha tanks that we keep encountering on the road, this kind of big guy is a comprehensive vehicle platform, which can be switched to three modes, and is a representative of the aesthetics of violence.

When we returned to the camp, we saw another group of recruits, exactly like us, looking around nervously and curiously.

We got through all this, at this time we were a little proud to stand here, the instructors had gone to teach the recruits, we lost command for the time being, but we did not lose discipline, everyone sat down neatly and rested in place.

I chatted with Roy, a guy I've known since my first day in the military. Of course, after a few days of devil training, I have a good relationship with the rest of the class.

We have been sitting here to rest, and after a long time we found out that today was actually a half-day vacation for us, but Captain Feng Qiu cruelly did not tell us, let us sit here stupidly, wasting at least two hours of vacation time in vain.

After understanding this, we all went back to the dormitory and rested comfortably in bed. Of course, you can't sleep too ugly, and if you are checked by the officer, maybe the whole class will have no holidays.

We chatted in the dormitory, but soon it became clear that after a long period of devil training, it seemed that we were a little unaccustomed to lying like this. We went out on the balcony together to watch the recruits downstairs tortured to death by the instructors.

The sun on Mars is small and not dazzling, making it feel like it's sunset from morning to night.

The people on Mars are much stronger than us, for example, Ojet is a lot bigger than me, on the one hand, because Mars's gravitational pull is a little smaller, and on the other hand, Mars's conditions are more difficult than on Earth.

Not everyone came to the balcony to bask in the sun, and Sache and Bird were chatting with their families with a virtual tablet.

Originally, we thought that we would only have half a day off, but we didn't expect that the next day we still wouldn't be able to free up manpower to take over us, which actually faintly reflected the decline of the empire.

But for us, an extra day off is something we can't ask for.

Today, the recruits went out for marching exercises, the barracks were much empty, we took tools from the mechanic shop, built a small hovering field, and then we found space suits and played a hearty game of air football.

The reason why we got a day and a half of vacation was because our training syllabus changed, the front line was tight, a large number of equipment was damaged, and now more senior mechanics were needed.

So in the next four days, we focused on learning and practicing the repair of various transport ships, of course, we can't solve the core reactor problem, but it is still no problem to solve some mechanical structure failures, and we also have to learn the repair of some laser cannons on the transport ship, and I found that I have done a particularly good job in this regard.

But the most exciting thing for us was the last day, when we finally got our hands on the mecha tank.

It was a badly damaged mech tank with a lot of craters left by laser cannons, but it was barely functioning.

As the army's highest-level armed vehicle, we still have a lot of reverence for mecha tanks.

Although he is not as good as one ten-thousandth of the starship, the army has not disappeared in the long history, and he has his own reasons.

Anyway, we put a lot of effort into this mecha tank, and it took us a whole day to completely fix it.

The hard work paid off, and the next day when we gathered, Captain Feng Qiu called out my name: "Yi Xid! ”

I stepped out of the ranks, wondering if something was wrong, if I was going to be punished.

Feng Qiu did not punish me, but assigned me a task: "Major Weiss needs a mechanic to accompany him to the Duffy training base, mainly to receive a batch of damaged front-line equipment, you have performed well during this time, this task will be handed over to you."

I saluted Captain Feng Qiu heavily and went to report, this was the first official mission of my military career, although it was only to accompany the commander to receive a batch of damaged equipment.

But out of a dozen or so people in three squads in one platoon, Captain Feng Qiu chose me, which made me very proud, and I walked towards Major Weiss's office, and my steps were so brisk that I even wanted to trot.

Major Weiss was the chief officer of this ordinary training base, he was originally a promising officer, but his regiment suffered heavy losses on the Rocha front last year, he was also seriously wounded, and his entire left leg is now a mechanical prosthesis, so he retired to take charge of recruit training.

He was a very pleasant person, and after meeting me, he didn't have a fight, and briefly asked me how I felt about training these days, and encouraged me. We're on our way.

Perhaps in the eyes of Major Weiss, a few simple words were just a matter of caring for his recruits, but they carried a lot of weight to my ears, after all, I was only the lowest private.

It was with great enthusiasm that I carried out this first official mission, and got into the cockpit of the mecha tank.

The major sat down in the fighting room and motioned for me to go.

In fact, the mecha tank does not need the role of the driver at all in normal times, and the automatic driving can complete this journey without danger. Drivers are needed only when the battlefield is extremely complex.

But Major Weiss asked me to use manual driving mode, and I think he wanted to see the results of my training.

I was a little nervous to switch driving modes and set parameters, but in fact, driving a mecha tank in normal mode is no different from driving a normal hovercar.

But I haven't had an advanced driver's license yet, so I am not qualified to drive such a military vehicle. Fortunately, when I repaired it before, I carefully memorized the internal structure and operation manual of the mecha tank.

Major Weiss could see that I was a little rusty, but he had come to test me, so he didn't mean to point me out.

I felt like he was watching my every move from behind. At the same time, he also asked me some technical questions, and I nervously answered them all.

The major nodded: "Don't be nervous, young man, there are not so many rules when you go to the front line in the future, and surviving is the biggest rule." ”

I didn't know how to answer the Major's question, so I could simply say "yes". Then we didn't speak all the way, and the major looked carefully at the papers in his hand.

After driving for more than two hours, we arrived at the Duffy training base, where I was amazed by the hundreds of mech tanks parked neatly on the school grounds, but most of them were damaged.

After I parked the mech tank and got out of the car with the major, I saluted him and said loudly, "Mission accomplished, sir, please instruct!" ”

He became kind again, walked up and patted me lightly on the shoulder, saying that I was waiting for him here, and he would contact me when I returned, and I could go to the cafeteria at the Tamiflu base to eat first.

I was happy because I could hear the affirmation in his tone. I, the lowest-level mechanic, am getting stronger and stronger bit by bit with my own efforts.