Fatty felt so wronged.
She cried like rain.
This life was unbearable. She
was not allowed to leave when fighting broke out, and she could not leave when she was allowed to leave. At the last minute, she tipped off someone and pointed out a way out, but she was still abandoned here. Although she cried, Tian Xingjian was not a fool. He picked up his gun and turned around to run deep into the jungle. His agile movements were like a fat rabbit.
As long as these imperial mechas did not enter the jungle, Fatty had an 80% chance of hiding and escaping. It would be even better if these mechas followed the federal mechas.
Fatty could run through the open area at the fastest speed. As long as he dived into the not-so-turbulent water of the Supengman River, relying on the fat on his body and the first place in the armed swimming in the battalion, Fatty could easily return to the camp. Eat a few pieces of barbecue, drink a cup of hot chocolate or tea, and if he was lucky, he might even find some wine. Tian Xingjian quickly shook his head and threw these stupid ideas out of his mind. Thinking about these things while feeling tired, hungry, and sad undoubtedly made the fat man feel very frustrated.
He had to find a place to hide first. If those heavy mechas did not chase northward after arriving at the battlefield, but instead collected the scattered individual mechas on the spot, then this forest would unintentionally become their base.
The fat man could almost imagine himself being caught and then being skinned like a sheep and hung on a tree with a whip on his fat.
It was too miserable.
He slightly identified the direction and ran all the way. To increase the chance of survival, he had to get a few tools.
The original base of the federal armored forces was not far from this forest. The fat man arrived at the camp soon. After a while of rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, he found several individual grenades and a large compressed solid energy block. There was also an energy machine gun that had been replaced.
The most important thing was an automatic mechanical arm used by a mechanical maintenance soldier. With it, the fat man could assemble all kinds of strange vehicles in the shortest time using any parts he could see. Fifteen of the twenty times he escaped before were like this. The supplies this time seemed to be much more abundant than the previous times.
But the weight of these things was not something that Fatty could carry alone. He quickly dug a hole with the mechanical arm used for maintenance, and buried everything except the grenades in batches. Then Fatty set a fire without hesitation, got up and ran.
When the fire caused the ammunition to explode according to the order arranged by Tian Xingjian. The poor and lonely mechanical maintenance soldier had reached a stinking mud pond in the middle of the forest. It
only took a few minutes for him to bury himself completely. Only a hollow tube was left to the grass at the edge of the mud pond. In order to avoid infrared and biological radar monitoring, the anti-detection combat suit on his body was not enough. Fatty lowered his breathing and heartbeat to a dangerous level. This was one of the strange skills taught by the bear instructor in the reconnaissance training camp.
Tian Xingjian had an extraordinary talent for these strange skills. He always felt that if he could stay like this until the end of the war, he would not mind burying himself a little deeper.
The Imperial Mecha Squad outside the forest was just as Fatty had expected.
They did not continue the pursuit, but contacted the scattered individual mechas around them and began to gather the troops. According to their battle plan, this would become a forward base for their attack on New Rome. This meant that if Fatty wanted to wait for them to leave before crawling out of the mud, he might as well carve another tombstone for himself.
Poor Tian Xingjian didn't know this. As soon as he relaxed, fatigue came like a tide, and he soon fell asleep in the mud.
At this time, the headquarters of the Lele Federation was in chaos.
Phone calls kept coming one after another, and the central computer processed tens of thousands of front-line information. The combat staff looked ashen, and entered the real-time war information into the virtual sand table one by one.
The Milok star suspended above the hall was already riddled with holes. The red color symbolizing the Empire [***] spread on the virtual planet image at an astonishing speed. More than 40 of the more than 60 immigrant cities have been surrounded. Sixteen of them have been captured, and one city has completely turned gray and black, which is a sign of complete destruction.
The ground defense forces of the Federation were forced to fight on their own after the air power was completely lost. Large virtual icons representing the Federation's military strength were separated by the red imperial [***] and disappeared rapidly.
In the commander's office, Admiral Mihajlovic, who was in charge of the command, was reporting the war situation to the president who was at the headquarters.
"So far, the Federation has completely lost control of the five immigrant planets, and the 11th and 12th Space Forces stationed in the Galileo Galaxy have been basically wiped out. Only one Orion-class battleship, several light cruisers, and a Titan-class aircraft carrier that escaped due to duty rotation were able to escape. The Milok local fleet stationed in the Newton Galaxy has withdrawn from the Atlantis star field with the approval of the headquarters after losing 50% of its warships due to the huge disparity in strength with the enemy."
Admiral Mihajlovic's voice was a little hoarse. It has been half a year since the undeclared war of the Gacharin Empire. Due to the Federation's long-term lack of preparation for war, it has not been able to organize enough defense forces, let alone counterattack. The Lele Federation, which has three major star fields and eight star systems, is facing the most severe test it has ever faced.
Facing the well-prepared Gacharin Empire, the military strength of the Lele Federation has always been at a disadvantage, and the doves who dominate the government and parliament have been too relaxed about the Gacharin royal family, which has a history of aggression and bloodline. The military's several requests for budget increases have been rejected.
Funds are short, ships are old, and training is insufficient. What makes
Mihajlovic even more helpless is that the large number of academic commanders in the army have never experienced the baptism of war. The Lele Federation has been peaceful for too long. In this heroic country born three hundred years ago, the older generation of generals who were brilliant in the Reading Power War have become names in history textbooks and sculptures on the lawn of the Military Academy. What
the Lele Federation needs now is time, and the general mobilization order has been issued. Factories and docks are also running at full capacity to rush to build new mechas and warships. Batches of new recruits are constantly entering the barracks for training, but will time bring the dawn of victory to Lele?
"The First Mixed Space Army, composed of the Fourth, Sixth, and Seventh Space Fleets, has assembled in the Lele Central Star Region. Since the space jump point has been blocked by the Gacharin Empire's space fleet, it is impossible to force a jump to reinforce the Newton Galaxy. Therefore, the headquarters has issued an order to block the jump point between Lele and the Atlantis Star Region and to defend the First Mixed Army on the spot."
Seeing that the president, who was holding a teacup and frowning, did not make any statement, Mihajlovic continued: "The First, Second, and Eighth Space Fleets drawn from the Baimu Star Region are assembling in the rear. It will take some time to maintain the ships and replenish ammunition and personnel. The Third and Ninth Space Fleets have been ordered to set off and detour through the public star region to find a new jump point to the Atlantis Star Region. The Fifth and Tenth Space Fleets are still responsible for protecting the safety of the capital star."
"The local fleets have begun to reorganize comprehensively. After replenishing ships and personnel, it is expected that five to six mixed fleets can be expanded."
President Hamilton finally put down the teacup in his hand, waved his hand, and said: "Tell me about your difficulties, what do you need me to do? As long as the military needs it, I will support it unconditionally."
After a pause, the president continued: "The domestic situation is very unstable now. Five immigrant planets, nearly 300 cities, and hundreds of millions of people were lost. The public is calling for a counterattack. The opposition party is also fanning the flames. If Milok is lost again, we will be completely passive, and there will be no forward base for the strategic counterattack."
Seeing Mihajlovic opening his mouth to speak, the president waved his hand to stop him, stood up and walked to the window, turned his back to the admiral and said: "I know what you want to say, but we have no way out. If we cannot save Milok Star, I will be the first president in the history of the Federation to resign, and you will be the first general to be dismissed. Without sacrifice, there is no victory. Even if it is a gamble, we can only fight to the death and take this chance."
Turning around, the president signaled the secretary to hand a document to Mihajlovic, and then said: "This is all the strength that the Federation can accumulate within three months of a total mobilization. I believe that as long as we can hold on for these three months, we will be able to enter a strategic balance. Relying on our resources and production capacity that are nearly twice that of the Gacharin Empire, we can launch a full-scale counterattack within a year."
"Without sacrifice, there is no victory." Mihajlovic chewed on this sentence over and over again.
"Even if there is only one city and one armed force, we must resist to the end. Milok Star must not fall completely into Gacharin's hands. If the people need victory, we will give them victory. If public opinion needs heroes, we will give them heroes." The president's eyes were much calmer than his tone: "Seize the jump point, quickly increase troops in Milok, unify the ground resistance forces, create federal heroes, and strive for partial victory. Do you understand what I said?"
Mihajlovic nodded heavily. He suddenly found that he was no longer a pure soldier. He considered political needs more than military needs.
"I hope that the choices we made are all correct."
Looking at the president's back as he strode away, the admiral thought silently in his heart.
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Tian Xingjian quietly crawled out of the mud pond. After all, it was not so comfortable to be buried in the stinky mud pond for half a day and a night.
In the mud pond, Tian Xingjian knew that this time he was embarrassed.
The imperial mechas, transport vehicles, and soldiers kept shuttling back and forth in the jungle. The imperial [***] seemed to be stationed here until the end of the war. They even opened up a small airport in the open space in the forest for ultra-small transport ships to land. A steady stream of troops gathered here, and materials piled up like mountains.
Even with a simple guess, Fatty knew that the federal army must have retreated to the second line of defense, and perhaps the Sujiang Bridge had been blown up by the federal army.
Although they were in the mud, Fatty was able to tell what kind of troops the imperial army had stationed here and how large the scale of this force was just by listening to the sound. This was also his only pastime hiding in the mud. Tian Xingjian "observed" this evil imperial army motionlessly.
In this day and night, this imperial army was hit twice by the federal air force, but it was estimated that they were well hidden and did not suffer too much loss in materials and manpower.
But as the imperial air force gradually strengthened the air interception, nothing happened in this jungle that made Tian Xingjian feel happy. Disguising himself as a huge mud ball in the grass, the fat man's brain kept spinning,
"Damn it, if I continue like this, I will either be discovered and beaten to death or starve to death."
If it weren't for the patriotic education he received since childhood, the fear of torture, and the reluctance to leave the villa and flying car at home on the capital star, the fat man almost wanted to walk over and be captured by the emperor.
"I must escape from here no matter what." The fat man thought fiercely in his heart: "If I keep in this state, I will probably be beaten to pieces before I run out of this forest."
After thinking it over, the fat man had no choice. It seems that the good thing of escaping smoothly without taking risks will not be his turn.
As a scout, in this situation, generally, he would take measures such as assassinating the enemy commander, blasting, camouflaging, locking the target for the air force's guided missiles, poisoning the water source, etc. to create chaos and survive in the chaos, but these are too dangerous for the fat man, and he almost doesn't want to think about it.
Assassinate the commander? If the commander dies, the fat man will die too.
Explosion? If the material explodes, he will die too.
Disguised as an enemy, is it like watching a movie? Fatty can speak a few words of the Imperial language, and he overheard the password, but what if he can't find suitable clothes? Fatty usually has to go to a store that specializes in large-size clothing to buy clothes.
Guided for the Air Force? Those broken planes of the Federation are still alive? Well, even if he is an ace pilot, it is not easy to break through the blockade of the Imperial Air Force?
Poisoning the water source? Fatty is just a mechanical maintenance soldier now, not a special soldier with a little bit of everything. What about poison?
Fatty felt that his brain was about to explode and was in a dilemma.
"Damn it! Fight!" Once forced into a desperate situation, Fatty's bachelor temperament emerged again.
Tian Xingjian didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky.
He had just made up his mind and was cheering himself up when a tall and strong Imperial soldier escorted two Federation prisoners into the jungle. He happened to pass by Fatty.
It was a golden opportunity. Seeing that there was no one around, the fat man jumped up impulsively without thinking carefully. With his hands crossed, there was a slight sound, and the head of the imperial soldier was turned around. The whole person fell down like a rag doll with a twisted neck by a child. It was the first time for the fat man to kill someone, and he didn't do it so easily. He stabbed the unlucky soldier's throat with a dagger in his backhand, and hit the imperial soldier's lower abdomen with a knee.
When he put the body down, he still felt uneasy and gave the unlucky soldier a rifle butt on the head, and pulled the body into the bushes like a chicken.
It took less than five seconds.
The fat man's legs kept shaking, and his heart was beating so fast that it almost jumped out.
Killing someone, this is really risking his life.
These few quick moves made the two captives stunned.
Two female captives,
one pilot and one medical soldier.
They were as beautiful as flowers and jade.
The fat man didn't care about the two dazed female soldiers at all. The bitch shamelessly stripped herself naked and changed into the clothes of the imperial soldiers.
The two federal female soldiers felt that they were about to collapse.
What kind of monster is this white and fat guy?