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

"Please come in!"

Fisher opened the door, and what came in front of him was a plume of smoke and the pungent smell of cigarettes.

Fisher coughed twice, and finally fanned the smoke before he could see the person sitting on the reclining chair opposite.

The shriveled skin is like tree bark, and on this bark, a scarlet mechanical eye is scanning everything in front of it, and below the electronic eye is a tall aquiline nose and a cigar hanging diagonally. 's big mouth.

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

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

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

"Uh, that's true!" Because the atmosphere of Mars has not been completely completed, the progress of agricultural development is very slow. The crops produced by soilless cultivation farms will be added with various trace elements and then made into nutritional paste. This thing It tastes like soap, except that it is slightly salty, and real food or something can only be enjoyed by high-level officials, but these officers who went to study on Earth can eat natural and pollution-free specialties every day. Therefore, it is not without cases of Martian officers defecting because of meals.

"Humph, learn how to be on Earth, talk about how you feel!"

"The army is well disciplined, the society is prosperous, and quick battles are impossible!" Fisher knew what the general LeFrançois wanted to ask. After a pause, he continued: "At present, because of the aggressive posture of the Eighth Fleet, the interior of the earth is highly united, and the army and the people are united. Once the war begins, if we cannot win quickly, then Mars will be in a state of doom!"

"Haha, now an aviation officer understands the truth, but Sarencaoch just doesn't understand it!" LeFrançois spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground in disdain, and then his military boots squeaked on it a few times.

"One month, fourteen provocative incidents, shootings, fights, and casualties on both sides, he is provoking a war! Mars can't help the consumption of a protracted war!"

In fact, he was already preparing for war. Fisher looked at the scolding old man across from him, thinking that if you saw the tragic situation on the day of war, you would probably die of anger. Sarenkochi is like Zhao Yun, who has driven the Earth Fleet down on a single ride for thousands of miles, but the problem is that the Eighth Fleet also lost a dozen warships, dozens of air squadrons and a large number of ground landing troops in the raid. Nearly more than 100,000 casualties did not gain a strategic advantage, and Fisher didn't know what he should complain about.

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

At this time, the Retribution had already turned thousands of miles in. Mercury, Titan, and Pluto made a wave, turning the logistics of Mars upside down. The Eighth Fleet was wiped out one by one in the guerrilla warfare, and finally only Olympa remained As a result, Sarenkauch lost the ship when he made a desperate raid on the unsa headquarters on Earth.

Such a performance of pulling his hips reminded Fisher of Chuichi Nagumo. Well, Infinity War is a reflection of the attack on Pearl Harbor in World War II, that's right!

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

"Are you going to vacate Admiral Sarencoch?" Fisher was not surprised by this appointment. He just chatted with the civilian adjutant on the transport plane. After reviewing it again, coupled with his identity as an aviation officer who just returned from Earth, he is also a first-class talent in the fleet, so Fisher easily deduced the other party's plan.

"Yes, and no!" LeFrançois showed a triumphant smile.

"I understand!" Fisher nodded. It was nothing more than a bet on both sides. If the Eighth Fleet succeeded in securing the Earth, the local fleet would also get a share of the pie. It will control Sarenkoch, and hand him over as a scapegoat to the Earth to negotiate peace. Two or five boys are only two or five boys. Only when the water is muddy can they fish in troubled water.

"Oh, by the way, you just came back from Earth, and you have a few days of adaptive training. 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 wind should be similar!

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

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

"Yes, Sarenkoch's flagship, Mount Olympus, it has gathered all the efforts of our Mars researchers, and it will definitely open your eyes!"

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

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If you are on Earth, to become a pilot, you have to go through 300 to 500 hours of ground simulation training, then you can sit in the back of the trainer for hundreds of hours, and finally you can fly in the front, and on Mars, these are extremely It is greatly compressed. After the pilots have performed less than 50 hours of ground simulation, they will go directly to the ship. According to the words of a former Mars general, the most valuable thing on Mars is the equipment and people. If it breaks, it will break. Just replace it with a new one!

And they also have this confidence. They have enough titanium ore on Phobos and Deimos. Mars is on Phobos, Mars itself, Pluto, and Titan all have shipyards. The production equipment is like making dumplings. Resources need to be sent back from distant colonies, so the production progress is far less than Mars.

"Sir, this is the robot assigned to you!" Fisher, who was not waiting for the plane at the airport, waited for a tin head.

"The ir15 robot, it will be your weapon officer!" The logistics officer in white pointed to the robot behind him.

"Weapon Officer?" Fisher's face showed a look of surprise, but he sneered secretly in his heart. Because the environment for developing the universe is harsh, both camps have a large number of complex robot soldiers serving, and there are multi-functional c6, Specialized in combat ir15, heavy attack robot c8, and robot main battle mech c12.

Among these robots, c6 can do some work in battleship control and flight assistance due to design problems, while ir15, give it a volk energy assault rifle, maybe it can kill a platoon in 30 seconds, let it come Assist Fisher to control the fighter? Fisher preferred to do it himself.

Not just Fisher, but all the pilots and officers posted to the Eighth Fleet from the Home Fleet were given a robotic sidekick.

"Infighting expert!" Fisher could only give the Eighth Fleet a compliment in his heart, so that he would feel more at ease when he dug into the corner.

But Fisher didn't mind, other native Martians were not necessarily, a big bald head nearly two meters tall grabbed the logistics officer's collar in dissatisfaction.

"What do you mean, to guard against us?"

"That's possible, everyone is comrades-in-arms, we are all Martians, and we are half-brothers!" The logistics officer was also very helpless. He was just an ordinary ground handling uncle, and he was usually responsible for repairing airplanes. 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!

"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 raised his arm, it was a big-eared melon seed.

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

"How dare you stare at me, courting death!" The bald head wanted to go up to make up for it, but just two steps away, the side door of the hangar was torn open.

"Stand at attention!" A loud shout sounded, and a colonel in a red uniform walked out of the red smoke swept in from outside the house, with a golden flying eagle medal hanging on his chest. Ace logo.

"Sir!" The bald major who was arrogant and domineering before immediately wilted. The Mars Army was originally a place to see who had the biggest fist. The appearance of an ace pilot colonel could naturally suppress a bunch of thorns.

"I gave you robots to accompany you because we are about to perform a dangerous mission. The pilots are the precious wealth of the fleet. The combat robots are assigned to you to protect you. In addition, many of you are still studying from the earth. Who knows if there are any in them? Spy!" said the colonel, and gave Fisher a special look.

"?" Fisher slowly put out a question mark, not to mention the loyalty review after returning to Mars. Among these pilots, there are only a dozen or so who came back from Earth. Are you staring at me? fuck me?

Fisher made up his mind, don't let me take a chance on the battlefield, I will shoot you with a black gun, and even send your ashes into space.

"Lieutenant Colonel Fisher, isn't it? I heard that you studied ship command at Kilimanjaro International College. It's just that we are currently in a tight boat, and we don't have any warships for you, so we can only use fighter jets. I hope you don't have any opinions. !"

"Where, for the country, it's good to have a fighter jet, and after graduating from Kilimanjaro, the admiral was also a pilot first. I'm very honored to be able to follow in his footsteps!" Fisher understood. Now, this guy is taking his own high rank and standing up, and if he wants to kill the chickens and show the monkeys, he will stand up and cooperate with him!