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   Chapter 16 Mission Impossible

   "Report!" Holding the helmet in his arms, Fisher knocked on the oak door in front of him.

   "Please come in!"

  Fisher opened the door, and oncoming was a burst of rising smoke and the pungent smell of cigarettes.

  Fisher coughed twice, and finally fanned the smoke before he could see the person sitting on the opposite couch.

The shriveled skin is like tree bark, and on this tree bark, a scarlet mechanical eye is scanning everything in front of you. Below the electronic eye is a tall hooked nose and a cigar hanging obliquely. Big mouth.

  He was wearing a red and black space suit, with a pair of crossed golden sword oak leaves on his neck, and more than a dozen medals that Fisher did not recognize on his left chest.

   "Sir?" Although subconsciously told him that the man in front of him was familiar with him, Fisher still raised it cautiously.

   "Well, it looks like the food on Earth is good!" The old general sat up straight, looked up and down Fisher, and nodded approvingly.

"Uh, it is indeed like this!" Mars has not yet fully completed the atmosphericization of the environment, so the progress of agricultural development is very slow. The crops produced by soilless cultivation farms will be added with various trace elements and then made into nutritional cream. It tastes like soap. Except for a slightly salty taste, only high-level people can enjoy real food, but these officers who go to study on Earth can eat natural and non-polluting specialties every day. Therefore, it is not a case that the Martian officer defected because of the meal.

   "Hmm, learn how to be on Earth, and talk about your feelings!"

  "The army is strictly disciplined, and the society is prosperous. Quick battle is impossible!" Fisher knew what Le Francois wanted to ask. After a pause, he continued: "At present, the Earth's interior is highly united due to the aggressive posture of the Eighth Fleet, and the military and civilians are united. Once the war begins, if we can't win quickly, then Mars will fall into a dead end!"

   "Hehe, now an aviation officer understands the truth, he just doesn't understand it!" Le Francois spit out a thick sputum on the ground with disdain, and then the army boots creaked on it a few times.

   "A month, 14 provocations, shootings, fights, and many casualties from both sides. He is provoking a war! Mars can't help the consumption of a protracted battle!"

  In fact, he was already preparing for the war. Fisher looked at the cursing old man opposite, thinking that if you saw the terrible things on the day of war, you might be mad directly. Sarenkochi was like Zhao Yun. He drove the Earth Fleet down by riding a thousand miles alone, but the problem was that the Eighth Fleet also lost more than a dozen warships, dozens of aviation squadrons and a large number of ground landing troops in the raid. With nearly 100,000 casualties but no strategic advantage, Fisher didn't know what he should complain about.

  The lurking agent controlled the AA gun and was snatched back by the opponent, so even if the Mars Eighth Fleet almost wiped out the Solar System Alliance fleet, they still did not dare to enter the high-altitude orbit of the earth.

At this time, the Retribution had already turned thousands of miles in. Mercury, Titan, and Pluto had gone in a wave, disrupting the logistics of Mars. The Eighth Fleet was wiped out in guerrilla warfare, and only Olympa was left. The Shilling, but Sarenkoch lost the ship when he made a desperate raid on the Earth's Unsa headquarters.

  Such a performance of pulling the hips reminded Fisher of Nanyun Tadaichi. Well, Infinity War is a mapping of the World War II attack on Pearl Harbor, that’s right!

  After cursing for a while, the old man stopped and looked at Fisher who was standing straight and said: "I am going to send a group of outstanding officers from the local fleet to the Eighth Fleet!"

"Go overhead General Salenkoch?" Fisher was not surprised by this appointment. He had just chatted with the civilian adjutant on the transport plane, and the other party had already said that the officer belonged to the officer that the general had met in the past few days. Once again, coupled with the fact that he was an aviation officer who had just returned from the earth, he was also a first-class talent in the fleet, so Fisher easily inferred the other party's plan.

   "Yes, nor is it!" Le Francois smiled with a win-winner.

"I see!" Fisher nodded, just betting on both ends. If the Eighth Fleet succeeds in getting the earth, then the local fleet can also get a share of the pie. If not, then they are the junior officers of the Eighth Fleet. It will control Salencouch and give him to the earth as a scapegoat to negotiate a peace. Two or five people will be two or five people. It just happens that the water is muddy to fish in troubled waters. If there is a clear distinction between the camps, how can Fisher make a profit.

   "Oh, by the way, you have just returned from the earth, and you have a few days of adaptive training. I think you should remember how to drive the wind!"

   "Uh, maybe!" Fisher was embarrassed. Maybe the f52 equipped by the Titan and the control program of Gale should be similar!

  "Well, you have two weeks to resume training, and then report to the Olympus Mountain!"

  "Olympus?" Fisher was a little puzzled, shouldn't this ship still undergo sea trials?

   "Yes, the flagship of Salencouch, Mount Olympus, that has assembled all the hard work of our Mars scientists and will definitely open your eyes!"

   "Then I will wait and see, sir!"

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If you want to be a pilot on Earth, you have to go through 300 to 500 hours of ground simulation training, and then you can sit behind the trainer for hundreds of hours, and finally you can fly in the front. It was greatly compressed. After less than 50 hours of ground simulation, the pilots boarded directly on the ship. According to a previous Martian general, the least valuable of Mars is equipment and people. If it breaks, it will be broken. Just replace it with a new one!

And they also have this confidence. They have sufficient titanium ore for Phobos and Deimos. Mars is in Phobos, Mars, Pluto, and Titan all have shipyards. The production equipment is just like dumplings, and the earth is because Resources need to be sent back from remote colonies, so the production schedule is far from Mars.

  "Sir, this is the robot assigned to you!" Fisher, who was waiting for the plane at the airport, waited for an iron head.

   "The ir15 robot, it will be your weapon officer!" The white logistics officer pointed to the robot behind him.

"Weapon Officer?" Fisher showed a look of surprise on his face, and sneered in his heart. Because of the harsh environment of the development of the universe, both camps have a large number of complex robot soldiers in service, including the multifunctional c6. The ir15 specializing in combat, the heavy attack robot c8, and the robot main fighter mech c12.

Among these robots, c6 can do some battleship control and flight assistance work due to design problems. For ir15, give it a Volk energy assault rifle. Maybe it can kill a platoon in 30 seconds and let it come. Assist Fisher to control the fighter plane? Fisher would rather come by himself.

  Not only Fisher, all the pilots and officers dispatched from the home fleet to the Eighth Fleet received a robot follower.

  "Interior expert!" Fisher could only give the Eighth Fleet a thumbs-up in his heart, so that he would be more at ease when digging a corner behind him.

  But Fisher doesn't mind, other native Martians are not necessarily anymore. A big bald head nearly two meters high grabbed the logistics officer's collar dissatisfiedly.

   "What do you mean, guard against us, right?"

"That's possible, everyone is a comrade-in-arms, we are all Martians, half-brothers!" The logistics officer was also helpless. He was just an ordinary ground handler, and he was usually responsible for repairing airplanes. And whether the big bald head is a major or an aviation officer, a proper first-class person, he really doesn't want to get involved with this!

   "The family sent a tin can to monitor Grandpa, do you want to die?" The bald head was obviously not satisfied with this explanation, and immediately he raised his arm and it was a big-eared melon seed.

  The logistics officer covered his face and turned a big circle before collapsed to the ground, his bald eyes full of hatred.

   "Do you dare to stare at me, to die!" The bald head still wanted to go up and make a foot, but after two steps, the side door of the hangar was torn open.

"Stand at attention!" There was a loud shout, and a colonel in a red uniform walked out of the red smoke from outside the house. A golden eagle medal was hung on his chest. This is only if the number of shots reaches 20. Trump sign.

   "Sir!" The former arrogant and domineering bald major immediately withered. The Mars Army was originally to see who had the big fist. The appearance of an ace pilot colonel can naturally suppress a bunch of stingers.

"The robots are given to you because we are about to perform dangerous missions. Pilots are the precious wealth of the fleet. The combat robots are assigned to you to protect you. In addition, many of you are studying abroad from the earth. Who knows if there are any? Spy!" The colonel said, giving Fisher a special look.

  "?" Fisher slowly put out a question mark, not to mention the loyalty review after returning to Mars. Among this group of pilots, there are more than ten of the pilots who came back from the earth. Are you staring at me? Fuck me?

  Fisher made up his mind, don’t let me take a chance when you go on the battlefield, you will be shot with a black gun, and even your ashes will be thrown into space.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fisher, right? I heard that you studied at the Kilimanjaro International Academy as ship command, but our ships are currently tense, and there are no warships for you. We can only fly fighter jets. I hope you don’t have any comments. !"

"Where, where, to work for the country, it would be great to have a fighter jet, and after graduating from Kilimanjaro, the admiral was also the first pilot. I am honored to be able to follow in his footsteps!" Fisher could understand. Yes, this guy is taking his own highest rank, Liwei, and wants to kill chickens and monkeys, then stand up and cooperate by yourself!

  (End of this chapter)