Most Wanted [Interstellar]

Chapter 33

"Petrov, what is the newcomer doing?"

"Killing automaton-controlled armor."

Locke made a twitching expression when he heard this: "What a conscientious and good employee."

"Hey, rookie..." Locke said.

"I won't waste ammunition, and I didn't delay the team's progress." The recruit ignored their cynicism, and continued to kill the ancient mechs that appeared from time to time.He was right, his movements were skilled, and he looked like an old hand, "I will be the man with the highest combat points today, Sergeant Lott, and I will rise to the rank of captain very quickly, so that I don't have to fight with him." You stay together."

"Ah, you mean that if I can work harder, I won't have to pay my age to be a sergeant." Lott took out a small bottle from his military bag while maintaining his flight speed. He opened the small bottle and took a sip, " Captain? Haha, it seems that you still don’t know how to be a soldier, Captain, Laura, there is an ambitious young man in our team.”

"Be careful, there are already casualties." Luo La motioned everyone to look at the latest report on the monitor.

There are dots of red on the map, and it seems that the infantry camps that landed have been counterattacked to varying degrees.Some of them were presumably killed by these still controlled automatons.Judging from the age group, most of them are recruits who joined the war only this time.This is necessary. Only recruits who survive the battlefield will become veterans, and no amount of other methods of training will succeed.

The rookie in Lola's team expressed disdain for this. He was the top ten recruit in his class, and he was completely different from these broilers.He felt that killing these automatic mechs was as easy as the daily training machines of the military academy. The only thing that made him uncomfortable was the... old... grenadier next to him.

"What are you drinking?"

He's been hiccupping since just now.

"Hic!" Locke yelled again, "Good thing, would you like a sip?" He handed him the bottle.

"Mech antifreeze?!" The newcomer was shocked when he saw the label.

"I call it vodka, hiccup!" Locke was already a little drunk, "Would you like some? I just stole three bottles."

The rookie saw that Captain Lola, who had pushed him off the aircraft, caught the bottle that Locke threw, and then bit off the cap and took a sip like it was a normal thing... Defend!freeze!liquid! ... At this moment, he really collapsed... He didn't expect that the No. [-] Squadron, whose number was so high, turned out to be such a group of thieves, lunatics, drunkards and idiots.

"We are less than 300 meters away from the destination. Everyone, please pay attention. Except for the station and a few tall buildings next to it, it is almost a plain, which is not good for us." Antifreeze is good, but bad breath after drinking too much. Put the small bottle back into the bag, "Now everyone gather, I will have a pre-war meeting."

Her team turned off flight mode and gathered around.The area where they fought was a huge oil field. At that time, only a few thousand professional workers worked and lived here, so the residential area and living facilities were not rich.The previous heavy mech battles destroyed almost all the buildings, and the few high-rise buildings next to the station were probably left behind for the convenience of the air force's bombing positioning.Compared with the dilapidated buildings in the cold, the station was built magnificently enough, probably as a kind of psychological compensation for the local staff.

I don't like street fighting, Lalo said to himself after looking around, but it's still exciting if the opponent is an artificial intelligence.

"Sasha, Dimitri, Rania, you outflank to the right side of the station to hide, Tajiri, Ruby, Vekki, you go to the left side, get your anti-armor guns and hand-held howitzers ready." Laura began Issue her combat orders.

"Yes!"

"Tanya, Mikhail, you two take the rest of the people around this baseline to prepare two penetrating trenches going east and west. There are no less than four hidden points in the trenches, five false firepower points, and five real firepower points. , the fake firepower point must be made more realistic, after all, the prototype machine is not those stupid alien creatures, and it will be completed within 10 minutes." After she finished speaking, she turned her head and pointed to the three people next to her, "Petrov, Locke, what else? With you, recruit, the three of you will be responsible for attracting firepower for a while."

"Yes!"

The recruit's expression was very reluctant: "What about her?"

"Silly, she is the commander, of course she is the commander." Petrov is relatively tasteful, he does not drink antifreeze, "Lock, don't drink it, your mouth stinks."

"Yeah, we attracted artillery fire, and she hid in the building by herself." The recruit muttered, "And how can she be sure that this is the battle point? Assault operations and fortifications...I haven't heard of it..."

Mikhail, who had already started digging, came over and kicked him: "If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you out of here, and use you to try to see if you have firepower in advance! Work!"

The recruit had no choice but to start working: "Why choose us..." He was very dissatisfied in his heart, and the work of attracting firepower was really dangerous and useless.

"You are really a fool," Locke's mouth smelled of motor oil mixed with alcohol, "Because you are a light machine gunner, and I am a grenadier!"

"I am a light gunner," Petrov added.

The combat images of Famagusta were displayed in real time on the large screen of the military headquarters. When the number of casualties increased to a certain value, the speed of the value change slowed down.

"The recruits are almost dead." Galen explained to Annie.

There will be one to six recruits in a squadron, and the current casualties of each squadron are roughly in line with this number.Most people who lived in peace probably couldn't accept such a calm description of death. Although Annie was just sitting in the command room, her palms were unconsciously sweating.

"Captain Lola is also inside?" Perhaps because of a few words, she was more concerned about this person's life and death than others.

"She..." Galen checked the battle list, "She is already on the battlefield, in this area, here is an oil field." Galin selected the battle screen of the Seventh Squadron alone, "You don't want to participate anyway. Commander, if you want to see her, just watch her on the small screen."

"What are they doing?"

The other squadrons are searching, but this squadron seems to be digging.

Galen also moved his face closer: "Oh... interesting... Squadron numbers are ranked according to strength, and Laura's squadron is ranked seventh. She is a very powerful person. Look, the recruits in their squadron are still alive .”

Although they have all stayed in the military headquarters, their routes are completely different. Galen has developed into the adjutant of the marshal, while Laura has been commanding operations on the front line. Few people can survive the latter path until they are discharged from the army.Although modern life no longer distinguishes between men and women in the classical sense, Annie still unconsciously believes that long-haired beauties like Lola should be protected in terms of the battlefield.

While she was still thinking about Lola's cake shop, Galen pointed to the screen: "Look, their light gunners have launched an attack."

Petrov in the trench fired a cannon towards the main entrance of the station building, and the station building, which was still quiet just now, suddenly burst into the sound of cannons.This is indeed the ambush point designed by the prototype machine. If they rush in rashly, the consequences will be disastrous.

Locke had already sobered up. While firing various functional ammunition to interfere with the enemy, he cooperated with the recruit machine gunner to shift positions.

"Okay, go back to the hiding place." Luo La looked at the battlefield with the gun scope in the building, "Let them fire for a while."

This is easy to say, how many fire/cannons are hidden in the building, and the fire/arrows/bombs hit layer by layer, almost blowing them flat.

"How long will it take!" The recruit felt his ears were bleeding from the shock.

"Shut up!" Lott spat out a mouthful of dirt, "You talk too much!"

"Don't move the flanks yet, Mikhail, you should destroy the current firepower first." Lola said while taking out a small bottle to take another sip, "Sure enough, it's a sneak attack, this is an omega that likes to make ambushes, I like."

The existing firepower points were destroyed by Mikhail's armor-piercing/projectiles, but the matter was not over yet. More shells were fired from other places, which seemed denser than before.The sound of gunfire was deafening, and the burning/burning/bombing turned a large area in front of the station into a sea of ​​​​flames.

"Stand up," Petrov said, lifting the screaming recruit to the machine gun during a break in the artillery fire. "shooting!"

The shells exploded endlessly on this small piece of land, and the station square was blown down to a depth of one meter as a whole.

"What are they doing?" Annie was as puzzled as the recruits.

"Although the ambush is cunning, since it is an ambush, the opponent's cards must be limited. I think the reason why the second-generation machine put Lola here is probably because it thinks that Lola is more skilled than the prototype machine. She is not cute. Miss Cake."

As Galen said, Laura's team emerged from the fire again and again, as if they couldn't be killed. When the density of the artillery fire reached its peak, the two flanking teams began to clear the hidden buildings one by one under her command. The fixed turret, self-propelled artillery, until the "hole cards" of the prototype machine are all empty.

"It's a great record, and there are no casualties." Galen in the control room couldn't help applauding his outstanding classmates.

The battlefield on the screen temporarily returned to tranquility, and Anne breathed a sigh of relief after seeing everyone climbed out of the trenches.After a while, another good news came - the No. 30 Ninth Squadron found the prototype machine in the battle, and now it has completed the mission of killing it.The image of the killing scene replaced other images to occupy the main position of the big screen.

The prototype machine...is dead?

Laura's display screen also received this message: "According to the instructions... we are closing the team... Wow! What did I see!" She noticed that the contact window was flickering, "Is it Miss Schubert? You have been looking at Looking at me? Wow, I'm so excited!" Lola began to brush her long silver hair while making all kinds of cute expressions on the screen, "I'm so happy! Hey! Come on the channel! I want to show you the lovely Miss Schubert, I just met! Miss Schubert, don’t be shy, don’t hang up! Listen to us and say hello to you together...Everyone, listen to my order and say hello together... ...Not neat, start again! Are you idiots who haven't eaten..."

Annie didn't have time to pay attention to Laura's greeting. She looked at the time and saw that six hours had passed since the battle... the prototype machine... died?

The prototype machine was dead. He was found in the underground hiding room of the No. [-] control center of the old military headquarters, and was shot dead on the spot.The big screen showed clearly that the squadron that killed him was taking pictures of his body, and the rapid identification team had arrived, and the genetic report they gave also showed that everything was consistent.

The prototype machine died, and the original ten-hour battle plan ended in six hours.

The new is destined to triumph over the old.

Sure enough.

It's a pity that Erwin, who has already cut off the signal, doesn't know anything. The time on his planet passes very slowly, and he feels that only a few minutes have passed.

The only thing he knew for sure was that Schlieffen looked a little impetuous today, but he couldn't say how impetuous he was.

He was just flustered when he was covering him with a blanket, and after covering him, he found a perfunctory reason to go out for a walk.

Go out for a walk, let's go for a walk... Alvin felt more and more lack of energy, he asked the automatic wheelchair to give him some sedative medicine, this time he wanted to sleep longer.

SWEEPS-98167[7] It is "early morning" at this moment, and the chill of "night" is gradually receding. The stars gradually replace the darkness to occupy the sky, and the scenery is beautiful.

Schlieffen stood here alone, his heart was in a mess.

"Mr. Schlieffen, what's the matter with you today?" Ivan followed.

"Why doesn't Alvin like Alpha?" Schlieffen recognized this Ivan, this is Ivan upstairs.

"It's a long story, but I think it's mainly because of Planck."

"Persian leopard?"

"It's you who nicknamed him. Seriously speaking, he is the president of the Academy Federation, not an animal."

"How come...he is his teacher."

"He is his teacher, but he is also the one who abandoned him. In Alvin's words, it probably means: alpha likes to throw away useless things." Evan nuzzled, "I am an artificial intelligence, and I don't care about which gender I prefer , I think there is nothing wrong with Mr. Herman's words."

Yeah, if it's useless, why not throw it away?

"What do you ask for this?"

"It's nothing...you go back, I want to stay by myself for a while."

Machines would not disobey human orders, and Ivan went back, leaving Schlieffen sitting alone under the starry sky.He was leaning on the pile of waste tires in the yard in a daze, he wanted to live, he knew he really wanted to live...he saw a small wooden box beside the waste tires, he knew he was taking it from the mecha The survival kit that came out was hidden there.

He hid it three days ago. At that time, he didn't know what a lottery ticket was, and he only wanted to give him a surprise.

The lottery ticket... He spread his palm... Looking at the small, cheap piece of plastic in his palm, it was printed with beautiful peach patterns and sensational slogans.Now, just lightly scrape away the pattern...

He can live.

He's staring at it like he's staring at a bull's-eye in training.

for a long time,

for a long time……

He snapped off the "ticket" and threw it far away.