Not everyone was in the mood to respond to Xiong Linquan's boorish attitude. Xi Peng, Cong Xiang, and a few other important people's young masters sat in the shadows in the corner. They avoided the strange moon above their heads and silently watched everything. Occasionally, they would lower their eyes.
Xi Peng's face was a bit haggard and pale. Today, he was almost killed by the people of the Empire in the meadow. It was all thanks to Xu Le's slap that he fell to the ground that he luckily escaped with his life. Right now, when he recalled the dangerous scene, his body was still cold.
He used his fingers to rub off the dried mud on his face. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Give me a cigarette."
Cong Xiang was slightly surprised. He turned around and went into the room. He took out a few boxes of cigarettes wrapped in pure white paper. After tearing them open, he gave one to Xi Peng. He held one in his mouth and threw the remaining boxes to his companions beside him.
Smoke curled up in the night. A few red dots of light flickered in and out. Other than the occasional unaccustomed coughing, there was no other sound.
No matter if they were born with a golden spoon in their mouth, a silver coin in their hand, or soil in their hands, as long as they entered the frontline battlefield and saw the real life and death around them, the young soldiers would begin to smoke, even if they were once staunch supporters of the quit smoking campaign.
This was a cigarette specially provided by the logistics department of the Ministry of National Defense. There was no symbol on the white cigarette box or the cigarette itself. The specially provided cigarette contained mellowness within the spiciness. It was not bad. However, Xi Peng and the other young masters would never smoke something of this level before. However, today, for some reason, as they coughed and inhaled fiercely, they felt that this kind of spicy knife-like taste was really good.
Xi Peng grabbed the butt and lit a second cigarette. It was not until his lungs were a bit sore from the smoke that he finally shook off the fear of the day. He furrowed his brows slightly. He looked at the room in the distance that was covered by the light but filled with the thick smell of tobacco. He thought of the slap he received in the meadow and thought of Lieutenant Colonel Xu, who was about the same age as him …
No matter what this guy was thinking, he at least fulfilled the promise he made before the battle. He was the last one to leave.
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Five days later, the night before the seventh combat team's second mission was still as silent and peaceful as the previous few nights. It was like a quiet night in a mountain village. One could faintly hear the sound of running water in the distance. Unfortunately, there were no golden wild rice fields around the base.
On the training ground in front of the barracks, dozens of soldiers were working hard to learn how to operate some special precision tools and firearms. According to the arrangement in the manual, they were divided into several groups. Some groups held heavy manual air pressure valves and worked hard to dig into the ground. Some groups had to assemble various electronic parts according to the procedures in the shortest amount of time and then put them into the small holes about three meters deep. Some groups carried out band monitoring and signal mixing and annihilation work, and some groups were responsible for the final disguise of the ground.
A middle-aged man with curly hair stood in front of the barracks. Through the infantry communication system in his hand, he issued specific orders and operation corrections to the various groups.
This was one of the most important tasks for the Federal military on the three fallen planets. Under the watchful eyes of the Imperial expeditionary force, they had to quietly rebuild the electronic surveillance network so that the light of the Charter could cover as much ground as possible as soon as possible.
From time to time, a slight tremor could be heard from the ground, followed by low and concise calls. Although the cooperation between the teams was still a little rusty, their speed was clearly getting faster and faster.
In order to infiltrate the no man's land between the Federation and the Imperium to install the electronic surveillance network, the most important thing was secrecy and speed.
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"It's probably because of what happened in the meadow that day that these princelings were stimulated. They now know what they have to do to survive." Bai Yulan stood beside Xu Le and said softly, "From the second day onwards, they began to consciously increase their training. Of course … these kids are most concerned about firearms. Da Xiong is now the most popular person in the military camp."
Xu Le smiled and lowered his head to look at the technical manual in his hand. In the past five days, he had been busy communicating with his colleagues in the Nutshell Engineering Department far away in the capital ring about how to use the micro turbine in the mecha. He also needed to master the extremely complicated technical procedures of the Bureau of Proclamation, so he really did not notice that the attitude of the recruits in Group 7 had changed.
After putting away the technical manual, he glanced at the middle-aged official in front of the team. This person was a technical official specially assigned by the Bureau of Proclamation. He was in charge of guiding the installation and debugging of the Charter network. Group 7 wanted to complete their mission, so they had to ensure this person's arrangement. Last time, when they retreated from the meadow, Bai Yulan also did not hesitate to arrange for this Bureau of Proclamation official to leave first.
Seeing this silent Bureau of Proclamation official, he naturally thought of the mysterious Bureau of Proclamation and the Federal Central Computer under the Bureau of Proclamation.
The Federation had made a great decision to reinstall the surveillance network. The Bureau of Proclamation had invested a lot of manpower and resources. Just on Planet 163 alone, there were many teams like Group 7 that were risking their lives to do this work. Once the various node areas were connected into a network, The Glory Of The Charter would return to the border planets, and the end of the Imperial expeditionary Force would come.
For Xu Le personally, this matter had another important meaning, and that was that he could once again maintain contact with the old man with a mechanical mind and a human face.
Thinking of this, he said to the existence in his mind, "Tomorrow, I have to help you reattach your severed limb. How do you feel?"
A line of white words appeared in his left eye from the central computer. "The Bureau of Proclamation's terminology is' planting mushrooms'."
Xu Le almost laughed out loud.
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"Tomorrow's mission will depart at six in the evening and will probably return in the wee hours of the morning. Let's move forward at night. The mid-range missiles that pose the greatest threat to the Imperium probably won't appear. It's just that our network is seriously damaged right now, so we can only rely on the short-wave GPS in our hands to locate the target area.
Bai Yulan saw that his silent expression was a little strange. Thinking that he was worried about the mission tomorrow, she explained a few words.
"Too bad we can't use mechas." Xu Le came back to his senses and shook his head. "We can't let the Empire discover any traces, so we can't bring any heavy equipment … Our small groups are like little girls planting mushrooms in the dark. How long will it take to fill this planet with mushrooms?"
Bai Yulan looked at him with a strange expression. Looking at Xu Le's serious expression, she confirmed that he really did not know about the famous erotic joke, so she could only lower her head.
"Although those extremely expensive drugs were approved by the medical officer in exchange for my signature, I still find it very strange. The equipment and supplies of this remote rhombus-shaped base seem to be much better than expected."
Xu Le turned his head to look at Bai Yulan and said, "Also, the air support on the meadow that day, don't you think it was a little strange?"
"It was indeed strange," Bai Yulan replied succinctly. Bai Yulan replied succinctly, "The fighter support that day came very timely. It even felt like it was a little too timely. Those all-terrain fighter jets seemed to be wandering in the stratosphere, not caring about wasting energy at all. They were just waiting for us to cause trouble."
"It's not that they were waiting for us to cause trouble, but that the command center dared not let us cause trouble." Xu Le said calmly, "It's not just a matter of time. For a combat team that just reached 100 members, the command center actually sent over a dozen fighter jets. If the Federation really had such a luxurious combat ratio, why would the Bureau of Proclamation officials be so worried? They could just send the fighter jets and mechas over and flatten those Empire people's fortifications. "
"It seems like there are people above us." Bai Yulan raised her head and looked at the night sky. The dark blue sky was filled with stars, but they were not dense. She thought with a calm expression, the president, the War God, the Minister of Defense, they were all people above Little Boss.
As if guessing what she was thinking, Xu Le smiled bitterly and said, "I don't think the Ministry of Defense's arrangement is against me. In my opinion, it's the president who doesn't want these old soldiers to really die."
Bai Yulan was silent for a moment, then nodded.
Group 7 came to the most dangerous planet in the West Woods border, Fallen Star, not only because of the needs of the war itself, but also because of the political needs of the capital ring. President Pabre stood on the side of the people and sent these young masters to the frontline to be bathed in blood. But if these young masters were really covered in blood and suffered heavy casualties, what would the anger of the upper echelons of the Federation twist the world into?
"Our mission period is at least three and a half months." Bai Yulan turned to look at Xu Le and said seriously, "On the battlefield, the Ministry of Defense can't really send a squadron of fighter jets to babysit those young masters every day. We still have to be careful."
"Okay." Xu Le looked at the serious expression of the recruits not far away. Looking at their increasingly skillful operation, he felt a faint sense of heaviness in his heart. He said, "Although I don't like these young masters, I don't want to see them die … But in fact, there will definitely be people who will fall. Maybe that will include you and me."
In the night, this young man from Dong Lin had a rare moment of emotion in his life, but he was interrupted by a microphone that was passed to him.
A reporter from the Ministry of Defense's Venus Documentary Film Studio looked at Xu Le curiously and asked in a low voice, "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, regarding the second mission that will begin tomorrow, do you have any thoughts? I noticed that you have been watching the training of the recruits. Did you also notice the changes in their emotions these past few days? Do you think these changes can really transform into combat strength? "
Seeing this reporter and the cameraman behind him, Xu Le quickly put on his sunglasses, frowned slightly, and said seriously, "My idea is that if you can stop following us every day, then these recruits should have a much higher chance of surviving."
These were his heartfelt words. Under the strict orders of the Ministry of Defense, Group 7 could not get rid of this extremely simplified cameraman. During the battle, they still had to take care of these two non-combatants, which really made him and the veterans of Group 7 extremely unhappy.
"Also, don't forget the three-party agreement between Nutshell Headquarters, Venus Documentary Film Studio, and the Federation News Channel." Xu Le pushed the camera lens to the side and said, "Without my permission, no footage can be broadcast."
"I can understand this, but I don't understand why you refused the news channel's request for a live broadcast." This military reporter was very clear about the influence of the young lieutenant colonel in front of him, but he still did not understand why he refused such an excellent opportunity.
Xu Le did not answer this question. He turned around and left. In his heart, he silently thought that he was not the invincible Du Shaoqing. He was just a combat director with the rank of lieutenant colonel. More importantly, people always died in war. It should not be filmed into something like a TV series for people to watch, get excited, scream, or grieve.
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