The Self-Defense Force uniform on Planet McGregor looked very much like some kind of uniform, at least that's how Clint saw it, and he took his badge to the back door, and there was a black guy at the door, and after looking at his badge, he took him to a door, "This is your room, private." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Then Clint opened the door with a military tag and saw these sets of things on the bed. The clothes are tight-fitting uniforms, and underneath are a pair of boots, which have good protection and are breathable and permeable. Then a helmet was given, the problem was that it had a long brim at the back, which looked a bit like the fireman's helmet before Clint came into the world. Then there is a simple S75-style hand rifle, without a long tube, single-shot, moderately powerful, I am afraid it is not as good as the E33 projectile he carried.

For such treatment, Clint looked at the room, which was about ten square meters, "At least a bed, a table and chairs, a cabinet on the wall and a separate bathroom, which is considered okay." The point is that this one still lives alone. "Clint. Toki thinks that Planet McGregor seems to treat the soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces well, but he doesn't know why the salary is so low.

Indeed, the salary of the SDF soldiers is only half of that of the planetary police, which is considered to be the lower income class on the entire planet, "No wonder no one comes to the army...... "No wonder no one is coming to the army," Clint muttered, and then began his military career.

Wake up at 6 a.m. every morning, followed by a sergeant leading the recruits through physical training, have breakfast at 7:30 a.m., and then start training again at 8 a.m. - a range of infantry combat techniques from shooting to bomb throwing, rest and prepare for lunch at 11 a.m., and technical training at 1 p.m. - depending on the individual's position, from learning how to fly a McGregor C1 planetary fighter to repairing a hexapod infantry fighting vehicle, but due to the lack of non-commissioned officers, most of this is computer-coached. Then at 5 p.m., all the training was over. Cycle the next day......

Such an easy life as a soldier did make Clint . Dong Mu is refreshed, such a lax career as a professional soldier, what can be trained must be garbage. Clint is convinced of this. There are only seven recruits in this issue except for Clint, which is so ridiculous that people are speechless. The contempt for soldiers during the Republic period and the fact that they could find decent jobs as long as they went to the orbital station formed the current situation - although it was easy to be a soldier, the income was low, and the people above were not optimistic about their combat effectiveness at all, and even they themselves despised themselves, although the armament was quite sufficient, but the volunteers gradually became extinct......

There is also a good thing that the military branch can be chosen at will, and Clint hastily ended his career as a recruit in this situation and devoted himself to a career of professional service - he learned to fly the C1 fighter, which according to his query in the database, is actually produced by the same company as the so-called Naboo N-1 fighter, but Planet McGregor put gold on his face and deliberately let the other party improve some of it, and it became the current C1 fighter. "That is, it has been changed to the type of one light cannon and one ion cannon, which is also an improvement?" Clint thought.

However, the weapons in Star Wars are a little good, and the foolish operation is considered the mainstream, and this plane is quite convenient to drive. Of course, Clint also confirmed that he was not a good fighter pilot, and his flying target performance was far from comparable to his ground target shooting results. Due to the lack of manpower in the Planetary Self-Defense Force, Clint has really learned a lot of things in the two years since he served - from fighter piloting to warship piloting, weapons control, and equipment maintenance, he has almost rotated through these positions in the past two years.

Just when this guy seriously began to think about whether to resign and try to get a boat to smuggle, the war began.

Eighteen-year-old Clint. Toki, he is faced with the most important choice of his life - whether to join the separatist alliance or die for the republic? Who would have thought that even a place like Planet McGregor would have federal separatists? Moreover, there were trade union ships in orbit - and warships, the intricacies of political negotiations that eighteen-year-old Clint could not understand at all. "What the hell are you going to do?" Clint asked his superior, Sergeant Major Litbar, one of the top officers of the poor Planetary Self-Defense Forces.

Now Clint is already a veteran, and he is a squad leader, and there are five soldiers under him, and almost all the soldiers in this place are humans, aliens? They are not soldiers. The sergeant major is a man of the Republic, and he came to fight to defend the interests of the Republic, so he gathered his squad leaders and asked them to do their duty. It only took Clint about five seconds to think about his future, and from the movies he'd seen, it was clear that he had an advantage on the Republican side, so the creature said firmly, "No problem, Your Excellency Sergeant Major." I'll do it with you! ”

All the squad leaders present promised to follow the republic, and when they went out, half of them defected to the separatists. While the Trade Alliance was discussing transportation and convoy issues with the upper echelons of the planet, the battle for satellite stations on the ground was actually fought within the original Self-Defense Forces. Sergeant Major Litbar wanted to report to the Assembly of the Republic about the Separatists' attempts to secretly separate the planet from the planet, and the Separatists could not allow him to do so, so they opened fire first in the battle for the satellite station.

"It doesn't seem to be any different from hunting." This is Clint. In Toki's opinion, this guy has an E33 projectile in his waist and an S75 short rifle in his hand, this ridiculous weapon is not only a single shot, but the power is not satisfactory, and the damage to the individual shield is very slight. So Clint uses the S75 to attract the attention of the enemy, and uses the fast E33 to harvest the opponent's life. The E33 that fires bullets is quite powerful, and is usually able to penetrate the opponent's equipped single shield in one shot, and then only needs to replenish one S75 to kill one, and if the opponent's shield is not full, even one bullet can kill an enemy.

Eighteen-year-old Clint was killed by his companion who had just been eating together and became an enemy in the blink of an eye. Toki said it didn't feel like anything at all, just like he hunted the rats. But the separatists were clearly prepared, and they drove a hexapod, a hexapod with rapid-fire guns......