Mu Fan said nothing, but looked coldly at Major Jerome who was giving orders in front of him.
This resolute officer didn't even ask how Mu Fan got the news.
Paranoid and perseverant, I am afraid this word is best used for Major Jerome.
However, in these short ten days, Mu Fan felt a sense of belonging to the 27th Infantry Company. He would never sit back and watch those teammates who had fought together make unnecessary sacrifices and die!
Mu Fan looked at Second Sergeant Major Joe Pate, who had just left and returned. The other party also saw Mu Fan's gaze, and then felt the subtle atmosphere in the underground cave.
"Recruit, what's wrong?" The earthy color on Qiao's face became darker, and now he looked like a man dug out of a mound of earth.
"The intelligence is false! The 149th Division troops will not come to support us at all."
Mu Fan was categorical.
"Hmph, a material escort from the 149th Division told me that the information about the 149th Division's support was false. Then I ask you, do I believe the news from the friendly division, or do I believe you, a private of unknown origin!"
Major Jerome looked at Mu Fan with an evil look and said bitterly.
Now Qiao probably understood what was going on. He looked at Mu Fan with a solemn expression: "How did you decide?"
Mu Fan looked at the veteran who had led a team to take over supplies, and slowly shook his head, "No comment."
Regarding Hei's stealing method, he could not reveal it under any circumstances.
After saying these words, a trace of disappointment flashed in Qiao's eyes, but what he saw in Mu Fan's eyes was only a cold determination, not the fear of escaping death.
Jerome's fists clenched loudly as he glared at Mu Fan, but in the end he suppressed the urge to get angry.
Qiao shook his head imperceptibly, his eyes returned to the kind of boldness that was unique to veterans, and he looked at his major.
"Major, give me the mecha's activation button."
Jerome glared at Mu Fan again, took out four start buttons from his arms and threw them at Joe Pate.
"I have one for myself, and you, Joyce, Theresa, and Como each have one. I will redistribute the remaining personnel into five groups. All exoskeleton armors will be distributed, and all battery packs will be distributed evenly.
One carries three days' marching rations."
"Starting from tomorrow, the enemy and we will officially switch to mountain warfare. We must use the mobility of the mecha and the trembling of the opponent to attack the emperor's core firepower! Hold it for 48 hours! It is victory!"
"Yes, Major!"
Qiao took over the activation buttons of the four mechas and responded with enthusiasm.
Creak, creak...
Hearing the clear sound of clenching fists, the two of them looked at Mu Fan at the same time.
Mu Fan gritted his teeth, his fierce eyes showed no fear, and said word by word: "I need a mecha!"
"Mecha?"
Jerome raised his eyebrows, then sneered, "Impossible! Not to mention mechas, we won't even equip you with exoskeleton armor. I won't do anything to you in these extraordinary times. I won't do anything to you until the reinforcements from the 149th Division arrive.
I'll turn you over to them."
Then he stared at Mu Fan with squinted eyes, stretched out his index finger and tapped the air in front of Mu Fan, "During this period, if you want to escape, you can escape by yourself, and I will not do anything to you! But after the beating is over, I will
You are court-martialed."
The major's cold warning echoed in Mu Fan's ears.
After the words fell, Mu Fan looked at Jerome like this. Their eyes were equally cold and fearless.
"I won't run away."
Mu Fan replied calmly, then turned and left.
Now Major Jerome can't listen to any opinions at all, and he will not waste any more words.
He is not a savior and will not fight for the lives of these people.
But during these days, Mu Fan also met comrades such as Bob and Bench who he could trust.
He couldn't bear the fact that these people he knew well were led to death by a leader who insisted on his own way, let alone...
The insidious plan of those behind the scenes can succeed.
Especially, all of this actually started with his arrival.
Money... is more important than human life, right?
Mu Fan's indifferent eyes were filled with cold murderous intent!
This assessment of the Flying Dragon really made him know that human beings have always been a race with no shortage of fighting. Perhaps the real sinister object is the kind of justice that exists on the surface. After tearing off the pretense of civilization, what is left
The only thing that is naked is the naked one.
And the so-called heroes may just be pawns at the mercy of the conspirators hiding behind the scenes.
Mu Fan walked out of the cave. He was not interested in hearing where Jerome would arrange for him. With the number of soldiers remaining in the 27th Infantry Company, it would be a fool's errand to survive for two days!
Since the normal path doesn't work, then go your own way.
Although he admired those true iron-blooded soldiers, he had never regarded himself as a foolish and loyal soldier of the Federation. His belief had never been the loyalty to the country and dedication to the country promoted by the Federation.
He is nobody, he is a lone wolf walking among the stars.
Mu Fan, who grew up in the wilderness, really abides by the laws of the jungle.
He believes in his own heart and has his own beliefs and will.
There are many shadows on the way forward, but he believes in his fists, believes in the saber in his hand, believes in Shura, believes in black, and believes in the sleeping shadow fleet...
Under the iron will driven by powerful force.
Wherever he looked, there were all the conspiracies, plots, and obstacles——
Break them into pieces with one punch and bulldoze them all!
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Among the already sparse garrison crowd, no one noticed Mu Fan who had just walked out of the cave.
Major Jerome's words gave them hope of survival. All they had to do was to hold on for another 48 hours in the harsh situation.
The Fire Hills area is so big, and they also have mechas, so the opponent's firepower is forcibly suppressed by a level due to the terrain.
Could it be that under the guerrillas led by mechas, the entire army would be wiped out?
Looking at the busy soldiers with cold eyes, he believed that a large number of people would die in the next two days. But Mu Fan's mood did not fluctuate at all. This time he walked directly to the huge hole, at the deepest point,
It was the mottled mecha he had seen before.
Since you have decided to save yourself, you must go your own way.
Mu Fan's silent Shenyang disappeared into the shadow of the cave. No one noticed, or even if someone saw it, no one cared.
The activation button of the mecha was in the hands of Major Jerome, the top commander of the infantry company. The others could only face a pile of cold steel.
And for these soldiers who have been stationed at the border for a long time, what they hope to use and believe in more is actually exoskeleton armor. The mobility and powerful strength brought by the comprehensive body amplification are what enable them to navigate the intricate secret passages, like
A guarantee of survival in the labyrinth of hilly mountains.
The huge size of the mecha doesn't seem to be an advantage here.
Mu Fan didn't know what those soldiers were thinking, but even if he knew, he might just smile casually.
Because neither side has the ability to effectively check and balance the mecha.
In this kind of head-on confrontation between ground troops, mechas will always be the backbone of the battle.
If he wants to get a chance of survival in a desperate situation, the only thing he can and must choose is mecha!
What he has to do now is to get in touch with this ground monster.
In the darkness, the metal watch on his wrist shone coldly.