The battle at the front line of Lonely Ridge had just ended a minute ago. The military exercise command system had used the fastest speed to determine the outcome. Although the red team had successfully killed the blue team's commander, the red team's final members had all been killed. The blue team had completed the final tactical mission, so the system determined the blue team's victory.
Hearing the notification of victory, Ximen Jin's expression became more and more unsightly. How could this kind of victory taste good?
"I never thought of using the Sharp Stinger Type II. In the valley, I was just being cautious out of habit. However, I really didn't think that your side would actually have a mecha that could break into my command center."
Just when the camp command center was deathly silent, Ximen Jin suddenly opened her mouth and said, "But there is one thing that I don't understand no matter how I think about it. To pass through my electronic detection, your mecha must have entered the automatic electronic shield, then how were you able to find my camp?"
This commander finally raised his head and looked at the exhausted Xu Le sitting on the mecha. He asked, "Not only did you find the camp, you even guessed that this room was the real command center … how did you do it?"
Ximen Jin used a philosophical tone, frowning as he supported himself on the table and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time. The humiliation of being successfully broken into by the opponent had magnified the questions and shock in his heart by countless times. Thus, he would rather raise his head and look at the high and mighty Xu Le and ask aloud.
The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division around the Blue Pool Valley gradually gathered. There were about 150 of them, and all of them had already been determined to be dead by the command system. The soldiers looked at the black mecha disguised as the entrance of the command center. They looked at the young pilot leaning against the body of the mecha. Their faces were ashen, and the hostility in their gazes was almost enough to cause some kind of substantial harm.
Xu Le was Dong Lin's stone. He would never be affected by the emotions of his enemies. He would not be moved by external things. His face was like a hard stone covering the outside of a stone, blocking out all these gazes.
After a moment of silence, he looked at Ximen Jin below the mecha and said, "Yesterday, when Instructor Du was lecturing the officer students, he said that soldiers should have a gambling spirit … I just took a gamble. Looks like my luck is not bad and I won the gamble."
Ximen Jin looked at him with gloomy expression and said: "Who will believe these words?"
Xu Le was speechless. He thought to himself that he couldn't possibly dance around on the mecha and then sing in a hoarse voice: "This is a little secret, a little secret, I won't tell you, I'll tell you..."
Looking at Du Shaoqing's cold style, Ximen Jin who was sitting firmly in the camp and was still trying her best to imitate Du Shaoqing's cold style even though she had died miserably, Xu Le looked at the string of pale yellow radiance on the head of this outstanding commander and wanted to tell the other party, not only do I know where your headquarters is, I even know that you are a citizen of Dong Lin, and you are 35 years old this year …
However, looking at Ximen Jin's bloodshot eyes and dry and unnatural hair, Xu Le didn't say anything in the end as he thought of the other party's current mood. He maintained his composure under the hateful gazes of the Iron Seventh Division soldiers surrounding him and didn't appear to be too happy.
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At noon, the troops participating in the military exercise finally retreated one by one. Although it was only a small impromptu military exercise, a battle on the scale of a thousand people, transporting the damaged equipment back was already quite troublesome. What was even more troublesome was that the soldiers who had been injured by the flying debris during the black mecha's breakout needed to be treated in time.
Fortunately, there were no real fatalities. Even so, although the soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division who had retreated were as silent and calm as usual, anyone could find a different emotion in their eyes — unwillingness and intense anger.
This anger was not directed at the Red Team officer students in the exercise, but rather at this unexpected outcome, this embarrassing victory.
What kind of army was the Iron Seventh Division? The brotherly troops who had suffered a dismal ending in 37 military exercises knew best — they were as solemn as winter to the enemy, and as harsh as the harshest of art connoisseurs who refused to accept red packets from cultural foundations. They were extremely strict in their management, and on the battlefield, they cruelly demanded that there be no loopholes.
The problem was that in this impromptu military exercise, they didn't think that they had done anything wrong, but they still lost, so they were angry. At the same time, they also had countless complex emotions towards the pilot who had piloted the black mecha. There was hatred, confusion, shock, and all kinds of emotions mixed together, but they still returned to the original point — anger.
On the military airport, heavy transport aircraft were taking off and landing non-stop. Heavy transport helicopters whizzed past like large birds. Further away, transport spaceships were on standby. Soldiers with orderly footsteps walked across the road with stern expressions. The entire base was filled with a busy and solemn atmosphere.
Ximen Jin, whose dry black hair was messy in the wind, led the staff officers of the Defense Battalion and walked at the front of the line. Her expression was very ugly, and even when she walked into the warehouse of the base, the expression on her face didn't change at all.
Unlike the anger of the Iron Seventh Division, the military officers who were in line couldn't hide the smile on their faces. All of them who had represented the Red Team had died or been captured, and they had just been released by the main force of the Iron Seventh Division. Everyone should have been dejected, with a face full of grief and indignation, doing their duty as a loser, but they just smiled and looked outside the warehouse.
In this military exercise, the performance of the military officers was actually very outstanding. Relying on the seven MX's and the virtual forces transferred by the central computer, they actually managed to hold the main force of the Defense Battalion of the Iron Seventh Division at the front line of the lonely Yellow Mountain Ridge for more than an hour. This bought precious time and opportunity for Xu Le to break through the camp.
But after being scolded like a snowstorm by Du Shaoqing yesterday afternoon, they couldn't be proud of this kind of thing. The reason for their pride was the black MX that was slowly being lowered by the heavy helicopter outside the warehouse.
Xu Le, wearing a black high-energy material pilot suit, rubbed his sweaty hair, dragged the heavy black workbench box, and walked at the back of the line into the warehouse where the participating soldiers were lined up.
The moment he appeared in front of everyone, Zhou Yu, who had a gentle smile on his face, and Hua Xiaosi, whose left shoulder was injured, were the first to start clapping. Although close to a thousand Iron Seven Division officers and men were looking ahead without any movement, the thirty-odd trainees, seventeen men from Team Seven, and the staff officers in the base were applauding fervently. It was as if there was a thunderstorm, as if there was a clap of thunder in spring.
Xu Le was slightly taken aback, but then he narrowed his eyes and smiled. He raised his hand and waved in the direction of the trainees. Then he heard the sharp whistles and cheers of the Seventh Division.
Hearing the applause, whistles, and cheers, the expressions of the Iron Seventh Division soldiers, who had been cold and calm, became even more gloomy.
Listening to the applause, Xu Le thought back to the day when the MX mecha had been successfully developed in the underground storeroom of the Nutshell Engineering Department in the Harbor City industrial park. When he and Shang Qiu had walked into the quiet storeroom, what had greeted them had also been such a moving applause.
Suddenly, he had the urge to call Shang Qiu and tell her about this scene.
The biggest difference between glory and vanity was whether or not you had done the right thing for this sense of glory. If the glory Xu Le enjoyed after the military exercise was vanity, he wouldn't reject it. He would only enjoy it, and he would be willing to enjoy it monotonously and repeatedly.
Minister Zou and General Miers didn't participate in the inspection after the military exercise. The two most powerful big shots in the military had to leave some face for the Iron Seventh Division. After all, the final victor of the military exercise was the Iron Seventh Division. If they were there, they would have to be kind to Xu Le and protect him. Where would the dignity of the Iron Seventh Division go? In addition, these two big shots probably also thought that Xu Le was already in a pot of oil right now, so there was no need to give him too much face and splash a ladle of alcohol on him.
What ended the thunderous applause in the warehouse was another round of monotonous and dull applause.
The commander of the Iron Seventh Division, Du Shaoqing, had a calm expression on his face. He looked at Xu Le, who walked in with a box, and clapped lightly with his hands that were wearing lambskin gloves. The applause was somewhat dull, so the applause in the warehouse quietened down.
Complete silence.
Xu Le walked to the front of the formation and gave a military salute.
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The reception after the military exercise ended very quickly. The Federal military needed this exercise to change the inherent tactical thinking of many of the generals. But in reality, if one carefully analyzed these two exercises, the Iron Seventh Division led by Du Shaoqing was actually the unit that didn't need to be hammered the least. The nimble and precise tactical design allowed the Iron Seventh Division to seamlessly coordinate with the MX mecha's powerful attacks.
The soldiers in the warehouse gradually dispersed. The soldiers of the Iron Seventh Division gathered together, and the officers and men of the Iron Seventh Division naturally gathered together. Lan Xiaolong glanced at Ximen Jin, who walked past him, and said, "I'm really sorry, we lost again. But please believe me, we didn't go easy on you."
In order to cover for Xu Le's black MX mecha going deep into the mountains, the Iron Seventh Division had no choice but to expose themselves. All of them were surrounded. Lan Xiaolong was pitifully captured, but in front of the Iron Seventh Division, he didn't feel like a captive at all.
Nearly a thousand Iron Seventh Division soldiers heard these provocative words, and their expressions turned ugly. But in the end, they couldn't stage a gang fight in front of so many high-ranking military officials in the warehouse. Even Ximen Jin only paused for a moment before leaving the scene.
Zhou Yu patted Lan Xiaolong's shoulder and indicated for him to look outside the warehouse.
In reality, most of the soldiers on the field had already cast their gazes outside. The sun above the mountains was gradually moving westward, and dusk was gradually thickening. In the light red background, on a protruding hill, two figures stood facing each other. It was like a scene out of a papercut.
Du Shaoqing and Xu Le.
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(I took the traffic rules test during the day. I'm really old … but I'm a genius. I finished it in five minutes, and they didn't let me leave. I endured it for 15 minutes, 100. Although I know it's easy, I really only watched it for one night. How can I not be narcissistic … Wahahaha.
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