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"Battered [Warcraft]!"
Who is the driver of this infiltrated mech is ready to be revealed. "What does he want to do?" Nikolai asked in surprise.
"He asked to connect to the communication channel and talk to the division commander directly. He said" The combat staff officer blushed, murmured, and looked directly at Krudger.
"Say!" Cruz frowned and said, "Why are you hesitating!"
"Yes!" The military order was like a mountain, and the combat staff officer raised his chest and said loudly: "He said, he can't even rob, and your teacher grew up chasing stars?"
As soon as these words were uttered, the entire temporary headquarters fell into dead silence, and all the officers present twitched with strange facial muscles, dumbfounded and silent. Chasing stars, this is a fucking insult to IQ.
"Hey." Cruzer's face turned red and turned white, and he was so angry that he smoked. I didn't expect such a fart to come out of a single word! Counting from the military academy, he has served for 22 years, accumulated military merits and was promoted to at least a general, but now he is said to have grown up chasing stars, how could this not make him angry.
However, if you are angry, Cruzhe also understands that the [Warcraft] can know the actions of the Ninety-first Division, and dare to sneak in alone to talk to him by name, which means that the thing is not that this guy is full. Finding a beating is as simple as that.
Besides, just thinking about the Fimo behind this [Warcraft] is enough for Kruzer to make plans for Gordon. Although the Lelei Federation is blocked, there are still three small members of the Fiji League in this star field, and the interstellar jumping points of these countries extend out in a C-shape, and to Gacharin, they are like giants. The Republic of Ryan and the Republic of Feiyan!
It's rare that someone from the Lelei Federation came to the door, and it was still such a person. If you can build a relationship with Fimeng, it will be better than the current unreliable situation.
"Where are people?" Cruzhe asked with a livid face. This time, he was ashamed and thrown home. He let them easily touch the place three hundred meters away from the division headquarters. Thinking about how to sneak attack others.
The combat staff called up the computer monitoring screen of the central console, pointed to one of the screens and said: "At the temporary detection platform of the maintenance squadron, our people have surrounded him."
On the screen, a dilapidated [Warcraft] that looks almost shapeless is crooked, as if it will fall apart at any time, standing in the group of more than 30 Gacharin [Holy Sword] 15-b mechs that are fat and well-armored. . The obvious contrast between the old and the new between the two sides makes the scene a bit ironic.
"Connect to the communication channel." Cruzhe looked at the time, there were still ten minutes before the attack was launched. While you wait for the handover of the base guard, here's what this guy has to say. If someone is really malicious and sneaks in quietly, a mecha may not be able to take down a division!
The visual communication channel was quickly connected, and what appeared in front of the officers and officers of the 91st Division was a fat man who looked naive, with an honest face and an appearance of apologizing before he spoke, which made people suspicious. The combat staff officer said just now In fact, he himself wanted to scold the teacher and put the blame on this innocent fat man.
"Mr. Cruzer?" The fat man caught sight of the major general standing at the front and asked with a nod.
"I am, what advice do you have?" Cruz raised his eyebrows.
The fat man on the screen looked terrified, waved his hands again and again and said, "Oh, don't dare to act, I am qualified to teach big names, three years ago in the conflict in the Doha area, one division broke the defenses of two divisions and wiped them all out." Annihilated General Cruzer."
What the fat man said was the most proud achievement of Cruzhe and even the entire 91st Division. While everyone felt refreshed, they couldn't help but wonder why the fat man was completely respectful of what he said in the report just now. no the same?
Some eyes fell strangely on the combat staff officer who reported just now, and the poor staff officer couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and he groaned in his heart: "What's wrong with the goddamn fat man, didn't he just dragged him with two million five hundred and eighty-one? like?"
"Hehe." Cruzhe smiled slightly and said, "I'm overwhelmed."
"It's like this. I came today because I know that your army will launch an attack at zero o'clock." Then, the fat man sent an electronic document, and continued: "I have some small disagreements about this operation. And a little idea, I don¡¯t know if the general is interested in hearing it.¡±
Following the opening of the information in front of the information desk, all the officers of the 91st Division were dumbfounded.
They are very familiar with this information based on the electronic map of the base. Although there are some differences in format, size and symbols, everyone can recognize it with a glance. This is basically an attack operation of the 91st Division. plan.
Although there are some gaps between this plan and the original version of the 91st Division in some specific attack routes and time marks, it is roughly the same.
When such a thing appeared in front of his eyes, Krujer could no longer maintain his composure.
Think about it, in such a dark night, I lead the troops to prepare for a sneak attack, but every move, even the route plan that has not been put into action, is clearly seen by the eyes behind me. This feeling is really amazing. shudder.
"I don't know how you got this plan." With the matter in front of him, Cruzhe didn't bother to hide it, and simply acquiesced in the authenticity of the plan, and opened the skylight to speak out.
"It's simple." The fat man showed a look of surprise on his honest face: "According to your army's deployment, it will come out after a little push."
"Easy? A little push?" The fat man's casual tone was so damn irritating that all the officers in the 91st Division's Operations Department went crazy. If you can deduce all other people's battle plans just by looking at the deployment data, there are still battles you can't win?
"This plan is originally a matter of your army, and it has nothing to do with me, but" the fat man narrowed his eyes with a smile, and said kindly: "We are also somewhat interested in that base, your army won the base , and can¡¯t take away so much material, why not add 21 to 5, and let¡¯s help solve some minor problems in this plan by the way.¡±
"We?" Cruzer keenly grasped the word that the fat man deliberately exposed. It is certain that behind the 91st Division, there is another team that also has the idea of ??a base!
It only took a few seconds for Krujer to confirm the sincerity of the fat man's cooperation, and he said decisively: "Okay, we really don't need the base materials. It would be great to have friends to help." An inviting gesture: "If you don't think it's too simple, come in and have a seat?"
Between you and me, the two parties have actually reached a preliminary agreement. Naturally, this invitation from Cruzhe cannot be refused. This is not only a temptation, but also the bottom line given by the 91st Division. Without further ado, the fat man opened the cockpit of the mecha, and walked out with a smile on his face, leading Bonnie.
When everyone saw clearly the appearance of the woman next to the fat man, and the suppleness of the woman following the fat man, they couldn't help but gasped. Bonnie, why did Gacharin's most beautiful rose get stuck on this pile of cow dung?
The most surprising thing was Krujer. Although he and Bonnie were not familiar, he had dealt with Bonnie a few times, and he knew her character and ability a little bit. He never expected that she would be with Fatty. Together, are those rumors about the mythical legion true?
Seeing Fatty and Bonnie walking over dozens of mechs empty-handed, Krujer finally felt relieved. After shaking hands with the fat man, he looked at the time, frowned and said, "Our division has entered the scheduled attack area, and the shift time is only two minutes away from zero, I don't know"
The fat man smiled honestly: "General, time is running out, so I won't repeat myself." He reached out and pointed to six positions on the battle plan map of the central information console: "Herehereand here Judging from your division's current deployment and planned attack plan, I'm afraid it will suffer some lossesand" He pointed to a tower on the left side of the base and said, "This place, a company, may not be able to take it down!"
Seeing his fearless look, Cruzhe couldn't tell the truth of what he said for a while. Anyway, he was in his hands, and he was not afraid of any tricks he played. Do not hit?"
"Fight!" The fat man said decisively: "I will send someone to assist you. Anyway, the general will witness the whole process one by one. This can be regarded as a small gift from me to the general and Gordon. In the future, we may have many more Opportunity to coorparate."
"Master" A combat staff officer approached Cruzhe and whispered, "It's time!"
Everyone is waiting, the base guard handover time is only a few minutes, this is the most chaotic time, many guard mechas will turn off their engines, and the electronic monitoring will also be slow to respond for two minutes because the replacement personnel re-enter their own codes . Missed this time, the price paid by the offense is much higher.
Krutzer didn't look back, he squinted his eyes, looked back and forth between Bonnie and Fatty a few times, took a deep breath, and ordered with a smile: "Hit!"
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