Chapter 3 The Collapse of the Female Soldier ()

The fat man felt aggrieved.

Cried until tears fell into the rain.

I can't live this day.

He refused to leave during the fight, and couldn't leave when he was allowed to leave. At the end of the day, he tipped someone off and pointed out a way out, but he was abandoned here. He cried and cried. Tian Xingjian was not a fool. He picked up the gun, turned around, and ran deep into the jungle.

.As agile as a fat rabbit.

As long as these imperial mechas don't enter the jungle, Fatty has an 80% chance of escaping back. It would be better if these mechas followed the federal mechas in pursuit.

The fat man can run across the open area at the fastest speed. As long as he plunges into the not-so-turbulent water of the Su Peng Man River, he can easily return to the station by relying on his body fat and his armed strength to swim in the first place in the battalion.

camp. After eating a few big barbecues and drinking a cup of hot chocolate or tea, if you are lucky, you might even find some wine. Tian Xingjian quickly shook his head to get rid of these stupid thoughts. He was tired and hungry here.

Thinking about these things when he is sad will undoubtedly make the fat man feel very broken.

They must first find a place to hide. If those heavy mechas do not pursue northward after arriving on the battlefield, but collect the scattered individual mechas on the spot, then this woodland will unintentionally become their garrison.

The fat man could almost imagine himself being caught, skinned into a white sheep, hung in a tree, and being whipped into the fat with a whip.

It's so tragic.

He figured out the direction slightly and ran all the way. To increase the chance of survival, he had to get a few tools.

The original station of the federal armored forces was not far from this forest. Fatty quickly arrived at the camp. After rummaging through the cabinets, he found several individual grenades, a large piece of compressed solid energy block, and a replaced

Down energy cannon.

The most important thing is an automatic robotic arm used by mechanical maintenance soldiers. With it, Fatty can assemble all kinds of strange vehicles in the shortest possible time using any parts he can see. In the previous twenty escapes,

He ran away like this fifteen times. This time the material seemed to be much more abundant than the previous times.

But the weight of these things was not something that Fatty could take away alone. He quickly dug a hole with the mechanical arm used for maintenance and buried all the things except grenades in batches. Then Fatty put them down without hesitation.

Light the fire, get up and run.

When the fire caused the ammunition to explode according to the order arranged by Tian Xingjian, this poor and lonely mechanical maintenance soldier had already arrived at a smelly mud pond in the middle of the forest.

It only took him a few minutes to completely bury himself in it. There was only a hollow pipe left leading to the grass beside the pond. To avoid the detection of infrared rays and bio-radar, the anti-detection combat uniform on his body was not enough.

.The fat man lowered his breathing and heartbeat to a dangerous level. This was one of the strange techniques taught to him by the bear instructor in the reconnaissance training camp.

Tian Xingjian had an unusual talent for these strange techniques. He always felt that if he could stay like this until the end of the war, he wouldn't mind burying himself deeper.

The Imperial mecha team outside the forest was just as Fatty expected.

They did not continue to pursue, but contacted the individual mechas scattered around and began to gather the troops. According to their combat plan, this would become an advance base for their attack on New Rome. This meant that Fatty had to wait if he wanted to.

If they crawled out of the mud after they left, they might as well carve another tombstone for themselves.

Poor Tian Xingjian didn't know this. As soon as he relaxed, tiredness came over him like a tide, and he quickly fell asleep in the mud pond.

At this time, the headquarters of the Leray Federation was in chaos.

Phone calls were ringing one after another, and the central computer was processing tens of thousands of pieces of frontline information. The combat staff were ashen-faced and inputting war information one by one into the virtual sandbox.

The Milok planet suspended directly above the hall is riddled with holes. The red color symbolizing the Imperial Army is spreading on the virtual planet image at an alarming speed. More than 40 of the more than 60 immigrant cities have been destroyed.

Surrounded. Sixteen of them have been captured, and one city has completely turned gray-black, which is a sign of complete destruction.

With all their air power lost, the Federation's ground defense forces fell into fighting on their own. Large blocks of virtual icons symbolizing the strength of the Federation were separated by the red Imperial Army and quickly disappeared.

In the commander's office, General Mikhailovich, who is in charge of the command, is reporting the war situation to the president who is visiting the headquarters in person.

"So far, the Federation has completely lost control of the five immigrant planets, and the Eleventh and Twelfth Space Forces stationed in the Galileo system have been basically wiped out. Only one Orion-class battleship can escape.

Several light cruisers and a Titan-class aircraft carrier were spared due to duty rotation. Due to the huge disparity in strength between the Milok local fleet stationed in the Newton system and the enemy, after losing 50% of the battleships, the commander-in-chief

The Ministry of Defense agrees and has withdrawn from the Atlantis star field."

General Mihailovich's voice was a little hoarse. It has been half a year since the Gacharin Empire's undeclared war. Due to the Federation's long-term serious lack of preparation for war, it has not been able to organize enough.

Defense power, let alone counterattack. The LeLei Federation, which has three major star regions and eight star systems, is facing the most severe test ever.

Facing the Gacharin Empire, which has sufficient military preparations, the Leray Federation's military power has always been weak, and the dove party that dominates the government and parliament has relaxed its vigilance too much against the Gacharin royal family, which has a history of aggression and pedigree.

Proposals to increase the budget were rejected.

Funds are short, the ships are old, and training is insufficient.

What makes Mikhailovich even more helpless is that a large number of academic commanders in the army have never experienced the baptism of war. The Leray Federation has been peaceful for too long. In this heroic country born three hundred years ago,

, the older generation of glorious generals and stars in the War of Independence have become names in history textbooks and sculptures on the lawn of military academies.

What the Leray Federation needs now is time. The national mobilization order has been issued. Factories and shipyards are also operating at full capacity to build new mechas and warships. Groups of new recruits are continuously entering the military camp for training, and time will

Does it bring the dawn of victory to LeRae?

"The First Mixed Space Army, composed of the 4th, 6th, and 7th Space Fleets, has assembled in the central Leray star field. Since the space jump point has been blocked by the Gacharin Empire's space fleet, it has been forced to jump to reinforce the Newton galaxy.

It’s impossible, so the high command has issued an order to block the jump point between Lelei and the Atlantis star field, and the First Mixed Army to defend on the spot.”

Seeing that the president, who was holding a teacup and frowning, had no expression, Mikhailovich continued: "The First, Second, and Eighth Space Fleets drawn from the Hundred Screen Star Region are gathering behind the scenes, and the maintenance of the ships and

It will take some time to replenish ammunition personnel. Third, the Ninth Space Fleet has been ordered to set off to detour around the public star field to find a new jumping point to the Atlantis star field. The Fifth and Tenth Space Fleet are still responsible for guarding the capital.

The safety of the main star."

"The local fleets have begun a comprehensive reorganization. After adding ships and personnel, it is expected to expand to five to six mixed fleets."

President Hamilton finally put down the tea cup in his hand, waved his hand and said: "Tell me about your difficulties and what do you need me to do? As long as the military needs it, I will support it unconditionally."

After a pause, the president continued: "The current situation in the country is very unstable. Five immigrant planets, nearly 300 cities, and hundreds of millions of people have been lost. The people are calling for a counterattack. The opposition parties are also adding fuel to the fire.

,If the Milok star is lost again, we will be completely passive, and there will be no forward base for strategic counterattack."

Seeing Mihajlovic opening his mouth to speak, the president waved his hand to stop him. He stood up and walked to the window, turning his back to the general and said: "I know what you want to say, but we have no way out. If we can't keep Mihailovich,

Rockstar, I will become the first president in the history of the Federation to resign, and you will also become the first general to be removed from office. Without sacrifice, there is no victory. Even if it is a gamble, we can only die.

Next generation, take a chance like this."

Turning around, the president motioned to his secretary to hand a document to Mihajlovic, and then said: "This is all the power that can be accumulated by the federal mobilization within three months. I believe that as long as we survive these three months,

, we will be able to enter a strategic balance of power, and relying on our resources and production capabilities that are nearly twice as high as those of the Gacharin Empire, we can launch a full-scale counterattack within a year."

"Without sacrifice, there is no victory." Mikhailovich chewed on this sentence repeatedly.

"Even if there is only one city and one armed force, we must resist to the end. Milok must not completely fall into Gacharin's hands. If the people need victory, we will give them victory. If public opinion needs heroes, we will give them heroes.

." The president's eyes were far calmer than his tone: "Attack the jumping point, quickly increase the number of Milok troops, unify the ground resistance, create federal heroes, and strive for local victory. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Mihajlovic nodded heavily. He suddenly realized that he was no longer a pure soldier. He considered political needs more than military needs.

"Hopefully, the choices we made are correct."

Looking at the president's back as he strode away, the general thought silently.

Tian Xingjian quietly got out of the mud pond. After all, it was not that pleasant to be buried in the smelly mud pond for half a day and a night.

When Tian Xingjian was in the mud pond, he knew that this time he was in serious embarrassment.

Imperial mechas, transport vehicles, and soldiers were constantly moving back and forth in the jungle. The Imperial Army seemed to be stationed here until the end of the war. They even opened a small airport in the forest clearing for the landing of ultra-small transport ships.

A steady stream of troops gathered here, and materials piled up like mountains.

The fat man knew with his toes that the Federal Army must have retreated to the second line of defense, and maybe the Sujiang Bridge had been blown up by the Federal Army.

Although he was in a mud pond, Fatty had the ability to tell what kind of army the Imperial Army had stationed here and how big it was just by listening to the sound. This was his only pastime while hiding in the mud pond.

Tian Xingjian "observed" this evil imperial army motionless.

During this day and night, the Imperial Army was attacked twice by the Federal Air Force, but it is estimated that they were well concealed and did not suffer too much material and military losses.

But as the Imperial Air Force gradually strengthened its air resistance, nothing happened in the jungle that made Tian Xingjian feel happy. Disguising himself as a huge mud ball in the grass, the fat man's brain kept spinning.

"Grandma, if this continues, I will either be found and beaten to death or starve to death."

If it weren't for the patriotic education he had received since childhood, the fear of torture and the reluctance to leave the flying car in the villa of Xing's family in the capital, Fatty almost wanted to walk over and be captured by the imperial army.

"No matter what, I have to escape from here." Fatty thought fiercely in his heart: "If this situation remains like this, I will probably be beaten to pieces before I can escape from this forest."

After thinking about it, the fat man had no choice. It seemed that the good thing of being able to escape smoothly without taking risks was not his turn.

As a scout, usually in such a situation, they will adopt methods such as assassinating enemy commanders, blasting, camouflaging, locking targets for the Air Force's guided missiles, poisoning water sources, etc. to create chaos and survive in the chaos, but these are not suitable for fat people.

, it was so dangerous, he almost didn't want to think about it.

Assassinate the chief? If the chief dies, so does the fat man.

Explosion? If the material explodes, you will be dead.

Are you pretending to be an enemy soldier and watching a movie? Fatty can speak a few imperial dialects and overheard the passwords, but what if he can't find suitable clothes? Fatty usually has to go to a store that specializes in plus-size clothing to buy clothes.

Woolen cloth.

Guidance for the Air Force? How many broken planes of the Federation are still surviving? Well, even if you are an ace pilot, it is not easy to break through the blockade of the Imperial Air Force?

The water source is poisoned? Fatty is just a mechanical maintenance soldier now, not a treasure bag special soldier who has a little bit of everything. What about the poison?

The fat man felt that his brain was going to explode and he was in a dilemma.
To be continued...