Chapter 143： War is a men’s arena, not a woman’s art

Drosnil naval port, in a small hall behind the command building.

Soldiers from the elite assault troops of the Marine Corps, as well as the reconnaissance, special services, and sharp knife companies of the divisions gathered together, sitting neatly and solemnly in the audience.

"Boom, boom, boom." The army boots stepped on the floor, as if a drum was beaten by a mallet.

Adelaide walked to the front desk, straightened up a slightly shrunken waist, and gestured to a female officer next to him.

With a soft "click", the projection device was turned on, and a 3D holographic topographic map appeared between Adelaide and the sergeants.

"The grim situation facing the insurgents right now, Colonel Flavey has already told you just now, so I won't repeat it." He stepped off the stands and pointed to the northwestern region of the Odin mainland, which was marked with a bright pattern. "The Brave Bulwark" said: "After the research of the headquarters, in order to break this dilemma, only a special service team can be organized to sneak into the military base within the "Brave Bulwark" to carry out blasting tasks behind enemy lines. At the same time, I will order the surrounding area to hide in the dark. The comrades at the office launched a riot, dragged the 606 division left by the Third Army, and moved eastward towards the Miluo Plateau. In this way, the enemy's front-line troops will inevitably be divided and rescued, and the crisis on the eastern front will be resolved."

After finishing speaking, Adelaide swept over the silent soldiers below, and said in a very solemn tone: "It can be said unceremoniously that everyone in this room is the elite of the army and the sharp knives of my North Sea Fleet. Similarly, This action is also a back-to-back battle that affects the survival of our army. Success can relieve the pressure of the Eastern Front; if it fails, our army's war layout on the Odin continent will be defeated."

"The two hundred personnel to perform this mission are tentatively scheduled. The specific details of the operation will be announced before the operation. Now, I am here to say, soldiers, the time has come to test your courage and faith! Volunteer to participate this time. Mission. Please stand by my side."

Although Adelaide did not reveal too many operational details, no one knew in his mind that they would go deep behind the enemy line and cause sabotage at the military enterprise base full of fortifications and defense robots. This will be a lifeless action.

The calm lasted only a few seconds, and was replaced by a burst of noise, mixed with curses and self-deprecating sounds.

"I knew that, I would not join the uprising army. It would be nice to go home and farm in comfort." A guy with a straight spine but a slanted head and a military cap said with a depressed look. , But his footsteps are faster than anyone else, and the dazzling effort has already stepped onto the front desk and stood beside Adelaide.

"Black. You still owe Lao Tzu 200 myd. It's been half a year. When I come back, you must pay me back." This is an Asian man who is a little stubborn.

"Fuck, if you die. I don't have to pay it back." The black man named Black smiled, stood up and patted his creditor: "Of course, if I die, I don't have to pay it back, haha Haha..."

Ridiculous words sounded in the crowd from time to time, but more often, they left the room silently. Stepping firmly toward Adelaide, there was a commotion in a few corners. Soldiers belonging to different units were robbing them, and even fighting hard, all they did was the two hundred people. Dead places.

No one flinched. No one hesitated. Perhaps they would curse the injustice of the world, why the noble lords lie on a comfortable soft bed, hugging those young and beautiful girls who are 20 or 30 years younger than them to sleep back to the cage, but they have to hold guns. Go and talk to gunfire, gun smoke, and even death.

Perhaps they would think of the potato soup made by their mother, the father’s burp after being drunk, the text messages of his girlfriend’s breakup, and even the charming "Galactic Demon" on the dormitory wall, um...there is also the bedside bedding underneath the bed. Countless people ruined it.

However, when the Call of Duty moment comes, they will unhesitatingly pick up the gun that is boring in their hearts, because only after experiencing oppression can they understand the value of hope, even if the road to the ideal hometown is a blood shop On the rugged trail, they will not look back, let alone stop.

After a few breaths, there were already more than 600 people standing next to Adelaide, but the field was empty, only Tang Fang, who was holding a cup of coffee in the last row, sips slowly, Aros with a cigar, and Hausen, who was dozing off again and again.

"You... I just said that there are only two hundred people." Adelaide's cheek was flushed with excitement.

"General, let's go. My assault company won the shooting competition just a year ago. Everyone is a sharpshooter," said Captain Billy, the commando captain.

"Pull it down, what's the point of the sharpshooter. General, my people are all decathlons, cooperate with tacit understanding, and perform these tasks, and they are best at it." It was the commander of the special reconnaissance company, a guy with a hoarse voice.

"use me……"

"Use our special team..."

The cockfighting of several soldiers belonging to different units seems to make you look at me, and I look at you, and there is a tendency to disagree with each other.

Before Adelaide came to power, he knew that these guys would never be timid, let alone be deserters, but, in any case, he did not expect things to develop to this point.

Is it the courage in their chest? Or is it competitive? No... not at all, because they are all men with boiling blood flowing in their bodies. Compared to dying in government prisons, dying in execution grounds, dying in hospital beds, the blood and fire battlefield is their best destination.

Adelaide was a little at a loss, and the staff officers standing on either side of the hall were also at a loss.

"Don't fight At this time, a voice came from Yang Fang. Tang Fang threw the coffee cup into Kleiya's hand, stood up and stretched his waist long, the voice came from his neck. There was a burst of "crack".

"Whatever weapon you use, as long as you can defeat them, Brigadier General Adelaide promises you to participate in this mission." He pointed at the looters in the corner of the hall, waved to Aros, and then. Kicked Hausen to wake up, turned and walked towards the back door.

When I approached Claire, I suddenly thought of something, and paused slightly: "I put too much sugar, next time I remember to put a little less, sweets are a woman's hobby..."

"Huh?" Claire raised her head, her beautiful face flashed with sorrow. As a captain officer, a stunning beauty who turned all living creatures upside down, and a noble and glamorous officer in the hearts of soldiers, she committed herself to him. Coffee, he actually pointed out that he had put too much sugar, which is unbearable!

Just as Claire was about to go wild, Tang Fang suddenly stretched out her hand and picked out a gleam of gray from her waterfall-like blonde hair: "War is a men's arena, not your women's art..."

He just left, leaving Kleiya with a complex expression, Adelaide with a stunned face on the stage, and a group of sergeants stationed in Hong Kong.