In the middle of the night, I was caught up by the sound of an intense alarm clock.

"Oh, damn it."

I cursed and grabbed the computer, which showed the time at half past three in the morning.

Strictly speaking, I'm not a person who likes to stay up late, or I can't stand the nightlife at all, and if I was asked to go to bed after twelve o'clock, it would feel worse than giving me a knife, so I used to be in school, and I was absent from all the guys' gambling money barbecue clubs, and I was once regarded as a weirdo.

However, this time it is not possible to get out of bed.

I yawned and put on my combat uniform, and staggered out of the barracks with my buttons on, a loud noise mixed with the smell of engine oil that almost knocked me over.

The entire forward base was boiling like an ant's nest, the mecha was moving quickly in the dark, the heavy footsteps were non-stop, and the trucks were roaring, shuttling back and forth, busy, but there was no light in the entire base, and the situation looked a little weird.

"Aha, the military advisor is really troublesome, even if you go out in the middle of the night, you are not allowed to turn on the lights, isn't this making us blind?" The flying dog walked out of me yawning, and after a few days of not seeing this guy, he seems to be a lot stronger, energetic, and seems to be recovering well.

"There's no way, we don't have an anti-aircraft radar, and we don't have an early warning aircraft, and it will be troublesome if it is discovered by the reconnaissance planes of the government army, so we can only make do with it first."

Although there are all kinds of grievances against the military division, I still have 10,000 support for the military division in terms of military deployment, and this guy does have a hand in this regard.

"Alas, if only there were aviation units."

"yes, I don't think it's funny to have anything flying in the sky."

We sighed relatively, I remember that there were a few helicopters in the Hound Regiment of arms that we had captured, but no one could fly them, which was probably a pretty good resource, so that we had a reliable army aviation unit of our own.

I shuddered.

Now we have a large and rich land in the south, our own territory, our own army, our own convoy of convoys, and possibly our own aviation forces below, which are all the forces and factions of the great warlords in history. A year ago, we were just a bunch of thugs who were fighting all day long, occasionally getting angry for the sake of brotherhood, and we never dreamed that we would have the power we have today, but such extreme expansion could have disastrous consequences, because it would mean that we have become a clear bird.

"Oh, it's time, it's time, hurry up."

The flying dog suddenly let out a loud bark, and without saying a word, dragged me downstairs.

Outside the hangar, a few mechs had already pushed our mech out along the rails, and unlike before, except for a machine gun that was only enough for self-defense, there was no weapon on the entire mech, and the load was reduced to a minimum.

We jumped on the mech, ripped off the tarp and got into the cockpit, the reworked cockpit smelled of a faint lube, I tried to pull the messy equipment to fix myself in place, and before I locked the last hand, I pulled the 2-in-1 night vision into front of my eyes.

A blurry light green image appeared in my field of vision, and since it wasn't a combat mission tonight, none of the mechs were equipped with too many weapons, which always made me feel very insecure.

"Hey guys, you guys should take a look at that piece, it should be very interesting."

The pervert said coldly.

We looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a large number of mecha quietly gathered, with their heads raised and chests up, neatly arranged there, looking very respectful, and a figure swaggered past them, like a gangster reviewing his younger brother.

"yes, it's interesting."

I said coldly.

Now my heart is full of irritation, if it weren't for the fool of "Prince", I might have solved this hidden danger by now, and damn it, the whereabouts of that fool are still unknown.

In the darkness of night, we quickly ran out of the forward base and moved in the direction of the town of Kohonde.

Our job is to port.

"Bang Dang"

The heavy door of the arsenal was forcefully opened by several manipulators, and we rushed to the pile of weapons, quickly picked up the part closest to us, and immediately ran out of the door, adding full horsepower to the rear, because strict arrangements had been made in advance, and we had made sufficient preparation plans, and even if we wanted to halfway, we were prepared to deal with it, although there were thirty or forty mecha involved in the whole process, but it was still in order, and there was no chaos at all.

According to the deployment of the military division, we designed twelve forward bases from the iron depot to Kehongde, and arranged a large number of heavy trucks for the rapid transfer of materials, and when a batch of materials arrived, they would be transferred to the next base at a very fast speed, and transported back to the iron warehouse layer by layer, and in the iron warehouse, Long Fei had already commanded his subordinates to build new warehouses.

The whole process is as compact and perfect as tightly connected parts on an assembly line.

But this is undoubtedly a rather difficult errand for all the porters, because there is no time to rest, and it is completely continuous rotation for one second.

"Whew, whew, whew, what the hell."

The third time I ran out of the arsenal with a large bundle of artillery barrels, I couldn't help but gasp hard.

On a dark night when visibility is almost zero, running more than 60 kilometers in one go with a night vision device with super poor accuracy, and then running back is simply a serious neurological torture.

"Rumble"

The roar of the huge engine sounded overhead, and I hurriedly drove the mech to lean over, and soon, two "Mournerbirds" fighter-bombers from the Directory Army whizzed over my head, and I could even clearly see the large anti-armor missiles and rocket launchers mounted under the wings of these guys.

Speaking of which, this group of poor bastards is also hard to do, in the era of the old kingdom army, this army was used as a low-level colonial army to suppress the mountain people, all day long to do those boring work of fighting bandits and catching the party, and when the era of the overseer army was finally upgraded to the regular army sequence, but the subordinates are still the pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, the treatment has hardly changed, the military salary and equipment are deducted seven and eight deductions, and they are on the verge of hunger all day long, and even the base number of shells from the engine armor must be strictly guarded. And most importantly, as a large military region that governs a large area, there is not even an ace division, which can be regarded as a great anecdote in the military history of the Directory.

Of course, because of the terrible night vision equipment, they didn't notice my presence at all.

I waited until the fighter-bomber passed by before I straightened up and let out a big sulk, but when I looked around, I suddenly realized that I was alone.

The breeze was blowing, and my back was chilling.

No way, although my synchronization rate is completely unqualified in the level of the entire Directory Army, it is still high in the Iron Shark Battalion, and few people can catch up with me at full speed, and I will soon become a single-handed. But in the wilderness, this strange situation seems a little deserted, I decided to speed up and run back and forth and go to sleep, I am too tired tonight, next time I have to ask the slave of the military division for overtime wages.

I just thought about something, reorganized the synchronization rate and continued to run forward, but wait, there seemed to be something ahead.

With the help of night vision, I saw a mecha crouching in front of me in annoyance, and the ammunition box in my hand was thrown to the ground, and I could see from the simple logo that it was a mecha belonging to the Iron Shark Battalion, and my first reaction was that this unlucky guy's landline was out of order, and as a veteran, I had an obligation to help.

"Hey man, what's wrong, are you alright?"

I walked up with a pleasant hello.

"Boom"

Just as I was about to get to the mech, suddenly, two huge shadows suddenly burst out from my side and swooped down on me.

Damn, it's a trap!

The thought exploded instantly, and I immediately drew my machine gun to fight.

Although I was caught off guard, I was still confident that I could blow up these two little minions in a matter of seconds.

The two figures were less than a hundred meters away from me, and they suddenly raised their manipulators and threw two metal canisters at once, and I immediately reflexively raised the machine gun and fired a shot, only to hear a sloppy splash, and my mecha shell was sprinkled with a lot of liquid of unknown origin.

Knowing that this was not a longevity potion, I immediately set up my machine gun and prepared to annihilate the attackers.

But at this moment, from at least four directions around me, a violent pillar of light suddenly lit up, and at once I was enveloped in the middle, and my mecha armor suddenly lit up like a condenser, and the strong flash of light pierced my eyes for a while, followed by a flash like snowflakes on an old-fashioned TV set.

Damn, it's a high-concentration marker potion, and these guys must have used something like a searchlight!

"This is our eldest brother relaying your words, 'Don't think you're going to think of killing, it's a gift in return, idiot.'" The other side sneered

Damn it!

In a fit of rage, I immediately raised my machine gun and fired, but all the shots hit only a pile of wood, and the guys had long since run away.

But what the hell is going on, they actually give up on doing it?

I was stunned and inexplicable, until I heard the roar of the engines of the fighter-bombers turning back.

Damn, these guys are trying to kill me with the help of the Overseers!

In the next second, a fierce cannon fire and rocket bombardment roared, and I felt that the ground in front of me was about to be lifted by the impact of the explosion, and I was forced to drive the mech to dodge to the side.

But there was another scream on the battlefield.

"Wait, wait, you can't leave me like this, didn't you say that you would take me away after making the bait, wait for me!"