Although they knew that the night was diverting the topic, when it came to lunch, the three members of the Blood Prison Commando also felt their stomachs growling, and the bread they ate at four o'clock in the morning had already been wiped out after the previous battle.

"Let's go to dinner first, and after eating, go to the maintenance workshop to see how Joe's mecha is repaired, and how long it will take to complete the repair. Then come back and figure out how to break down that damn 609 transit base, how's that, boss? Garth had a simple idea of what he was going to do in his head, but he still had to ask the top for advice.

Night nodded, got up and walked towards the gate, and said, "Okay, just arrange it according to your plan." The most important thing right now is to fill your stomach. There is a saying that the emperor is not short of hungry soldiers, how can he fight when he is hungry. ”

As senior pilots, the food provided by the army is naturally not much worse. I fiddled with the carrots on my plate at night, thinking that without this thing, today's lunch would be very good. But when I thought of hearing that the ace pilots were going to come to the cafeteria to eat, the head chef who deliberately opened a small stove made it difficult to complain about anything at night. At that time, when he saw the chef enthusiastically put a large portion of carrots into his plate, he even had the heart to cry at night, but he was too embarrassed not to, so he could only accept this turnip, which was three times the amount of a standard pilot's meal. Now I can only poke the radish with my chopsticks in a depressed mood, trying to find a way to dispose of these foods that I hate the most.

Joe, who was on the side, also kept complaining, saying, "We're not pilots anymore, why do you want to give us carrots." It makes me feel like a rabbit now. Call. ”

Garth and Smith on one side complained nothing. It's just that their frowning brows indicate that they don't taste good in their mouths right now.

"Let's get rid of these things secretly." Night proposed, the uncle saw the first ace of the Federation come to his cafeteria to eat, especially added the amount of carrots to Night, the things in front of Night were twice as many as the members of the Blood Prison Commando, no wonder Night was the first to propose to deal with these unpalatable carrots.

The four aces secretly asked a staff member for a few bags, quietly stuffed the carrots in the plate, and then got up and left the cafeteria. If you let the people in the cafeteria see that they are wasting food, you can't do it. So the four of them were going to go to the trash can near the base command room and throw away these turnips.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon that the maintenance personnel went to the command room to inform Qiao that the mecha had been repaired. At this time, Ye had already found a room to take a nap, and the three members of the Blood Prison Commando were playing cards with high interest on the large table in the command room. These guys had forgotten to make a plan of attack, and were all bored waiting for the rearmament personnel to come and inform them.

Joe, who heard that his mecha had been repaired, was naturally the most excited of all, although this guy kept complaining that the maintenance personnel were repairing too slowly, but the smile on his face still told everyone how happy this guy's heart was.

Garth motioned for Smith to accompany Joe to check on the mech, while he walked to the room where he took a nap. It's time to go, this time. Be sure to look good at the Imperial 609 transit base.

When Night, rubbing his sleepy eyes, appears with Garth at the place where the mech is parked, Joe and Smith will finish inspecting Joe's mech. Maintenance staff with sufficient spare parts. If you want to repair an assault soldier, you can still do it easily.

Under Garth's order, the ground crew began to remove the camouflage net on the mecha again, although the Empire's air force is weak, but the Federation's air force cannot guarantee the safety of its own air, after all, the Terard Desert is too big, and it is impossible for five brigades of Hellfire fighters to maintain 64-hour surveillance on such a long front line. It was all the fault of the Mega particles, and the original early warning aircraft with high-precision night arrival was able to do its work under the interference of the Mega particles, and it had to be completely replaced by a large group of fighters. This greatly increased the burden on the Federal Air Force, and at the same time, it also gave Imperial fighters the opportunity to cross the Federation's aerial surveillance network and enter the Federal-controlled area for reconnaissance. The ground crews responsibly put a heavy camouflage net on the mechs in order to prevent the extremely unlikely Imperial fighters from flying over them.

The night was still in a half-asleep state, and it was not suitable to give orders at all, so Garth, who was on the side, took over the command with full authority, while ordering all the infantry to board the vehicles and stand by, and all the pilots to board and set off, and at the same time contacted Tris Air Force Base. Garth felt that it was safer to fly with his own fighters flying over his head during the attack, so that he could not only drive away the fighters that the Empire might have reinforced with secret weapons shelling corrections, but also play a role in large-scale reconnaissance to prevent the cunning Imperial commander from ambushing.

Tris Air Force Base was still very happy in dealing with the reinforcement request of the 177 attack force, and the Skyhawk group on standby was dragged directly from the hangar onto the runway, and after taking off and marshalling, it flew quickly to the 177 outpost.

After the ground crew removed the camouflage net from the mech, and removed all the inspection and charging cables, the three assaults and the King of the Land of the Night joined the armored transport vehicles that had been assembled at the gate of the base and set off for the Imperial 609 transit base again. And above them, 50 Hellfires of the Skyhawk Brigade swept through the sky and began their reconnaissance work.

The Empire's commander still hadn't arranged an ambush, and this shrewd man knew that a squadron of mechs in his hands would not be able to defeat the Bloody Hell Commandos with extremely mobile commandos in the desert. Moreover, this guy sent soldiers to recover the destroyed Land King after the 177 Attack Force retreated, but the news that the scout brought back made the commander very disappointed, the reason why there were only some small wreckage suspected to be fragments of the Federation shield at the scene, and there was no land king who had penetrated a large hole in his chest. This frustrating news made the commander, who had thought that he could step into the ranks of general-level officers, burst into a rage, poured all the champagne in his hand on the face of the liaison soldier, and pulled out his pistol with a murderous face and aimed it at the soldier who was already trembling with fear.

"Damn bastard, how dare you lie about the military. You must be a spy for the Federation. Trying to cover up the news of the Grim Reaper's muttering killing. The commander said with a hideous face.

The liaison soldier faces the muzzle of the black hole. kept shaking his head and said: "Boss, I am definitely not a spy of the Federation, there is nothing you described at the scene, there are really only a few pieces of shield armor fragments, I didn't deceive you." You can get those scouts to confront me, I really didn't lie to you. ”

The commander still pointed a gun at the soldier in front of him who was constantly arguing, and said through gritted teeth: "How is that possible." The murmur of the Grim Reaper could not have moved its position during the shelling, and there was no error in our ballistic calculations. How could it not have hit. Damn, you must not want to see me become a glorious imperial general, so you deliberately concealed the military information, didn't you? The commander's hand holding the gun was trembling slightly, and the index knuckle of the trigger was already a little white, which was a sign of force.

"No, chief." The adjutant on one side quickly snatched the gun from the commander's hand. The adjutant who had been following his head for many years knew that with the character of his boss, he would definitely shoot and kill the soldier in front of him, and the reason why the news brought by this person hit him too hard. The adjutant followed him from the time of the commander to the commander of a major who had just graduated from a military school. I know that my boss has an almost crazy obsession with being promoted to a general-level officer. This madness made the commander even more enthusiastic about the war after becoming a colonel, and took the initiative to apply to come to the first line of the battlefield to get military merit. And with the wisdom of this adult. His achievements were already one step away from being promoted to major general, and yesterday the Imperial Military High Command sent a telegram of encouragement, saying that with only one more victory, several colonels would be able to enter the ranks of imperial generals with honor. This telegram of encouragement led the colonel to set his sights on the Union forces attacking his 609 transit base, especially at night. The Colonel wanted to commemorate his honor as a distinguished Imperial Major General with the life of the Federation's first ace as the best gift he had ever given to the Imperial War Department.

The colonel, who let his lieutenant take away his weapon, also calmed down, and he would not blame the adjutant who had followed him throughout his military career. The reason why he knew that his loyal friend must have been in the case of his own gaffe before he would act against him, so he immediately began to reflect on his behavior and calmed down as quickly as possible.

"I'm sorry, soldier. I'm so excited. The Colonel, who realized his mistake, apologized without hesitation to the liaison, who was too frightened to speak, and then he called the guards to send the poor fellow back to the dormitory.

"Inform Tyranse's Air Force that we need their help and have them come anyway." The colonel said to his adjutant.

The adjutant bowed slightly, and said, "Tell them that we want to kill the first trump card of the Federation, so I don't fear that they won't come." "The tacit understanding after many years of cooperation allowed the adjutant to understand his boss's ideas at the first time and supplement them.

The two of them looked at each other and laughed, in their opinion, the beam cannon with the warplane's correction must be able to reduce the Grim Reaper, which terrifies the Imperial pilots, to the tiniest atom.

"This is the first commando of the second squadron of the Skyhawk, we found the Imperial fighters, repeat, we found the Imperial fighters, number, a commando, ask for permission to attack." A formation of Imperial fighters appeared in the airspace of the Skyhawk Brigade, and these fighters were the first batch of Imperial fighters to take off, and in the sky behind them, small black dots began to appear one after another.

"Damn, correct the number, at least a brigade, and the number of enemy aircraft is still increasing, we need reinforcements, chief." The pilot, who was originally a little excited to see his opponent, frightened the group of planes that appeared behind the three black dots, and even the sound of the announcement trembled a little. In the past, the Federation used to bully the Empire's Prue with its superior air force, but now the situation is completely reversed, this is probably the first time that there are more Imperial fighters than Federation fighters on New London.

"This is the Skyhawk Brigade, call Unit 177, do you hear that?" The captain of the Aquila group even shortened the salutation to call the troops below.

"Here is Unit 177, it's clear. Skyhawk Brigade, what's going on? Night wondered why the pilot's voice was a little flustered, he didn't think that there was something in the Empire on New London that could make the Federation's eagles in the sky panic.

"A large number of enemy fighter troops, estimated to be the size of one and a half groups, are approaching us." The captain of the Aquila team gave a brief report on the situation in the air.

"What?" Ye couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the news, he didn't believe that the number of Imperial fighters could surpass the Federation Army on the battlefield.

Ye, who received an affirmative reply from the captain of the Aquila Group again, realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately contacted Tris Air Force Base and said: "This is the 177 Attack Force, Tris Air Force Base, we have found a brigade of Imperial fighters, and we need support, please send two more brigades of fighters over." ”

"What? 177 attack troops, the Tris Air Force does not understand your intentions. Obviously, the commander of the airbase was not convinced either, but he was very cautious in asking for a repetition at night.

"Damn, hurry up and send two more brigades of fighters." Ye also saw the black dot in the sky, and hurriedly yelled at the contact.

"But chief, we don't have a lot of reserve fighters in our base." The commander of the Tris base said with a sad face. The operation on the whole line has overloaded this base and her pilots.

"Then bring in everything that can fly." Night said angrily while motioning for the Aquila Brigade and his own troops to retreat.

"But we can't leave reserves at the base, what if there is an emergency." The commander of the base was still nagging, he didn't want to have no soldiers in his hands.

"Stupid, idiot, stupid pig, the guys in the Air Force are all fools." The commander of the Imperial 609 transit base pointed to the Imperial fighter planes flying on the huge display screen in the huge command room and shouted, "These bastards have scared the troops of the Federation away, what are we fighting?" Is the range of our beam cannons infinite when the pigs are swarmed? Is it unaffected by the planet's atmosphere? God, it's no wonder our Air Force can't compete with the Federation for the blue skies, it's all in the hands of these damn bugs. ”

"Chief, please don't get too excited, the forces of the Federation will definitely attack us, and their retreat is only temporary." The adjutant could only comfort his boss in this way, and at the same time, he kept cursing the commander of the Tyranse Air Force Base in his heart. The adjutant in the previous liaison had already made it clear that he was asking for a certain number of fighters to be used as artillery corrections, but he didn't expect that Tyrans Air Base, which was originally reluctant to send fighters, heard that the target of the sniper was the Grim Reaper's murmur, and actually sent all his fighters, completely destroying the plan of the 609 transit base. (To be continued......)