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Chapter 16 Mission Impossible

"Report!" Holding the helmet in his arms, Fisher knocked on the oak door in front of him.

"Please come in!"

Fisher pushed open the door, and there was a puff of rising smoke and the pungent smell of cigarettes.

Fisher coughed twice, and finally fanned the smoke with his hand before he could see the person sitting on the deck chair opposite.

The shriveled skin is like bark, and on this bark, a scarlet mechanical eye is scanning everything in front of it, under the electronic eye is a tall hooked nose and a cigar hanging askew big mouth.

He was wearing a red and black space suit, with a pair of crossed golden swords and oak leaves on his neck, and more than a dozen medals that Fisher didn't recognize hung on his left chest.

"Sir?" Although he subconsciously told himself that the man in front of him was very familiar with him, Fisher still mentioned it cautiously.

"Well, it looks like the food on Earth is pretty good!" The old general sat up straight, looked Fisher up and down, and nodded approvingly.

"Uh, that's true!" Mars has not yet fully completed the atmospheric environment, so the progress of agricultural development is very slow. The crops produced in soilless cultivation farms will be added with various trace elements and then made into nutrient paste. It tastes like soap, except for a slightly salty taste, and real food can only be enjoyed by high-level officials, but these military officers who go to study on the earth can eat pure natural and pollution-free special delicacies every day. Therefore, it is not without cases that Martian officers defected because of meals.

"Hmph, how about studying on Earth, talk about your feelings!"

"The army is strictly disciplined, the society is prosperous, and quick battles are impossible!" Fisher knew what General Lefrancois wanted to ask.After a pause, he continued: "At present, the interior of the earth is highly united because of the aggressive posture of the Eighth Fleet, and the army and the people are united. Once a war starts, if we cannot win quickly, then Mars will fall into a place of eternal doom!"

"Hehe, Saren Couch just doesn't understand what an aviation officer understands now!" Lefrancois spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground in disdain, and then his military boots creaked on it a few times.

"One month, fourteen provocative incidents, shootings, fights, and many casualties on both sides. He is provoking a war! Mars cannot bear the consumption of a protracted war!"

In fact, he was already preparing for the war. Fisher looked at the cursing old man opposite, thinking that if you saw the horrors on the day of the war, you would probably die of anger.Saren Koch is like Zhao Yun, who traveled thousands of miles alone to bring down the Earth Fleet, but the problem is that the Eighth Fleet also lost more than a dozen warships, dozens of air squadrons and a large number of ground landing troops during the raid. Nearly more than [-] casualties did not gain a strategic advantage. Fisher didn't know what he should complain about.

The latent agent controlled the AA gun, but was snatched back by the opponent, so even though the Mars Eighth Fleet almost wiped out the fleet of the Solar System Alliance, it still dared not enter the high-altitude orbit of the earth.

But at this time, the Retribution had turned thousands of miles away, and Mercury, Titan, and Pluto had made a wave, disrupting the logistics of Mars, and the Eighth Fleet was wiped out one by one in the guerrilla warfare. In the end, only Olympia was left. As a result, Saren Koch lost the ship when he made a desperate raid on the UNSA headquarters on Earth.

Such a performance of stretching the hips reminded Fisher of Chuichi Nagumo, well, Infinity War is mirroring the attack on Pearl Harbor in World War II, that's right!

After cursing for a while, the old man stopped, looked at Fisher who was standing straight and said, "I'm going to send a group of excellent officers from the local fleet to the Eighth Fleet!"

"Are you going to evacuate Admiral Saren Coch?" Fisher was not surprised by this appointment. Just now he chatted with the civilian adjutant on the transport plane, and the other party told the officer who the general had met in the past few days. After reading it again, and adding that he is an aviation officer who has just returned from Earth, and is also a top-notch talent in the fleet, Fisher easily deduced the opponent's plan.

"Yes, and no!" Lefrancois showed a winning smile.

"I see!" Fisher nodded, and it was nothing more than hedging his bets. If the Eighth Fleet succeeds in taking over Earth, then the Home Fleet will also get a share of the pie. If not, then those junior officers in the Eighth Fleet It will control Saron Couch and hand him over to the earth as a scapegoat to negotiate peace. If the water is muddy, then Fisher can take advantage of it.

"Oh, by the way, you just came back from the earth, and you have to do a few days of adaptive training first, I think you should remember how to drive the wind!"

"Uh, maybe!" Fisher was ashamed, maybe the f52 equipped by the giant god and the control program of the gust should be similar!

"Well, you have two weeks to resume training, and then go to Mount Olympus to report!"

"Mount Olympus?" Fisher wondered, shouldn't this ship still be undergoing sea trials?

"Yes, the flagship of Saren Couch, Olympus Mons, has gathered all the hard work of our Mars researchers, and it will definitely open your eyes!"

"Then I'll wait and see, sir!"

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If you want to become a pilot on earth, you have to go through 300 to 500 hours of ground simulation training, and then you can sit behind the trainer for hundreds of hours, and finally you can fly in the front, but on Mars, these are extremely It is greatly compressed. After less than 50 hours of ground simulation, the pilot students will directly board the ship. According to the words of a Mars general in the past, the most valuable things on Mars are equipment and people. If they are broken, they will be broken. Just replace it with a new one!

And they also have this confidence. They have sufficient titanium ore on Phobos and Deimos. Mars has shipyards on Phobos, Mars itself, Pluto, and Titan. The production equipment is like making dumplings, and the earth because of Resources need to be sent back from remote colonies, so the production progress is far behind Mars.

"Sir, this is the robot assigned to you!" Fisher, who was waiting for the plane at the airport but didn't arrive, got an iron head instead.

"Ir15 robot, it will be your weapons officer!" The logistics officer in white pointed to the robot behind him.

"Weapons officer?" Fisher showed a look of surprise on his face, but secretly sneered in his heart. Because the environment for developing the universe is harsh, both camps have a large number of complex robot soldiers in service, including the multifunctional C6. The ir15 specialized in combat, the c8 heavy attack robot, and the c12 robot main combat mecha.

Among these robots, c6 can do some battleship control and flight assistance because of design problems, and ir15, give it a volk energy assault rifle, maybe it can kill a platoon in 30 seconds, let it assist Fisher controls the fighter?Fisher would rather do it himself.

Not only Fisher, but all the pilots and officers stationed from the Home Fleet to the Eighth Fleet have obtained a robot follower.

"A master of infighting!" Fisher could only give the Eighth Fleet a thumbs-up in his heart, so that he would feel more at ease in poaching corners later.

But Fisher didn't mind, and the other native Martians didn't necessarily have to. A bald head who was almost two meters tall grabbed the logistics officer's collar in dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean, guard against us?"

"It's so possible. We are all comrades-in-arms. We are all Martians, half-brothers!" The logistics officer was also very helpless. He was just an ordinary ground worker who was usually responsible for repairing airplanes and so on. And the big bald head is a major or an aviation officer, a proper first-class person, he really doesn't want to get involved in this matter!

"The family sent a tin can to monitor grandpa, do you want to die?" The bald head was obviously dissatisfied with this explanation, and immediately swung his arms like a big-eared melon.

The logistics officer covered his face and turned around in a big circle before collapsing to the ground, looking at the bald head with hatred in his eyes.

"You still dare to stare at me, you're courting death!" The bald head wanted to go up and make amends, but just after taking two steps, the side door of the hangar was ripped open.

"Stand at attention!" A loud shout rang out, and a colonel in a red uniform walked out of the red smoke that rolled in from outside the house. On his chest was a golden flying eagle medal, which was only obtained when the number of kills reached 20. Ace sign.

"Sir!" The bald-headed major who was arrogant and domineering immediately withered away. The Martian army is always a place to see who has big fists. The appearance of an ace pilot colonel can naturally suppress a bunch of thorns.

"The robot is given to you because we are about to perform dangerous missions. Pilots are the precious wealth of the fleet. The combat robot is assigned to you to protect you. In addition, many of you are still studying abroad from the earth. Who knows if there are any Spy!" said the colonel, taking a special look at Fisher.

"?" Fisher slowly put out a question mark, not to mention the loyalty review after returning to Mars, there are about a dozen of these pilots who just came back from Earth, are you staring at me?Fuck me?

Fisher made up his mind, don't let me take the opportunity to go to the battlefield, I will shoot you black, and even your ashes will be thrown into space.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fisher, right? I heard that you studied naval command at the Kilimanjaro International Academy, but we are currently short of ships, and we don't have any warships for you. We can only fly fighter jets. I hope you don't have any objections." !"

"Where is it, to serve the country, it is very good to have a fighter jet, and after graduating from Kilimanjaro, the admiral is also the first pilot. I am very honored to follow in his footsteps!" Fisher understood That's right, this guy is using himself as the highest-ranking Liwei, and if he wants to make an example of others, then stand up and cooperate with him!

(End of this chapter)