"Good day, old Mai." McTavish took a sip of his coffee, which was a little sweeter, and he couldn't add so much sucrose next time. "Take it, your coffee." McTavish laid a mug on the side of the small round table and glanced at the radar screen. "I suggest you put a little salt." Sure enough, the radar hand took a sip and exaggeratedly clutched his throat and said, "Did you sprinkle a soak of cat urine into it?" ”

"you." McTavish picked up the magazine on the side and shook off the radar monitor's stupid brain, pulled over the swivel chair and sat down, stirring the spoon It is estimated that the coffee beans are not ground well, and it seems that the Gold Coast is too rich, Harrisburg has abundant stocks, the first choice is due to the foresight of the Alliance Army before the war, and the second is the tribute of various war knights, especially the dragon and demon knights stationed on the Columbus front line cut off the main road of Interstate 77 leading to Steel City in the Black Mountain Free Zone, and a large number of caravan goods were looted, It was shipped back to Harrisburg with the coffee beans.

Looks like the Charleston Heads are going to be rebuilt, McTarvis thought. Some time ago, the Dragon Demon Knight was the most ruthless and the hardest, otherwise where would Charleston get this newly promoted war knight with little qualifications, the gunfire knight and the redemption knight were very greedy, and Colonel Hildegard was also very troublesome for a while because the gunfire knight failed to march to the south, but it completely hammered the scandal between her and the gunfire knight Ludendorff.

Thinking of the female colonel's respectful face, McTavish felt disgusted, I heard that the Gunfire Knight was also a great man, tall and broad, McTavish glanced at the Gunfire Knight from a distance at the headquarters award ceremony, although in the interior of Harrisburg Old Shelter purebloods, it is still ugly and vulgar, but in the outside world, the facial features can be regarded as handsome without tumors. Maybe the knight didn't have the fat ...... from the female colonel

"Is there anything unusual?" McTavish asked, it was too sweet to be, so I put a spoonful, it must have been concentrated cane sugar. He thought. "Has there been any change?" Bao asked rhetorically, a green line on the screen circled in a void, occasionally retrieving a few green rays symbolizing friendly forces, which were helicopters on alert in the outer circle, and some of the larger quadcopter tactical drones sometimes caused a little trouble because of the scratched paint.

"There is no best, to be honest, I wish someone would break through the level without opening their eyes, so that there will be a daylight fireworks to watch." McTavish glanced out the window at the anti-aircraft gun emplacements shrouded in wind and snow, it was not a sparse high-level dual-purpose machine gun in a neutral city-state, but a serious 37MM Bofors machine gun, and this was just the basis of the Harrisburg air defense fire network, more quadruple M2HB machine gun nests,、、 88MM anti-aircraft heavy guns, Patriot missile vertical firing positions, carefully set close defense guns, whenever the searchlight was turned on during night operations, the demon bird flock would attack like a kamikaze, Then the next day, the big guys had to pick their teeth and endure the smell of ammonia to eat bird meat. There are thousands of demons buried in the pit at the back, and in a sense, Harrisburg has made a great contribution to the living environment.

With a kick of his hands, Radar kicked off his original position, and carried him to the landline by the door in a wheelchair. "This is the Vandenauer radar post, is it a service station? Ah, yes, it's me ......" The radarman gestured at McTavish, coughed, and flickered, "Colonel Hildegard is going to the ground checkpoint in a moment, tell the cook, send to each radar post."

Entertainment, what! Private! What's your name! Get your name in! I'll call the colonel to confirm that there is actually a private questioning the technical officer's report! ”

The radar hand forced a smile and flipped the microphone over, and the muttering of the private at the service station could be heard. "You're bullying the people at the service station again, and they're going to have to pay out of their own pockets to make up for the shortfall." McTavish picked up the nut cheese on the side of the small round table and threw it into his mouth, even though he was half a level higher than the radar player Bao, he didn't bother to use authority to suppress such a good thing.

"Come on! We just get a share of the supplies that we are greedy for every day from the service station, my God, you also know that the dead pig of the order chief, who eats on quotas, can eat like that? As soon as the radar hand pressed a button on the console, a song full of exotic ...... jumped out.

"Where did you get the saucers?" McTavish listened intently to this strange piece of music that was not wasteland metal punk, not a Vault symphony, similar to rock 'n' roll, but mixed with exotic female voices and recitations. The head of the radar hand shook like a drum, and the round face of the good end was stretched into a donkey face, and the upper body followed the beat to the left and right. "O thrift market, I got it from a stall in Versailles yesterday after work, it seems to be the theme song of some famous movie before the war."

McTavish glanced at the CD player with a bright red V on the cover, shrugged his nose and said, "This kind of tune is forbidden when you hear it, and if someone reports you, you'll be done." ”

"Please." The radar hand simply danced the water snake dance, "The ghost will come here, the group of mentally retarded people at the service station will not arrive in half an hour, this is called remix, BKAB, called the little bourgeois style of the pre-war people, free, fair, and beautiful women!" Come on, Mike, relax, you don't want to listen to Colonel Hildegard's wolf howl. ”

"Jump on your own, I like Chopin more." Mike figured out to himself that he had paid a lot of money for the Walkman, but the piano music couldn't stop the hipsters. "Mondigo!" Radar roared in the depths.

"Next time I'm going to apply for a more reliable colleague............ this is the end of reducing compulsory education," McTavish sighed, Marshal Sutler issued a new decree to reduce the education level of the descendants of the mixed-race shelter from twelve years of compulsory education from seven years old to nine years, in order to save increasingly scarce educational resources, and instead gave birth to a new Harrisburg political faction, called the Nine Year School...... Dedicated to the Twelve Year Party.

"Dididi!" The phone rang suddenly. "Mike, take it." The radar hand is dancing his own ballet. McTavish reluctantly walked over to take the phone. "This is the Vandenauer radar outpost...... Be! Captain! ”

"Soldier, what's that sound on you?" Colonel Hildegard on the other end of the line asked, startling McTavish. "Hurry up and turn off the CD, you mad dog!" McTavish picked up the ashtray in his hand and smashed it directly into the head of the deaf radar hand, pointed to the microphone and lip-synched, and roared silently.

"We were overhauling the chassis and it was a bit noisy, sir." Radar turned off the CD player with a lot of urine and couldn't breathe, and McTavish shuddered, praying in his heart that Colonel Hildegard was not guilty of someone who had cheated the entertainer into eating in her name.

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Oh, Van Denner radar station, the command has spotted 16 unidentified aircraft within your range, please confirm. Colonel Hildegard, who was standing in the air defense command in the Harrisburg underground shelter at the moment, said that on the holographic screen in front of her, a large number of red dots appeared and disappeared, seemingly a team of demon birds circling.

"Go see, idiot." McTavish poked his fingers at the screen, and the radar hand crawled to check the radar screen, and there was nothing left, it was the scanning green line. "Nothing." Radar hand with a belt in his hand.

"Everything is fine at the Vandanna post, no suspicious signs have been found, sir." McTavish reported. "Are you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure, sir."

The phone hung up, and McTavish grabbed the CD player directly, smashed it on the radar hand elm brain, and yelled: "We were almost killed by you!" It's Colonel Hildegard! If she had known that we had deserted while we were on duty, or that we were listening to forbidden songs, she would have skinned me alive! ”

Colonel Hildegard didn't know that she had ruined a CD player, a CD that had only been replaced with two packets of instant ground coffee, with a phone call, but her attention was focused on something far more important than the CD player.

"Ma'am, two hours ago, we started to receive radar reflections, and there were feedback from the northwest, due north, and due west." The technician pulled the printer's radar-band printer paper, and the female colonel raised a willow eyebrow. "A flock of migrating demon birds?"

"I think so, ma'am."

"Call the Nome radar post, and I'm going to make sure if it's a demon bird or a fighter." The Colonel took the other microphone, and the folds of flesh trembled as the old woman spoke. "Connect the Nome radar post."

After the beep. "The command has checked for signal anomalies in your defense area, whether there is an invasion of enemy aircraft."

"The Nome radar post found no anomalies."

"Reconfirmed?"

"Confirmed, the sky is clear."

Colonel Hildegard made several calls to his subordinate radar station to inquire about the call, and the answers were unanimous. "Ma'am, the wind and snow are very strong, and they can be reduced very low, and the single-engine fixed-wing propeller fighters of Steel City cannot attack in this kind of weather." Her adjutant reminded. "I know, I just feel something isn't right." The female colonel said with her arms crossed. "Bring up the map of the distribution of anti-aircraft artillery."

The sturdy anti-aircraft towers built at the four corners of the base have a total of 16 88mm heavy guns, even if they are directly hit by 500-pound aerial bombs, they will not lose their ability to return fire, and the high-altitude and low-altitude barrage firepower of the echelon construction is enough to destroy any aircraft and flying creatures that invade the airspace of Harrisburg, unless the pre-war "God's Staff" space-based weapon satellite launches tungsten kinetic energy bombs from space.

"Probably the snow melt caused the radar system to misidentify it, and the solar activity was jamming......" Colonel Hildegard muttered to himself. Madam, your meeting with the marshal ...... twenty minutes later" the adjutant attached his ear.

"Well, inform the marshal, I'm on my way." The female colonel walked out of the Harrisburg Air Defense Command.

PS: This easter egg is obvious enough

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