Not everyone was in the mood to respond to Xiong Linquan's rough statement, Xi Peng and Cong Symbol, as well as a few sons and daughters of big people, had been sitting in the shadows of the corner, avoiding the strange moon above their heads, watching all this silently, occasionally lowering their eyes.
Xi Peng's face was a little haggard and pale, he was almost killed by the Imperial people in the meadow today, and he was slapped to the ground by Xu Le, so he was lucky enough to pick up a surname, and at this time, thinking back to the dangerous scene at that time, his body was still cold.
He wiped the dried mud off his face with his fingers, lowered his head and spat on it, and said, "Give me a cigarette." ” Cong Symbol was slightly stunned, turned around and went into the room to take out a few boxes of cigarettes wrapped in pure white paper, tore them open, handed them to Xipeng, took one in his own mouth, and threw the remaining boxes to his companion next to him.
Smoke swirled in the night, and a few red points of light flickered and dimmed, and there was no sound except for the occasional coughing sound.
Whether they were born with a golden spoon in their mouth, a silver coin in their hands, or dirt, young soldiers who went to the front lines and saw the lives and deaths that really happened around them would start smoking, even if they had been staunch supporters of the quit campaign.
This is a special cigarette specially supplied by the logistics department of the Ministry of Defense, and the white cigarette case and cigarette body do not have any markings.
The special cigarettes are spicy and mellow, and they are not bad, but Xipeng's sons and daughters would never smoke this level of stuff before.
However, today, for some reason, while coughing and inhaling violently, they felt that this spicy and knife-like taste was really good.
Xi Peng pressed the cigarette butt to refill the second cigarette, and it was not until his lungs were burned with some pain that he was freed from the fear of the day.
He frowned slightly, looked at the room in the distance that was obscured by the light, but had a strong smell of tobacco, thought of the slap he received on the meadow, and thought of Lieutenant Colonel Xu, who was about the same age as himself, no matter what this guy thought, but he at least did what he had promised before the expedition, and was the last to retreat.
Five days later, the night before the second mission of the 7th Combat Group was still as silent and peaceful as the previous nights, just like the quiet night in a mountain village, faintly hearing the sound of running water in the distant stream, but unfortunately there were no golden wild rice fields around the base.
On the training ground in front of the side of the barracks, dozens of soldiers are trying to learn how to make some special precision tools and guns.
According to the arrangement in the manual, they were divided into several teams, some of which were holding heavy manual air pressure valves and working hard to excavate the ground, some of which were to assemble various electronic parts in the shortest possible time according to the regulations, and then handed them into those small holes about three meters deep, some of which were responsible for band monitoring and signal mixing and annihilation, and some of which were responsible for the final ground camouflage.
A middle-aged man with curly hair stood at the front of the barracks, issuing specific orders and corrective instructions to each group through the infantry communication system in his hand.
This is one of the most important tasks of the federal military on the three fallen stars, quietly rebuilding the electronic surveillance network under the nose of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, so that the light of the charter can cover as many ground areas as possible as soon as possible.
From time to time, there was a slight shudder on the ground, and there was a low, concise verbal call, and the cooperation between several groups, although still a little rusty, was noticeably getting faster and faster.
To infiltrate the pan-no-man's land between the Federation and the Empire to install an electronic surveillance network, the most important thing is stealth and speed.
"Probably what happened on the meadow that day stimulated these boys and buddies to know what they had to do to survive."
Magnolia stood beside Xu Le and said softly: "Since the next day, they have begun to consciously practice, of course, these boys are most concerned about firearms, and Da Xiong is now a red man in the barracks." ” Xu Le smiled and glanced down at the list of technical manuals in his hand.
In the past five days, he has been busy communicating with his colleagues in the Fruit Shell Engineering Department in the Star Circle of the capital about the use of miniature turbines for mechas, and he also needs to master the extremely complex technical regulations of the Charter Bureau, and he really didn't notice that the attitude of the seven groups of recruits has changed.
Putting away the list of technical manuals, he glanced at the middle-aged official in front of the team This person is a special technical officer of the Charter Bureau, and he is responsible for guiding the installation and commissioning of the charter network throughout the process, and the seven groups must ensure the arrangement of this person to complete their mission work, and the last time he retreated from the meadow, Magnolia did not hesitate to arrange for this Charter Bureau official to leave first.
Seeing this silent Chartist officer, he naturally thought of the mysterious Chartist Bureau, and the federal central computer under the Choral Bureau.
The Federation has made great determination to re-establish the surveillance network, and the Charter Bureau has invested huge manpower and material resources, and on 163 planets alone, there are many teams like seven such teams, risking their work.
Once the nodes are connected and the Charter's glory returns to the frontier planets, the end of the Imperial Expeditionary Force is coming.
For Xu Le personally, this matter has another important significance, that is, he can reconnect with the old guy with a mechanical mind and a human face at any time.
Thinking of this section, he said to that being in his heart: "Tomorrow I will help you renew your severed limb, do you have any thoughts?"
The central computer flashed a line of white words in his left eye: "The term for the Charter Bureau is to grow mushrooms." ” Xu Le almost burst out laughing.
"Tomorrow's mission is to leave at 6 o'clock in the evening, and I will come back in the early morning.
Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, the medium-range missiles that pose the greatest threat to the Imperials should not appear, but now the network on our side is very seriously deficient, and the positioning in the target area can only rely on the short-band locator in the hand, and there may be problems. ” Bai Yulan saw that his expression was silent and a little strange, thinking that he was worried about tomorrow's task, and explained a few words.
"It's a pity that I can't use a mech."
Xu Le came back to his senses, shook his head and said: "Can't let the imperial people find some traces, no heavy equipment can take us These teams are like little girls who grow mushrooms in the night, how long will it take to plant this planet full of mushrooms?"
Magnolia glanced at him with a strange expression, looked at Xu Le's serious expression, and confirmed that the other party really didn't know about the famous joke, so she had to lower her head.
"Although the extremely expensive drugs were approved by the medical officer in exchange for my signature, I still wonder that the equipment supply of this remote diamond-shaped base seems to be much better than I imagined."
Xu Le turned his head to look at Magnolia and said, "And the air support on the meadow that day, don't you think it's a little weird."
"It's weird, indeed."
Magnolia replied succinctly: "The fighter support that day came in time, and even felt too timely, those all-domain fighters seemed to have been wandering in the stratosphere, not caring about wasting energy quotas at all, just waiting for us to get into trouble." ” "It's not that we want to get into trouble, but the command doesn't dare to let us get in trouble."
Xu Le said calmly: "It's not just a matter of being too timely.
For the sake of our combat group that has just reached 100 people, the command actually sent more than a dozen fighters over, if the Federation really has such a luxurious combat ratio, where can there be any need for the charter bureau officials to frown, and directly let the fighters and mecha push over flat, and they can also bulldoze the fortifications of those imperial people. ” "Looks like there's someone up there covering us."
Magnolia raised her head and looked up at the night sky, the stars on the blue and almost black sky were like dots, not dense.
He thought with a quiet expression, the president, the god of war, the minister of defense, those are all people above the small boss.
As if guessing what he was thinking, Xu Le smiled slightly and said, "I don't think the Ministry of National Defense's arrangement is aimed at me, in my opinion, Mr.
President doesn't want these old soldiers to really die." ” Magnolia was silent for a moment and nodded.
The seven groups came to the most dangerous fallen star in the border of Xilin, not only because of the needs of the war itself, but also because of the political needs of the capital star circle.
President Pabur stood on the side of the people and sent these sons to the front line to fight blood, but if these sons were really covered in blood, with heavy casualties or even death, the anger of those high-ranking people in the Federation would distort the world into something "We have a mission cycle of at least three and a half months."
Bai Yulan turned her head to look at Xu Le, and said seriously: "On the battlefield, it is impossible for the Ministry of Defense to really send a team of fighters to be nannies for those boys every day, we still have to be careful." ” "Hmm."
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Xu Le looked at the recruits who looked very serious not far away, looking at the more and more skillful work in their hands, a faint sense of heaviness swelled in his heart, and said: "Although I don't like these boys, I don't want to see them die, but in fact, someone will definitely fall, maybe there will be you and me." ” In the night, this young man from Donglin was rarely feeling a sense of life, but was interrupted by the radio stick handed over by him.
The reporter from the Venus Documentary Factory of the Ministry of National Defense looked at Xu Le curiously, and asked in a low voice: "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, do you have any thoughts on the second mission that will start tomorrow I noticed that you have been watching the training of those recruits just now, have you also noticed their emotional changes these days, do you think this change can really be transformed into combat effectiveness?"
Seeing the reporter and the cameraman behind him, Xu Le put on his sunglasses very quickly, frowned slightly and said seriously: "My idea is that if you can not follow us every day, then these recruits should have a much better chance of surviving." ” That's what he really said.
Under the strict orders of the Ministry of Defense, the seven groups could not get rid of this camera group that had been simplified to the extreme, and in the middle of the battle, they also needed to take care of these two non-combatants, which really made him and the seven groups of veterans feel extremely unhappy.
"Also, don't forget the tripartite agreement between Guoke headquarters and the Venus Documentary Studio and the Federal News Channel."
Xu Le pushed the camera lens aside and said, "No footage can be broadcast without my permission." ” "I can understand that, but I don't understand why you turned down the news channel's request to go live."
The military correspondent was well aware of the influence of the young lieutenant colonel in front of him, but he was still puzzled that he had turned down such an excellent opportunity.
Xu Le didn't answer this question, turned around and left directly, silently thinking in his heart that he was not an invincible Du Shaoqing, just a combat supervisor with the rank of lieutenant colonel, and more importantly, fighting always kills, and should not be made into something like a TV series for people to watch, excited, scream or mourn.
To be continued: