"Delta Lian, listen to me!" Astrid stood on the top of the mountain, the fading September heat carrying the clouds westward, and she walked down the crumbling church spire to see the Imperial mechs gathered under the cliffs, Blizzard mechs, bloated and obese voices. Astrid held the alloy halberd, unfurled one by one, and raised her left arm. "Attack!" She shouted, and Astrid Josephine's command resounded through a pair of mechs, and behind her, there was an entire mech-group, steel-on-steel, blood-fire.

Long-range artillery fire began to creep into the barrage cover, and Astrid pushed the joystick, and the energy output was 100%. "Missile launch!" The overwhelming array of armor bullets roared out, and the halberds pointed obliquely, outlining arcane lines on the muddy ground, and where there was a slight condensation, another crumbling armor. One hundred and one percent! Afterburner! The mech's jet pack ignites a quantum flame that grows more and more icy blue. Directly opposite the Blizzard mech was an orange-haired Empire, and she clearly saw the seven-pointed star painted on the outside of the Blizzard mech, just as the orange-haired kid saw the sticker on her mech's outer armor. A black dragon and a cat.

"Free to war! Free Fighting! A never-ending cacophony of radio waves rang out over the public channel, and Astrid, in no daze, she sheathed her gun like Valkyrie raised her scepter.

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"Wake up." Astrid choked on a mouthful of water, sat up and coughed violently, coughing violently, the sea water she coughed up almost filled her lungs until she vomited the scraps of her breakfast. the salmon toast, I never eat it again. Astrid staggered, and a pair of hands took her arm. "If you fall again, you won't be able to save it." Major Conway was dressed in wet underwear, as were several crew members. She glanced at the exoskeletons piled aside. It was noticed that every male present saluted her. His face, which had become even paler from being immersed in the sea for too long, quickly flushed. "What the hell are you going to do! Didn't see the man-eating crocodile outside the ship? Astrid scolded. Major Conway draped her in a blanket. "It's really time for you to lose weight, you're almost paralyzing me." The Major teased condescendingly.

Astrid's knew what the idiot was looking at, but she didn't bother to stand up. What's there to see? Her chest was "heaving", probably heaving...... Astrid gathered the blanket and suddenly woke up: "The logbook I put in the magazine bag is still there?" What about the captain's diary? I don't just know what I see and hear, and I still don't understand what's at the bottom of the freighter! She looked at the dripping exoskeleton, her uniform stripped naked. A bunch of stupid things that have failed to evolve. She cursed in her heart.

"I took it out and dried it." Major Conway handed over a glass of hot milk, misty. "Drink more, it won't hurt you." The corner of the major's lips raised an evil smile: "The papaya is gone, but the pumpkin is almost the harvest season, are you interested in going to the plantation in Maypot next time?" You're really ......."

Astrid wrapped her fingers around the stainless steel cup, and the warmth sank into her skin little by little. She retracted her feet and put them together. Major Conway, with his mouth open enough to fit a light bulb into it, as if he had been pressed to play it in slow motion, sat down with his little brother in his arms and slid down the wall. The Major gave Astrid a hard thumbs up and said, "Femme fatale......"

"Have you seen Harry Potter?" Without waiting for the Major to reply, Astrid muttered to herself, "I've been popular for decades, and I've enjoyed this kind of reading for all ages, the only thing I'm not happy with is that there are too many idiot men at Hogwarts." Oh, you don't have a higher education, tell me, do you know what women can't say the most? She turned her head, affectionate.

"Forget it." She held out her fingers against Major Conway's lips. A little thin, she thought. "Du willst mir etwas über Nietzsche erzählen? The Major winked innocently. The forehead hair is still silvery, oh, it's not dyed.

"I hate philosophy as much as I hate self-righteous, voyeuristic idiots." The Major stared at the two bulges on Astrid's chest with burning eyes, well, that was all there was to it. "I understand the current marriage laws, trust me, you will have a second chance, but before you, there will be a second person." She said with a smile, closing her cold blue eyes.

The patrol boat sailed into the port of Mayport. The five-inch naval guns came to cover it with artillery fire, blocking the army of sea monsters behind them. The breakwater fortress had already been notified of the ships returning to port, and the close defense guns rained down shells like a torrential rain, flowed out of the waterfall, and crashed into the bay. Astrid's uniform hadn't dried yet, and she couldn't help but shudder as she tightened the buttons of her exoskeleton with both hands. The short white gold hair with full ears is neat and refreshing.

"I'm Major Astrid Josephine, Commander of Task Force Alpha, and I'm requesting an immediate teleconference with Half Moon Bay headquarters." A group of navy ashore, on the way back, she got in touch with Mepot, giving a brief report on the failed mission. "The general is waiting for you." Said a lieutenant colonel. Maintenance crews rushed to the patrol boat, busy repairing the defects. Valuable army property could not be lost, and Major Conway, with two journals wrapped in a waterproof bag, was half a position behind Astrid.

Once a woman is serious, especially a powerful woman is serious. Then everything will work out. Astrid arrived at the Mepot Refuge in half an hour. She read the last page of the logbook as she parted the glued pages.

"March 16, south wind, cloudy. Scientists declared that the leak had been contained, but I beg to differ that panic was spreading among the crew and that I had to take responsibility. ”

She continued to flip forward, page by page. Eventually, Astrid frowned. You've got an extra little brother. She remembered the lonely aircraft carrier USS Franklin D. Roosevelt.

General Oland had already rested, and the generals were in poor health, and staying up all night like young men would undoubtedly hasten the process of their death. Astrid silently apologized to the teacher. Hopefully, coffee/blood will flow through your veins. Then, she thought, she stepped into the MIA room and turned on the holographic projector. She looked at the time, it was 8:17, and she usually soaked in the officers' club, drinking gin and dancing.

"You're back." Behind Lieutenant General Williams stood the General's female secretary, Polly Paltrow, a small cow. Astrid straightened her chest, folded her hands, and reported loudly, "Yes, teacher, I'm back, and I've brought back important information. ”

The general, dressed in striped pajamas, apparently woken up, waved off the secretary and said, "The most important thing is that you are alive." ”

"Thank you for your concern." Astrid unfolded one of the pages of the logbook, towards the lieutenant general. The general familiarized himself with the magnified projection, took out his reading glasses and put them on, and his face darkened little by little.

"Yes, General, as you can see, this is not a conventionally powered steamer, but a nuclear-powered one!" Astrid took out the captain's diary and read: "Today's sea survey went very well, what a great ship!" It can go up to 30 knots! 30 knots! Thanks to the power components of the aircraft carrier Admiral Spruance, we would simply not have been able to provide such a huge amount of energy for what scientists call the 'Hundred Shadows' program. ”