(This chapter has 4500 words, two chapters combined into one)
In his opinion, this robot should answer him.
However, there was no response at all...
Mu Fan asked several more times, but there was still no response.
The only sound that could be heard was the bumpy sound of the transport truck driving on the bumpy road.
Looking back at the quiet carriage passage behind him, separated by thick steel plates, Mu Fan suddenly felt as if he had entered a prison.
There is also a camera above the partition between the carriage and the cab that is monitoring the situation dutifully.
I believe that any changes made by Mu Fan will be transmitted to the 149th Division's intelligence center in real time.
Mu Fan turned his back to the camera, walked to the end of the carriage, and looked at the rolling dragon behind him through the observation hole on the heavy door.
"Hei, I feel like the thing being escorted is not the goods, but me."
A soft voice sounded. Mu Fan casually took out a pack of compressed biscuits, tore it open and swallowed it. He just sat quietly in the car for two days without any communication. His first mission was really boring.
"Huh, it's just a trick. Don't worry, just walk over and put your wrist to the call window. Uncle Hei is the best at handling this kind of situation."
Hei sneered and told Mu Fan.
So while being monitored by the camera, Mu Fan pretended to be nonchalant and came back again, with his wrist resting on the call window.
“Are our lines safe?”
"This is my first mission, and I don't want to mess it up."
There seemed to be an annoyed voice.
…
149th Division Headquarters, Intelligence Center.
Major Gary was quietly watching the real-time monitoring of the two material transport vehicles.
Mu Fan's behavior seemed a bit funny to him. He just wanted to chat with a robot that only had a fixed program. He was really out of his mind.
But soon the private named Mu Fan gave up this move and walked towards the rear of the carriage again.
It seemed that he had hit a wall. It was a normal person's behavior. The major nodded.
After a while, when Mu Fan turned around and walked towards the car window, Major Gary laughed and stopped paying attention. This guy is really a dead-head.
And my brain was flooded with water.
After laughing, Gary no longer paid full attention to the picture of this fool, but instead conducted a routine inspection of other surveillance pictures.
However, no one knew that the bottom of the camera happened to be the semi-blind area of the surveillance camera. When Mu Fan put his palm on the iron window, it happened to be a scene that the surveillance camera could not see.
And no one knew that when Mu Fan's left-hand watch was quietly attached to the steel grid window, the blue eyes of the driving robot fluctuated.
"The force field is under construction, the completion progress is 44%...67%..."
"Carry out signal camouflage and start to invade the central control chip. The progress is 40%, 75%..."
"All invasions completed."
"The video surveillance signal has been modified."
"The superior command information has been obtained."
"In this field, Lord Black is invincible."
Mu Fan was listening intently to Hei's progress report when the head of the black robot driving the transport truck suddenly turned 180 degrees and said.
The last sentence comes from the front.
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, raised his left index finger and pointed at it without saying anything.
"You are already blind. I have taken over this car just now, and the car next to you will take over in 10 seconds. Don't worry, if I don't convince them that you are a good boy, I lose."
Looking at the dull robot in front of him, Mu Fan's mouth twitched.
"Can you stop being so poor!"
When Major Gary scanned the monitor again, Mu Fan in the picture had given up the conversation and lay down in the passage out of boredom and fell asleep.
"Major...this?"
The intelligence officer looked at Gary hesitantly.
"Okay, don't worry about it. Just check it from time to time in two days."
Seeing this scene, Major Gary finally relaxed and stopped paying attention.
The Intelligence Department does not have internal monitoring facilities or sound collectors, so Black naturally does not know the conversations between several people.
However, by monitoring the military network, the intelligence personnel changed the channels they focused on, and finally inferred from the side that their monitoring of Mu Fan had quietly weakened.
The latent program from Black resides in the terminal communication channel of the Materials Department, without touching what it considers to be an extremely crude defense program.
In the "completely normal" surveillance screen, Mu Fan was still sound asleep.
However, in reality, Mu Fan was already sitting in the passenger seat, feeling the unique charm from the planet Ypsilon e73.
Windy sand, desolation, hills.
It was endless gray with no green at all.
Even the moss is brown, but it looks dry but feels quite moist.
Except for some tenacious plants, Mu Fan has not seen any animals so far.
No traces of large biological activity were found along the way.
The window was wide open, Mu Fan put one hand on the car door, and the deafening rock music played by Hei could be heard in his ears.
The intense and dense drum beats combined with the hoarse voice, combined with the desolate battlefield, perfectly outline the feeling of a doomsday wasteland.
Even in Mu Fan's disbelieving eyes, the body of the naked black robot beside him was still swaying rhythmically, and even the supply truck was twisting and turning as it drove.
When Hei took control of the driving robot, Mu Fan also completed his identity change instantly.
He truly became the person in charge of two material transport vehicles.
In Hei's words, it is the transformation from grandson to uncle.
Turning his head and looking at the robot that was concentrating on enjoying the driving pleasure, Mu Fan shouted:
"black?"
"Hey boy, do you want to change the song to the next one?"
The blue electronic eyes glanced at Mu Fan, and the black robot still couldn't stop swaying to the song.
Communication failed before the conversation even started...
Mu Fan simply closed his eyes and leaned on the seat. Hei obviously hadn't woken up from the excitement of getting a new body.
After the invasion was successful, Mu Fan, as the host, naturally knew the true status of the two transport vehicles.
The two robots showed no traces of human operation and simply followed the set driving procedures. In the database of these two robots, this route was a safe route developed by the federal military.
Therefore, it is unlikely that I will encounter any danger on the road.
In addition to the possibility of facing harassment from sporadic small groups of enemies within a dozen kilometers after entering the fire hilly area.
However, the 27th Infantry Company of the 104th Division at the destination of material support will definitely come to respond.
Without low-altitude aircraft, it would take at least two days depending on the speed of the supply truck. These two days are destined to be boring and long.
However, since it is support, what role can one person play?
Under the gray sky, one person and two cars were drifting away.
…
"Did you hear that the stingy commander of the 149th Division actually gave us support supplies?"
A veteran, whose face was covered by thick mud, held the pulse rifle in his hand and felt the rustle of artillery fire above the air raid shelter.
Sergeant Major 27 of the 27th Infantry Company, Joe Pate, is a veteran of more than nine years fighting on the border.
In his words, when he was studying in a B-level military academy, he severely beat up a military nobleman who was paralyzed but tried to drive away because of an uneven road.
In the end, he was assigned to the border in retaliation, where he stayed for nine years.
During this period, from the space station to an asteroid, Joe Pate had many narrow escapes. Finally, with his military exploits... he was stationed in an old war zone where fierce conflicts still existed.
In name, he is beautified as a newbie.
After being away from the stable life of those peaceful planets for so long, he almost forgot how comfortable normal life is.
But if the time comes again and you ask him if he will do it again, his answer is definitely yes, and he will do it even more fiercely.
You can do as many scumbags as you want.
A long combat career has already allowed Joe Pate to develop a fiery temper, and he has also grown from a young student to a murderous veteran.
The Huoqiu District is one of the more than thirty theaters of the 104th Division where the confrontation is quite intense.
The straight-tempered division commander is no better than them. Now he can no longer even provide normal material relief to the soldiers.
"Oh, this is such a bastard society."
Thinking of this, Qiao spat hard again.
Boom, boom!
There was another violent shelling above the head, and the falling rocks hurt my body.
"Those bastards from the Frontier Army bombarded us for half an hour every day because of their abundant ammunition. If it weren't for the strong will of our 27th Infantry Company, all the soldiers from other soft-hearted divisions would have run away long ago.
Joe, do you think the supplies we got this time are any good?"
Next to Joe Pate, a strong black sergeant asked with his neck raised.
"Good stuff? Can you expect junky Quinton to provide us with good stuff?"
"Hey, that's right. Then if the other party enters the Fire Hill Area, we won't respond."
"Of course I want to go. I'll keep you and the car for me. Why don't you take it for free?"
Ash continued to fall from their heads, and all the soldiers closed their eyes and waited quietly for the bombardment to pass.
As for counterattack?
It's a miracle that their troops in the Fire Hill District can survive until now relying on beggars for supplies.
Finally, after the daily shelling ended, a group of people walked out of the dusty air-raid shelter, patted the broken soil on their bodies, and stood in the outer fortifications looking at the howitzer array in the distance.
This kind of daily dealing with all kinds of artillery shells has become as accustomed as eating and drinking. In addition, both sides are extremely self-disciplined and do not use poisonous gas attacks, which is more like a daily confrontation.
After confirming that the soldiers of the distant Gardut Empire had stopped attacking, Major Jerome, the leader of the 27th Infantry Company, with his blond hair like a chicken nest, stood under the staggered rock and gave a concentrated lecture.
As for the content, it was of course a daily routine of morale boosting, including some remarks about killing the enemy, making achievements in battle, getting promoted, getting rich, and leaving this damn place.
It made the soldiers in the infantry company laugh.
The infantry company that once had a full strength of 178 people now has more than 90 people left.
On this planet, there are five to six hundred areas similar to theirs that require continuous garrison, large and small.
Of course, the 27th Infantry Company belongs to the pitifully small number of people among them. Even among the five divisions abcde of the Fire Hill District, they only belong to the Fire Hill D defense zone.
During the lecture, the wireless communicator on Major Jerome's waist vibrated.
The soldiers' eyes immediately focused on him.
The unkempt major with a chicken coop on his head yelled: "What are you looking at!"
Then he answered the call calmly, said yes twice and then hung up.
A pair of eyes squinted at the group of soldiers with colorful bodies in front of them, and grinned: "The supplies truck has arrived, ten kilometers away. They have never been to the hilly area of the split-level rock area, so they can't get in."
"Hahahaha." A burst of laughter came.
"Qiao, take the assault team over to help you, cheer up the boys, don't lose the momentum of our 27th Infantry Company of the 104th Division, and let those weak soldiers see what a real soldier is!"
"yes!"
Joe Pate stood at attention with a military salute on his face, then turned around and looked at the members of the assault team with a sinister smile on his face: "Stand up your chest and let those girl-like soldiers show what it means to be a man.
The soldiers put on the exoskeleton armor, and we went to receive supplies!"
Amidst the sound of wolves howling, more than twenty soldiers who looked like they were wearing gray faces laughed, quickly changed their clothes, and quickly rallied with textbook standard movements.
Four all-terrain off-road mine-laying vehicles, two jet motorcycles, and seven exoskeleton armored warriors, this team of more than 20 people ran flexibly towards the split-level hills in the distance.
On the other side, Mu Fan had no idea that the members of the assault team of the 27th Infantry Company had come over to greet him "joyfully".
It was just that Hei told him that the normal reporting process had been carried out, and the next step was to wait for the other party to come over and contact him.
We can't proceed rashly ahead. The tactical mines scattered all over the mountains and plains in the Fire Hill District are not for nothing.
Under the hard work of those veterans, the Fire Hill Area has long since become a large minefield.
At this moment, Mu Fan was standing neatly next to two heavy supply trucks with a marching bag on his back, looking up into the distance.
The name of the Fire Hill Area is really appropriate. It is not a hill, but a staggered area composed of low rock and fire stone hills.
The reddish-brown colors all over the mountains and plains look like lit torches.
Maybe this is the name of the Fire Hills area.
respirator filter
And my future mission is to survive here for thirty days?
Mu Fan licked his lips, and in the mouth and nose covered by the respirator, he could faintly smell the smell of gunpowder smoke that could not be filtered out.
At this time, the sudden movement not far away caught Mu Fan's eyes. Under his extraordinary vision, he could see a small group of fully armed mechanized infantry suddenly emerging from the rock formations below the ground, and then heading towards
Come quickly by yourself.
It looks like this is the troop that came to take over, right?
However, to be cautious, Mu Fan still raised the ow42 rifle in his hand very dedicatedly. Although this gun was heavy, it was far less advanced than the ow76 model he had held before, and for him, it was not even as good as the one in his hand.
The handle of the dagger is easy to use.
But for strangers, the pulse rifle is obviously better.
In the billowing smoke and dust, this group of imposing soldiers had arrived in front of Mu Fan.
Four sharp-edged mine-laying vehicles quickly surrounded the supply vehicle, followed by a manned jet motorcycle and a dozen soldiers with guns jumped out. Finally, seven soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor with scars stopped in front of him.
"I am Mu Fan, the material transport officer of the 149th Division, please identify yourself!"
Mu Fan strictly abides by the principles of being a warrior.
I don't want to mess up such a simple thing. Checking my identity is a necessary process.
The soldiers who had just surrounded Mu Fan and the two black robots were stunned, and so was Joe Pate.
"only you?"
"I am the only escort officer, Mu Fan." The young man replied in a calm voice.
Hearing Mu Fan's words, the soldiers burst into laughter:
"Hahahaha, a man came up and pointed a gun at us to identify himself. Where did this new recruit come from? The most basic private... The 149th Division is really good. They sent a private to rescue us."
The black sergeant's face turned cold and he looked at Mu Fan with an unkind expression.
Click, click, click, and instantly more than twenty guns were pointed at Mu Fan.
As the leader of the team, Qiao walked up to Mu Fan with a sullen face, and then showed a sarcastic smile:
"Recruit, this is not a place for you to follow the instructions. But in order to give you an explanation and to thank you for your supplies, I will not embarrass you this time."