Four-diamond trunk, three-stage cylindrical propulsion, fine-tuned tail, built-in mount for securing cargo. Large enough interior space to ensure that each V-3 can fit four "Lancers" or eight "Barbarians".

This is the first time I've seen a V-3, and the giant iron guy in front of me is more like the low-orbit troop assault capsule that you would only have in some science fiction movies than the concept drawings on the blueprints.

This kind of thing, which is still in the experimental stage, will be put into various battlefields as another secret weapon of the General Staff Headquarters, that is, the future royal mount of my unit. At the same time, it provides the corresponding experimental parameters and evaluations for the new tactics and weapons experiments that are about to be completed.

I guess that's one of the reasons why the Riptide Camp is composed of nobility as much as possible. Compared to the commoners, the casualties of the nobles were not affordable by the military department.

Although the training lasted for a year, it was still far from an elite unit in the true sense of the word. It is precisely because of this that the General Staff Headquarters will, after infinite expectations and entanglements, make the decision to first put into the battlefield on the scale of a company. Even if this is the case, it is the result of a long round of deliberation on the circumstances of the incident.

Then, once the combat power is decided, the Imperial Army, as the most sophisticated war machine, begins to exert its function.

In mid-October, the Riptide Battalion, which had been training on the outskirts of the Imperial capital, suddenly disappeared. A few days later, they appeared in Perth Bay, Sukkaran, disguised as ordinary change of guard units. There, the V-3 positions, which had already been arranged, were quietly waiting for their arrival.

In the oversized building, the first volunteers of E Company had to make one last confirmation of the operation method from the technicians, and at the same time prepare for the emergency response after entering the enemy-occupied area.

Outside, the pouring rain hit the tin roof of the factory building with a dense ticking sound. The actual exercise, which was originally reported by Captain Belluken, the battalion headquarters' operational staff officer, was ultimately rejected because it had to hide his whereabouts.

"Major, about the leader of the first echelon, I thought, can you think again. ”

Kakawi, who was the deputy of Company E and my adjutant part-time, quietly bypassed the others and stood behind me. It is the list of volunteers who once again question it.

The reason is still that, let the commander who is also the battalion commander be the leader, and make her, as the deputy of E Company, feel too incompetent, and so on.

"Isn't that already settled? Do you think I'm not capable enough? Or do you think you're more fit to be part of the first wave of incursions? ”

As for this girl, although I felt a little guilty for reprimanding her in such a mean tone. But in this situation, there is no way to do it. Kakawi, who got serious, was too "shaft".

"No, Major, I didn't mean that. Your subordinates have never questioned your abilities, it's just that as a commander, you have more ...... of your own."

(Ahhh......h I know I don't think so. ）

In this case, Kakawi didn't dare to come out with potato chips.

"So be it! As originally planned, you lead the second team. ”

Treat a group of teammates who have their own hands to wear, just like their own children and their own families, and they will not rest assured that they will be handed over to anyone. However, consider the negative impact of exposing one's weak side. In the face of the doubts of my subordinates, I could only end the conversation with the majesty of the chief.

A total of 117 men from Company E were to be transported to the rear of the Norman area in three batches, in addition to the logistical personnel. In other words, after the first wave for pathfinding has successfully landed and sent back a signal, the second and third waves will be sent over at half-hour intervals. In the event of an enemy army, the first group of personnel will be left alone to endure a siege of unknown scale for an hour.

The team members began to hand in letters similar to "suicide notes" one after another, and there was no doubt that everyone's hearts were heavy, and no one could predict what would happen in the next moment until the mission was completed.

But that sense of glory that has been melted into their bones will become the driving force for them to move forward bravely.

"Everybody's ready to board!"

The doors of the V-3 were all opened one after another. "Hey, see you on the other side!" "See you on the other side!" The soldiers sitting in the mecha collided with each other's wrists, telling everything in their hearts.

The hatch began to close, and the exterior was slit sealed by something called "inert*".

"01 Ready OK!"

"02 Ready OK!"

“03......！”

"09 Ready OK!"

The assault chamber began to slowly mount onto the orbital gun mount.

[Major!, can you know who your letter is addressed to?]

A familiar voice sounded over the radio.

My letter is addressed to Ggeren, and since she is also employed in Hermalton, please take care of Yani. Yani has always been a qualified adventurer, and compared to me, Gogran is a qualified mentor.

Four-diamond trunk, three-stage cylindrical propulsion, fine-tuned tail, built-in mount for securing cargo. Large enough interior space to ensure that each V-3 can fit four "Lancers" or eight "Barbarians".

This is the first time I've seen a V-3, and the giant iron guy in front of me is more like the low-orbit troop assault capsule that you would only have in some science fiction movies than the concept drawings on the blueprints.

This kind of thing, which is still in the experimental stage, will be put into various battlefields as another secret weapon of the General Staff Headquarters, that is, the future royal mount of my unit. At the same time, it provides the corresponding experimental parameters and evaluations for the new tactics and weapons experiments that are about to be completed.

I guess that's one of the reasons why the Riptide Camp is composed of nobility as much as possible. Compared to the commoners, the casualties of the nobles were not affordable by the military department.

Although the training lasted for a year, it was still far from an elite unit in the true sense of the word. It is precisely because of this that the General Staff Headquarters will, after infinite expectations and entanglements, make the decision to first put into the battlefield on the scale of a company. Even if this is the case, it is the result of a long round of deliberation on the circumstances of the incident.

Then, once the combat power is decided, the Imperial Army, as the most sophisticated war machine, begins to exert its function.

In mid-October, the Riptide Battalion, which had been training on the outskirts of the Imperial capital, suddenly disappeared. A few days later, they appeared in Perth Bay, Sukkaran, disguised as ordinary change of guard units. There, the V-3 positions, which had already been arranged, were quietly waiting for their arrival.

In the oversized building, the first volunteers of E Company had to make one last confirmation of the operation method from the technicians, and at the same time prepare for the emergency response after entering the enemy-occupied area.

Outside, the pouring rain hit the tin roof of the factory building with a dense ticking sound. The actual exercise, which was originally reported by Captain Belluken, the battalion headquarters' operational staff officer, was ultimately rejected because it had to hide his whereabouts.

"Major, about the leader of the first echelon, I thought, can you think again. ”

Kakawi, who was the deputy of Company E and my adjutant part-time, quietly bypassed the others and stood behind me. It is the list of volunteers who once again question it.

The reason is still that, let the commander who is also the battalion commander be the leader, and make her, as the deputy of E Company, feel too incompetent, and so on.

"Isn't that already settled? Do you think I'm not capable enough? Or do you think you're more fit to be part of the first wave of incursions? ”

As for this girl, although I felt a little guilty for reprimanding her in such a mean tone. But in this situation, there is no way to do it. Kakawi, who got serious, was too "shaft".

"No, Major, I didn't mean that. Your subordinates have never questioned your abilities, it's just that as a commander, you have more ...... of your own."

(Ahhh......h I know I don't think so. ）

In this case, Kakawi didn't dare to come out with potato chips.

"So be it! As originally planned, you lead the second team. ”

Treat a group of teammates who have their own hands to wear, just like their own children and their own families, and they will not rest assured that they will be handed over to anyone. However, consider the negative impact of exposing one's weak side. In the face of the doubts of my subordinates, I could only end the conversation with the majesty of the chief.

A total of 117 men from Company E were to be transported to the rear of the Norman area in three batches, in addition to the logistical personnel. In other words, after the first wave for pathfinding has successfully landed and sent back a signal, the second and third waves will be sent over at half-hour intervals. In the event of an enemy army, the first group of personnel will be left alone to endure a siege of unknown scale for an hour.

The team members began to hand in letters similar to "suicide notes" one after another, and there was no doubt that everyone's hearts were heavy, and no one could predict what would happen in the next moment until the mission was completed.

But that sense of glory that has been melted into their bones will become the driving force for them to move forward bravely.

"Everybody's ready to board!"

The doors of the V-3 were all opened one after another. "Hey, the other side