Astrid has been waking up a little earlier than she used to these days, which is a good thing, for it is possible to start the morning early while the men are still dreaming, and then naturally taunt the lazy creatures.

The ubiquitous canned luncheon meat and egg powder in Benningburg almost vomited Astrid eat, she finally understood her ancestors very well, why did she give this damn red canned food that sounds like it can be compared to the feast to outsiders, and any guy who is used to Monica's national meal is trying fried and boiled stewed luncheon meat every day, and he would rather eat grass in less than a week, not to mention the egg powder that tastes like sulfur, and sometimes he can catch up with Astrid's cured meat, It's the Happy Training Diet.

"Are you all late?" Astrid raised the clay cup and greeted the slumped male officers, and by the time Conway put on a hippie smile and placed the breakfast tray in front of her, Astrid was left with only a few spoonfuls of sweet potato soup. A pale green porridge mixed with local sweet potatoes, rice, and edible rhizomes is said to provide 1,500 calories in one bowl, but Astrid is skeptical.

"What the hell are you doing, you sleep later than me every day, get up earlier than me, and the amount of training is not low at all, may I ask this lady, are you equipped with a gathering core?" Conway was half ridiculous and half helpless.

Astrid pretended to yawn, squinted and said disdainfully, "Post-war imp, your only virtue is cuteness, but it's a pity that this trait is useless. After that, she threw down the spoon and said with one hand on her waist: "Well, the rest is for you, the developing child needs nutrition, I think you are very lacking in this." ”

"And motherly love, boy."

So Astrid walked out of the cafeteria in the embarrassment of the crowd laughing and the purple color of Conway sauce, and shook his arms and said silently: "PT!PT!" (Physical Exercise)

Normally, when not "nocturnal", Astrid has a habit of going to bed at ten and waking up at five, and compared to others who just want to fall asleep after a day of training and work at eight, Astrid still has a lot of energy to do things that interest her, such as taking a daze in the mech preparation room or taking the rifle in the warehouse and reassembling it. She sometimes laughs at herself for a while, an unmarried twenty-five or sixteen-year-old blonde girl pours this every day, and if she really wants the next side of love, she just wants the next side of love.

Then she naturally remembered the diary that she didn't know was molded into dust, a certain sentence on a certain day. How surprising is that the peerless Astrid Josephine is finally getting married...... How surprising......

She enjoys solitude.

Although the military trade market is equipped with heavy armored troops, it is only a pediatric compared to Fort Benning, after all, it is surrounded by dense forests, and it is really unwise to deploy a large number of main battle tanks weighing sixty or seventy tons, and the hot and humid climate in summer will cause irreversible damage to the tank's precision instruments. So there are only a dozen AST medium individual mechs and two armored infantry platoons, which are more than enough to deal with the impact of natives and mutant monsters, the car is bumpy for an afternoon, and the helicopter is nothing more than an hour. There was a bunch of people in it who were crazy and begging for war.

The time for Aldrich's plan to bear fruit was not so fast, from the spy revealing the news without a trace to the deliberate report of the Paradise Fortress in the south picking out the massive true and false news, the period of time was as long as a month and as short as a week, and Astrid came under the banner of investigating the mechs of the No. 2 outpost attached to Fort Benning, which is the military trade market, which adds up to the strength of two squadrons, even if the screws are put back one by one, it will not take so long.

In other words, Astrid had to find a way to find some reason to delay.

"Sir." The technicians in the ordnance room greeted Astrid as they walked in, but no one stopped what they were doing, and they had learned for the past few days that the pretty, wild blonde officer didn't care about the red tape, only who was better.

Astrid put on her sunglasses and took a sip of a cold drink, as the snow began to fall in the north, the heat in the south was still unbearable, and there were cold drink barrels everywhere at the outpost with green tea brewed with "summer grass".

Astrid motioned for everyone to go their separate ways, while she herself watched the technicians repair and maintain the mechs, and gave them pointers.

"AST's type 3 left arm elbow is the most appropriate to use the No. 7 screw, pay attention, first slightly reverse screwed to the hidden buckle, and then turn two times, the screw light will automatically pop open, otherwise after five turns, the elbow condensation tube will be rubbed over, after two or three battles, you have to change a condenser tube, according to my method, you can do more than five battles and then maintain."

Seeing that a new technician had made a mistake in his operation, Astrid simply put on a mask and tied a tool apron, and slid into the bottom of the downed AST to repair it, and the leaking oil was inevitably dirty on the floor sleeves, but in the eyes of ordinary technicians, Astrid solved it in three or two clicks, and got her trick and suddenly felt that she was suddenly opened, how could she not be revered and grateful.

"It only took you three days to do something that no one else could do in three months." Lieutenant Colonel Schlieffen watched silently for a long time, and waited until Astrid was free before approaching and speaking.

Astrid wiped the oil on her hands with silk cotton, picked up a puff of water and splashed it on her face, wiped it, and replied, "As for the time I slept, I should have done in three years what others did in three months." Then she looked back at Schlieffen.

"Is there something wrong? Lieutenant Colonel. ”

Schlieffen was momentarily stunned by the lake-green eyes with wet short hair, coughed, and said, "It's not a big deal, but there is some interesting news from the north, maybe it has something to do with what we are going to do." ”

"So what are we waiting for?" Astrid put on her coat, dragged down her sunglasses, and stood in the sun beckoning, "Come on, time is pressing." "Anyway, the first to run away is gone.

Schlieffen swept around, and found that all the technicians were looking in the direction of Astrid's disappearance, and after a little thought, he smacked his lips and said, "I really can't tell that this is a woman who is almost ninety years old." ”

Before the battle, if any idiotic gossip had fallen into Astrid's ears, her men would have had to blow the battalion commander in the head without her help. After the war, unless it was said to his face, the other Astrid laughed it off.

Back in the main air raid bunker, the last meeting was only Astrid and Schrieffen, and friends who knew her well could easily associate things on another level, and in some places, Astrid was a hunter in the first place, the kind to take the initiative.

Unfortunately, Astrid wasn't much interested at this time, and her attention was focused on the information presented on the projection wall.

"What you see is information that took the lives of two northern sleepers to bring back." Schlieffen gave a written report at the same time, and she frowned when she saw it.

It is a report of military power, detailing the armies of the various large powers in the wasteland north of Montenegro, the most notable of which are undoubtedly the so-called "Great Lakes Industrial Alliance" and the "New Jersey Empire". Astrid had learned about both of them from Lieutenant General Williams on the first day of her awakening, but she had been so entangled that she had not paid attention to the updated report, which was obviously much more surprising than the old one.

"In other words, the natives of the north can mobilize 100,000 troops at any time as long as they want?" Astrid was not quite convinced. She is aware of Poseidon's military strength, the combat force hovers around 40,000, which seems to be a lot, half of them are responsible for production tasks, and the entire Poseidon citizens are only 150,000 or 60,000, which also includes the old, weak, sick and disabled.

Schlieffen shook his head and said: "Far more than that, there are several cities with a population of more than 200,000 in the north, and the natives are all born warriors, according to the consumption of our own refuge reserves, any public refuge in the north still retains at least 50,000 supplies for fifteen years of prime, and the New Jersey Empire has continuously fought two wars, and fifty or sixty thousand soldiers have been invested in each direction, and New York, which was renamed Long Beach City, has recovered its population to 500,000, which means that 300,000 soldiers who can take up arms and fight." ”

"Incredible...... "Astrid grinds her teeth.

"That's not the worst news." The projection changed the sub-content, showing the northern natives who looked like ordinary humans, these days, three heads and six arms are not uncommon, and the general appearance and body before the war is a new thing, Astrid saw the problem at a glance, and said: "What are these people?" ”

"Hydra, that's what they call it." Schlieffen added: "The informant who sent this message back is dead, and it is said that Hydra is a mysterious society, well-organized and with an unknown number of personnel, but at least a thousand in size, each of whom has special abilities. ”

"For example? What strange Iron Man, widow? ”

"Close, if the news is true, a very small number of natives have tamed the radiation mutation and obtained some kind of ability beyond the human being, the strong can even lift a chariot, distort the trajectory, and the worst thing is to stealth."

"Are there any side effects? We have a similar project going on. ”

"There's very little information about Project X, and I don't know much more than you do, but it's clear that it's still in clinical trials. None of the Hydras seem to have lived longer than forty years. ”

"Huh." Astrid scoffed. "I also said that no one born in 2030 has lived past the age of 100."

"It's different."