"Oh, Comrade Kolod, welcome to you, we've been waiting for you for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Tons of smiles were piled up on Mo Fatman's fat face, and he looked happy, stretching out his fat big hand and shaking it with the newcomer.

Kolod snorted like a mule, and a puff of white air erupted from his nostrils.

"Thank you, Comrade Mosivich, the arrangements along the way are very good, but the last part of the trip is very unsatisfactory, let me say it directly, the current Kerch army needs more quality than quantity, and some low-skilled mecha soldiers should be expelled to clean toilets."

As he spoke, the guy kept squinting at me, Mosivic smiled, but his gaze slowly began to cool down.

Ryan; Kolod was a Kerch man from the Federal Army, a battle maniac, short-tempered, furious at the slightest word, forty years old and just a captain, this kind of guy didn't know which tendon was wrong, he actually became interested in Kerch's ideas, took off his federal military uniform and asked to join Kerch, Mosivich approved his application almost immediately, and directly promoted him to the chief of the general staff of the Kerch Army.

As soon as the new general staff officer took office, he carried out "reforms" with the support of Mo Fatzi, moved all the equipment management systems of the federal army into Kerch, and cleaned up almost all the old-fashioned [ancient towers] and 20% of the inapplicable mecha soldiers at once, claiming that he wanted to carry out the "elite strategy" and "the previous Kerch army regulations are outdated", and Mo Fatzi also echoed it, fanning the flames and "smashing the small peasant sentiment under your military badge"!

Lao Xu strongly objected, but was suppressed by the two chief officials, and by the way, he was put on a hat of "small peasant thought".

As for Lao Ge, this thing has been completely ignored, and no one even remembered that there was a deputy commander-in-chief in the legion.

So the [Ancient Towers] that were in good combat readiness were dragged out of the hangar and dismantled, and the soldiers cursed while dismantling the fruits of their labor, and I found that many of the [Ancient Towers] still had intact power plants and skeletons, and were fully capable of low-intensity tasks. Veterans who were born as farmers, but had at least two years of actual combat experience, were also kicked into the ground crew, angrily picking up mops and water pipes to do messy chores, and those educated rookies who could not even pull the joystick took their place.

His Excellency the new Chief of the General Staff is simply a clockwork robot and a rapid-fire cannon ready to fire, and his stubborn pursuit of detail is close to perverted. He had been wandering around the barracks since five o'clock in the morning, and when he saw the sentries in disheveled clothes, he scolded them, he saw the soldiers washing their faces and brushing their teeth a little slower, and he immediately burst into a rage when he saw the soldiers working shirtless.

His Excellency the Chief of the General Staff immediately ordered that the Kerch soldiers be given standard uniforms according to the standards of the Federal Army, three sets per person, two sets of winter clothes, and one summer suit, and this order alone exhausted the extremely tight stock of cloth of the Kerch Army, and it was necessary to send people to risk their lives to smuggle supplies from the areas controlled by the Directory troops, but this still could not meet the huge demand.

You must know that in the past, regardless of the officers and soldiers of the Kerch Army, the uniforms were changed once a year.

The atmosphere in the Kerch army was about to explode, but Lao Xu did a desperate job of persuasion in private, and he talked almost alone, and his lips were peeled.

Mo Fatzi was very proud of this terrible calm and calm: "Cut, look, isn't the situation in the whole army very stable, it shows that most people are supportive......... Whoever dares to express his displeasure, I will shoot him immediately. ”

After this battle, my reputation plummeted in the Kerch army, and it was almost about to collapse, because it was obvious to all that almost all four mecha that attacked were killed, and even the two Mavericks also knocked out two of them, but I didn't have any record empty-handed, but the mecha was cut down and wounded, and what was even worse was that I almost gave away the lives of important people.

Although halfway through, the Mavericks said several times that the record could be fully scored for me, but I kicked them back.

I always insist on one thing, it's my stuff then it must be mine, not my stuff, and I'll never ask for it if someone else gives me a handout, I've fucking been enough of it, and I don't want to be a beggar part-time!

Some people say that my skills are at all, and it's all blown out.

Some say I'm on a leg with the Directory.

Some people say that I am a relative of the leader, and this position is all obtained by connections.

Anyway, the entire Kerch army spoke coldly and said everything.

The atmosphere in the whole Kerch was very depressing, everyone was holding back their anger, and now there happened to be a target erected in front of them, so it was natural to bomb it indiscriminately.

The upper echelons of the Kerch Army have become a mess, and no one has thought about me at all, and Lao Xu wants to intervene, but this old officer who is not good at internal struggle is already powerless. On the contrary, Yinling still sits firmly on the throne of the strongest trump card, and with the record of successfully defeating the mercenaries of the Directory Army, she is even more valued by the entire Kerch Army. It's the little maverick, who is so idle that he hurts, and the good guy who mutters about me has fought several times, and his nose and face are swollen every day.

Gradually, I began to get tired of this kind of life, although in the class, the big guys also scolded when they were wrong, and spitted spittle, but after spraying, everyone was still brothers, but now I feel like I'm completely isolated, and everyone is with explicit malice.

And what the hell am I doing here, fighting, on vacation, or fucking messing around?

I grew more and more disgusted with other people, and continued to keep myself in the hangar, except for the fool of the calf, and the only thing I had was the [Tsar's Scimitar].

It's boring, it's extremely boring.

So I started from scratch and summed up the experience of the two battles little by little.

"I fought two battles, two battles, the first time was with the elite pilots of the seven main divisions, and the second time was with my own brothers, and they all won............"

I shook my head.

"No, no, no, no, that's not how strong I am, man, have you forgotten, in the first battle, what you relied on was basically high-speed machine gun fire suppression at medium and close ranges, and in the maneuvering of a small space at close range, the strength of the elite pilot appeared, so much space, such a large body, he can avoid your machine gun fire, and he is still maneuvering while lighting gas, you don't have this ability at all, you only know the most basic gas run-up, if you don't attack by unconventional means, caught him off guard, I'm afraid you're already dead. ”

"The fight with the flying dogs, that's even more nonsense, you still rely on high-speed machine gun fire suppression. 100mm semi-self cannon you didn't even hit a target, doesn't that mean something? Yes, yes, you're releasing water, but that doesn't say how strong you are! Look, even a guy with such skills as Flying Dog can cut me to the point of a knife wound, and I feel like a childish schoolboy when facing him. You ask yourself what you're good at, what you're good at, and no, you're nothing! ”

I jumped to my feet, feeling an irritated anger stirring in my chest.

"So, I want to be strong, I want to be strong, and I don't rely on these two hands and three-legged cat kung fu to jump in place, I have finally dragged a foot out of the garbage heap, I can't jump back again!"

I jumped back onto [Tsar's Scimitar] and it felt like there was a hard pole holding my soul up.

I'm going to be strong.

[The Tsar's scimitar] moved with blunt and powerful force, and my first thought was to start with the maneuver I was best at, and to recall the posture of the [Huns] when I fought with me. Elite pilots have reached an unbelievable level of subtle manipulation of the airframe, whether using fixed armor or maneuvering at small angles, to the point where they are close to human agility.

It's something I can't do right now, but I'm impressed with how nimble [the Huns] are with the jets, especially the one that fights me in the elevator, and it's an interesting trick to combine jets and maneuvers to increase the speed of the body to a very high level.

I tried to start driving the [Tsar's Scimitar] operation, imitating [the Huns] little by little.

One-step, two-step, three-step.........

The scenery on either side of the field of view began to accelerate and recede, and I tried to press the accelerator pedal with one foot.

"Takashi"

I heard a terrifying roar erupt from the body, and it flew straight out like a rocket, hitting the wall headfirst, and then flying out with a heavy catapult.

Damn, that's too fast!

However, if used effectively, this is a good skill point.

"Fuck your uncle!"

I gritted my teeth and cursed, dragged [Tsar's Machete] to my feet, lit the spout again, and hit the wall again and dizzy.

At the end of the day, I hit the walls at least fifty times, but fortunately the walls of the hangar were lined with reinforced steel plates, otherwise the whole hangar would have been torn down. The gas injection unit is a system independent of the AS unit, and trying to coordinate the synchronization rate while also dedicating attention to control a completely unrelated set of equipment feels almost perverted like drawing a circle with the left hand and a square with the right hand.

And unfortunately, I'm not the kind of genius who has a highly developed brain on both sides, so I have to wrestle non-stop.

Thankfully, after hitting the 60th time or more, I slowly figured out a little trick: I gave up the continuous high-speed running and continuous acceleration that were too difficult for a while, but if I ran two or three steps and then fired a short shot at the same time, like the triple jump, then I could increase the propulsion speed by more than 40%.

Unfortunately, I could only maintain this state and advance a dozen steps, no more than 400 meters.

I tossed around with this tactic in the dark, munching on a bento when I was hungry, and lying on a pile of canvas for a while when I was tired, without anyone disturbing me in between, and this quiet atmosphere made me very comfortable.

Finally someday.

"Qiang, Shaya!"

[Tsar's Scimitar] ran continuously, then slammed into the jet and leaped forward, landing on the ground and advancing again......... After several consecutive times, it suddenly landed, and the mechanical foot mechanism rubbed a series of sparks on the ground.

I exhaled heavily, and the joy of the beauty swept away the depression of the past few days.

Damn, it finally made it once.

"Okay, brother, it's amazing!"

Someone was screaming outside the cockpit, and I opened the hatch just in time to see the stupid Maverick standing outside, clapping his palms and smirking with a lunch box.

Although I don't want to see this grandson at all, after all, I entrusted him to bring food, and I am always embarrassed not to receive it. So I had to jump off the mecha, snatched the lunch box in the calf's hand and ate it, today's dish is green pepper shredded pork and garlic cabbage, my two favorite dishes, I can't stop eating the first bite.

"Brother, what kind of technique did you just practice, I haven't seen it in the manual."

"It's none of your business, you don't care."

I impatiently pulled the calf back with a word, and the calf had to shut his mouth dryly, and opened his mouth several times to speak, but closed his mouth in distress.

Finally, I wiped my mouth contentedly and took out the money.

"Brother, I really don't need it, my own family ........."

"Whoever is with your own family, don't mess around, take it!"

I pulled out the bill and shoved it to the calf, but I accidentally glanced at his face and was stunned.

"What's the matter with your face, why is it half swollen?"