Vesonia III Forward Post.

The alien invasion of the star field is still far, far away from here.

It's just that the forward post, which received the order, entered a state of first-level alert.

Fir, is an insignificant mecha warrior in the "United States of the Star Alliance".

In fact, the status of the MechWarrior in the "United States of the Star Alliance" is very embarrassing.

In the war on the surface of the planet, the mechs are dispatched to fight mosquitoes with cannons, and ordinary landing combat members are enough to put down the rebellion of any race.

In space warfare, because of the low energy defense strength, mecha energy endurance and limited lethality, mecha warriors have little use in the starry sky.

At least, in the daily drills of the "United States of the Star Alliance", the mecha warriors are an embarrassing group.

Remove the mecha team, it seems that they are really needed at some special time.

Leave them alone, it doesn't seem to be of much use.

In this case, in the large and small bases on the surface of the planet, the mecha warriors are old soldiers, and they don't have to do anything except training, but the treatment is much better than that of special combat soldiers.

In the fleet, the mechwarriors are more tasked with carrying out daily maintenance of the ship's hull, which is completely out of step with the battle.

It is precisely because of this that when the forward post with a very poor defense force asked for some support under the condition of first-level alert, Fuer, who was already bored and was about to suffocate to death, took the initiative to apply to the base and brought his mecha team to the Visonia III forward post.

"I swear to the Star God, there must be something wrong with that Willie."

"Two units of frozen meat, I've seen it delivered to Area Seven with my own eyes."

"Area Seven, there is no one stationed at all."

Two days later, he deployed four more units of frozen meat and shipped it over.

"The star god is above, what does Willy raise in Area Seven? A whole brigade of women? Or a behemoth? ”

In the interstellar medium region where the Vesonia III Forward Outpost is located, three silver-white mechs are flying in the void not far from the outpost.

One of the three mechs distributed in the shape of "Pin" turned on instant short-range communication and sent messages to the other two.

This kind of communication is quite secretive.

In or near the Vesonia III Forward Outpost, any electronic communication of information will be captured by the outpost, and at such a time when the mechfighters who come to support question the post's senior commander and technical director will definitely cause controversy and even turmoil.

"I also think there's something wrong with the Visonia 3 outpost, and the last time we first arrived, we saw that March, and he looked at me, and I felt like I had been swept away by a beast."

"Boss, you also know that, in the words of the elves, I am a natural sensitive body, and I have a certain premonition of danger."

"So, I think the Visonia 3 Forward Outpost, not only is there something wrong with that Willie as Teucer said, but even that March is not normal."

Another mech immediately responded.

"Daily routines, don't get distracted."

The third mecha, the captain of this mecha team, Fuer, reprimanded lightly.

"But it's only here that we can talk about it."

"When I get back to the outpost, there are people everywhere, there are surveillance devices everywhere, where is there a chance."

Thor, who was the first to raise the topic, said unrelentingly.

Sitting in the mecha cabin, wearing a pilot's suit connected to various wires, Fuer's brow furrowed slightly.

In fact, on the first day of arriving at the Vysonia III forward post, he sensed a problem.

March was too calm, or too cold.

In order to welcome the arrival of the mecha team, the outpost specially held a drinking party.

Most of the insecure outposts, who maintain absolute enthusiasm, including the March and Willie they just mentioned.

It's just that the enthusiasm of these two people is like an ultra-low temperature flame emerging from the surface of the ice.

No matter how passionate their words are, anyone can feel the coldness in their bones, or the indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

"When I go back, I'll use the excuse of a drill to hold a defensive battle here."

"At that time, you will play the role of the attacker, and then you only need to attack Area 7, and I will naturally defend it."

"This kind of drill, according to the laws of the United States, March and Willy can only cooperate but cannot interfere, so whether there is a problem with Area Seven or them, you can see at a glance."

After thinking about it for a while, Fur made a decision.

"Good idea."

Teucer immediately agreed.

"That's it."

The other MechWarrior didn't object.

The rest of the patrol was entirely coping, and Fur hurried around with two of his men before returning to the forward post.

"There's no need for this, if the aliens really invade here, we're just a castle of children piled up on the beach in front of the waves, not to mention a mecha team, it's useless to change to a fleet."

"The reason why we are still here is to observe and report."

"If we can pass this information on at the moment of the alien's appearance, we will complete the mission."

After receiving the report of Fuer's battle drill, March replied with a blank face.

"The purpose of your presence here is to observe and report."

"And the meaning of the existence of our War Fire Mecha Squad here is to fight."

"If you have an opinion about my decision, you can report it upwards."

"The battle drill will start soon, and you must cooperate immediately."

Fur said with a blank face.

"I still have reservations about this battle drill."

"If you insist on doing this, hopefully you'll be brave enough to take the consequences."

With that, March ended the communication.

With a cold snort, Fur looked at the mecha team in front of him.

Thirty new "Lightning" mechs lined up in front of him, their silver-white fuselages flickering like mercury under the reflection of the high-power lights on the roof of the hangar.

"Teucer, you lead the first detachment to feign an attack."

"Sith, you lead the second detachment to defend."

"And I myself am the itinerant observer of this battle exercise."

Fur gave the order.

Thirty mechs stomped lightly at the same time, while the heavy mechanical arms tapped on their chests.

He reached out and gestured to the hangar control staff not far away, who responded with a "understood" gesture and opened the sliding door on the top of the hangar.

Thirty mechs bent their knees, like detached shells bouncing out one after another.

Teucer led fourteen mechs into the distance, and they were used to this kind of combat drill, so they naturally knew how to attack.

The Sith and the other fourteen mechs quickly dispersed, and more than four of them gathered together and flew towards Area Seven, intentionally or unintentionally.