Wolf Conveton of the North American Liberty League did not wait for the banquet to end before leaving the hall, and did not return to his room, but to the hangar where his favorite machine was located. There weren't too many people in the hangar, the officers attended the party, and the logistics soldiers were looking for a place to drink and have fun because they were not in charge of the frontier work.

Near his favorite machine, a middle-aged man with graying hair was standing on the side of the computer, observing the various operating data of the body.

"Why did you come back so early?" Although the middle-aged man didn't look back, he knew who was coming just by listening to the footsteps.

"Didn't like the occasion. If I liked the occasion, you wouldn't have asked me to cooperate. Lieutenant Colonel Conveton replied. He walked over to the middle-aged man and helped him adjust the test data.

This middle-aged man's name is Langton, and he is a well-known engineer in the military development office of the North American Free Alliance, and the small energy stone engine required by the "puppet" was also developed with him as the core.

"Look at the record." Langton took a copy of the information to Lieutenant Colonel Convetton, "In your last battle, the output rate of the engine was very stable, and the energy output error when firing the gun was fired did not exceed 3, and I have only seen this kind of data in the laboratory. ”

"Oh?" Lieutenant Colonel Convitaton replied after a few glances at the result data. "I didn't make any special adjustments last time."

"What about the combat environment?" Langton asked.

"The A-241 area, both in terms of the types and quantities of cosmic rays, is similar to the training environment in recent times. That area had one training session three weeks ago and you saw that stat as well. Conviton recalled, and then suddenly something came to mind, and replied: "At that time, the Atlantic Federation seemed to have released a particle, and radar and radio were not available on the entire battlefield at that time. Could it be that kind of particle. ”

"You mean the seething Minovsky particles that have been hyped up lately?" Professor Langton's eyes lit up, and then he fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

"By the way, I'm here to ask you to help us develop something." Convitaton said.

"Oh? Did you hear from that kid from the Atlantic Federation? ”

"Well, the MS of the Celestials, it should be a modular weapon now. According to him, the Jim on the Celestial side, each one has the same appearance, but the weapons in the hand are different, and it should not be integrated. The types of weapons include siege to ship heavy missile launchers, and heavy single-shot guns of about 180 or 200mm. There are also 90mm caliber guns for aircraft. At the same time, there is also a 60mm high-speed cannon integrated into the fuselage. By the way, a few of their mechs are also equipped with beam weapons, which are also single-shot, and the output is not as good as ours, but the rate of fire should be better than that of the "puppet". ”

"Do you want to do any of this?" Langton asked.

"Yes, the last time I exchanged fire with the rebels' MS, I found that the 25mm cannon could no longer penetrate the armor of the MS, and if you want to fight them, you urgently need large-caliber machine guns, as well as various styles of siege weapons." Convid's pause continued, "By the way, we need melee weapons as well."

"Melee weapons?" Langton scoffed, "Do you want to go back to the Middle Ages?" ”

"The last time I fought the rebels, I felt that if you were engaged in a Minovsky particle environment, the radar could not be used, so you had to get a lot closer to the enemy with the naked eye, and you could quickly approach the opponent in hand-to-hand combat at that distance with a single burst. The hand of my body was cut off by the rebel MS with an axe. And the Celestial Organization is even equipped with a beam sword, which even the armor of the warship cannot resist. Conveton was a little frightened by the rebel Colonel Royce's axe.

"Beam Sword?" Professor Langton's attention was apparently taken away by a term: "They have developed the ability to fix particles into special shapes and explode the high energy of particle beams." It's not easy. He sighed. The beam sword is an essential element of science fiction no matter what world it is in. The military designers of various countries have also imagined the possibility of realization.

"Now is not the time to sigh." Langton retracted his imagination and said, "The most important thing now is to obtain Minovsky particles to see if this is the main reason for the stable output of the power stone." ”

"The Minovsky particle, that thing Atlantic Federation is hiding like a treasure, and I don't know where that machine is in this base yet." Convitaton spread his hands.

"You don't have to worry about that." Professor Langton pulled the virtual reality device in his hand to Convitton and said, "I just received it this morning, the North American Liberty Alliance and the Atlantic Federation signed a technology exchange agreement, and we exchanged their Minovsky particle generator with a small power stone engine. ”

"They told you to study that thing, when are you leaving?" Conveton asked, looking at it.

"Early tomorrow morning, leave on a supply ship."

"Let's get some rest, then."

"Don't be busy, just adjust all the data and go. It is possible to rest on the transport ship anyway. ”

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As the date of the sweep approached, the entire Bradolin base became more and more busy, because it took a long time to gather troops, so in order to prevent the enemy troops from escaping during the build-up period, the mobile units spread out an encirclement network through temporary bases in three directions to prevent the rebels from escaping.

With the arrival of the operational command, Major General Lapel, the commander of the base garrison under the NAF, was also driven out of the central command and moved into the garrison headquarters that had been established very early.

The rebel commander, Colonel Royce, launched an attack last time, and at the same time suffered heavy losses and deprived himself of the best chance to escape. He launched two breakout operations, but both were blocked by the combined mobile forces of the two countries.

Even the most valuable Zagu lost one---- which was damaged and unable to move during a breakout operation, and he blew it to pieces with his own hands, leaving the two countries with no value other than to analyze the composition of the armor.

In the end, the arrival of aircraft carriers made Colonel Royce lose the last hope of escaping, and the sudden increase of several times the number of fighters made the thickness of the encirclement network as solid as special armor. Every day, Allied reconnaissance planes conducted a dragnet-like reconnaissance, but never found the location of the rebels' base.

"What's going on with your plan, I'm surrounded and dead now, and if you sell me, I won't let you go." In the Rebels' secret base, Colonel Royce communicates with people using a secret communicator.

"Rest assured, you are our most critical person. We won't give up on you easily. An old voice replied on the other end of the communicator.

"Do you think I'll take your word for it?" Colonel Royce scoffed.

"Hahahaha, we really want what you have in your hands, that's why we'll help you, don't worry about it this time." The communicator laughed loudly on the other side.