Rhodes stopped MS back to the woods and came to the command car, where the people from the 7th Armored Division of the Eurasian Federation of the Earth Army were already waiting there. Rhodes had never had any good face to these losers, so he shook hands with an officer in front.

"Lieutenant Colonel Andre Bartov, the 7th Armored Division of the Eurasian Federation." The red-haired Lieutenant Colonel Andre was erect, and Rhodes was still wondering why this guy was stuffed into the narrow tank space, but the latter looked quite respectful. The mercenary group of more than 100 people in front of him killed 8 GINNs, which surprised the officers of the Earth United Army. You must know that their entire battalion-level elite armored troops only destroyed two MSs and injured one.

"Captain of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group, Rhode Laurenz." Rhode responded, and asked, "I'm very curious, why did the air force of the Earth United Army not show up until now?" He was indeed very curious. If the attack aircraft group was dispatched, it might not be the turn of the mercenary group to play the role of the savior.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre was stunned for a moment, but he replied: "The airport closest to us was completely destroyed by ZAFT's airborne troops. In fact, the entire Central African air base was almost destroyed by those guys from Earth's orbit. The Eurasian Federation's air force has suspended its deployment in the theater."

Compared with the Army, the combined Air Force of Earth has a harder life. The air force base built at a high cost is constantly destroyed by MSs descending from Earth orbit. Of course, those MSs descending from the air were also made into parts by the heavily defended army. This is a war, and both sides suffered heavy casualties.

However, the Earth Circle is now in good communication and long-distance precision-guided weapons are not disturbed much, so ZAFT dares not act too blatantly. This back and forth suicide attack also caused PLANT to suffer heavy losses.

"It's a pity. It seems that we can only expect long-range support from Victoria Harbor and North Africa." Rhodes said a scene. Everyone knew that when the fighter planes arrived thousands of miles away, only wreckage and corpses were left.

"The defensive task there is also very heavy. Lieutenant General Lucia (Commander of the African Expeditionary Force of the Eurasian Federation) has ordered the entire line to shrink and give priority to ensuring the supply line is smooth." Andre was also very distressed by this asymmetric combat, so he revealed a military secret.

The soldiers of the United Army gritted their teeth every day and cursed ZAFT's cowardice and wanted to have a decisive battle for the main force, but he didn't know that the latter would give them this opportunity soon.

"Is that right? But I still have to praise the soldiers of the Earth Army for their 'hero' under such a harsh battle situation." Rhode had expected this long ago, otherwise the Earth Union would not have spent a lot of money to ask for help from the mercenary group. In fact, this battle of being destroyed today and being disbanded from a battalion tomorrow has already made the Eurasian Federation unable to stand it, and the huge military expenditure has left the government in a storm.

"Thank you, we'll go to Vander to meet up soon. Do you want to follow us?" Lieutenant Colonel Andre was complimented, and he couldn't hear the sarcasm in Rhodes' words. He even invited with some pride, as if the mercenary group had been running all over the ground by ZAFT before.

"Thank you, we mercenaries still like to act alone." Rhode smiled and said disrespectfully. Only those bad tanks, Rhode could destroy them several times by driving GINN alone, but he looked down on the arrogant and arrogant attitude of Earth United in his heart.

These fat and big-eared corrupt officers seem to have almost ruined the essence of the Earth Army. After so peaceful for so long, can you expect these guys who are only focused on making money to perform well?

Rhodes did not have any good feelings for these guys. His service experience in the Eurasian Federation gave him enough lessons, but he was just unfair to the middle and lower-level soldiers who fought bravely. In the eyes of these old-time officers, the soldiers were just casualties. How could they understand the awareness of soldiers who fought desperately to the death when facing MS**'s attack?

A well-equipped reorganized battalion was hunted like a rabbit, and Rod doubted whether the lieutenant colonel had only learned the escape tactics in the military academy.

After saying goodbye to these annoying flies, Rhode called the officers of the mercenary group to conduct post-war statistics.

"In this battle, we destroyed 6 MS aircraft, seriously injured and captured 2 ZAFT pilots. We lost two infantry fighting vehicles, 18 killed and 30 injured. The serious wounded were left, leaving 102 people in the regiment." This annoying casualties were always counted by the Black Bear Klose, but this iron-like man had never been affected by sadness.

"Find a truck to bring the seriously injured back, and the rest continue to work." Rhodes' face turned dark when he heard the entire team shrink by a quarter. The great record of destroying several MSs just now cannot explain anything, because each MS has the blood of a mercenary group flowing on it. In the words of self-comfort, this is war.

"Brandt, lead the preparation squad to clean the battlefield. I cleaned the wreckage of each MS, and don't let go of every screw." Rhode turned his head and said to Brandt. In his opinion, the two MSs that can be used for repair are just treasures. After the OS problem was solved, there were many people who could drive.

"I understand. After repairing your MS, we will do it immediately. By the way, do you have any modification requirements for GINN after the actual combat?"

"Well... the first is that the motor power needs to be strengthened. MS's reaction is too slow to keep up with my control rhythm. The second is that the damn 75MM rapid-fire machine cannon has too few bullets. If 40 bullets are not careful, they will be exhausted. The third is that there are no long-range attack weapons. When the battle situation is tangled, the range of the rapid-fire gun cannot hit the opponent at all." Rod thought about it for a moment and said, and when he was driving, he almost figured out the problem.

"Well, I will come up with a plan after I go back." Brandt wrote down all the problems and prepared to go back and discuss with his colleagues in the preparation class before solving them. At least in the current situation, these three points can be solved.

"Leave it to you." Rhodes stood up, lit a cigarette and walked towards the medical car. As a regiment leader, sometimes he had to care more than just about fighting.

With the development of technology to the present, battlefield surgery has been fully popularized. Rhodes listened to the screams in the car with a red cross not far away, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. He always gave people a firm feeling like a robot, but when he heard his brother's helpless screams, everyone would be sad.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the screams in the medical car stopped, the door was pushed open, but the person who was lifted down was an old acquaintance. In fact, every member of the mercenary group, Rhodes knew each other, but there were also guys who were particularly familiar, such as the man lying on a white stretcher now.

"Sure enough, you guy is still so lucky." Rhode walked over and cursed with a smile.

"Haha, I won't die until I get the 1000th woman." "Syphilis" lying on the stretcher forced a smile. The guy's blonde hair was already soaked in sweat. Although his face was fine, his left hand disappeared.

"Thanks to ZAFT's bastard for not blowing your balls away. How many times have you been injured? I remember the last time you were in the Libyan desert, your butt was hit by the anti-government forces." Rhode smiled and put the cigarette into the latter's mouth. The syphilis quickly took two mouthfuls.

"Haha, that time a bullet actually made four holes in my butt, which can only be said to be God's masterpiece." Syphilis also boasted about the legendary experience before, but in a flash the light on his face dimmed again. He said, "But it seems that I really want to see my brothers this time. Mercenaries who can't pick up guns are not good mercenaries."

Rhode was silent. He had to face the separation of life and death when he walked onto the battlefield, but he was most reluctant to watch his disabled comrades lying on a stretcher. After thinking about it, Rhode patted the man on the chest and said, "It will be fine, or it's good to do some logistics in the regiment."

"Forget it, I don't want to face the bastards of the 'Buls'. It's time to quit. I've earned almost the same money over the years. It's also good to go home and browse those thirsty women." "Syphilis" comforted Rhodes, but it seemed like comforting himself no matter how he looked.

Every mercenary did not know whether they could integrate into a normal society. There was no explosion of shells or howling at the top of their lungs. After retirement, they could only lose themselves in the bar, and then suffered from depression one day, and then ended their lives with their beloved pistol.

"Don't think too much, it will get better." How could Rhode not know what the steel-like warriors will end after they retire to the countryside, but he can only say that. Although the mercenaries make money quickly, they lose more things. War invades the human nerves like opium. Then, after living a peaceful life one day, the addiction to war will be powerful.

Rhode didn't say anything anymore, watching the two soldiers carry the syphilis away, and then to the man lying on the stretcher waved his remaining right hand, as if he was nostalgic and as if he was saying goodbye. Because after that, he was no longer a soldier, no longer facing a group of bloody men, and could only live and die in a drunken state with a large sum of money.

Africa has not been polluted too much. At least in the middle of the night, a bright moon can be seen hanging in the air on the grassland. Rhodes lit the last cigarette in the cigarette box, and then he found that there was already a person beside him.

The ‘Black Bear’ Klose sat next to Rhodes, but the man who was 1.90 meters tall revealed a deep feeling of fatigue. At least no one could see this side of this man in normal times.

"Do you know, the guy 'syphilis' has lost his hands. I really envy him for going back to live a fairy life." Rhode said after a long silence, but there was only comfort in his tone without any envy.

"It seems that the Polish girl is going to suffer." Klose grinned and quipped actively. They all hoped that their brothers could live better. According to the optimistic temperament of the guy syphilis, it should be fine.

"Is there any bad news?" After another silence, Rhodes clearly felt that Klose was not normal today, at least not so haggard in the past.

"The 'Madman' is dead." Klose said in a low voice.

Rhode was stunned, and after reacting, he patted Klose's shoulder and said, "We will all die, just front and back, send the money he left to his wife." He remembered that the generous Slavic man of the Madman was a good friend of the 'Black Bear', and it seemed that the two of them served in the Eurasian Federation a long time ago.

"I'll do it tomorrow, but I don't know what Sophia will do." This is really ironic. After the mercenaries earned so much money, they couldn't keep anything in the end.

"It will get better. Go to his house during the holidays." Rhodes didn't know how many times it was saying this today.

Klose didn't say anything, and Rhode knew that the man needed to calm down, so he stood up and patted the dust behind his butt, turned around and walked into the woods.

Maybe tomorrow he will return to society with his incomplete body, but before that, he has to work hard to survive in the smoke of gunpowder...
Chapter completed!