Body 056.The place where we are buried
Although it is no longer known how many MF-1s Sergeant Borg has replaced, in the opinion of Zhao Yu, who has re-stepped into the cockpit, the interior of this tank is still no different from when he was there. The messy cockpit, the bulkhead with the pictorial of the three vulgar beauties, and the empty co-pilot seat.
The driver, Private Hunter Malik, grinned at Zhao Yu and showed his snow-white teeth: "Old man, this position is reserved for you." β
"Don't you have a co-pilot? The ...... in Weeder Who's coming? Zhao Yu couldn't help but ask.
"Ethan, Ethan Paxton." Hunter replied, "We died during the defense of Weed, when a heavy cannon pierced our cabin and blew up half of the cockpit, and our chariot suits could have stopped the impact, but poor Ethan happened to be wearing no helmet. β
ββ¦β¦ Isn't it our commander who usually dislikes wearing a helmet the most? β
"That's right, so I think God is really unfair sometimes."
"I hear it all." Sergeant Borg reminded, "Hunter, get on my way!" Run as far as this thing can run! β
The "Deathbringer" roared even louder and moved forward in the darkness.
Zhao Yu sat back in the driver's seat, and the operating system quickly completed the verification: "Zhao Yu, first class soldier of the 475th Mecha Regiment of the Seventh Theater of the National Army of the West Coast Republic, the identity verification has passed...... Identity refresh ...... Zhao Yu, Private of the 601st Mecha Regiment of the Fifth Theater of the National Army of the West Coast Republic, confirmed the operational authority. β
"It was supposed to be a private of the first class." Zhao Yu muttered unwillingly again, and then was frightened by the dense system alarms on the panel, "Commander, do we have to rush at night?" Overloads and alarms everywhere! β
"Why do you think the Confederates haven't caught up? Remember Lieutenant Tony Lee from Hutdick Town? Sergeant Borg replied, "Now that a quarter of the brothers of the Mech Regiment are doing the same thing, we don't have a second to waste. β
Zhao Yu was stunned and looked at the picture from the rear camera. On the night vision goggles, a wall of fire can be faintly seen in the distance.
It was a fighting to the death, and the chariot unit was holding its ground and continuing to fire at the enemy.
"The fighting in the middle of the night has overwhelmed the equipment on both sides, and they have given up the power of the drive in order to ensure the output of firepower." "They've all been exposed, and I don't think we'll have too much time, so the faster we run, the better." β
"Ever since I met you, I haven't been running for my life." Christine, who had been listening, shook her head and found a place to sit at the back of the cockpit, "I'm going to reflect on my life." β
"What the hell is going on now?" Zhao Yu asked, "Are we going...... Las vegas? β
"Yes, Las Vegas, my hometown." Borg tapped a few times on the panel and pulled up a map, "Let me give you a brief overview of what's going on, old man." β
Zhao Yu pouted: ", is it so exaggerated?" It's been less than two days since I came out of San Francisco, right?! β
Most of the Fifth Theater has fallen, including the capital Los Angeles and other places have fallen into the hands of the Union Army, at present, only San Francisco is still organized by the troops of the National Army, the complex mountainous terrain around San Francisco provides a lot of convenience for the defenders, but everyone knows that the loss of the city is only a matter of time, it all depends on how much support Hawaii can provide, for now, a month should be the limit.
In other theaters, the situation is even worse, most of the areas have fallen, only a few relatively large bases are still clinging, just like an island in the ocean, Zhao Yu and the Las Vegas they are about to go to is such an island, it is the only big city in the entire third theater that is still supporting, there are about 50,000 national troops gathered here, led by this force is Lieutenant General Benjamin, who is known for his toughness in the national army, threatening to fight until the last moment, But the remnants of the 601st Mecha Regiment that were heading towards it should be the last Nationalist army unit to make its way to the city.
"That is, we are heading to the center of the enemy's encirclement." Zhao Yu concluded.
"And there can't be reinforcements to relieve the siege." Borg added, "But there's nowhere else to go anyway, and the closest base to us besides Las Vegas is across the entire Nevada desert, so I don't think there's any possibilityβspeaking of which, it's time to talk about your business, right?" β
Zhao Yu blinked innocently: "What? β
"Don't play stupid, old man! What the hell is in that damn research institute? Borg lit a cigarette and puffed out a puff of smoke at Zhao Yu, "If it weren't for this mission, I might have retreated to San Francisco with the large army by now, and if I was lucky, I could have mixed up a ticket to Hawaii, but now I have to go back to my hometown and wait for death, don't you think I need an explanation?" β
Zhao Yu was silent for a few seconds, and was about to organize the language, when Christine spoke lazily: "Tell them, Zhao Yu, there is no need to hide it for Dr. Thomas, whether it is aliens, WPA, the Alliance Army, or the Research Institute...... Anyway, there's not a good thing involved in this matter. β
"Hey, what's going on with the aliens!" Hunter was already shouting from the side, "Did I hear something I shouldn't have heard?" If we know that we will be court-martialed? Sergeant, I advise you to put away your curiosity at once, I think the old man will say something that I will regret for the rest of my life! β
Borg shrugged: "What are you afraid of, we're going to die in battle soon after we go to Las Vegas anyway, and I don't want to go to the grave with questions before that." β
"No, Sergeant, I'm not going to die, I'm going to have a lot of girlfriends! To tell you the truth, I'm going to surrender when the battle is decided! β
"Whatever you want, Hunter." Borg took another puff of his cigarette and turned to stare at Zhao Yu, "Say it, old man, even if you say that you are an alien, I can accept it." β
Zhao Yu also looked at Borg's eyes, and then smiled slightly: "I was relieved to hear this sentence - so where to start, how about starting with Gary Buel Bradley?" No, let's start with ten years ago, when the Atlantic Alliance made contact with another alien civilization. β
Hunter silently turned off the external communications.
In the darkness of the night, the chariots kept making the last noise of protest and stopped, and the drivers climbed out of the completely paralyzed chariot, climbed onto another passing chariot, and sat on the shell with the mech infantrymen, while the mech infantrymen who could not catch the chariot did not even say a superfluous word, turned their armor to energy-saving mode, and moved at the lowest speed, and many people were quickly left behind the team.
Luckily, the "Deathbringer" survived despite the constant alarms, and on several occasions Christine came to the rescue to get the striking system back to work - although even Christine admitted, "I did fix a third of the thing that still works...... And two-thirds of them are purely due to luck! β
But that's not the focus of Borg and Hunt at all.
Borg threw the cigarette butt that burned out at some point into the garbage chute, and spoke with an expression that could not accept reality: "So, old man, most of your body is now pinched by aliens?" β
Zhao Yu nodded: "Yes." β
"Both the Republic and the Alliance continue to be secretly supported by aliens, and aliens from different civilizations?"
"Yes."
"The second test of the aliens' civilization on Earth is coming, and the higher-ups who know about it are still hiding this secret?"
"Yes."
"Gabriel is a robot, and a super soldier designed for the alien assessment...... "Borg's expression turned to sympathy as he said this, "and you're already destined to be one of the unlucky guys to take the test, old man?" β
"Brother is the kind of man who is chosen by fate, how can I drop it." Zhao Yu said angrily, "Why don't you go for me?" β
"No, I'm just wondering if you're going to make it this far." Borg replied, "I don't know when that test will come, but I personally estimate that it would be a miracle that Las Vegas will last a month, and I think there is a good chance that your corpse will be lying with us in the chariot when the aliens come." β
Christine interrupted Borg in surprise: "A month? How can it be? Las Vegas is a big city with 50,000 defenders, and according to the law of urban warfare in the past, it will take at least three months or even more to determine the winner, right? β
"That's on the premise that our rear is not cut off." Borg snorted, "Las Vegas is an island now, and I don't think the Confederates will show mercy...... For them, it makes sense to pull out the nail as quickly as possible, and if they're unlucky, I think they might be able to see some long-sealed mass killer, the kind of thing that is said to be able to raze an entire city to the ground with a single shot. β
"That kind of thing has been around since the 20th century." Zhao Yu said, "Nuclear bomb." β
"No, no, old man, your intelligence is too outdated, nuclear bombs are good in other places, but not in North America, have you forgotten the suppression particles in the sky? It is almost impossible for ballistic missiles to pass through the clouds safely, and there is the same risk of aircraft bombing, and tactical nuclear bombs are still a little less deterrent to the combat vehicles of this era. Borg said a little excitedly, "I think it could be the B-1, a copy of the trick that the Buttermins used against the earthlings back then - maybe less powerful and range, but it should be enough to deal with Las Vegas." β
"The Earth has mastered this technology?" Zhao Yu said in astonishment.
"Who knows, haven't they been secretly working with aliens anyway? Even if I got it, I wouldn't be surprised. β
"Sergeant Borg, old man." Hunter finally couldn't help it, "Please don't discuss such a terrible thing seriously!" Believe it or not, I'll leave you behind and become deserters! β
Zhao Yu shrugged and shut up.
"Don't worry, Hunter." "It's likely that this time it's going to be an inch-by-inch street fight, so we should live longer than a month......," Christine said. Well, if you're lucky. β
Borg wondered, "Why?" β
"Because of the car in front of us." "Dr. Thomas Biggson dragged the most important thing in the institute, the entire Dusk Project, to Las Vegas, and as long as the Confederates wanted the Dusk Project, they had to give up weapons of mass destruction." β
"It doesn't sound much better." Hunter grunted.
I don't know when, the alarm sound of the system disappeared.
The sky is slowly brightening, and the systems that have been disturbed by the suppressed particles are slowly starting to return to normal - of course, there are a few parts of permanent damage that cannot be recovered, but the loss of the "Deathbringer" is insignificant compared to other vehicles, at least it can travel at normal speed.
"When I arrived in Las Vegas, I had to replace the engine, the navigation system, the fire control system...... Damn, this spider should have been a mass of scrap metal two hours ago, and it would be impossible to sustain the rest of the battle! Hunter exclaimed, "Sergeant, do you think we can have a few hours off while the airframe is being refurbished?" β
"I think it's hard," Borg replied, "to turn the camera back and see what's going on up ahead." β
When Zhao Yu heard this, he also pulled the camera in front of him into the distance to determine the meaning of what Borg said.
At the end of the horizon is a gray building, a large city in terms of size, but the city is now full of plumes of smoke and occasional fires.
"Welcome to Las Vegas, our burial place." "The war has begun," said Sergeant Borg. β
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I'm going to move bricks again tomorrow, so I'll catch up with a chapter tonight when I'm free......