Chapter 785 Private Rescue
(4500 words in this chapter, two chapters combined)
In his opinion, the robot should answer itself.
However, there was no response at all...
Mu Fan asked several more times, but there was still no response.
The only thing in my ears is the bumpy sound of the transport truck driving on the rough road.
Looking back at the quiet carriageway behind him, separated by thick steel plates, Mu Fan suddenly felt as if he had entered a prison.
There is also a camera above the partition between the compartment and the driver's cab that is dutifully monitoring.
I believe that any changes in Mu Fan will be transmitted to the intelligence center of the 149th Division in real time.
With his back to the camera, Mu Fan walked to the end of the car, and looked at the rolling earth dragon behind him through the observation hole on the heavy box door.
"Hei, I feel that what is being escorted is not those goods, but me."
A soft voice sounded, and Mu Fan took out a pack of compressed biscuits, tore open and swallowed them. For two days, he just sat quietly in the car without any communication. His first task was really boring.
"Hmph, the door is full of axe. Don't worry, you go over there again and stick your wrist to the communication window. Uncle Hei is the best at handling this kind of situation."
Hei sneered and told Mu Fan.
So under the monitoring of the camera, Mu Fan pretended to be nonchalant and came back again, with his wrist resting on the communication window.
"Is our line safe?"
"This is my first assignment and I don't want to screw it up."
There seemed to be an annoyed voice.
...
149 Division Headquarters, Intelligence Center.
Major Gary quietly watched the real-time monitoring of the two material transport vehicles.
In his opinion, Mu Fan's actions were a bit ridiculous. Just now, he wanted to strike up a conversation with a robot that only had a fixed program. He was really out of his mind.
But soon the private named Mu Fan gave up on this move and walked to the rear of the carriage again.
It seems that they have hit a wall. This behavior is common to normal people. The major nodded.
After a while, when Mu Fan turned and walked towards the car window, Major Gary laughed and stopped paying attention. This kid is really a deadhead.
And my brain is flooded.
After laughing, Gary no longer paid full attention to the picture of this fool, but carried out routine inspections of other surveillance pictures.
But no one knew that the area below the camera happened to be the semi-blind area of the monitoring, and when Mu Fan put his palm on the iron window, it happened to be a scene that the monitoring could not see.
And no one knew that when Mu Fan's left wrist watch was quietly pasted to the steel grid window, the blue eyes of the driving robot fluctuated.
"Construction of the force field, the completion progress is 44%... 67%..."
"Signal camouflage, start to invade the central control chip, the progress is 40%, 75%..."
"All the invasions are complete."
"The video surveillance signal has been modified."
"The superior command information has been obtained."
"In this field, Master Hei is invincible."
Mu Fan was listening intently to Hei's progress report, when the head of the black robot driving the transport vehicle in front of him suddenly turned 180 degrees and said.
The last sentence is from the front.
Mu Fan raised his eyebrows, raised his left index finger, and pointed at it, without saying a word.
"I'm already blind. I just took over this car, and the car next to me will take over in 10 seconds. Don't worry, if you don't convince them that you are a good boy, I will lose."
Looking at the dumb robot in front of him, the corner of Mu Fan's mouth twitched.
"Can you stop being so poor!"
When Major Gary scanned the monitor again, Mu Fan in the screen had given up talking, lay down in the passageway bored and fell asleep.
"Major... this?"
The intelligence agent looked at Gary hesitantly.
"Okay, don't worry about it, just check it from time to time in two days."
Seeing this scene, Major Gary finally relaxed and stopped paying attention.
The Ministry of Intelligence does not have internal monitoring facilities and sound collectors, so Hei naturally does not know the conversations of several people.
However, through monitoring the military network, the intelligence personnel finally inferred from the side that their monitoring of Mu Fan had quietly weakened when they changed the channel they focused on.
The latent program from the black resides in the terminal communication channel of the material department, and has not touched this extremely simple defense program in its eyes.
In the "completely normal" surveillance screen, Mu Fan was still sound asleep.
However, in reality, Mu Fan has already sat in the passenger seat, feeling the unique charm from the planet Ypsilon E73.
Wind and sand, barren, hills.
Endless gray, not a little bit of green.
Even the moss is that brownish, dry-looking one that feels moist to the touch.
Except for some tenacious plants, so far, Mu Fan has not seen any animals.
There were no traces of large-scale biological activities found along the way.
With the window wide open, Mu Fan rested one hand on the car door, hearing the deafening rock music that Hei specially played.
The explosive and intensive drumbeats combined with the hoarse voice, combined with this desolate battlefield, perfectly outlined the feeling of a doomsday wasteland.
Even under Mu Fan's unbelievable eyes, the naked black robot beside him was still swaying rhythmically, and it even twisted and twisted when it was driving with the supply truck.
When Hei took control of the driving robot, Mu Fan also completed the identity change in an instant.
He really became the person in charge of the two material transport vehicles.
In Hei's words, it is the transformation from grandson to uncle.
Turning his head, looking at the robot who was concentrating on enjoying the driving pleasure, Mu Fan shouted:
"black?"
"Hey, boy, do you want to change the next song?"
The blue electronic eyes glanced at Mu Fan, and the black robot still couldn't stop swaying to the song.
Communication fails before the conversation begins...
Mu Fan simply closed his eyes and leaned on the seat, Hei obviously hadn't woken up from the excitement of getting a new body.
After the intrusion was successful, Mu Fan, as the host, naturally knew the true condition of the two transport vehicles.
The two robots showed no signs of human manipulation, and only followed the set driving procedures. In the databases of the two robots, this route was a safe route developed by the federal military.
So it is unlikely that I will encounter any danger on the road.
Except that they may face sporadic and small groups of enemy harassment within a dozen kilometers after entering the fire hill area.
However, the 27th Infantry Company of the 104th Division at the destination of material support will definitely come to meet them.
Without low-altitude aircraft, relying on the speed of the material vehicle, it would take two days at the fastest. These two days are destined to be boring and long.
However, since it is support, what role can one play alone?
Under the gray sky, one person and two cars drifted away.
...
"Have you heard that the stingy teacher of the 149th division actually gave us support materials?"
A veteran whose face was covered by thick mud held the pulse rifle in his hand, feeling the rustling sound when the air-raid shelter was violently hit by artillery fire.
Sergeant Major of the 27th Infantry Company, Joe Pate, a veteran of more than nine years fighting on the frontier.
In his words, when he was studying at a B-level military academy, he beat and maimed a young soldier who had knocked someone into a paralysis but wanted to drive away because of rough roads.
In the end, he was assigned to the border in retaliation and stayed there for nine years.
During the period from the space station to the asteroid, Joe Pate escaped many times, and finally he was stationed in the old war zone where fierce conflicts still existed.
Nominally beautified as a newcomer to experience.
Being away from the stable life of those peaceful planets for a long time, he almost forgot how comfortable a normal life is.
But if the time comes again and he is asked if he will do that thing again, his answer will definitely be to do it, and he will do it even harder.
That kind of scum can do a few too many.
The long-term combat career has already made Joe Pate develop a fiery temper, and he has grown from a young student to a murderous veteran.
The Fire Hills area is one of the fiercest confrontations among the more than 30 theaters of the 104th Division.
The straight-tempered division commander is no better than them, and now he can't even do the normal material rescue for the soldiers.
"Oh, what a son of a bitch society."
Thinking of this, Joe spat hard again.
Boom, boom!
There was another violent shelling sound above the head, and the falling stones hit the body painfully.
"The bastards of the winger army, relying on more ammunition to bombard them for half an hour every day, if it weren't for the tough will of our 27th infantry company, the soldiers of other soft-baby divisions would have run away. Joe, do you think there are any good things in the supplies we got this time?"
Beside Joe Pate, a strong black sergeant asked, shrinking his neck.
"Good things? Can you expect the garbage Quinton to provide us with good things?"
"Hey, that's right. If the other party enters the Fire Hills area, we won't go to meet them."
"Of course I'm going. I'll keep you and your car. Why don't you send them up for free?"
Dust kept falling from the top of their heads, and all the soldiers closed their eyes, quietly waiting for the time of the bombardment to pass.
As for fighting back?
It is a miracle that their troops in the Fire Hills area can survive on the supplies of beggars.
Finally, after the daily shelling was over, a group of people came out of the dusty air-raid shelter, slapped the broken soil on their bodies, and stood in the fortification looking at the howitzer array in the distance.
This kind of days of dealing with all kinds of shells every day has long been used to eating and drinking. Coupled with the fact that both sides are extremely self-disciplined and did not use poison gas attacks, this is more like a daily confrontation.
After confirming that the soldiers of the Gaddo Empire in the distance had stopped attacking, Major Jerome, the leader of the 27th Infantry Company, stood under the staggered rock with his blond hair like a chicken coop, giving a concentrated lecture.
As for the content, of course, it is a daily routine of morale boosting, and there are many remarks about killing the opponent, making military exploits, getting promoted and getting rich, and leaving this damn place.
The soldiers of the infantry company laughed out loud.
The 178-man infantry company that was once fully staffed now has more than 90 people left.
On this planet, there are five or six hundred areas like theirs that need to be continuously stationed.
Of course, the 27th Infantry Company belongs to the existence with pitifully few personnel, and even the five divisions of ABCDE in the Fire Hills area, they only belong to the Fire Hills D defense area.
During the lecture, the wireless communicator on Major Jerome's waist vibrated.
The soldiers' eyes immediately focused on him.
The major, who was wearing a chicken coop head and was unkempt, roared, "What are you looking at!"
Then he connected calmly, and hung up Tianxun after humming twice.
A pair of eyes squinted at the group of colorful soldiers in front of him, and grinned: "The supply truck has arrived, ten kilometers away. They have never been here before and cannot enter the hilly area of the split-level rock area."
"Hahahaha." A burst of laughter came.
"Joe, you take the assault team over to meet them, cheer up the boys, don't lose the momentum of our 27th Infantry Company of the 104th Division, and let those soft-hearted soldiers see what a real soldier is!"
"Yes!"
Joe Pate stood at attention with a military salute on his face, then turned around and looked at the members of the commando team with a grin on his face: "Put your chest up, let those sissy soldiers see what a man is. The soldiers put on the exoskeleton armor, and we are going to receive supplies!"
Amidst the howling of wolves, more than 20 seemingly disheveled soldiers laughed and quickly changed their outfits, and quickly assembled with textbook-like standard movements.
Four all-terrain off-road mine-laying vehicles, two jet motorcycles, and seven exoskeleton armored warriors, the team of more than twenty people ran towards the split-level hills in the distance with agility.
On the other side, Mu Fan had no idea that the members of the assault team of the 27th Infantry Company had come to greet him "joyfully".
It's just that Hei told him that the normal reporting procedure has been carried out, and the next step is to wait for the other party to come to the meeting.
You can't rush ahead, the tactical landmines all over the mountains and plains in the Fire Hills area are not vegetarians.
Under the hard work of those veterans, the Fire Hills area has already become a large minefield.
At this moment, Mu Fan was standing neatly beside the two heavy supplies carts with his marching bag on his back, looking into the distance.
The name of the Fire Hills area is really appropriate. This is not a hill, but a staggered area composed of low rock and flint hills.
The reddish brown of the mountains and plains looks like lit torches.
Perhaps this is the name of the Fire Hills region.
And his future task is to survive here for thirty days?
Mu Fan licked his lips, and in the mouth and nose covered by the respirator, he faintly smelled the smell of gunpowder smoke that could not be filtered out.
At this time, a sudden movement not far away attracted Mu Fan's attention. Under his extraordinary eyesight, he could see a small group of fully armed mechanized infantry suddenly emerge from the rock formation below the ground, and then head towards the Come quickly by yourself.
It looks like this is the army that came to meet them, right?
However, just to be cautious, Mu Fan still held up the OW42 rifle in his hand very dedicatedly. Although this gun is heavy, it is far less advanced than the OW76 model he held before, and for him, it is not even as good as the one in his hand. The handle dagger works well.
But for strangers, the pulse rifle is obviously better.
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, this group of mighty soldiers had already arrived in front of Mu Fan.
Four pointed mine-laying vehicles quickly surrounded the supply vehicle, followed by manned jet motorcycles driving up and jumping off a dozen soldiers with guns, and finally seven soldiers wearing scarred exoskeleton armor stopped in front of him.
"I am Mu Fan, the material escort officer of the 149th Division, please identify me!"
Mu Fan strictly abides by the principles of being a fighter.
I don't want to mess up such a simple thing, checking the identity is a necessary process.
The soldiers who had just surrounded Mu Fan and the two black robots were stunned, and Joe Pete was also stunned.
"only you?"
"I am the only escort, Mu Fan." The young man replied flatly.
Hearing Mu Fan's words, the soldiers burst into laughter:
"Hahahaha, a person came up and pointed a gun at us to show his identity. Where did this recruit come from? The most basic private... The 149th Division is really good, and sent a private to rescue us."
The black sergeant's face turned cold, and he looked at Mu Fan with an unkind expression.
Ka Ka Ka, more than twenty guns were aimed at Mu Fan in an instant.
As the leader of the team, Qiao walked up to Mu Fan with a sullen face, and then showed a sarcastic smile:
"Recruit, this is not a place for you to follow the script. But to give you an explanation and thank you for your supplies, I will not make things difficult for you this time."