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"Well, after all this time, I also appreciate the faith of the Kerch people, I have never seen such a great part of the human race...... But the stakes are high, so let me think about it. ”

Our great comrade military advisor once sternly warned me that in view of the fact that my IQ is really worrisome, and I am as easy to be fooled into the slaughterhouse as a pig, I should avoid making decisions on the spot on any issues, and go back and think slowly, so that maybe I will not die too ugly.

What's more, I didn't have the passion of galloping with the rebels and sharing the prosperity of the world, and that kind of exciting life is really not suitable for a normal person like me.

So, I held this mentality, no matter how Lao Xu persuaded me, I bit the bullet and did not let go, saying "I have to consider it", seeing that I was resolute, Lao Xu was a little disappointed, but still as a qualified commander, thanked me and said good night, and left.

We continued on the road for three more days, looking for the hard-to-find boreal jungle, and although the L-03 "Mourning Bird" fighter-bombers of the Central Directory Army came several times, they were all narrowly evaded.

It was in these few days that I saw the incredible resilience and unity of this rebel force.

When food supplies were insufficient, healthy and strong soldiers took the initiative to distribute a little ration of their rations to the lightly wounded, and the lightly wounded swallowed saliva and quietly stuffed them into the bedding of the seriously wounded, and the seriously wounded quietly added their own share after waking up, forcing the medical staff to send them to the technical units that urgently needed to replenish energy

The weather is very cold, the snow is deep enough to reach people's knees, and the movement of the vehicle mecha is extremely difficult, but no one in the entire column has dropped a machine gun or a mecha, and if it can be pushed, it is so bad that the section of the road that cannot be pushed is pulled with a steel cable, Lao Xu took off his shirt and rushed to compete with a 105mm light howitzer that fell into the mire, even those "spectacle lenses" took off their shirts and rushed over to help, everyone rolled in the snow and mud, the palms and shoulders were blurred by the rough steel cables, and everyone did not have a good clothes, Many people get pneumonia because of wearing soaked boots and clothes for a long time.

But not a single person complained, not a single person deserted, and the whole force was as powerful as a precision machine.

However, some faulty parts can also be seen.

For example, General Mosivich, who was as fat as a pig's head, frowned violently at the sight of the muddy road, and tiptoed over like a ballerina to avoid staining his brand-new military boots.

On the fourth day, we finally arrived at the main base of the Kerch army, Brienica.

It was a land of about 700,000 inhabitants, including six towns and seven military forts, which were strangely located in the land ruled by the Directory.

The first time I set foot on the main base of the Kerch Party, I felt like stepping into an alien planet.

The level of development of the whole city is not high, probably the level of the third rate of the Directory, except for the huge anti-aircraft turrets equipped with 130mm anti-aircraft guns, there are almost no decent buildings, and it stands to reason that this kind of place should have been in order for a long time, but everything I saw was in order, a scene of harmony and serenity.

The moment the column appeared, the whole street was thunderous with cheers, and the common people enthusiastically rushed up to hug and kiss the soldiers, which was completely heartfelt welcome.

What makes me feel strange is that even though it's my first time here, everyone smiles at me warmly, and even has a little bit of admiration, which makes my heart furious.

Until I saw my poster on the wall.

And it's not one, it's a bunch!

It's basically me and a [Ancient Tower], stepping on a [Huns], holding our heads high, and what's even more disgusting is that I often find the existence of Lao Ge's obscene goods next to my burly shape.

"Hey, that's the, and I don't remember taking a picture with you." I turned my head and glared at Lao Ge, this matter must have something to do with him.

"Alas, don't get excited, I'm in charge of this work, and you're the second guy in Kerch to single-handedly fight the ace division mecha soldiers, of course you have to publicize it a lot." Lao Ge laughed, people have already slipped away.

"And by the way, I also sat in the position of a Kerch party, didn't I?"

Now even my pig's head can see the problem, I gritted my teeth, looking for weapons everywhere, but I didn't even find a kitchen knife, the weapons that were originally everywhere didn't know when they were cleaned, I'm sure this is Lao Ge's ghost again.

"Hey, don't get excited, do you think I'm such a shameless person?"

"It's not, because the fuck is!"

I gasped for breath and swallowed the bad breath into my stomach first, after all, this old ghost is cunning and cunning, and the devil knows what other tricks he has in his stomach.

"By the way, you just said that I was the second pilot to succeed in heads-up, so who is the first one?"

"Oh, didn't I tell you, of course it's the silver bell."

Eventually, the column came to a halt in front of a more imposing mansion, said to be the residence of the baron, the former owner of the territory, a dilapidated old mansion that had collapsed a third of it under the erosion of time: the headquarters of the Kerch army.

"Comrade Commander-in-Chief, I think it is necessary for us to hold a meeting to sum up the lessons of this time." Mosivich suggested with a smile as soon as he got out of the car.

Lao Xu's face was gloomy almost instantly, but he still controlled his emotions in the shortest possible time, just turned his head and arranged various tasks in a deep voice, and I was assigned to the Kerch Guards level combat unit - the 112th Brigade, with the rank of ......... Captain!

Speaking of which, I was just a midshipman in the Directory, but I jumped several levels in the rebel ranks, which was really laughable.

It was a battalion that was assigned directly to me, and because of Lao Ge's damn messy propaganda, the men of the whole brigade were now very admired, and when they often met, they would take a small notebook and sincerely ask me for combat experience, which made me, a rookie with half a bucket of water in his stomach, embarrassed to death, so he had to imitate Pandosky's tone, and talk about a few paragraphs in the textbook to fool the past. As a result, this is even more fatal, these Kerch soldiers are far less shrewd and simple than our group of sea wolf brothers, and these guys immediately feel that I am a dragon who has no head at the end, and one by one they have a feeling of looking up to the mountains.

In addition, Lao Xu really gave me the staff according to the trump card, which is the so-called "partner" or "wingman", and gave me a stunned boy, nicknamed Maverick, two years younger than me, born as strong as a cow, but his brain is a little bad, dragging two big snots all day long, his clothes are dirty as if they were picked up from the garbage heap, and he has a "brother" every day, and he sways behind my ass, making me want to kick him twice.

Comrade Maverick's daily questions are as follows:

"Brother, have you graduated from elementary school?"

"Brother, have you graduated from middle school?"

"Brother, have you graduated from college?"

"Brother, is it fun in the city?"

"Brother, do people in the city drive cars?"

"Brother, do you have a wife?"

"Brother, how many wives do you have?"

"Brother, has your wife given birth to a baby?"

“………..”

By the way, this is a question menu on weekdays, one on Saturdays and Sundays, and another on New Year's holidays.

I felt like I was going crazy before he asked "100,000 whys", so I had to pretend to send him to wipe the mech, and took Pandowski's bizarre argument as it was, and added a bunch of pepper noodles of my own, telling the calf that "cleanliness is also part of combat effectiveness, and one more piece of dust will weaken combat effectiveness a little."

The calf immediately believed it, and devoted himself to the infinite scrubbing work with full enthusiasm, from bright to night, from night to bright, the metal lines of the mecha armor plate were wiped by him extremely clearly, and it was "spotless" in the true sense.

This perverted physique makes me break out in a cold sweat.

But after wiping the mecha, this kid was still alive and kicking, so I ordered him to clean up, "The neatness of the pilot's appearance is also part of the combat effectiveness, and one more pimple will weaken the combat effectiveness a little."

The calf immediately believed it, and then he squatted in the bathhouse and rubbed it all night, and every day was like this, rubbing off a layer of skin, washing the bacteria that had grown so big from the mother's womb that there was not even slag left, and finally even stared at the mechanical disinfectant, fortunately I stopped it in time, otherwise I would have to die.

I had no choice but to teach him how to dress...........

It was a really nervous breakdown, and I felt like I had become a good descendant of Pandowski's retarded mind. I had to stay in the hangar all day and not come out, but fortunately, because of the officer's privilege, the brigade headquarters transferred me an almost brand new [Tsar's Scimitar] as quickly as possible, and freed me from the hapless [Guta].

The idle guys put a dog-headed look on my desk phone's chest, and told me that the wolf's head was my ace logo, which made me want to cry, laugh, and vomit blood, forcing them to move the pattern to my shoulder armor.

It was during this time that I gradually became interested in Gatling weapons, the ultra-high rate of fire of this weapon brings amazing suppressive power, the most typical is the OS-12 machine gun, although it is only 12.7mm caliber, but the highlight of the rate of fire of more than 4,000 rounds, so that my eyes can hardly leave it, the only regret is that the power of the 12.7mm bullet is insufficient, even if the latest armor-piercing shells (APDS) are used, they can only penetrate 30 mm steel plates, and there is a big gap between machine guns.

So I came up with a solution that was to put two OS-12 machine guns in parallel and stuff them into an armored box together to form a combined machine gun, which exchanged the rate of fire for power.

Originally, I just suggested it, but I didn't expect that all the members of the 112 Brigade immediately heard the wind and moved, looking for materials to find materials, welding for welding, and changing the structure for structural changes, and they were very busy, and in the end, it only took three days to get the parallel machine gun I needed, and solemnly installed it on the mechanical arm of the [Tsar Scimitar].

With the new mechs and a huge training ground that I couldn't have imagined in the academy, I piloted the [Tsar Scimitar] with a bit of presumptuous fire, maneuvering, and firing again, experimenting with every way I could think of a fight.

From morning to night, from late to morning, even if I was eating, I was holding a rice bowl and staring at [Tsar's Scimitar] in a daze.

The action sensor is not as precise as the brainwave sensor, and it does not require harsh drugs and instrument enhancements, and the effect of this thing comes from the degree of run-in between the pilot and the system, which is very easy to get started, but it is difficult to improve the synchronization rate, which is recognized.

So where is the trick to running-in, is it relying on non-stop exercise?

Now, after hard training, my synchronization rate has stabilized at about 32%, which is 5% higher than when I was in the academy, which should be considered a good progress, but I am not very happy, because in the previous battle with the [Huns], I remember that my synchronization rate has exploded to more than 70%, but now I can't replicate it no matter what.

70%Ah, that's close to the level of elite pilots!

This data appears twice in total, once when I was driving the [Seawolf], and the other time when I was driving the [Guta], which means that it is not a problem with the computer, but the real thing, which can no longer be explained by the normal level of proficiency.

So what is the reason?

Now I feel like a half-starved person who has just tasted a bite of success cake, but is immediately snatched away, and the pain and anxiety are indescribable.

Of course, the fool didn't know anything about my depression, and he was serving tea and water on the side, or he was stupidly applauding.

"It's amazing, brother, it's really old."

Okay, okay, I think it's okay to give up on talking to this guy.

I clutched my forehead in pain, and I felt that I was missing more and more my brethren at the Naval Academy, even Captain Pandosky, who at least could give me some progressive advice