The transport ship landed at the military airport in Cato City. The hatch opened and Tian Xingjian jumped down. He was the only passenger. This transport ship was responsible for material supply. It was loaded with some mecha parts and weapons and ammunition. Tian Xingjian's mecha and luggage were also on this transport ship. There were
hundreds of ships of various types floating above the airport. Most of them were transport ships, and there were also some fighters responsible for air alert. In the distance, there was a repair dock for space ships. The dock had four berths and was built with dense I-beam frames. Four huge warships under repair were quietly suspended in the berths. Thousands of workers were like ants, rushing to repair these ships shining with black metal.
The transport vehicles and mechas responsible for loading on the ground shuttled back and forth, transporting the mountains of materials piled up in the wide-mouthed transport ships. These materials will be distributed to the front line or other units that are in urgent need of these materials through the huge and effective logistics department of the Federation.
Whistles blew one after another, and hundreds of signalmen in white signal uniforms were waving red and green triangular flags in their hands to command the lifting of ships and the passage of transport vehicles.
This grand scene shocked Tian Xingjian. When a country with three star regions is fully mobilized, the power it explodes is huge. This power did not disappear because it was dormant in peacetime. When it is threatened, this power will be uncontrollable and unstoppable like a volcanic eruption. Even if there is a more powerful force than it to contend with it, the final result will inevitably be a total destruction.
This power is the power of every citizen of the Federation. Perhaps a person is just a tiny dust in this vast universe, but when thousands of people gather together and fight for the same goal, this power becomes immeasurable, and time will allow these people whose lives are like a flash in the pan in the long river of time to accumulate their dedicated enthusiasm. This accumulation has achieved human civilization and conquered the vast universe.
And I also exist in it. This existence will eventually be forgotten by people, but it is a wave that will never disappear in the ocean of human civilization. When death really comes, is fear useful?
Since it cannot be avoided, then facing the magnificent life may be the most correct choice.
Tian Xingjian doesn't know how many people will have the same or similar ideas when facing war and life and death, and what choices they will make, but the reality tells him that these people are fighting and are unhesitatingly engaged in a patriotic war for which they may lose their lives at any time. Everyone is his own hero.
Perhaps, they are as afraid as I am, afraid of becoming dust floating in the universe, afraid of becoming dust blown up by the wind on the land. But they still stick to their positions, at all costs. And
I have no way out. The Federation, the country that gave birth to and raised me, doesn't it have something worth defending?
What is this thing? Was it the smile of the beautiful girl I had always secretly loved in my memory, or the rusty swing that made me cry when I fell from it in my childhood, or the poor mother of the young soldier who died in pain on TV... I
had escaped enough, twenty-one escapes in half a year, and I was unwilling to taste the despair again. Forget the choice of life and death, this is an unsolvable proposition, and fate will give the answer in the end. Before that, what I should do is to truly integrate into this great era.
Three hours later, the fat man drove his shabby mecha named "Logic" to the headquarters of the 16th Division of the Air Marine Corps.
This is a military base located southwest of Cato City. There are anti-detection jammers all around the base. If an aerial satellite takes a photo of this place, it will only be a dark photo.
Tian Xingjian handed his electronic soldier ID card to the guard standing outside the gate. One minute later, he was allowed to enter the base.
Passing through several rows of guard barracks filled with various standard mechas, this mecha that seemed to fall apart at any time attracted the attention of everyone along the way. Many female soldiers covered their mouths and laughed in surprise when they saw this thing.
The fat man remained calm and deliberately let the mecha move forward with a difficult step as if it could not move its legs. When he saw the beautiful female soldier, he jumped down and pretended to ask for directions with a lecherous look.
There was no more than a hundred meters away from the reconnaissance battalion directly under the division. The fat man suddenly saw a beautiful female soldier with a graceful figure on the side of the road. He approached her with a grin and continued his trick of asking for directions and chatting with her. But this beautiful woman was not as friendly as the ones he met before. She had a cold face and looked indifferent.
The fat man thought to himself: "Okay, you ignore me, right? I'm going to fight you today."
This guy was originally a rogue, a model of vulgarity, despicableness and shamelessness. What he likes to do most all day is to find trouble. He is thick-skinned and never tires of it. Except for violent girls like Milan, there is no woman in the world that the fat man can get away without taking advantage of.
In addition, the fat man hates such guys who look disdainful and feel superior to others. In his eyes, no matter who it is, anyone who pretends to be cool will be knocked down.
The indifferent female soldier was dragged and dragged by this guy and was chased to the bottom of the matter. In the end, she couldn't escape. She gritted her teeth and drew a map in detail and explained it for a long time. When she looked up and saw the annoying fat man in front of her who finally understood, she was relieved, but heard the fat man ask again: "I still don't understand. How to get there? Is this a map?"
The soldiers watching on the side laughed and laughed and cursed the fat man in their hearts. He is really not a human being.
Seeing the female soldier furious, the fat man slowly poured a basin of cold water on her and said, "Second Lieutenant, remember to salute when you see your superiors in the future. Forget it this time, I won't pursue it."
After that, he turned around and jumped on the shabby mecha and left. A black smoke like that of an antique diesel engine spewed out from the tail of the mecha, black and thick, and curled around.
This female soldier named Alice had been spoiled and arrogant since she was a child. Have you ever seen such a shameless fat man being teased and bullied like this? And his position was lower than the other party, and he couldn't beat or scold him. A feeling of grievance rushed straight into his nose, and he almost couldn't help crying out loud. He was angry and hateful in his heart: "Dead fat man, I can't coexist with you!"
The news that the fat man had angered the most arrogant No. 3 beauty in the division, Alice, before he even arrived at his company quickly spread throughout the camp. Everyone was speculating about the origin of this fat man. Some soldiers who had been ridiculed by Alice or disliked her were talking about it and gloating, while Alice's fans were indignant and vowed to teach this fat man who humiliated the goddess in their hearts a lesson.
Arriving at the reconnaissance battalion headquarters, the fat man who jumped off the mecha was told by the guard that the battalion commander Nadal was holding a wartime intelligence briefing meeting.
After waiting for a while, the meeting was over. Nadal, who was tall and thin, walked out with a frown. He was ready to see what kind of virtue this lieutenant who was forced to come by the front-line command was.
"Tian Xingjian, deputy company commander of the first company of the reconnaissance battalion directly under the 16th Armored Division of the Federal Air Marine Corps, has been ordered to report. Please give instructions." The fat man's military salute was standard and powerful. "
Damn, a fat man is here to be a scout, and he is also a fat man who is greedy for life and afraid of death." Nadal, who had already learned some information from his friends at the front-line command, tried hard to control his contempt for the fat man in front of him.
"At ease, Lieutenant. Please follow me." Nadal turned around and led the fat man into the office.
"Please sit down, Lieutenant. There is a chair over there." Nadal pointed with his finger.
"Thank you, sir." The fat man still had a standard military posture. When he sat down, his back was straight, his hands were on his knees, and his eyes were straight.
Nadal walked around the desk and sat in his own chair. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table and put it in his mouth. He lit it, took a deep puff, and asked to himself: "I heard that you used to be a mechanical maintenance soldier?"
"Yes, sir." The fat man felt a little guilty. His sharp sixth sense from the enhanced training showed that the tone of his direct superior seemed not so friendly.
"I heard that you have been in the special training team? The first special training was to be a reconnaissance soldier?" Nadal squinted his eyes and looked at the fat man with a scrutinizing look through the curling smoke.
"Yes, sir." The fat man cursed in his heart: "Damn it, it is clearly written in my file, but this guy has to say something weird and weird."
Nadal smiled slightly and asked slowly: "Since you have accepted the special training and your grades seem to be pretty good, how come you have become a mechanical maintenance soldier?"
"Fuck, I can't tell you that I am afraid of death and don't want to join the reconnaissance company, right?" The fat man complained in his heart, but he didn't stop saying: "It's all personal interest, sir."
"Interest?" Nadal fiercely put out the half-smoked cigarette butt in his hand and shouted angrily: "Lieutenant, war will not take into account everyone's interests. If everyone makes choices according to their own interests, I'm a fucking carpenter now."
"Finally broke out." The fat man wailed in his heart. He jumped up from his chair as if he had been electrocuted, raised his head and stood at attention, and shouted:
"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."
Nadal jumped up in excitement and roared: "I don't know why the front-line command would send a fat man like you to me. I only know that those inexplicable merits in your file are bullshit. Except for your advanced technique of running away with your tail between your legs, I don't think you are qualified to lead a company here with your fat body! Fatty, I don't care what you have done before, or if you are still proud of your achievements in playing those childish games in the special training team, but I want to tell you that there are no people who eat idle meals and gain weight here. Remember, I will only say it once, remember the full name of this battalion, it is not the bullshit reconnaissance battalion, but the special reconnaissance battalion directly under the 16th Armored Division of the Marine Corps."
"The only special reconnaissance battalion in the entire federation! Remember? Get out!"
The fat man fled in panic.