Slowly, I found that the relationship between Lao Xu and Mo Fatzi was not bad. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Very bad, to be exact.

In addition to the daily necessary work, the two of them almost never meet, no matter what Lao Xu is arranging, he does his best not to let Mo Fatzi know, but Mo Fatzi doesn't know where to get the information, he can always come uninvited, swaggering in front of Lao Xu, Lao Xu said a word, he picked a thorn, and even didn't let go of the wrong words, and the big hats were buttoned to Lao Xu's head one after another, and he sarcastically sarcastically caricatured Lao Xu as a coward, a bedbug and a military opportunist.

If it is a monthly political work meeting, then Mo Fat Man is even more incredible, he can take out a stack of report paper anytime and anywhere, magnify any small problem at a hundred-fold level, and then add guilt at a hundred-fold level.

Of course, the unlucky ones were all Lao Xu and his cronies.

Some officers poured a little engine oil into the drain, so they were charged with "maliciously wasting the property of working people" by Mo Fatzi.

Some officers received an extra portion of bread, so Mo Fatzi was demoted three levels for the charge of "deliberately sabotaging the construction of grain reserves".

The most absurd thing is that an officer wrote a letter home to his old mother, with a few paragraphs in the middle complaining about the quality of life, but the letter didn't know why it came to Mo Fatzi's hands, so at the meeting, he used his saliva fingertips to pick out the words in the letter sentence by sentence, scolding and sarcastic, openly saying that "some dog mongrels don't know how to work hard, and they will bark like the vicious dogs of the landlord class."

The officer's face turned red, and he finally couldn't bear to defend himself: "Comrade Political Commissar, I don't think you have any reason to tear down my family letter without permission...........

However, Mo Fat jumped up without waiting for him to finish speaking, and roared sharply: "What, you dare to question me, you damn Tuckskye, scum in a military hat, who gave you this dirty thing this right to speak, this is what you deserve, and you dare to bargain, it's really shameless............ Come on, drag him down! ”

Several guards rushed in, under my stunned gaze. Several soldiers really rushed in, dragged the struggling officer away, and put him in prison, and Lao Xu, as the chief officer, didn't say a word.

According to common sense, this kind of blatant provocation of the authority of the chief officer is a serious violation of the basic principles of the army, and he will definitely be dragged out and beaten on the spot if he is placed in the overseer army, and if the chief officer is more short-tempered, he may directly call the guards to shoot the target, but Lao Xu didn't say a word, just glanced at Mo Fat with a gloomy face.

I specifically asked Lao Ge about this. I said Lao Ge, is this Mo fat man any tough later, or is he holding heavy soldiers, or is he simply a peerless master, how can Lao Xu be poked around by him but dare not touch him at all.

"I'm sorry, it's not, Mosivich came alone, except for a letter of introduction from the organization, there is not a single soldier in his hand, except for a few Kerch theoretical codes, he doesn't have anything that can be called talented, all the power he has now is given to him by Xu Jiyuan, and even carved out a part that originally belonged to him."

My first reaction was that Lao Xu's brain was wrong, and he actually created an enemy to oppose him, is this because he thinks he is too comfortable to live?

"Kerch is different from the general army, emphasizing that theory and military should have the same status, so there will be strange things here that two chief officers have the same rank and authority at the same level, and Xu Jiyuan also agreed with this situation on the first day." Lao Ge crooked the corners of his mouth and said.

"I'll go, this uncle is too sincere, right, just give it?" I was dumbfounded.

"Xu Jiyuan is just a simple soldier, he doesn't fight for power, and he doesn't understand the importance of fighting for power, but Moxivich, an old rascal, has been desperately ganging up and pulling factions in the past two years, expanding a lot of power," Lao Ge crooked the corners of his mouth, and seemed to be very dissatisfied, "It seems that Moxivic has also looked for you, no matter what, don't agree hastily, it's fatal to stand on the wrong side at this time." ”

"Cut, it turns out that even the legendary Kerch is not monolithic."

I sneered, and suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, what kind of status do you have in Kerch, why don't you squeak every time you have a meeting? Anyway, you're also the deputy commander-in-chief. ”

".......... mind your!"

In January 013 of the Gregorian calendar, heavy snow fell and the cold wind was biting.

When I was sleeping soundly, I suddenly felt cold and woke up from the cold.

"On an urgent mission, a transport plane of our army was shot down, and a batch of important materials was in danger, and the command ordered us to immediately set off to recapture it."

I put on my leather coat and jumped up in a daze, and ran all the way to the hangar with Silver Bell.

I, Silver Bell, Maverick, and Silver Bell's partner Ding Yi, the searchlights flickered miserably white in the snowy night, and the mechanics worked hard under the lights like ants, and a total of four [Tsar Scimitar] mechs were pushed out of the mountain hangar along the slide.

This lineup surprised me a little, because it was equivalent to pulling out all the ace crews in the northern part of the Kerch army (although I was just a knockoff), but when I saw the stupid face of the iron bull, I immediately felt a headache again.

What's even more unexpected is that Mo Fatzi actually dragged his ball-like body over to see us off, and shook hands with each of us excitedly.

"This action is very important, and I hope that comrades must do their best and not leave any regrets for their future careers."

To be honest, the last half of the threat of hiding needles in the cotton is very unpleasant, and I really want to punch his big rosacea.

I ripped off the tarp and jumped into the cockpit of the mech, the heavy hydraulic hatch then closed, keeping all the noise and intrigue out of the heavy seventy mm armor plate, and a strange smell of leather and diesel mixed surrounded me, which is said to be the common smell of all mechs, even the Federation Army's, which was very uncomfortable at first, but after a long time I even became a little addicted to this smell.

Following the normal operating procedures, I locked myself into the sensing device of the AS system step by step, and I let go of the synchronization rate and tried to pull the nineteen-ton body up.

The snowflakes fell in front of the bulletproof lenses of the head camera, making the field of vision a little hazy, and I subconsciously wanted to reach out and wipe it, but I was awakened by the heavy movement, and then I remembered that I was operating a mecha.

Could it be that after being a pilot for too long, even consciousness will be fused into the armor plate?

An old [hippo] helicopter flew over our heads, acting as a guide, and we ignited the jet to scorch the snow and run behind the helicopter's fat ass.

The general flight speed of the helicopter is 140 kilometers, and the maximum speed of the [Tsar Scimitar] in the state of jet propulsion is just 140 kilometers per hour, which can form tactical coordination with the helicopter, the helicopter provides a wider field of vision and fire support, and the mecha provides effective ground protection, forming an air-ground coordination lineup in the new century in another form.

The point of the transport plane's crash marked on the on-board computer was 90 kilometers from the base, just at the junction of Kerch and the Directory forces, and if it was not moved quickly enough, the supplies on board the transport plane would fall into the hands of the Directory forces.

Suddenly, the helicopter's tail lights flashed red three times in succession, which was a signal that an enemy aircraft had been detected.

We immediately closed the jets and moved on foot.

[Tsar's scimitar] is like a small beast running on the snow, this is a continuous action that tests the basic skills of the pilot, and the slightest poor coordination is immediately a hook with the left foot and a dog with the right foot to eat.

Yinling and Ding Yi's movements were agile and fast, while the maneuvers of me and Maverick were clumsy like two pigs, which was so humiliating that I wanted to die.

After advancing about five kilometers, a low complex of buildings appeared in front of me, as if it was a small town, most of the houses had been destroyed by artillery fire, leaving unsightly scorched black marks, a transport plane was stuck in the middle of the town, the wings had been broken and the fuselage structure was severely deformed, it seemed unlikely that anyone would survive.

I adjusted the camera and saw that there were already seven mechs approaching this way.

However, the style of the mecha is very unique, although it is also similar to the [Huns] sub-assembly armor, but each piece is forged into a precise and ingenious wedge, and the head is like a soldier helmet of the old century, which looks delicate and full of explosive power.

I quickly adjusted the camera's focus and immediately recognized the model, the M115 [Soldier] infantry mech.

Hey, this is a federal mech.

The unexpected appearance of the enemy made me a little overwhelmed for a while.

"The mercenaries hired by the Directory, there is really a shortage of troops."

Silver Bell muttered to herself over the radio.

[The soldier] approached the transport plane step by step with a machine gun, but the captain looked at the wreckage of the transport plane, and hesitated a little, and then he immediately pulled over a [soldier] next to him and asked it to go over to explore the way, the pilot was obviously a little timid and hesitated, but the captain unceremoniously raised his leg and kicked it over.

So, the [soldier] had to move forward slowly step by step, rummaged over the wreckage of the transport plane, found nothing, and finally began to search the fuselage again, from the nose to the middle of the plane, and found nothing, and finally found the tail, which was stuck by a large stone, and could not move with the output of the mecha.

The [soldier] hesitated again.

From behind him, there was a loudspeaker scolding, I couldn't understand what it was, but listening to the tone, it was probably very unpleasant.

So [the soldier] had to lean down and open the hatch, and the pilot jumped out of it with a short assault rifle and searched the wreckage of the transport plane tremblingly.

But wait, how is this obscene posture a little familiar.

I hurriedly rubbed my eyes, then my eyes again, and finally my eyes again, and all of a sudden, tears were about to burst out.

Flying dog, damn it, this amazing is a flying dog, how did this bastard get here, his whole person looks thinner than before the final exam, the huge semi-covered armored hat on his head looks very incongruous, the chin exposed under the goggles is covered with beard scum, his eyes are a little dull, and his mental state is very poor.

I never expected to meet flying dogs in such a situation, and I don't even know what this situation is!

But Silver Bell was sober.

"They're going to search into the cargo cockpit, fire immediately!"