() Many years later, I still don’t want to recall the moment I decided to become a mecha soldier.

Because it was an unprecedented tragedy in which darkness overthrew light, evil overthrew justice, and conspiracy uprooted innocence and ravaged it over and over again.

Let me explain in advance that this is not because of our poor intelligence, but because the enemy is too cunning.

I was born in the year 061 of the Gregorian calendar, and my family composition is also the most ordinary middle-class working class. I belong to an ordinary member of society who is thrown into the crowd and can never be fished out again. That is, from the year I was born, the Alliance Group and the Treaty Group, the two major

The stronger and more terrifying military organization of the NATO Warsaw Pact was formally formed in the 20th century, and an endless all-round confrontation began.

However, the development of the story is far less legendary than that of a fairy tale. I am not a legendary figure who "affects the destiny of the times". I just happened to collide with this messy and unfortunate era. I have no ambitions and I don't want to have ambitions. As long as I don't start an all-out war,

These big news have nothing to do with little people like us. We should play, sleep, or chat with a bunch of idiots who are doomed to live a lonely life, talking about which girl in the class is the most beautiful.

The only thing that made people somewhat concerned was that more and more supplies were being hoarded on the market and they were becoming increasingly unsaleable. Newspaper headlines were almost completely filled with tragic news about a certain well-known entrepreneur who was heavily in debt and eventually committed suicide in various ways.

But we are still very happy about this, because our pockets suddenly bulged a lot, and there is a lot of abandoned land to play on.

This has become our normal state.

To be precise, very few people of our generation know how to write the word "sorrow".

In this way, like many of my peers, I muddle through elementary school, middle school, high school, and the first three years of college. Just when I was trying my best to have a good time and get through to the end, Lao Mao ended his last year in style.

Got my fifteen kill streak.

Comrades from the former Mechanical and Electrical Class 1 should still remember what Lao Mao looked like when he first came to the class to recruit soldiers.

At that time, we were still taking the last few elective courses in the first half semester of our senior year. The weather was very hot, the content was boring, and the refrigeration equipment was rubbish. A quarter of the people were playing with their mobile phones, a quarter of the people were sleeping, and a quarter of the people were sleeping.

One of the people finished playing with their mobile phones before going to bed, while the remaining one-quarter used their mids to search for information on various recruitment websites with expressions as if they were digging for treasure. Everyone was busy in their own way and without any discipline.

Work and other things seem to be in another dimension.

I stared blankly at the busy nest of big ants on the window sill, kicked them off one by one with my fingers, watched them persevere and struggled to climb up, felt deeply ashamed, and then continued.

It's so boring.

Then Lao Mao made his debut under the leadership of the counselor.

This guy is wearing the newly issued 83-style military uniform of the Republic of China, long leather boots, and a pair of big sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. What's even weirder than his outfit is that no one thinks this guy is well-dressed.

It was strange, but I felt that he was surprisingly cool, especially the new military uniform that absorbed a lot of the characteristics of Western military uniforms, which suddenly changed the inherent image of a republican country bumpkin.

Although many of the people involved refused to admit it even to death, I have always believed that what made everyone's judgment seriously inaccurate was the fact that the old cat was accompanied by an adjutant who looked to be only nineteen years old. She was very pretty and cute.

He has a baby face with two shallow dimples when he smiles. Coupled with the unique charm of the military uniform, everyone looks inelegantly, showing the expression of a group of wolves when they see Mianyang, oh, it should be the expression of a group of rabbits when they see young grass.

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As for what Lao Mao said, it hit the mark. Let’s not talk about Marxist-Leninist modernization thought, major missions and tasks, or the international situation. Instead, we will talk about the most popular people’s livelihood topics at the moment, even if we were originally planning to talk about it.

The lazy guys who ran back to the dormitory to play various games and post posts were also interested.

"Students, the employment situation this year is not optimistic. The two major factions, the Alliance and the Treaty, are in a quarrel. They have launched economic sanctions. With the current system of the Republic, no matter how hard you lay, you will be shot. China's products cannot be sold to factories.

We have no money to make, we are in dire straits, and the number of jobs available is 20% lower than the minimum limit last year, so it’s hard to find a job.”

The hunter opened with a worried look on his face as he described the current situation.

This was a prick in their minds, so everyone began to sigh in frustration, feeling worried and not knowing why.

"To tell you the truth, I am from a poor background. It can be seen that not only do my classmates not have many Mao Zedong pictures in their pockets, but not many of them have successfully picked up girlfriends, right? The ratio of men to women in the Republic is now 1:5.

, the male-to-female ratio in engineering is 1:15, and I can’t even find a candidate with that year’s number.”

Forty pairs of eyes glanced at each other.

In fact, there is no need to scan. Everyone is looking at the male compatriots who are tall and muscular, and there is not even one who is a bit of a pussy. As a result, for a long time, everyone looked at the compatriots with extremely hungry eyes.

The rabbits were caught in the trap unknowingly, so the hunter grinned and began to close the net.

"But, as long as you sign up here," Old Mao raised his voice and beat his chest loudly, "the civil servant establishment, the annual salary of six figures, and the bang bang iron rice bowl, oh, that person is complaining about hardship, tiredness, etc.

Yes, after two years of hard work, there are so many benefits and it’s such a good deal. If you don’t believe me, join tens of millions of others and take the civil service examination right now, I guarantee you will regret it.”

The rabbits hesitated, huddled in the trap and discussed in twos and threes, and then the hunter threw out the last bait just in time.

"And the ratio of men to women in our special team happens to be reversed. The bachelor still has to introduce the target." Lao Mao carelessly pulled the red-faced young adjutant in front of him to introduce him. "I guarantee with my character that they are all like this."

Above quality.”

Although it felt a bit like human traffickers, the interest of the whole class was undoubtedly heightened. They raised their hands to sign up in a frantic manner. More than 20 people signed up on the spot, and the remaining dozen were considered after midnight.

, in a rage, we cleared all the bad inventory from the hard drive and signed up. Later we learned that the registration rate for the three electromechanical classes was as high as over 90%. As a result, in the chaos, almost no one knew about this special force.

What exactly is it for?

Obviously everyone believed it, so everyone was tragic.

As a result, it turns out that pie-in-the-sky pie-in-the-sky is a little more unreliable than sister Lin's pie-in-the-sky.

Surprisingly, the elimination rate of this selection was surprisingly high. After a series of tedious steps such as thorough investigation, past performance assessment, parentage verification, etc., more than half of the more than 100 people were cut off, and only 40 people were selected.

.I originally thought I was doomed, but I was selected with 39th place. It was a surprise at the time, because my mentality was actually focused on participation.

Sometimes fate always favors people who don't care.

The result is naturally that some people are happy and some are sad. Our selected No. 40 people are naturally jumping up and down with excitement, drinking milk day and night, celebrating that they have entered the public life, and from then on they can live the "cup of tea and newspaper" that is criticized endlessly on TV every day.

, spent a day "**, oh, it is a happy life.

But no one expected that just over a year later, the entire evaluation would be completely reversed.

More than a semester of chaotic life passed in a blink of an eye, and everyone began busy preparations for departure. At first, they only informed us that we were going to the north, without giving specific directions, and everyone basically didn't think about it in detail.

The circumstances surrounding the departure are very fragmented. I only clearly remember two things.

My parents gave me countless instructions, and they seemed to stuff endless things into the suitcase. They packed away all the things I repeatedly said I didn’t need. To be honest, I felt like it at first.

It was boring and a little annoying. Really, it wasn't my first time traveling far away. Why did I go to all this trouble? In the end, I just let them go and went back to my room to sleep.

But the strange thing is that until a long, long time, so long that I can't even accurately calculate the time, I still remember the two shadows who were busy under the light late that night.

Another thing is that on the day we arrived at the station, we, who had already changed into military uniforms, were ushered into a small office one by one. Two officers with the rank of major were waiting for us with serious faces. They didn't say a word when we met.

He took out a large stack of agreements for us to sign. Looking at the blank sheets of paper with hard words such as "confidential", "no speaking unless allowed", "severe punishment" and so on, we all sweated profusely on our foreheads. We are sensitive.

I already felt that something was not quite right, but I was already standing here and signed everything with a sense of luck.

Then they were all sent to an armored train loaded with supplies - an armored train equipped with two light anti-aircraft missile launchers and three anti-tank missile launchers, plus a large number of fully automatic turrets and machine gun turrets of various types.

A steel monster wrapped in armor plates up to five centimeters thick.

Probably because the protective deck takes up too much space, the interior of the train is not too big and is full of engine oil and the smell of metal. The seat cushions are as hard as iron sheets, but the materials are very thick and the workmanship is very solid, with some paint peeling off the alloy.

The armor plates contrast with each other, revealing a rough and hard-core style.

It was the first time I saw this giant steel beast. The boy's love for metal machinery quickly showed itself. Everyone touched and chatted, and were very curious about everything.

"I'll go, this salary is too high."

A group of fanatical military fans nicknamed Dumb touched the steel armor of the train tremblingly, as if they would kneel down and kiss it at any moment.

"Is it that exaggerated? This kind of armored vehicle is not something that existed in the old century."

I sat across from him and felt confused, while Dumb looked at me with an incredible look.

"Please, brother, this thing is the master of the entire Kirov production line tank manufacturing technology. The entire Treaty Army only produced twenty vehicles, two of which were sold to the Republic. They are usually only used to transport strategic weapons.

weapons and national leaders.”

I feel like my brain is a little short-circuited because I can't keep up with the changes. It's so awesome, and it's on par with a nuclear warhead right from the beginning.

At this time, a large group of people also swarmed in, greeting each other extremely cheerfully, as if to eliminate the uneasiness of having just signed a dozen agreements.

"Hey, isn't this the arhat who is the monitor of the second class? I thought you were swiped."

"Fuck you, you just got slapped. Hey, I haven't seen who it is."

"No, you don't even know xxxx from Class 3."

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding, oh, isn't that also xxxxx from Class 3?"

"Oh, there are so many people in class one, even xxxx and xxxx are here."

"…….."

It was like people died quietly one by one. Slowly, the chatter gradually became quieter. Everyone stared at the people in the carriage. It was said that all the forty students admitted by the entire department had arrived.

But no one had the intention to come up again. On the contrary, the power mechanism of the armored train began to operate slowly, and it was about to prepare for departure.

Hey, could it be possible...that these are the "special forces" that Old Cat mentioned?

It's unscientific to say that Chen is a girl!

Old cat, where is that bastard?

The old cat really came that day, dressed in a chic and stylish outfit, and accompanied by his lovely adjutant. He shed tears at the station to see him off, so a very weird scene occurred: the officer was in tears while waving his hands and shouting "Comrade"

"Thank you for your hard work, comrades, study hard and reimburse the motherland" and so on. Then the whole carriage was yelling at him with curses such as "giving birth to a child without an asshole", "liar who lost all his household registration book", "eat shit"

Such swear words, the train continued to curse after running for several kilometers.

We later learned that we were the first batch of mecha cadets officially dispatched overseas by the Republic.
Chapter completed!