Rain began to fall in the gray sky, making the ground muddy.

A soldier in a combat uniform couldn't help but complain in his heart when he looked at this gloomy scene, but then the auxiliary chip in the helmet sent a hint to him to turn his attention to something else. But when he saw the prompt, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly connected to the communication channel and shouted: "Team 17 is back!" ”

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In the distance of the horizon, a grayish-black shadow slowly appeared, a metallic machine, somewhat like a spider, relying on its six stout mechanical limbs to move through the mud, not slow—there should have been eight, but two of them were only smoking stubble.

The machine's casing was riddled with craters and burn marks, and only one of the two turrets remained, apparently after some terrible battle, except for a skull scrawled on the side casing, miraculously remaining largely intact.

The same awkward appearance as this body was the military base where the soldier was, the alloy exterior wall was crumbled and black smoke was still emitting in several places, and no one thought to repair it.

"Deathbringer, only you come back?" The gates to the base slowly opened, and several heavily armed soldiers stepped out, cursing the swamp-like ground incessantly.

A lid suddenly popped up above the body that was obviously badly beaten, and a blonde young man poked his head out of it with a tired face: "Caught in an ambush, there are at least twenty BTXs over there, and we only have five MF1s and two hundred hapless mecha infantry, and they are used as supper...... Good thing I ran fast. ”

"Yes, Sergeant Borg, you've always been fast...... Everyone else is dead? ”

"Two lucky guys were left behind," Sergeant Borg said, gesturing inside, "and we got out...... Hey, Thompson, you don't like you're welcoming me back? ”

The soldier known as Thompson sighed, "You'll find out in a moment." The entire camp is now spreading, and it is estimated that the head of the regiment will officially announce the news in a while. ”

"What's more serious than the annihilation of one of our mixed teams due to an intelligence leak?"

"It's too much."

Hearing this, Sergeant Borg could only shrug his shoulders, bow his head to his body, and say, "Okay Hunter, let's go back and see how unlucky it can be." ”

The scarred battle spider slowly walked into the base, and then the base gate closed.

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The battle spider with its skull painted was parked outside a maintenance workshop, and two stunned soldiers sat motionless in the mud next to them.

"Hey, private, you've known the group of comrades who have turned into meat for less than three months, you don't need to be so depressed, you will get used to it slowly, the highest level is that you don't even care if you die." Borg patted a soldier's head and comforted, seeing that the soldier didn't react, he was also bored, turned his head and asked the person next to him, "Where is the old man?" ”

"Probably somewhere again, you know him."

"Was it so much a waste of life that people used to have?" Borg sighed, "It's been four months, and I can't change his personality." ”

Just then, the radio in the camp went off.

"Guys, I'm Lieutenant Colonel Christensen, the commander of the 475th Mecha Regiment in the 7th War Zone, and I'm sure you all know my name." A middle-aged man's voice came over the radio, "But it will soon become unimportant." ”

"What?" Borg grunted as he pulled out a cigarette and shoved it into his mouth.

"There may already be people who know about the above scheme, and there may be people who don't...... I'll just talk about it here. The lieutenant colonel's voice paused, "The Seventh Theater Command and the Allied Forces have reached an agreement that they will formally surrender in 24 hours - yes, we surrendered, and the generals surrendered while we were still fighting bloody battles on the front line. ”

There was shouting and scolding in the camp, but it was not enthusiastic, and more people were numb in their faces, apparently hearing the wind a long time ago.

Only Borg spread his hands to the people around him in shock: "Hell, what the hell is going on?" Surrender? ”

"yes...... It's surrender, man. The soldier said coldly, "We heard about it just two hours after your squad left. ”

"Bastard." Borg muttered to himself.

The lieutenant colonel's voice continued: "I received a direct order from the command and must obey, so I now announce that all combat missions of the 475 Mecha Regiment are canceled, and all personnel are on standby in the base." ”

Borg looked to the side, and his black driver, Hunter, was walking over with a grim face: "Sergeant, are we going to surrender?" ”

"Vote for him, uncle." Borg said.

But at this moment, the lieutenant colonel seemed to have made up his mind, and his voice was a little louder: "Although I must stay here and suffer the humiliation of surrender, you are not necessarily. I still have thirty minutes to give a new combat order, all those who are not willing to accept surrender, you must leave the base within thirty minutes, I will mark you as a covert combat mission, unable to accept new external orders, so that you can leave the seventh theater and go to the adjacent fifth theater, where the fighting is very hard, but the fifth theater command has never been in the habit of negotiating compromises, I think it will be more suitable for those who are unwilling, and those who want to leave a life will stay in the base with me. ”

Hunter whispered, "Sergeant, do you hear me, we can leave!" ”

"Of course...... I kind of like this old guy before, I didn't think he was so good before. Borg replied in a low voice.

"Thirty minutes later, I will lose all authority, and those who leave the base will be attacked by the 7th Theater of Operations and the Allied Army for not carrying out the armistice order, you have no reinforcements, no supplies, and all the enemy along the way, until you enter the 5th Theater...... I want you to think about whether you will survive the humiliation of the moment or whether you will step into the land of death. ”

The gate of the base was reopened, and many people's eyes were turned outside, but no one had left for a while.

"Sergeant, how do you decide?" Hunter turned his head and asked, he had long been accustomed to leaving all the decisions to his commander, and he only needed to carry out the orders.

Borg frowned and was silent, but at this time, a bearded soldier walked over: "Borg, if you want to leave, that spider can't be repaired in half an hour, I suggest you can change it, anyway, there must be enough vacant spiders in the base now, not everyone is willing to risk their lives to leave." ”

Borg glanced at him: "What about you?" Old Charles, are you leaving? ”

Charles shrugged: "I'm not leaving, I'm going to take this opportunity to apply for retirement." ”

"Decommissioning...... Oh yes, you've reached the age of service. Borg patted his head, "Maybe we won't meet again in the future, so I'll wish you the life you want." ”

A smile appeared under Charles's beard: "I'll go find you a car in the best condition." ”

By the time Charles left, Hunter couldn't wait to get excited: "We're leaving?" ”

"Of course you have to go...... But find the old man first! Borg replied, "This time it's really going to be a fate, and I can't do it without him." ”

Hunter nodded again and again when he said this: "That's right, he must be found, even if he doesn't want to go, we have to tie him up, without him, we don't want to go to the fifth war zone alive!" ”

"Who are you kidnapping?" A voice rang out nearby, followed by a dark-haired young man. In this barracks, which is filled with whites and blacks, his yellow skin and black hair are clearly a little conspicuous.

"Old man, did you hear the radio?" Hunter said, "What are you going to do?" ”

The young man asked, "What about you?" ”

"We're leaving." Borg replied, "I want you to come with us, we need your abilities." ”

"I knew you couldn't stand this......, Captain," the young man sighed, "Who called me your co-pilot?" Of course, if you want to go, you will go together, anyway, I don't have any feelings for this seventh war zone. ”

The muscles on Borg's face, which had been tense, suddenly relaxed.

"Seriously, old man, I'm relieved to have you."

"Now that we're grasshoppers on a rope, can we change our nickname? I'm only 25 years old. ”

"No, you were born in the 20th century." Borg laughed, "More than a hundred years older than me." ”

"That's not my fault, don't mention this, okay, I'm going to sue you for discrimination!"

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“ok！” Borg threw away the brush in his hand and announced with satisfaction, "The 'Deathbringer' team is ready to go!" ”

The side of the mechanical spider in front of him was painted with a crooked skull and an equally horrible word, "daeth," which was about the limit of what a formally educated adult could write the ugliest.

The black-haired young man who had been watching from the side twitched: "Commander, is that word misspelled?" ”

"It's just the misspelling that will make people impressive!" Borg had already gotten into the cab, and the voice came through the horn, "Okay old man, what are you waiting for, let's go!" ”

The black-haired youth smiled bitterly, grabbed the handle of the mechanical spider, and turned over and jumped onto the war machine.

The mechanical spider let out a slight roar, and the mechanical limbs worked together to hold the main cabin up, and now it was a five-meter-tall behemoth that could easily crush a company of infantry on the battlefield.

A grimacing captain stood at the gate of the base, allowing the Battle Spider to pass by him and merge with the rest of the people leaving the base.

He then transmits the data back to the host in the command room.

"Mixed Task Force 6 data update, join the MF1 Battle Spider. Crew members: Sergeant Borg Ansol, Private First Class Hunter Malik, Private Zhao Yu. ”

The lieutenant colonel looked at the words that popped up on the screen, and his eyebrows moved: "Zhao Yu? Is that the 'old man'? Did he go along? It's also good...... Let the Confederates suffer a little more. ”

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In a pitch-black room, there was only a small red point of light that kept flickering.

Suddenly, a soft voice came from the air, and the words it spat out did not belong to any civilization on Earth, and even humans could not even learn how to pronounce them.

And with this sound, a green point of light lit up next to the red point of light, which also flickered non-stop.

The message that belongs only to the communicator is being transmitted.

- Lake, they're already on their way.

――Is this the goal?

-- Confirmed. We hope you will be able to evacuate as soon as possible.

- They won't attack me openly yet, unless they're crazy.

- They don't have to attack you, just the consequences they cause can break you. We have many of our peers who have confirmed this with their own experiences.

But that's why I can't leave, and that's why I'm here.

- Well, I don't think it's possible to persuade you, so please be careful, we'll do our best to support you, but it's too far away for military support to arrive in time.

- Harms, how much time do I have?

-- If you use Earth Time, it's about 95 days. Lake, it's too late, you can't help these people.

- So, did they fail?

- Yes, once.

- Thank you very much, Harms, for giving me renewed hope.

-- But only once. And the number of times they succeeded was twenty thousand and four hundred and twenty. Lake, I have to remind you that no matter how you want to help the people here, you can't break the rules.

- I know, but I'm not going to give up.

- Good luck, Ryker.

The green light went out.

The silence in the air lasted for about a minute, the door to the room was opened, and a figure slowly walked out.

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