The battle on the front line of Huangshanling in Lonely Mountain just ended a minute ago. The military exercise command system used the fastest speed to determine the outcome. Although the red team successfully killed the blue commander, the red team was finally wiped out. The team has completed the final tactical task, and the system determines that the blue team wins.
Listening to the announcement of the victory, Ximen Jin's face became more and more ugly. What does this kind of victory taste like
"I didn't think about using the Sharp Thorn Type II and placing it in the valley. It was just habitual caution, but I really didn't expect that your mecha could really break into my headquarters."
Just in the dead silence of the camp headquarters, Ximen Jin suddenly said: "But there is one thing I can't figure out. If you want to pass through my electronic detection and control, your mecha must have entered the electronic autonomous shield. , then how can you find my camp?"
The commander finally raised his head, looked at Xu Le, who was tiredly sitting on the mecha, and asked, "If you find the camp, you can still guess that this room is the real headquarters... What exactly did you do? arrived?"
Ximen Jin used a philosophical tone, frowning, leaning on the tabletop, and raised a question that he couldn't understand. Being humiliated by the opponent's success in the sudden camp amplifies the doubts and shocks in his heart countless times, so he would rather look up at Xu Le, who is condescending, and ask out loud.
The officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division around the Lanchi Valley gradually gathered, and the number was about 150. They had been judged dead by the command system. The officers and soldiers looked at the black mecha at the mouth of the camouflaged command department, and at the young pilot leaning against the fuselage. His face was ashen, and the hostility in hundreds of eyes was close to causing some kind of substantial damage.
Xu Le is a Donglin Stone, and he will never be touched by the emotions of the enemy, nor be moved by foreign objects. His face is like a hard stone skin covering the outside of the stone, blocking all these sights.
After a moment of silence, he looked at Ximen Jin under the mecha and said, "Master Du said yesterday when he taught the officers and cadets that soldiers should have the gamble... I just took a gamble, it seems that luck is good, the bet won already."
Ximen looked at him with a gloomy expression, and said, "Who will believe this?"
Xu Le was speechless, thinking that it would be impossible for him to dance with his hands and feet on the mecha, and then sang in a mute voice: This is a little secret, I won't tell you, I won't tell you...
Looking at Ximen Jin, who was sitting firmly in the camp, but still trying to imitate Du Shaoqing's cold style, and the citizen number made up of a string of pale yellow lights on the head of this excellent commander, Xu Le actually had an impulse in his heart. To tell the other party, I not only know where your headquarters is, but I even know that you are a citizen of Donglin, thirty-five years old this year...
However, looking at Ximen Jinyin's bloodshot eyes and dry and unnatural hair, and thinking of the other party's mood at this time, Xu Le did not open his mouth after all, maintaining his emotional stability under the hateful gazes of the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division who were watching him, never appearing Too happy.
At twelve o'clock at noon, the participating troops in the military exercise withdrew one by one. Although it is only a small temporary military exercise, it is a battle of thousands of people, but it is quite troublesome to bring back the worn-out equipment. What is even more troublesome is that those who were shaken up in the black mecha battalion Soldiers injured by waste gravel must be treated in time.
Fortunately, there was no real death accident. That's true. Although the officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division who had withdrawn to the base were as silent and calm as before, everyone could find a different emotion from their eyes—unwilling and strong. anger.
The anger was not against the cadets on the red side of the exercise, but against the unexpected ending, the embarrassing victory.
What kind of troop is the Seventh Iron Division, those fraternal troop that ended tragically in the thirty-seventh military exercise know best - they are as awe-inspiring as winter to the enemy, and their requirements are the most demanding and unwilling to accept culture. The art connoisseur of the foundation's red envelopes is extremely strict in governing the army, and on the battlefield, it is almost cruel to ask himself not to have the slightest loophole.
The problem is that they didn't think they did anything wrong in this temporary military exercise, but they still lost, so they were angry, and they also had countless complicated emotions about the pilot who was driving the black mecha. There is hatred, confusion, shock, all kinds of emotions mixed together, but still back to the original point, still nothing but anger.
At the military airport, heavy transport planes kept taking off and landing, heavy transport helicopters whizzed past like big birds, transport spaceships in the distance were on standby, soldiers with neat footsteps walked across the road with grim expressions, and the entire base was full of people. Busy and solemn atmosphere.
Ximen Jin, whose dry black hair was ragged in the wind, led the officers of the staff headquarters of the guard battalion, walking at the forefront of the team, his face was very ugly, even when he walked into the base warehouse, his face still showed no emotion. Not loose at all.
Unlike the anger of the Seventh Division, the trainees who were lining up had smiles that could not be concealed on their faces. All of them who fought on behalf of the red side were killed or captured. They had just been released by the main force of the Seventh Iron Division. They should have been downcast, with grief and indignation on their faces, doing their duty as losers, but they just smiled and looked outside the warehouse.
In this military exercise, the performance of the officers was actually very good. With the virtual troops deployed by seven MXs and the central computer, the main force of the guard battalion of the Seventh Iron Division was actually sucked into Lonely Hill. The front line of Huangshanling lasted for more than an hour, which bought precious time and opportunity for Xu Le to break through the army.
But after being reprimanded by Du Shaoqing like a blizzard yesterday afternoon, they can no longer be proud of this kind of thing. The reason for their pride is the black MX that was slowly hoisted down by a heavy helicopter outside the warehouse.
Xu Le, who was wearing a black high-energy material pilot's uniform, rubbed his sweat-soaked hair, dragged the heavy black workbench box, and at the end of the team, walked into the warehouse where the participating troops were lined up.
The moment he appeared in front of everyone, Zhou Yu, who had a gentle smile on his face, and Hua Xiaosi, who was beside him with an injured left shoulder, started to applaud first, followed by continuous applause. Although nearly 1,000 officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division stared straight ahead and did not make any movement, the thirty or so trainees, the men of the Seventeenth Article Seventh Group, and the staff officers in the base applauded enthusiastically, There was a violent storm, and it felt like a thunderstorm in spring.
Xu Le was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes and smiled, raised his hand and waved to the officers and students, and then he heard the sharp whistles and cheers of the junk from the seventh group.
Listening to the applause, whistles, and cheers, the faces of the officers and soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division, who had always been cold and calm, became even more gloomy and ugly.
Xu Le listened to the applause, but thought of the warehouse under the Nutshell Engineering Department in the Gangdu Industrial Park. On the day when the MX mecha was successfully developed, he and Shang Qiu walked into the quiet warehouse, and the person who greeted him was so touching. applause.
Suddenly, he had the urge to talk to Shang Qiu and tell her about this scene.
The biggest difference between glory and vanity is to see whether you have done something corresponding to this sense of honor. If you regard the glory that Xu Le enjoyed after the military exercise as vanity, he will not refuse, only Enjoy it, and be willing to enjoy it monotonously and repeatedly.
Minister Zou and General Miles did not participate in the inspection activities after the military exercise. The two most powerful leaders in the military always want to save some face for the Tieqi Division. After all, the final victory of the military exercise was the Tieqi Division. , If they were present, they would inevitably have to be kind and caring to Xu Le, so where would they put Tie Qi Shi's face? In addition, these two bosses also thought that Xu Le was already in the frying pan at this time, so there was no need to give face too much, and then pour a spoonful of alcohol.
What ended the stormy applause in the warehouse of the base was still a burst of applause, a monotonous and dull applause.
Du Shaoqing, Commander of Tie Qi, looked calm, looked at Xu Le who came in with a box, and clapped lightly with his hands wearing lambskin gloves. The applause was a little dull, so the applause in the entire base warehouse subsided.
It was quiet.
Xu Le walked to the front of the queue and gave a military salute.
The interview activities after the military exercise ended soon. The federal military needed this exercise to reverse the inherent tactical thinking of many generals. But in fact, if you carefully analyze these two exercises, the Iron Seven Division led by Du Shaoqing was actually The troops that don't need to accept this kind of hammering are the least, and the smart and precise tactical design allows the Seventh Iron Division to seamlessly cooperate with the MX mecha's strong attack.
The soldiers in the warehouse of the base gradually dispersed. The officers and soldiers of the guard battalion of the Seventh Iron Division gathered in one place, and the officers and students and the men of the seventh group naturally gathered together. Lan Xiaolong glanced at Ximen Jin, who walked past him, and said, "I'm so sorry, we lost again, but please believe that we didn't let you."
In order to cover Xu Le's black MX going deep into the mountains, the seventh group had to expose the trail. All the members were surrounded. Lan Xiaolong was captured miserably, but in front of the seventh division of Tie, he had no self-awareness of being a prisoner.
Nearly a thousand officers and soldiers of the Seventh Iron Division heard these provocative words, and their faces were ugly, but after all, it was impossible to stage a group fight in the warehouse in front of countless high-ranking military officials. After a short pause, he left the scene.
Zhou Yu patted Lan Xiaolong on the shoulder and motioned him to look outside the warehouse.
In fact, the eyes of most of the soldiers in the field have already turned to the outside. The sun above the mountains is gradually moving westward, and the twilight is slowly deepening. In the light red background, on a protruding hill, there are two figures. Standing opposite each other, it is like a picture in a paper-cut.
Du Shaoqing and Xu Le.