Chapter 277: Build up

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"If there is no problem, please prepare for the transition." Fisichella's smile, some serious meaning: "General Kafka, the Fifth Fleet is a member of the expeditionary army, please believe that we will treat them equally Even if you do n’t ask these questions, I will answer them in detail in the subsequent battle plan. "
Fisichella's picture dimmed and the call ended.
Kafka stood quietly in the captain's room for a while. He understood that the meaning of equal treatment was not just rights, but also obedience to orders. He also understands that this seemingly plan to save Wei from Zhao may, at best, be a pre-preparation.
But what options are there for you and this fragmented country?

Milan found that he was distracted again.
It's been almost a year since the fat man went to Gacharin. During this year, Milan didn't know how he came over.
Falling in love with a person, especially the first love, is a feeling of longing. And when two people have broken through that kind of intimacy, for a girl, this feeling has become unforgettable.
Seeing one day is like three autumns, and one year?
Missing does not fade because of time, on the contrary, it deepens every day. Especially the posters of the dead fat man on the main street, as well as the battlefield recording videos flooded on the Internet and TV, make it impossible for people to treat this person as disappearing.
"Fatty without conscience!" Milan grabbed a shell gun and aimed at the fat poster at the end of the experimental range. After a full box of energy bombs was played by her in two consecutive bursts, the poster has become a complete Confetti.
"Milan." A person patted Milan's shoulder.
Milan wearing the headphones was startled. "Sister Lei! You scared me to death!" Milan saw his tongue out when he saw who was coming.
An Lei smiled slightly, looked at the poster with a few corners left at the end of the shooting range, and snorted with a wrinkled nose: "What do you do to beat him, wasting energy. Go to my house for dinner."
"Okay." Milan quickly took off the white overalls covered in the outside, grabbed the bag and led An Lei to the laboratory door.
A Wen Wanqingli, an intellectual simple, two beautiful girls walking together, intimate as if they were sisters.
In this chaotic world, what other pimples can't be solved?
After seeing the broken battlefield record of [Warcraft] jumping on the cliff, the affection for the same person makes the two crying girls become best friends.
They all do their best to comfort and take care of each other. It is a mutual warmth to listen to the other party's talk and resolve your own wandering. Suddenly, they found that in this mad world, it was a blessing to have another sister who had the same experience and thoughts as herself. Unconsciously, they produced a wonderfully interdependent.
Girls do not know that this is an empathy in psychology, which usually occurs between patients and psychologists. They just regarded each other as their loved ones until they knew the fat man was still alive until now. Perhaps this subtle relationship will continue between the two unsuspecting girls.
After walking out of the college, Gary Palan's sunshine was a bit bleak. The pedestrians on the street were obviously much less, and there were many women and old people coming and going. Occasionally, some young men passed by, either students or busy soldiers.
Most of Lere ’s young men put on uniforms and set foot on the battlefield. If they return to their hometown soon, there is usually only one way, that is, death. Their names will first come back and appear on the electronic bulletin board on the street side of the square.
When men are on the battlefield, many production and daily tasks are borne by women. The feminine women of Lerei Federation show their extraordinary strength. No complaints, no nagging, they just do the work that originally belonged to men. They seemed to be flexible vines, and no matter how strong the wind blew. And they gathered together, can also hold up a sky.
On the light-screen TV on the side of the street, there is a good news of front-line fighting. For this country that is desperately resisting the pinch of the two empires, there is nothing more exciting than getting a big or small, positive or uncertain victory message. Too.
Walking on the deserted walkway outside the college, watching the few flying cars sparsely in the driveway, the two girls were silent for a moment. An Lei said in a relaxed tone: "Anma bought the fish today Is n’t it easy? She is the best Liuwei fish at night. "
The energy used by the flying car has already restricted the supply. The main food is not scarce, but some daily necessities and meat, poultry and fish have also begun to be supplied in limited quantities. Lere is at the most difficult time. The end is still far away.
"Sister Lei." Milan held An Lei's hand and gently said: "Recently ... Is there any news about him?"
"No news." An Lei bit her lip. She didn't want to tell Milan about the fierce fighting in Mozic. In that country where the flames of war were burning, no one day was safe.
Every time she thought that Tian Xingjian was still there, An Lei panicked and panicked. She was afraid that one day she would hear bad news from the front. She couldn't bear such a blow anymore. It was once in Abnosk. After returning to Lere, she saw the battlefield record that Naval Army jumped from the cliff.
Every time, it hurts. As if in this world, there is no reason to attract yourself to live.
As an officer of the intelligence bureau, An Lei has many opportunities to access front-line intelligence. This time, she knew that in Mozic, Tian Xingjian was leading the Free Front and the new 19th Division to block the Reinhardt Group.
The disparity in strength is four times the gap, and from the perspective of domestic trends, it seems that there is still a big battle plan.
An Lei dared not think about it any longer. She now only hoped that the report she requested was approved, so that she could go to Gacharin with him. She sighed softly and was worried. She knew that the report might be approved with very little.
Milan didn't ask any more, she silently calculated the possibility of going to Mozic by smuggling a boat. She secretly thought, "You can't wait like this anymore, you have to catch the dead fat man."

The fat man naturally didn't know that he had been counted by others. He was staring at the picture on his far-sighted device with his mouth protruding like a dead fish.
In the picture of the hyperopia, a golden and silver [Apollo] is surrounded by three different modified private mechas and walks to a hill where [Mekong] mecha groups gather.
Reinhardt appeared, but to attack him was a daydream.
Four mechs, walking slowly up and down the empty hill spine, looking down behind them, several long mech teams marching, they stretched beyond the horizon, scattered in the hills, woods and plains Like ants, they crossed the trench trenches occupied, crossed the highway, and stepped on the fields. On the second resource road in the distance, logistic supply vehicles drove forward and back.
On the attacking position in front of Xiaoqiu, there were countless mechas of various types, and they used a battalion as a unit to expel a large group of attacking formations. The individual mechs, medium mechas, and heavy mechas formed wavy lines at a distance of 100 meters.
It is conceivable that when these mechas launch an attack like a row of mountains, it will be a spectacular and terrifying sight. The little fart kid probably calculated that there were two regiments on the front, and one regiment on each wing. That is to say, in this direction, Reinhardt invested one whole division at a time for the first wave of assault!
And such an attack will be launched again and again with the support of endless mechas!
On the attacking position, the mech is doing pre-war preparations. The maintenance soldiers pushed the automatic tester, dialed the data interface cover of the armor, and plugged in the line to perform the final data detection for the armor. The densely packed logistics personnel drove small crawler-type mechanical vehicles and hung missiles on the armor or installed external armor.
The last command mecha, electronic mecha, maintenance vehicle, and logistics vehicle are being mobilized. Some vehicles that have completed the mission are already ready to leave the position.
In the long departure position, the mechs of the Rheinhardt Group, like the tide on the coastline, stretched to the distance and could not be seen at the end.
"I can't pass this day!" Tian Xingjian felt a bit bitter in his mouth. This battle was doomed to be a loser from the beginning. The only value is that his own failure can bring the first line of hope to the east. That's it.
He started [Logic], ready to sneak into his position, this time, he should return to the division. If he is breached, he needs to lead the team to entrap the enemy himself, and he cannot let the Reinhardt drive straight in. When he got up, he glanced at the [Apollo] on the hillside, and suddenly a thought flashed from his heart.
Under the pressure of the lives of all the soldiers of the six divisions, under the pressure of a dog tied to the southwest gate of Prisco, he succumbed unmovingly, and the fat man of the special forces background, this dangerous thought burned like fire !

Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, if I said that I lied to you at this time, would you beat me?
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