The next morning, it was a busy scene. The mercenary group piled all the supplies and weapons they were taking to the ground. A group of trucks were waiting there, and dozens of soldiers were constantly throwing supplies and ammunition onto the heavy trucks. This time, the Silver Wolf was out in full swing. In addition to the remaining twenty people in the garrison base, the remaining nearly 100 elites will be dispatched, and then they will bring two MSs, two M-72 tanks and four Viper II infantry tanks.

Although the number of people has decreased, the main combat troops have almost been replaced by full-mechanical legions. These heavy weapons alone have increased by more than several times the power of relying on individual soldiers to fight in the past.

"Dangdangdang" accompanied by heavy steps, GINN numbers 01 and 02 slowly walked to the load-load transport vehicle. A group of busy soldiers stared at these two bodies that looked like demons, especially Rhodes' No. 01 GINN. The 140MM heavy chariot cannon on his shoulder flashed coldly in the dazzling sunshine of Africa.

Rhode jumped off the lift rope, and the officer who had been waiting aside hurriedly surrounded him.

"Sir, the combat team has been prepared and you can set off after the supplies are shipped." Klose saluted and reported.

Rhode pulled away his sultry driving suit and threw it aside, and then rested naked for a while, then asked, "How long will it take to complete the supplies?"

"About an hour," replied Brandt, who was in charge of material assembly.

Rhodes looked at his watch and it was about 7 a.m., but the Eurasian Federal notice said that the transport plane would arrive at 2 p.m., and the 6-hour time was still a bit tight from here to the nearest air base.

Whether in the past or present life, Rhodes was a person with a strong sense of time, so he pondered and said, "I'll give you half an hour. The whole group must be on the road at 7:30. Can it be done?"

"I think it should be possible." Brandt gave an answer and hurried to coordinate the work.

Rhodes handled the matter on the scene and walked to the front of the "Knight". The rebellion a few days ago deeply hurt Rhodes' relationship with the latter, because most of the people who were expelled and shot were his team. Although Rhodes can have a clear conscience, it is indispensable to eliminate gossip about dissidents.

A handsome blonde man looked at Rhode quietly, with a serious expression on his face still for a long time. It was hard to see what the man was thinking in his heart. Rhode actually believed in this guy's character, just like his nickname, and "Knight" has a reputation in the mercenary group. Since the world has changed to this day, this man still believes in Puritanism and is extremely strict with himself.

"I will be optimistic about my family." The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the "Knight" spoke. His magnetic voice was as cold as an iceberg at the moment. In his heart, he was an anti-coordinator, which had nothing to do with hatred. It was just that the "Knight" felt that this artificial life blasphemed God's authority.

Rhode patted the "Knight" on the shoulder, shook his head and did not say a word. He has worked happily with this man over the years, but the collision in the deep ideology is inevitable. Rhode is a pragmatist. In his opinion, the powerful coordinator is the main member of the mercenary group in the future. This does not mean that natural persons are not good, but the coordinator's physical fitness and learning ability can quickly become the main combat force of the team.

Half an hour passed quickly, and as Brandt said, all the supplies had been loaded at 7:30, and even the soldiers boarded the infantry fighting chariots.

"We're leaving, the base will ask you." Rhode shook hands with several left-behind officers, and finally walked to Katharine and stopped. Because the blonde girl stood behind Katharine, she didn't say anything, stared at Rhode with her emerald-like eyes. This was the first time the two met in a month. Because of the last erotic appearance, this time she met a little embarrassed.

Although Theresa is not as charming as the nation, her appearance is also the best. Her long golden hair is tied into a ponytail, and her face is also a stubborn expression, and she reveals a hint of heroism because she is a soldier.

"You're hurting better." Rhodes held it in for a long time and finally said something. He didn't understand how he felt about this girl. Just a prisoner seemed not that simple.

The girl nodded slightly, smiled with her teeth, took a deep breath and said, "I'm much better. Sister Kathleen has contacted ZAFT. Maybe I'll be able to return to the army soon."

"Is that so good, but don't be so naive after going to the battlefield in the future, the United Army will not be so kind."

"I know, these days have made me understand a lot. Maybe you might be the one who is captured next time." Teresa returned to her former liveliness and slapped Rhodes.

"I'm looking forward to it." Rhode waved his hand, and he knew it was just a joke, but the next time he met, he might be on the battlefield, and he wouldn't hold back then.

Rhode smiled, touched the latter's head in surprise, and then left without looking back.

When Rod got on the command car, the huge convoy started at the same time. After the roar of the motor, it rang northward.

Due to the recent popularity of ZAFT, the remnants of the army, Yuyong, who was active in southern Africa, also stopped. The Silver Wolf's convoy arrived at the Barbarossa Air Force Base in the Eurasian Federation without any obstacles.

As soon as he passed through the outer guard line, Rhode saw three giant transport planes parked on the long narrow runway, but unexpectedly there were not many fighter planes here. It seemed that the Eighth Air Wing stationed here was only one shell left. From the depressed expression of the base guards, it can be seen how much damage the Eurasian Federation has suffered recently.

The convoy stopped and started loading supplies to the transport plane. Rhodes led several officers including Klose and several other officers also met senior officials from the Eurasian Federation in the base office.

"Hello, I am Colonel Baker Kettle, the commander of the Barbarossa base." The officer of the Eurasian Federation took the initiative to greet him. This lieutenant colonel is different from the officer Rhodes had seen before. His size was over 1.8 meters, his strong body, his serious face and meticulous military uniform gave people the feeling of a professional soldier.

Rhode reached out and shook his hand with the other party and replied, "Silver Wolf Mercenary Group, Rhode L. Laurenz." This senior officer of the United Army gave him a great favor, or he had seen too many fat and big ears recently, and he saw such soldiers with high professional qualities at first sight.

"Please sit down." Colonel Keitel asked Rhodes and others to sit down, and then asked, "Tea or whiskey?"

"Tea, thank you." The mercenary group had no habit of drinking when they were in a mission.

Colonel Kettle asked the orderly to go out and prepare and sat in his seat, and then said with a surprise: "Captain Rhodes, maybe you don't remember, we had a fight a few years ago."

"Oh? Are you not an Air Force officer?" Rhode frowned, not expecting to meet a former opponent here.

Colonel Keitel waved his hand and grinned and said, "I am just a defeated general. At that time, I was still a commander of the special forces. We fought against each other when we were in the Middle East. I didn't expect that you are now in Africa."

When talking about the Middle East, Rhodes remembered for a moment that in the land that was depleted of oil, the mercenary group did fight with an elite special forces in the Eurasian Federation. Johnny was awarded the lottery in that battle. However, the final result was Silver Wolf who won, and there were as many as 10 special forces who died under him. Even the opponent's commander was cut off with a machete.

"So do you want to come again?" Rhode picked up the tea he had just brought, and then replied without showing his expression.

"You are kidding. We should have fought hard for survival on the battlefield. We are weak, and we have nothing to say when you defeat them, even if we pay a great price." Colonel Keitel said, and he pushed his right-hand uniform. Only then did Rhode see that the right hand was just a prosthetic limb.

"I'm very sorry." Cut off one of the other people's right hands and others still don't hold grudges. That's really an iron-blooded man.

"Don't regret it, I believe that if I cut off one of your right hands, you wouldn't hold a grudge." Kettle understood what these real men on the battlefield thought.

The two chatted for a while, and Rhodes stood up only after the soldiers came to report that the supplies and weapons had been loaded.

"It's a great time to chat with you, or I'm glad that the Earth Army has a real soldier like you."

"Haha, it's a pity that there are still too few like me. Those idiots will only send the guys to hell. And I have already made a report and took the initiative to ask to go to North Africa to join the war." Keitel said with a smile.

"So looking forward to seeing you again." Rhodes said at a rare salute. It seemed that this guy really went to North Africa with the idea of ​​going to die, otherwise it would be great to stay in this place far away from the war zone.
Chapter completed!