The truck and subsequent supply vehicles rumbled past him. The soldiers carrying the truck looked at him with admiration from time to time. Just because of a complete MS beside him and the bodies of several ZAFT pilots beside him, anyone with discerning eyes could see that this guy had dealt with several huge mechanical demons alone.

After automatically filtering these gazes, Qin Feng sat down on the ground, took a short rest, and was ready to wait for the officers of the Earth Army to receive the spoils. Of course, according to the rules, if these spoils, the Earth Army had to pay a considerable amount of exchange if needed, and money was naturally the best equivalent.

The battle was almost over. Qin Feng looked at his watch and seemed to have come suddenly from him. He had just fought for more than three hours. On the positions behind him, infantrymen came out of the dilapidated fortifications like groundhogs, and then sat on the ground with a tragic expression, lowering their heads and smoking cigarettes in a depressed manner.

The poor wounded soldiers were wailing there, and then dragged out of the trenches by the lucky guys in good health. The medical soldiers who came with the counterattack troops also began to get busy. They moved the stretcher back and forth.

A sad scene, screams, and gunshots for the irrescue of the severely injured who could not be saved all floated into Qin Feng's ears. He took a deep breath, and the familiar smell of smoke came to his nose. It seemed that only here could his chaotic heart get a moment of peace.

Just as I was enjoying the strange tranquility after this war, suddenly, the communicator that had been neglected sounded.

"Boss, please answer if you are alive." It was a crisp voice. According to his experience, the owner of this voice would not be more than 25 years old. He opened his mouth but did not make any sound. Although he was very familiar with the title of "Boss", it was obviously another memory in this body.

"Captain Rod Laurenz!" This time it was a middle-aged man's voice, he called out his name, and in Qin Feng's mind, there was no less than a thunder from the ground, and memories that had already been suppressed were gushing out like a flood, and countless information poured into his head.

He bent down, pounded the ground with a painful expression, and his head seemed to be in pain. A person's soul was suddenly invaded by another strange memory. You can imagine the pain he suffered at this time.

It seemed like it was a long time, but it was like a snap of my fingers. In an instant, the memories of the two people were merged together, and the experiences and qualities of the two people were merged together. A voice flashed through my head: "Yes, I am Qin Feng, and also Rhodes. L. Laurenz. The same thing is that we are all animals struggling to survive in the war. This body received decades of combat experience of our lives!" The light blue eyes that were already lit up again, but at this time, the two people were no longer distinguishing each other, but two war machines entered a body together.

The shocked expression had already calmed down. He closed his mouth, which had just opened his mouth as stupid as a dementia patient, twisted his neck, and made a 'cracking' sound of bone interlacing.

He was very glad that he was resurrected in the body of a colleague in another time and space, rather than that kind of fool, otherwise he might have died just now.

According to the memory of his former owner, after graduating from the Vienna Armored Soldier Academy in the Eurasian Federation, he served in the Federal Army for several years, but was forced to retire because of his old-fashioned offense to his superiors. However, as an orphan whose parents died, he had to use the skills he learned from the army to find a way out in this African continent, which has been full of disputes since ancient times.

Because he is a top student and has good military literacy, he has joined a good mercenary group in a few years. The death of the former leader has also made this large mercenary group with more than 200 people his subordinate. The person who was called himself "boss" before was the exclusive mechanic of the team, and he usually does some gun maintenance or vehicle transformation.

"Yes, I'm Laurenz." Rhodes (who will use this title in the future) answered, his tone as before, but it became colder and more concise.

"That's great! BOSS, you're not dead yet! Report your coordinates quickly and we'll pick you up right away!" The boy's voice was thrilling, and he didn't look like a war animal, so he could only do some logistics work.

And Rhodes could imagine in his head the funny scene of a young man snatching the communicator in his hand.

But the boy who was a mechanic was named Portland Vallis, 23 years old, was a generation of adjusters with light green hair. In other words, his parents belonged to natural persons, and as a coordinator, joining mercenaries to fight his own kind is not surprising in Rhodes's opinion.

In this world, there are so many confused people who are mixed with national beliefs in order to survive and money. Anyway, the mercenaries have no racial concepts. They only care about the commission given by the client. Maybe they are fighting for the Earth Army today, and they may turn the gun tomorrow.

Since Rhodes was dug up from the School of Mechanical Engineering at Hamburg University, he has performed well. Anyway, because the war began, the living space of these coordinators has been compressed again and again, so it is better to run to the battlefield to support themselves. Moreover, because his parents are natural persons, the boy is not so shameless to participate in the "jihad" of ZAFT. Can coordinators like him participate in ZAFT and open fire on their relatives? But they can't join the Earth Army to deal with the coordinators. There is no way. Most coordinators on Earth either ran to Aubu or did things for waste merchants and mercenaries.

"In front of the front line, the three MS places, we will contact you later." Rhode looked into the distance, and several joint army officers came over surrounded by a group of soldiers, hung up the communication, took the ZAFT pilot's self-defense pistol into his hand, and waited for several people to come over.

The first officer was wearing the rank of major, and was obese and stretched his white uniform tightly. He looked like he was in his 30s, with short black hair and blue eyes, but when he saw that the uniform was brand new, he was just a bastard who was hiding behind and watching the bloody battle, and then when he got the fruit of victory, he jumped out again.

Then a group of infantry followed behind like dogs, an adjutant-like officer with a flattering smile on his face, and the group seemed to be outing instead of standing on the battlefield after the war. Rhode thought of his previous experience in the Eurasian Federation Army and secretly cursed himself as a "bastard".

"Is this what you hit?" The guy walked to the next body with a swaying swaying and kicked at the iron lag. His clumsy look really made people worry that he would fall.

"Of course." In a very plain response, Rhode walked to the side and asked several bigwigs to visit slowly.

"Then so is this woman?" Major Fat Pig's voice suddenly became louder. It turned out that Rhode, who had been blocking the coordinator driver, walked away, and the girl was immediately seen by a group of erotic sticks.

"Of course." The tone still did not change.

Perhaps dissatisfied with Rhode's cold attitude, the young adjutant turned around and waved his hand to the group of followers behind him, "Find a few cars and take these things away with this woman!" That way, as if it was his credit.

Like lightning, Rhode pulled out his pistol like lightning and pressed it against the fat pig's forehead. Then there was a rumbling sound of pulling the gun bolt around him, and more than ten automatic rifles were aimed at Rhode's head.

"This is not very consistent with the rules. Master, it should not be the honor of the Earth Army." Rod looked straight into the major's eyes with murderous aura. The latter could see that this brunette guy was not a joke. As long as he said a few more words, this pistol made by ZAFT would pierce his head at the first time.

He was a little panicked. He had been in the army for so long and had not cooperated with these war animals once or twice. Naturally, he knew the rules. He couldn't help but scold the bastard adjutant, who didn't even understand these rules.

"Don't panic, let it go." The fat pig waved his hand, and for a moment he was covered in sweat. All the soldiers obediently put down their guns, then turned off the insurance, and made an unbearable move. He raised the gun before and aimed it, but it was just an instinctive reaction after the boss was held hostage.

Rhode put down his gun, but his index finger was still on the trigger. At this distance, it would only take a few seconds for anyone on the spot to kill him.

He looked up and saw a dark green military jeep also drove over. Seven or eight mercenaries dressed in mercenaries jumped down, and slowly walked over with weapons, confronting more than a dozen Earth Army soldiers here.

"Don't be nervous for my person." Rhode smiled casually and coldly.

The major nodded even more uneasy, and the fat all over his body trembled, then he said, "I am Major Casiris Booker, and now he discusses with you about the spoils on behalf of the Earth United Army."
Chapter completed!