.The transfer center is busy, with piles of materials piled up like mountains. Compared with the materials like mountains, the people carrying them are like ants. The container truck rolled out dust like a tornado to cover the sun. Under the command of long and short whistles, the crane stacked the huge containers neatly. The transfer center was lively, and the surrounding area was uneasy. Arranged in sheets at a depth of tens of kilometers, the huge bucket can dig out a large hole the size of a 122 shell crater at once, and the mechanical arm rises and falls like a chicken pecking at rice. It only takes half a day to A trench more than a kilometer long was dug, and the excavated earthwork did not need to be transported away. It was unloaded on the side of the tunnel to form a hill. The previous bucket was slapped on the earthwork like a beat, and it was hammered firmly.
Looking around, countless trenches criss-cross and stretch for hundreds of kilometers like spider webs, forming a huge encirclement that tightly wraps the transshipment center. Among them, there are many towers, traffic, and rolls of barbed wire piled up layer by layer. Just like the positions in World War II, the few hills above the front line were reinforced with emphasis, and countless firepower points were built. The countless deer head tripods looked like the Normandy beach, but the density was better than Normandy, and there was no gap between each other.
As long as this infinitely extending line of defense is not attacked by the Sea Clan, it will be built forever. A Tainong machine welds armor plates that can withstand ice spears, installs a fully enclosed machine gun nest, and waits silently on an artificial high platform. The Sea Clan comes again, these earthen armored vehicles are the meat grinders for harvesting life.
Thousands of people are busy preparing for the battle here. Compared with the sizzling outside, the wounded barracks is filled with deep sorrow, as if shrouded in dark clouds. Just walking into the wounded barracks, Zhao Deyi feels that the temperature in the air seems to be lower than outside Quite a few, deserted like a deserted town, listless wounded soldiers lined up in the shadows by the tents and stared at the sky absentmindedly, they were wrapped in bloody bandages, some had no legs or feet, or Without the arm, some people coughed slightly from time to time, like a dying old man.
Seeing these soldiers, Zhao Deyi frowned. They were all the elite of the first regiment, and each of them was honed through the cruelest battles. Many of them had been injured more than once. Zhao Deyi couldn't accept the emptiness and the huge contrast. His soldiers had always been soldiers kings, and they were all mighty Wuhan sons who peed against the wind. How could they lose their vigor
Blaming the soldiers for not being up to date, complaining that he had too many things to do, ignoring the feelings of the soldiers, quickened his pace, and quickly walked to the center of the wounded barracks. Behind him, more than a dozen soldiers with rifles on their backs pushed six vehicles loaded with The trolleys of huge metal boxes came in and were neatly arranged together. Many wounded soldiers saw Zhao Deyi standing motionless, and couldn't help helping each other to stand up. Sitting in a wheelchair, they slowly gathered in front of Zhao Deyi in the parade formation.
The sound of hundreds of people moving at the same time gathered in the wounded who were lying motionless on the hospital bed. They felt the strange atmosphere outside and walked out of the tent. In the end, even those who could not move were supported by the nurse. After going out the door, except for the wounded soldiers who were unconscious and still in danger, all the sober people stood on the playground outside.
Time passed by every minute and every second, Zhao Deyi did not speak from the beginning to the end, and only scanned the wounded soldiers with his bull's-eye eyes. In his sharp eyes, the decadent look permeating the wounded soldiers slowly receded. A sharpness hidden deep in their hearts broke through the shackles of their hearts and fully displayed, making the wounded Australian soldiers who watched from a distance feel an inexplicable change. The Chinese wounded before were just like them. It was like rotten wood waiting to rot, but now, just standing in front of that person, the rotten wood lost its camouflage and turned into a sharp saber, with unstoppable vigor soaring into the sky, making the cold wounded barracks hot like fire.
"You..." Zhao Deyi raised his voice, and a volcanic roar erupted from his chest: "Whose soldier..."
"Brother Cockroach's soldiers..." The soldiers of the first regiment were all Zhang Xiaoqiang's veterans. Unlike the soldiers in the back who only knew China's revival, they always followed Zhang Xiaoqiang's example, and the roars of response broke the silence of the wounded barracks in unison.
"What kind of troops are you..." Zhao Deyi suppressed the roar of all the wounded soldiers with his own voice, echoing in the ears of every wounded soldier like thunder.
"The first regiment..." The soldiers responded with even louder roars, and some even had their wounds ruptured due to too much force, and the bandages were quickly stained with blood.
"Who are you..." Zhao Deyi's third question made many people hesitate. They looked at each other, and after a long while, the hesitation disappeared completely, and they made a soaring sound like an explosion: "We are the elite..."
"Chen Chuang came out..." Zhao Deyi was not relieved, on the contrary, he did not show any abnormal expressions towards these wounded soldiers, he knew that these wounded soldiers did not need comfort or encouragement, he just had to lecture the soldiers as usual , not treating him as a wounded soldier, but only treating them as soldiers. Following his roar, a high-pitched response resounded from among the wounded: "To...."
"Crack, creak..." The wheelchair sounded, and the young wounded man whose legs had been amputated slid out of the wheel. This young wounded soldier was a non-commissioned officer. Even without legs, he kept his upper body straight, as if being inspected warriors.
"Can you still fight?" Zhao Deyi shouted.
"I can still shoot..." The sergeant knew what he was missing, but he raised his hands high to prove to Zhao Deyi that at this moment the flames in his eyes were burning, and he found his target as if he had been reborn.
"Equip him..." Following Zhao Deyi's order, he took out two metal prosthetic legs from the box behind him and sent them to the sergeant. Looking at the two mechanical legs, the sergeant was surprised, and it also shocked the other wounded soldiers. The rules of the first regiment are here, so they might not even whisper to each other.
"Brother Cockroach once told you that as long as you are willing to fight, you can keep fighting, even if you lose your legs and feet. This is a mechanical prosthesis developed by Brother Cockroach in Australia. It is assisted by a multi-point neuron control system and uses high-energy batteries. Normal legs are better, if it wasn’t too expensive and the quantity is limited, I would like to replace it for myself, it’s cheaper for you…”
Zhao Deyi's explanation made Chen Chuang burst into tears, and he asked in disbelief, "Can I still stand up?"
"Don't talk about standing up, even running is no problem, and running is weirder than everyone else. Human legs will get tired, but mechanical legs will not. Even if you walk from here to the southernmost tip of Australia, I will wait for you to adapt. With these mechanical legs, you can go back to the army..."
Zhao Deyi boasted a lot, saying that there is no mechanical prosthesis in the sky, but in fact he was right. The mechanical prosthesis is an Australian technology evolutionist who optimized the mechanical prosthesis in his previous life under the pressure of Zhang Xiaoqiang, and Xiao Lang Assist, so the effect of these mechanical prosthetics is very good. As long as the root is not broken, as long as there is a little limb left, it can control thousands of mechanical nerves through nerve nodes to make various actions, which is the same as usual, even Better.
"Li Xuesong came out... You have broken one hand and only one mechanical prosthesis. Believe me, you will regret not breaking both hands together..."
"Jiang Cheng came out. You are an excellent squad leader, but you are a poor machine gunner. I hope you will be more accurate when you have a mechanical hand."
"Su Bowen came out. As a staff officer, your job should be to stay at the headquarters to analyze intelligence and give opinions. It's a pity that you don't like to use your brain. Now you have been demoted. The Ninth Company needs a deputy company commander. Don't sneak to the front line, this time you lost your left leg, I hope you won't lose your head next time, at least until the mechanical head is invented..."
"Lu Xing doubles out, you have two choices, one is to install mechanical arms and mechanical legs and get back to your unit, the other is to pretend to be a villain and mix with the frigate promised by Brother Cockroach as a communicator, which one do you choose?"
"Liu Xiaohong is on the list. A guy with a big beard has such a woman's name. I suspect that you must be unattractive from birth. Get your prosthetic limbs and go away. I have heard more than once that you fought with your comrades. If you let me know You fight with mechanical prosthetics, watch out for me..."
As the names were called out one by one, the disabled soldiers got a chance to be reborn. The whole wounded barracks cheered again and again. The atmosphere of the barracks has taken on a new look. I believe that these elite fighters will go to the battlefield again in the near future. … … …. "