"Linda."

The god Odin once gouged out an eye and threw it at the Mimir Spring, so that he could gain infinite wisdom. Of course, this is just wishful thinking on the part of the ancestors, but if classical mythology really exists more than this planet, then the lake in the sky here must have been formed by the eyes of the gods, why? God is the manifestation of human will, there is no reason why they should not like beautiful things, if it were me, I would sprinkle my hair in the rainforest to cover the Sahara, and the eternal spring plain would be my face, and my eyes would hang in the sky in order to appreciate my creations forever. White clouds, thunderclouds, meteorites. Astrid thought.

"Linda." The father called her a second time, but Astrid really didn't bother to pay attention, this man was always very stubborn to pass on his "old-fashioned" experience to his daughter, as if he could teach Astrid to be a teacher and an excellent student of the family, what? Medieval knights could draw their swords and duel for the favor of their favorite women, and I defend my own honor, who is in the way of the little bully who bullies the class?

"Linda!" Until her father called her for the third time, gently held her fishing rod, wrapped her in his arms, and said softly: "Thinking about the universe again?" It seems that the constellation Sagittarius is much closer than this lake light years away. Father took Astrid's little hand and wrapped it completely, "Our little princess has always been loving, and she is reluctant to starve the fish of the Sky Lake, and behold, she has sprinkled so much bait that they will eat so much." ”

Her father, who was a good fisherman, had made a floating nest that was already vibrating back and forth, as if a trout had thrown itself into the net the next moment, and Astrid refused to use her father's rod, and she stood up, her face reflected in the mirror-blue surface of the lake, and it was dyed with a hint of gold.

……

Cold, bone-chilling.

The light suddenly swooped into Astrid's eyes, and the cold from the bone marrow directly broke her will, the co-pilot, the "Cute Kitten" T-51 mecha, swept through the imperial Blizzard with the power of a black dragon, and the body actually fell uncontrollably, and her eyes were full of snow, she couldn't defeat nature.

"Watch out, sir." The nurse hurriedly helped Astrid and slowly helped her to sit down, Astrid took a deep breath, and then the feeling of nausea and boredom came up like a tide, and the violent abdominal cramps made her throat twitch, "Wow......" A strong feeling of nausea welled up in her throat, and she covered her lower abdomen and vomited. Her short, white-blonde ear-length hair was glued to a clump of glue, all because the freezer contained her breathing nutrient solution. Even though she was sleeping in the ocean, like a mermaid, she could only curl up helplessly in the nurse's arms like a cat at the moment.

"Normal reaction to waking up from hibernation, sir." The nurse draped Astrid over her naked body, which was only covered by two wraps of soft gauze, and when the discomfort subsided slightly, Astrid noticed that there were not only medical personnel around her, but also several officers in military uniform.

"How long have I been asleep?" Astrid struggled to regain her normal posture, her snow-white cheeks frighteningly black, and in her full lucidity, the males barely managed to cope with one of her arms, so they took advantage of her weakest waking moments to watch jokes? Astrid looked up and took a deep note of the officers' nameplates.

"You slept on December 30, 2056, and it's September 3, 2116, you ......" The officer's every move was full of scripted reading, and Astrid easily read the desire hidden in this person's eyes, after today, the all-metal slut will be wearing a military uniform, and there is no time to wait.

"21,799 days, second lieutenant." Astrid stretched out her arms indifferently, her breastcloth slightly raised, her skin wrinkled unhealthily from being submerged in the water for too long, and the nurse served her to put on her coat. "You, second lieutenant, take off your uniform." Astrid said to another recorder.

"In your awake state...... the recorder hesitated to stop his pencil and said sincerely, until anger grew in Astrid's turquoise eyes. Obey orders, second lieutenant. ”

"Guns!" Astrid put on her two-line uniform, her slender legs supporting her upright, and she went straight into a full uniform, second lieutenant? She has also worked as an ensign, either "do" or "fuck". It's like the T-51 mech's built-in cannon doesn't care who the target is. The recorder presented a matching gun, a Sig Sauer, and Astrid fastened the belt, pulled the sleeve to load, and inserted the holster.

"This time tomorrow, ask me to take your uniform, and as compensation, my gun will be yours."

Astrid glanced at the nurse who was twisting her hair, "If you need to do other tests, lead the way, sixty years later, I have a lot to deal with." ”

"After you have taken care of your business, please report to Your Excellency General, your burden is heavy, sir." The second lieutenant saluted with a large-brimmed hat.

"I see." Astrid returned the salute and strode in the front, and the nurse had to trot to keep up, when suddenly, she stopped, turned back and said flatly, "Good afternoon, second lieutenant." ”

Sixty years after not eating, in the complicated medical examination, Astrid did not feel the slightest hunger, she lay in the medical cabin, the warm steam is easy to make people fall asleep, and Astrid knows that there are often trace amounts of sleep factor in the steam, but she refuses to be tired, she can't accept waking up and falling asleep, sixty years later, the first day of her new era, she will not tolerate meaningless waste of time!

She first thought back to sixty years ago. As an assault arrow for the 1st Mecha Division, she was the first to set foot on Borodino. Compared to Napoleon's crushing victory three hundred years ago, there are countless hollows after the German armored blitzkrieg two hundred years ago. The Third Battle of Smolensk annihilated the last of the Empire's main Praetorian Guards. In the spring, the snow melted, and the Allies were only 125 kilometers away from Mosros.

In the mech's periscope, she saw the Kremlin's dome seven-pointed star, at the end of the suburban intercity track leading to Red Square, along the railroad tracks, where the 1st Mecha Battalion only needed one assault to capture the Emperor. However, she never went further, just like her armored forefathers.

She was furious that the high command had forcibly removed her from her home to participate in some stupid award ceremony, and that she would rather die on the front line of the Kremlin street battles than receive the epaulettes of the colonels stranded with silver thread. When the nuclear bomb exploded, Astrid, a member of the Officers' Seed Project, calmed her agitation and accepted the facts in silence. She was the last and most essential instrument of war of the Allies.

Tools, yes, she can sacrifice the lives of her soldiers for the sake of victory. They were nothing more than symbols, casualty statistics, and of course, in the minds of the marshals, Astrid was at most a valuable tool with some aura. After all, she and the marshals are alumni, and West Point does not produce merciful people.

In sixty years, it seems that the nuclear radiation on the ground should have been reduced a lot, reaching the level of supporting medium and long-range operations, otherwise there would be no need to wake her up. Astrid is a hammer, her job is to smash nails, what else can she do to wake her up? Don't tell the staff that the salary thieves are dead. As a hammer, everything looks like a nail.

"Only with you, Lily Marlene......" Astrid hummed, a distant girlhood who was keen to read the books that girls were supposed to read, chasing the tide of youth. Until one day, some kind of power made her change from a girl to a woman, to a Valkyrie Valkyrie, she belonged to war, and she woke up, it was war, to find war, to eliminate war, to create war.

"Your vital signs are stable, and your bodily functions are above average." The nurse reported with a smile. "Thank you." Astrid replied, glancing at the sign and leaving the nurse behind.

"Where are you going? You need ......"

"Eat." Astrid interrupted, and the nurse said anxiously, "Awakened dormant personnel need to report to Lieutenant Colonel Worcester as soon as they have completed their physical examination, sir." "The nurse almost hit Astrid in the back.

"You." Astrid turned around, took the medical report from the nurse's arms, flipped through it casually, and signed the monogram in the blank space: Astrid T· A. Josephine. "Tell that young man that I'll report to him in 45 minutes." Astrid bites the report word by word: "R-e-p-o-r-t".

Private obediently stepped out of the way, though she had never stood in front of Astrid. Following the signs, she found the canteen in the medical area, it seemed that it was meal time, unfortunately, she didn't find the officer's dining area, forget it, it didn't hurt. Astrid played a plate of liquid food. There was no empty table as far as the eye could see, and she walked straight to the table where there was just one person. The private got up and walked away with great interest.

As expected, the food tasted like chewing wax, Astrid felt the heat and the power gradually recovering in her body, she mechanically and accurately drank the liquid food one by one, she refilled another cup of coffee, although it was not the Gold Coast in her impression, the bitterness of the black coffee successfully stimulated the taste buds, "Whew~" She let out a long breath of heat, allowing herself to briefly close her eyes and refresh her mind and relieve digestion.

Sure enough, the so-called Lieutenant Colonel Worcester was indeed a young chicken cub born after the war, and the carefully trimmed hoop could not hide the fact that this imbecile was only worthy of clerical work. Out of respect for her rank, Astrid patiently answered all the questions of the lieutenant colonel. For example, wasteland psychology, and meaningless nonsense about sexual/behavioral objects.

"Your Excellency the General asks you to ......" The lieutenant colonel closed the file, rested his elbows on the table, and crossed his fingers.

Astrid roughly intercepted the conversation and asked rhetorically, "How many pilots are there at the base that are ready to attack?" How many mechs? How many synergistic infantry? Where is the enemy......"

"Major ......" The imbecile was dazed by her barrage of questions, and he was at a loss.

The imbecile of the "support logistics ......" finally got a rare irritation, slapped the table, and overturned the water cup with a "bang", "Major!" Your Excellency General asks you to report immediately! Right now! Immediately! Right away! ”

Astrid solemnly put her feet together and pinched her forehead with two fingers, a standard military salute, a Polish military salute. "Yes, sir. ”

She continued to refuse the soldiers who were going to guide the awakened personnel, and politely said: "Thank you, I have legs myself and can walk." ”

After a few turns, Astrid quickly found the office with two guards with guns standing guard, "Special pass, sir." The guard said solemnly.

The guards wore armbands with forged black on a red background. In Latin, Astrid was taught by her governess to read the Latin version of "Poseidon" during her childhood. She silently said, Poseidon, the god of the sea and storms, for the occasion.

"Inform the General that Astrid Josephine has come to report for duty." Seeing that Astrid was wearing a men's second lieutenant uniform, the guards were obviously a little hesitant, but they still knocked on the door honestly to enter.

The chrome ceremonial rifle, Astrid looked at the Garand rifle on the shoulders of the guards, it seemed that the headquarters was really leaky, and after a moment, the guards motioned for Astrid to step in. The guards adjusted their positions and stood up with their rifles.

"Astrid Josephine asks to return, General." Astrid stomped the heel of her boot with a "snap", and of course she stripped off the hapless recorder from beginning to end, but the fly in the ointment was that the boots didn't fit properly.

Lieutenant General Williams was much older than he had been sixty years earlier, and Astrid still remembered the energetic commander of the army with dark sideburns, even though the lieutenant general in front of him was an old man with a mottled face. "Excuse me." The lieutenant general slowly raised his trembling right hand and returned the salute with difficulty, "A little disappointed, Josephine?" ”

"You are forever young in my heart." Astrid said. As the headmaster's proud apprentice, after graduation, Astrid deservedly entered the group army under the headmaster's command, and no matter how he changed his jurisdiction, the powerful lieutenant general could always assign the ace of the first mecha division to his command system.

"You're going to be witty, too." The lieutenant general was slightly surprised, at the same time, the girl grew into a mecha Valkyrie, the pride of the allies, after half a century, her face did not change, and the general was about to die. "Josephine, why are you wearing a second lieutenant uniform??"

"I waited half a century to return to the army, so naturally I had to seize any opportunity." Astrid stood up straight like a javelin, chest and belly tucked. The viscous shale oil bubbled, and the general smiled a little, sinking deeper into the wheelchair: "The army is here." ”

"Let the old man's leisure end here." The general struggled to turn the leather chair, and the white wall inscribed with the eagle emblem changed illusoryly, and the holographic projection caused the bald eagle to disintegrate into a three-dimensional map of the continent. In military school, cartography was one of Astrid's best subjects, well, there was nothing she wasn't good at. Military theory, sand table deduction, vehicle control, weapon control, hand-to-hand combat. She took all the honors she could get during the school year. Women overwhelm men, Astrid thought. What an annoying fact.

"According to the Group's optimistic estimates, it will take two hundred years at the latest for the Federation to return to basic living conditions. Thirty years ago, the first crews rose to the surface, brought back hydrometeorological data, and built covert monitoring towers around the shores of the Southern Gulf. Images sent back from orbiting satellites indicate that the continent survivors are trying to rebuild civilization. The three-dimensional map was flat, Astrid squinted, and Cleveland, New York, and Washington, D.C., were glowing at almost the same time. Life, civilization, enemies. She thought.

"Over time, the first generation of survivors was established, with New York City, which relied on offshore fishing, Washington, which consumed pre-war reserves, and Cleveland, which had a relatively complete industrial capacity, expanded to the so-called 'Empire,' the 'Union,' the 'Great Lakes,' and the 'Black Mountain Free Zone' in the Appalachian Mountains." Speaking of which, even if the general had his back to her, Astrid could guess the teacher's ridiculous expression.

"This is a good thing, it proves that we still have a goal to strive for, to destroy the empire and support the alliance." Astrid folded her hands on her waist, and the red rays of the hologram were replaced by green rays of weeds, and the ground was covered with a layer of turf before the war, except for a few heavy sources of contamination that had suffered from the Touchdown Nuke. They're so strong. Astrid's T-51 mech is probably spray-painted with hundreds of battle stars, but she often finds that the Imperial Yankees can still press the death button like a cockroach after eating several cannon shells, which makes the follow-up infantry suffer.

Anyway, I don't write a casualty report. She thought.

There was a flag stand on the desk, a star flag and a military flag, and the documents waiting for the general to approve were a few inches thick, nothing more than some complicated personnel dispatches, material allocations, and penalties for violations, Astrid picked up a confidential document, the Half Moon Bay Hydrological Situation and Navigation Corrosion Report was a little interesting, and she put down the document.

"Hmm." The general replied casually. Is it to support my idea? Astrid thought. The 3D map once again highlights the shelter icons, which are sparsely populated compared to the agglomeration areas. The brown color is the ZF public shelter, and the black color is the military shelter base. The Half Moon Bay base is like a bay embedded in the southern bay of the mainland. Victoria's crown diamond.

"Every major military base has a well-developed ecological circulation system of shelters, and the first 30 years of good operation of satellites were able to communicate briefly, but the more communication satellites crashed, the more we could not contact our brother units at the far end. The only areas that can be reached are Barksdal Air Force Base, Fort Benning Base, and Mayport Naval Base around the southern seas. ”

"In the monthly newsletter on 1 September, Mepott reported that a 100,000-ton freighter had appeared off the coastline of Florida a few days ago, and after obtaining the permission of the joint meeting, Mepott sent marines into the freighter on the afternoon of the 1st, and the marines searched for the ship's hold and confirmed that all the troops were killed in just 10 minutes, which was the only remaining image of suspected enemy troops."

The projection screen is switched to a video interface. First, there was a rapid gasp, and the lone Marine repeatedly called out to the other team members, and it was clear that the melee had caused him to get lost in the labyrinthine cabin. The team members gave up communication and tried to leave the freighter following the instant map of the elf drone, and the moment he turned the corner, he seemed to be knocked down head-on by a giant hammer, and the vital signs of the visual mask instantly turned red. There was no gunfire, no hand-to-hand combat, and an elite Marine died so strangely.

"Wait......" Astrid walked over to the general, leaning down to adjust the adjuster on the handle of her wheelchair, and the frame by frame regressed, and in the freeze frame of the team as they fell, she spotted a glow-blue phantom in the lower right corner that shouldn't have appeared.

The general patted the back of her hand approvingly and said, "Smart, you found out faster than the experts in the technical department, in the team correspondence, we found that the Marines repeatedly mentioned the words 'ghost' blanket, 'camouflage', etc., and the joint meeting believed that the Marines were attacked by unknown men wearing variable stealth camouflage. In the pre-war military experiment list, the Northern Vault did not have the right to experiment with stealth camouflage, so whoever was in the cargo hold was considered a serious threat to the enemy. ”

"You need me to annihilate the Cargo Hold Soldiers and bring back the variable camouflage technology?" Astrid said that it was indeed worth waking her up, because optical camouflage can only fix the ambient spectrum, and even if the wearer walks normally, the recognition speed cannot keep up with large movements, so only snipers are suitable. What does variable stealth camouflage mean? A mecha unit that does not exist with the naked eye and radar! Astrid is simply in the spring and returns to her first love.

The projection reverted back to a three-dimensional map, and the general turned his wheelchair to look at the perfect student he had taught during his tenure at West Point, and said, "The unconventional opening of the Fort Kent Vault led to the joint council sending the last rapid reaction force, and ......" The general took Astrid's palm, relaxing the feeling of aging. "You are my most outstanding student, and I am confident that your abilities will bring back the victory that the Joint Council hopes to achieve."

Holographic projection of the bald eagle's head towards the olive branch held by the talons, peace. Is it peace? No, it's a double-headed eagle that looks everywhere. "Find out who is in the freighter and the cause of the death of the marines, if there is advanced technology, collect information and bring it back." said the lieutenant general.

"Mission Guaranteed Completion! Sir! Astrid stomped her heel again and raised her hand in salute. The old man with Parkinson's disease struggled to stand up, and the projected light made the general's back clearly blend into the eagle emblem, and at this moment, the figure of Lieutenant General Williams stood tall like a marshal.