Vol 2 Chapter 557: Private Rescue

(4500 words in this chapter, two chapters in one)
In his opinion, the robot should answer himself.
However, there was no response...
Mu Fan asked several more times, but still did not respond.
Only the bumpy sound of the transporter driving on the bumpy road is in my ears.
Looking back at the quiet carriageway behind him, separated by thick steel plates, Mu Fan suddenly felt like he was in a prison.
There is also a camera above the partition between the carriage and the cab to monitor it dutifully.
It is believed that any changes in Mu Fan will be transmitted to the intelligence center of Division 149 in real time.
Mu Fan turned his back to the camera, walked to the end of the carriage, and looked at the rolling earth dragon behind him through the observation hole in the heavy box door.
"Black, I feel that the is not the goods, but me."
With a soft voice, Mu Fan took out a pack of compressed biscuits and tore and swallowed. He just sat quietly in the car for two days without any communication. His first task was really boring.
"Huh, get an axe at the door. Don't worry, you go over and stick your wrist to the call window. Uncle Black is the best at managing this situation."
Hei sneered and told Mu Fan.
As a result, during the surveillance of the camera, Mu Fan pretended to be innocent and returned again, putting his wrist on the call window.
"Is our line safe?"
"This is my first mission, I don't want to mess up."
An annoyed voice sounded.
...
149 Division, Intelligence Center.
Gehli Shao calmly watched the real-time monitoring of the two material transport vehicles.
Mu Fan's actions seemed a bit funny to him. Just now he wanted to strike up a conversation with a robot that only had a fixed program.
But soon this soldier named Mu Fan gave up this move and walked to the rear of the carriage again.
It seemed that he was hitting a wall. Normal people would do this behavior. The major nodded.
When Mu Fan turned and walked towards the car window after a while, Major Gehry no longer paid much attention after he laughed. This kid is really a dead brain.
And the brain is flooded.
After laughing, Gehry no longer pays attention to watching this fool's picture, but conducts regular inspections of other surveillance pictures.
However, no one knew that under the camera was the semi-blind area of ​​the surveillance. When Mu Fan put his palm on the iron window, it happened to be the image that the surveillance could not see.
And no one knew that when Mu Fan's left hand watch was quietly pasted on the steel grid window, the blue eyes of the driving robot waved.
"In the construction of the force field, 44%...67%..."
"The signal disguised and started to invade the central control chip, the progress was 40%, 75%..."
"All intrusion is over."
"The video surveillance signal has been modified."
"The superior order information has been obtained."
"In this field, Lord Black is invincible."
Mu Fan was listening attentively to the black progress report, and suddenly said that the head of the black robot driving the transporter in front of him suddenly rotated 180 degrees.
The last sentence comes from the front.
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, raised his left index finger, pointed to it, and said nothing.
"I have become blind. I have just taken over this car. The car next to it will be taken over in 10 seconds. Don't worry, if you don't convince them that you are a good boy, I will lose."
Looking at the dumb robot in front of him, Mu Fan twitched.
"Can you stop being so poor!"
When Major Gehry scanned the monitor again, Mu Fan in the screen had already given up the conversation and lay bored directly in the passage to sleep.
"Major...this?"
The intelligence agent looked at Gehry hesitantly.
"Okay, don't worry about it, just check it out from time to time in two days."
Seeing this scene, Major Gehry finally let go of his heart and stopped paying attention.
The Intelligence Department does not have internal monitoring facilities and sound collectors, so the black naturally does not know the conversations of several people.
However, through monitoring of military networks, intelligence personnel finally inferred from the side that their monitoring of Mu Fan has quietly weakened.
The latent program from the black resides in the terminal communication channel of the Ministry of Materials, and has not touched this extremely crude defense program in its view.
In the "completely normal" monitoring screen, Mu Fan was still asleep.
However, in reality, Mu Fan has already been sitting in the passenger seat and is feeling the unique charm of planet E73 from Epsilon.
Sandy, barren, hilly.
The endless grayness, without the slightest green.
Even the moss is kind of brown, but it looks dry and feels quite moist.
Except for some tenacious plants, so far, Mu Fan has not seen the existence of animals.
There were no traces of large-scale biological activities along the way.
With the window wide open, Mu Fan put one hand on the car door, hearing the deafening rock music played specially by black.
The explosive and dense drum beats matched with the hoarse voice, matched with this desolate battlefield, perfectly outlined the feeling of a doomsday wasteland.
Even in Mu Fan's unbelievable eyes, the bare black robot next to him was still swaying rhythmically, even twisting and twisting the car with the supplies.
When the black controlled the driving robot, Mu Fan also instantly completed the change of identity.
Really became the person in charge of two material transport vehicles.
In black words, it is the transition from grandson to uncle.
Turning his head, looking at the robot that is concentrating on driving, Mu Fan shouted:
"black?"
"Hey boy, do you want to change to the next song?"
The blue electronic eyes glanced at Mu Fan, and the black robot still couldn't stop swaying with the song.
The communication failed before the dialogue started...
Mu Fan simply closed his eyes and leaned on the seat. Hei obviously hadn't recovered from the excitement of acquiring a new body.
After the invasion was successful, Mu Fan, who was the host, naturally knew the true conditions of the two transport vehicles.
The two robots had no traces of human operation, they just followed the set driving procedures. In the database of the two robots, this route belongs to the safe route opened by the federal military.
So it is unlikely that I will encounter any danger on the road.
In addition to entering the fire hills area within ten kilometers, you may face sporadic harassment from small groups of enemies.
However, the 27th Infantry Company of the 104th Division at the destination of material support will definitely come over.
Without a low-altitude aircraft, relying on the speed of the material vehicle, it would take two days at the fastest. These two days are destined to be boring and long.
However, since it is support, what role can you play by yourself?
Under the gray sky, one person and two cars drifted away.
...
"Have you heard that the miserly master of Division 149 actually gave us support supplies."
An veteran whose face was covered by thick mud, holding a pulse rifle in his hand, felt the rustle of artillery fire above the air-raid shelter.
The second sergeant major of the 27th Infantry Company, Joe Pat, a veteran of more than nine years on the border.
In his words, when he was studying at a B-class military school, because the road saw unevenness, he smashed a soldier who was paralyzed but wanted to drive away.
In the end, he was retaliated and distributed to the border, staying for nine years.
During the period from the space station to the asteroid, Joe Petr made many dangerous escapes, and finally went from garrisoning to the old war zone where fierce conflict still exists.
Nominally beautified as experienced newcomers.
For a long time away from the stable life of those peaceful planets, he almost forgets how easy a normal life is.
But if the time comes again and ask him if he still does that thing, his answer is definitely to do it, and he will have to do it even harder.
There are not too many scumbags of that kind.
A long combat career has allowed Joe Pater to develop a hot temper and grow from a young student to a murderous veteran.
The Huo Hill District is one of the more than 30 battle zones of the 104 Division where the confrontation is quite fierce.
The straight-tempered division commanders are no better than them, and now even the normal material rescue for soldiers can no longer be done.
"Oh, this society of his bitch."
Thinking of this, Joe spat again fiercely.
Boom, boom!
There was another violent shelling above the head, and the falling stones hurt his body.
"The puppies of the Wing Front Army have been bombarding them for half an hour every day with their ammunition. If it weren't for our 27th Infantry Company's firm will, the soldiers who had been replaced by other soft-team divisions would have run clean. Joe, are there any good things about the supplies we got this time?"
Beside Joe Pat, a strong black sergeant curled his neck and asked.
"Good stuff? Can you expect Quinton, who is like rubbish, to provide us with good stuff?"
"Hey, too. If the opponent enters the fire hills area, we won't be able to respond."
"Of course I have to go, even if someone takes the car to me, why not send it up for free."
The dust kept falling from the top of their heads, and all the sergeants closed their eyes, quietly waiting for the time for the bombardment to pass.
As for the counterattack?
It is a miracle that their troops in the Fire Hill area can survive with the supply of beggars.
Finally, after the daily shelling was over, a group of people walked out of the dusty air-raid shelter, slapped the debris on their bodies, and stood inside the fortifications and looked at the howitzer array in the distance.
This day of dealing with all kinds of shells has long been used to eating and drinking. Coupled with the fact that both parties are extremely self-disciplined not using poison gas attacks, this is more like a confrontational routine.
After confirming that the soldiers of the Gador Empire in the distance were no longer attacking, Major Jerome, the head of the 27th Infantry Company, stood under the split-level huge rock with a mess of blond hair like a chicken coop, and gave a concentrated talk.
As for the content, of course, it is a daily routine morale boosting, and there are many of them that are opposite to the death, making military achievements, turning back to promote and make money and leave this damned place.
The soldiers of the infantry company laughed.
The 178-man infantry company that was once fully staffed has more than 90 soldiers left.
On this planet, there are five to six hundred areas like them that need to be stationed continuously.
Of course, the 27th Infantry Company belongs to one of the poorest personnel, and even the five divisions of ABCDE in the Fire Hill District, and they only belong to the Fire Hill D defense zone.
In the process of speaking, the wireless communicator on Major Jerome's waist vibrated.
The soldiers' eyes immediately focused on him.
The unkempt major against the chicken coop screamed: "What do you look at!"
Then he connected calmly, and hung up the Tianxun after two hum.
A pair of eyes looked at the group of colored soldiers in front of him, grinning: "The material truck has arrived, ten kilometers away. In the hilly area of ​​the split-level rocky area, they have never been here before and cannot come in."
"Hahahaha." A burst of laughter came.
"Joe, you take the assault team to take it in, so that the lads will cheer up. Don't lose the momentum of the 27th Infantry Company of our 104th Division, and let the soft guys see what a real soldier is!"
"Yes!"
Joe Pat stood upright with a military salute on his face, then turned to look at the members of the assault team, with a grin on his face: "Put up your chest and let the girlish soldiers see what a man is. The soldiers put on the exoskeleton armor and we are going to receive supplies!"
Amid the howls of wolves, more than twenty seemingly gray-headed soldiers laughed and quickly changed their outfits and assembled quickly with standard textbook-like movements.
Four all-terrain cross-country mine-laying vehicles, two jet motorcycles, and seven exoskeleton armored fighters, the team of more than twenty people ran towards the split-level hills in the distance.
On the other side, Mu Fan didn't even know that the assault team members of the 27th Infantry Company had come to meet him with joy.
It's just that Hei told him that the normal reporting process has been carried out, and the next step is to wait for the other party to come and connect.
You can't move forward rashly. The tactical mines in the fire hills are not vegetarian.
Under the hard work of those veterans, the Huoqiang area has long become a large minefield.
At this moment, Mu Fan was standing next to two heavy material vehicles neatly dressed with a marching bag, and looked into the distance.
The name of the fire hill area is really appropriate. This is not a hill, but a split-level zone composed of low rock and flint hills.
The reddish-brown mountains and plains look like torches lit.
Perhaps this is the name of the Fire Hill District.
And my future mission is to survive here for 30 days?
Mu Fan licked his lips, and in the mouth and nose covered by the respirator, there was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke that could not be filtered out.
At this time, the sudden movement not far away attracted Mu Fan's eyes. Under his extraordinary vision, a small group of heavily armed mechanized infantry could suddenly emerge from the rock formation below the ground, and then turned towards Came here quickly.
It looks like this is the army that came to take over, right?
However, to be cautious, Mu Fan held up the OW42 rifle in his hand very dedicatedly. Although this gun is heavy, it is far from the advanced OW76 model he has held before, and for him, he does not even have the one in his hand. The handle of the dagger works well.
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-angled mine-laying vehicles quickly surrounded the material vehicle, followed by a manned jet motorcycle, and a dozen soldiers with guns jumped on it, and finally seven soldiers wearing scarred exoskeleton armor stopped in front of him.
"I am Mu Fan, the material officer of Division 149, show my identity!"
Mu Fan strictly abides by the rule that he is a fighter.
I don't want to mess up with such a simple thing. Identity verification is a necessary process.
The soldiers who had just surrounded Mu Fan and the two black robots were stunned~EbookFREE.me~ Joe Pate was also stunned.
"only you?"
"I'm the only officer, Mu Fan." The young man replied flatly.
Upon hearing Mu Fan's words, the group of soldiers burst into laughter:
"Hahahaha, one person came up and pointed at us with a gun to show our identity. Where did the recruits come from? The most basic privates... The 149th Division really does. Send a private to rescue us."
The black sergeant's face turned cold, and he looked at Mu Fan with an unkind expression.
Kakaka, over twenty guns were aimed at Mu Fan in an instant.
As the leader of the team, Qiao walked up to Mu Fan with a sullen face, and then showed an ironic smile:
"Recruit, this is not the place for you to follow the script. But in order to give you an explanation, and thank you for your supplies, so this time I will not embarrass you."