After discussing for a long time, I didn't study an effective way to travel.

They are all rookie recruits, and when they encounter a grim situation and a life-and-death situation, they are all a little numb. Including the fat guys. It's true that he's killed a few people, but when it comes to battlefield experience, he's also zero.

The brighter the sky gets, the worse the situation becomes, and the more dangerous the situation becomes.

When it really comes to daylight, the other side will definitely dispatch a large number of ground search troops. Circle them like fish, and circle them to the river.

A huge encirclement was formed from the periphery and gradually advanced towards the river. The event space is compressed. At that point, they couldn't run even if they wanted to.

Moreover, the Imperial Army did not have the habit of keeping prisoners, and after they were caught, they would first be taken to the station for torture and interrogation, and after they were done, they would be disposed of. Therefore, many Alliance soldiers would rather die with the enemy on the battlefield than be taken prisoner, which would be worse than death.

The thin man was lucky, and he happened to be saved by the fat man, otherwise his fate would not be much better.

If you can't think of a good way, you can't stay here anymore, and you have to move immediately.

The fat man's proposal was unanimously approved.

But the question is where to move?

The fat man thought of the theory that it was dark under the lamp. So let the thin man find a way to hack into the opponent's defense system through the wireless network. Take a look at where the nearest station is.

The idea is risky, but it's also exciting.

These rookies were cornered, and they all showed a little bit of newborn calves who were not afraid of tigers.

As long as the fat man speaks, he will point where to hit. Even if you go straight to the other party's station, you will pin your head to the waistband of your pants and risk your life to do it.

At this time, everyone didn't expect that they were destined to go crazy once.

"Fatty, the nearest station is called Zuoqiao Fort, thirteen kilometers away from here. It's also a supply base. ”

"Supply base? In other words, the repair and maintenance of those multi-legged individual armor by the river are carried out in this base? ”

"It should be. The power system of the multi-legged individual armor is replaced every eight hours. In terms of distance, the location of this left bridge fort is just right. Not far and not close. ”

A thought flashed through the fat man's mind, but he slipped away too fast to catch it.

Pete asked, "What's the matter, fat man, what's the best idea in mind?" ”

The fat man shook his head and said, "I have a little clue, but I didn't catch it, let's go, let's go first." I'll let you know when I'm done. ”

The fat man now has two large marching bags on his body and one on his back. There is one hanging from the chest. The chest one belonged to Pitt Staff. Look at his swollen/red face, dry lips, and a tired vomiting of blood, if the fat man does not lighten the weight for him, this excellent staff officer in the future is likely to die of exhaustion in the middle of the road.

The fat man doesn't understand. With this physical fitness, how did he pass the graduation assessment of the military academy? Although he never went to a military academy, he also knew that meeting the physical strength assessment standard was a hard bar for graduating from a military academy.

The thin man secretly told the fat man that Staff Officer Pitt must have gone through the back door, and that his family must have a powerful relative in the military academy or the military department. Otherwise, it's hell that this scrap wood can graduate. But from time to time, he betrayed him by glancing at the double star on Pete's epaulettes.

This thing is a naked jealousy of the rank of lieutenant. Chewing the root of someone's tongue behind his back.

When the fat man sarcastically said that he was not bad, not much stronger than Pete, the thin man justified himself, saying that his most powerful weapon was his head. The ruler is short and the inch is long, and the field of expertise is different, and the combat mode of showing courage is also different. So the fat man can't irresponsibly accuse him of being useless.

As a temporary leader, you must have an accurate eye for people. Unrecognizable casual accusations against subordinates will seriously dampen the subordinates' self-esteem, discourage their enthusiasm for progress, and then affect their future personal growth and future...... The fat man kicked him in the ass to shut him up. Listen to his nonsense again, and it will be endless.

For his words, the fat man selectively believed half.

The headset, which had been silent, moved, first as a jumbled murmur, then as a group of commands that became clear. The search forces that received the order were searching for a route that had just the space available for use. It seems that the fake targets set by the thin man earlier have worked.

The fat man immediately ordered the team to speed up. Be sure to make your way through the blockade area and get to the vicinity of Fort Left Bridge before the other side notices that something is wrong.

……

In the distance on the left side of the fort, there is a huge steel-framed iron bridge, and the river below has long since dried up. The steel frame of the iron bridge is tens of meters high, the bridge is thousands of meters long, the middle is broken, the steel frame is also rusty, the corrosion is very serious, it seems that it has been dilapidated for some years.

I don't know if the name Left Bridge Fort is related to this dilapidated iron bridge.

If it really matters, shouldn't there also be a Right Bridge Fort?

The group lay on the dirt slope hundreds of meters away, looking at the heavily guarded supply base in the distance and whispering and talking.

Fatty, Pete, Skinny, and three nimble Scouts sit together as the decision-makers of the entire team to discuss the next steps.

With the super hacker of the thin man, the internal and external structure of the supply base, the distribution of buildings, and the location of the firepower points are no longer a secret.

What is missing now is the accurate time and password for the patrol soldiers. It is very difficult to find out these things, and it is necessary to investigate them nearby. Now only the fat man can do this job, and everyone has seen his ability to stealthily walk.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our goal is not to attack this base, and of course, it would be unrealistic to attack it even if we wanted to. We are now short of food, especially water, and we must replenish it as soon as possible, otherwise we will lose our most basic physical security. And weapons. Just in case, we also need some heavy weapons. ”

"Staff Officer Pete's words are good. I think there's all that in that base. But if you want to get your hands on it, you have to find a way to blend in. ”

"It's not hard to get in, I can control all the entry and exit gates for thirty minutes. Within thirty minutes, all power systems in the base will be paralyzed. The question is, will you be able to find what you need and evacuate safely within these thirty minutes? ”

"I think we can catch one or two live mouths first, and ask for the storage warehouse for weapons and supplies......"

"Oh, my head, tsk, isn't the Scout's IQ high? Didn't I show you the architectural diagram of the base? How obvious, the corners of the route are clear and the distance is clear, and even the signs on the warehouse can be seen. Is this still necessary to capture prisoners and torture them? I mean, what if the things we need are scattered around? Does it take time to go back and forth? With a base of nearly 10,000 square meters, how much time does it take to go back and forth? Even if you have everything together, how do you take it out? And my control limit is only 30 minutes, if I can't get out after 30 minutes, I'm waiting to be chopped up and fed to the dogs! ”

"Thin man, can you stop talking so badly?"

"Don't worry about it if it's hard to hear, the truth is always right?"

…… As they continued their discussion, the fat man was a little distracted, lying next to him with the back of his head in his hands.

"Fatty, what do you want?" Pete noticed that the fat man was strange, so he asked.

"Oh, nothing, you go ahead and leave me alone."

The fat man looked at the sky with both eyes. He grasped a clue, the flash of inspiration that had flashed in his mind before.

That's a crazy idea.

Fort Left Bridge is a massive supply base. The strategic location is extremely important.

How would the enemy react if they found out that this place was being attacked?

Will the dozen or so individual armor units guarding the Don River come back to help?

The fat man felt that they could not stay and would definitely come back. Because they can't afford to gamble. Once the power system of individual armor exceeds the limit of use and is not replaced in time, it will become a pile of immovable dead objects.

As soon as they leave the Don, the opportunity for their own people will come.

But the premise is that someone has to be the bait and turn into a lone hero. Infiltrate Fort Left Bridge and turn it upside down, creating the illusion of being attacked. And the illusion had to be realistic.

And if you have the opportunity, you can go deep into the storage warehouse where the power equipment is stored in advance. Use your hands on those power-ups to turn the armor of the individual soldiers with the powertrain changed into time/bombs.

Those who can undertake this arduous task must be bold, not afraid of death, proficient in machinery, clever in disguise, and willing to dedicate themselves to others.

I turned this idea over and over again, and I felt that it was very feasible.

But then, his face changed suddenly, he turned sideways with a little weakness, his legs subconsciously curled up, and his head rested on his bent arms.

He found it as if he had put himself in it.

There are more than forty people, and he is the only one who is barely qualified for the title of this heroic hero.

Others are fine with a single aspect, but it's hard to put multiple things together.

No, this idea can't be said.

The fat man is caught in a deep tangle of contradictions.

The main purpose of his enlistment in the army was to find someone, to find the eldest lady to return the ball. And then the others go one step at a time.

He never thought about serving the country and the people, and he lacked the noble consciousness of right and wrong from the roots.

Death for others is the work of a fool.

How smart is he, how can he be so stupid?

But this method is really good!

The team of recruits next to it can escape alive and not continue to be chased around like a small school of fish.

On one side was himself, and on the other side was more than forty lives.

Put it on the scale as a weight, which is more important?

The fat man sat up sharply in annoyance, which couldn't be compared. Ten fingers are inserted into the hair, painfully tangled.

"Fatty, we're at a loss of skills, if you have any good ideas, quickly reveal them."

"yes, cowman. Everyone is counting on you. ”

The fat man turned his head to look at them with expectant eyes, his gaze swept over them to those hidden at the bottom of the slope.

Dozens of fresh lives, all in his thoughts.

To fight or not to fight?

The fat man was silent for dozens of seconds, raised his eyes to look at everyone, and said ruthlessly, "I have an idea......