The Plane War Begins from Wandering Earth

Chapter 149 148. Why Fight
An hour later, the five fallen coalition government soldiers were finally buried.

The four members of the team were also very tired.

Except for the "Sergeant Major" Cooper who was in charge of the guard, the other three people collapsed in a humiliating manner on the mud that had just been turned over by the shovel.

"They are soldiers from the 637th Corps of the United Government Army."

The "Sergeant Major" was usually very frugal with words. After seeing the markings on the damaged armor that had fallen off the United Nations Army soldiers on the ground, he spoke to his companions.

The 637th Army Corps of the United Government Army is, according to its number, a third-line combat force.

They are also the group with the lowest combat effectiveness rating among the three main forces of the United Government Army.

But it is also far superior to these indigenous troops.

From the strong physiques of these United Government soldiers who have been blessed by [popular elections], as well as the various armors and weapons, it can be seen that the combat effectiveness of these reserve main forces is far higher than that of the indigenous forces.

The main reserve force was also sent to the battlefield. Everyone in the team knew what this meant.

The fighting situation at the front is intense.

"Check it out, and take all the equipment that can be used."

The tactical pulse guns left behind by the United Government Army soldiers are in great demand and can completely replace the large-caliber rifle grenades used by the main force of the indigenous forces.

Both the firearm power and portability have been comprehensively upgraded.

However, the armor of the United Government Army soldiers is not suitable for the team members.

It’s not because of the damage on these armors, but because of their materials.

"It's too heavy. I can hardly walk in it."

The "veterinarian" touched the ceramic steel plates on the armor with some reluctance.

The explosion-proof armor weighing 50 kilograms per set is naturally impeccable in terms of defense.

Wearing it can almost turn a soldier into a "battlefield tank".

Except for those soldiers of the United Government Army who have been blessed by the [Democratic Election], it is impossible for others to fight in such heavy armor.

In addition to the armor and weapons, what surprised the team the most were the two "nanoworm micro warheads".

When it appeared, even the usually calm "Sergeant Major" couldn't help but take it in his hand and observe it carefully.

"Is this the legendary 'nanoworm warhead'?

If we had been equipped with one, that Decepticon bastard wouldn't have had the chance to cause so many casualties..."

The "veterinarian" stroked the "nanoworm micro warhead" which looked no different from a "medical needle", and talked a lot with emotion.

When their team was on a mission, in order to deal with a few lone Decepticon fighters, they used EMP bombs, large-caliber rocket launchers, various micro-guided missiles, and Predator drone air strikes...

In the end, it still cost a large number of casualties before those lone Decepticon warriors were eliminated.

The Cybertron mechanical lifeforms, which possess powerful individual combat capabilities, have caused great psychological trauma to these indigenous soldiers.

Although the United Government has already started industrial mass production of nanoworm warheads.

But at present it can only be supplied in large quantities to the main forces of the United Nations government forces.

Take the “nanoworm micro warhead” for example.

The front-line ace main force, each soldier is equipped with two.

The second-line elite main force, each soldier is equipped with one.

The third-line reserve main force consists of an average of two people per unit.

Ensure that all main force soldiers have the ability to fight back when facing Decepticon soldiers.

The troops under the Gust Private Military Group are considered to be relatively outstanding among the indigenous troops.

But overall, it can only be the fourth-line or even fifth-line troops of the United Government Army.

It is naturally impossible to equip such troops on a large scale with such scarce war materials as "nanoworm micro warheads".

Only the core combat members directly under the Gust Regiment can have one each.

The members of Peter's team have long been looking forward to this powerful individual equipment.

With the "nanoworm micro-warheads", there is at least the possibility of perishing together with Cybertron's mechanical life.

One for one does not make a loss, one for two makes a profit.

After witnessing the powerful individual combat capabilities of the Decepticon warriors, being able to "exchange one for one" with the Decepticons became the greatest compliment to the indigenous soldiers.

After burying the bodies of the coalition government soldiers and collecting their weapons and equipment.

The team spent more than half an hour and finally had the most sumptuous meal since entering the third dimension before sunset.

The four members of the team who had experienced life and death and had a life-and-death friendship on the battlefield naturally would not have any estrangement due to some previous differences.

After drinking the only remaining bottle of vodka, which was called "medical alcohol", along with the food they had found on the farm, the four men soon forgot the cruelty of the battlefield and the exhaustion of a day's march.

Even the always serious "Sergeant Major" was clinking glasses and drinking with everyone.

This is also one of the few moments of relaxation for them since they entered the third plane to join the war.

"Baguette" talked about the bakery he had planned and what kind of wood and glass to use for the decoration.

Oven, what brand of imported flour should I use?

How to offer discounts on unsold bread that night...

"Baguette" carefully introduced his plan to his comrades, and everyone gave some opinions that didn't sound very reliable.

“How can a bakery not sell alcohol?
How can we attract those drunkards then?

At least a whole shelf of vodka!"

The "veterinarian" burped with a strong smell of alcohol and gave his opinion.

“Why should bakeries attract drunks?

I suggest hiring a hot cashier girl, which is definitely more reliable than selling drinks!"

The "Sergeant Major" also shouted out his suggestions. Peter listened to the arguments of his comrades with a smile.

"What about you, Peter?
What are you going to do when the war is over?"

"Peter is a big landowner. His family owns more than 500 hectares of black soil in the East European plains."

“Fuck Peter, you are hiding so deeply?

If I can’t make it anymore, I’ll come to you.”

Peter happily invited his comrades to his house.

"Zizizizi~ British Isles theater troops... assemble... pay attention...

Repeat...assemble in the eastern outskirts of London...be prepared for battle..."

At this time, the radio signal that had been blocked suddenly made a sound at an inopportune time.

The happy expressions on the faces of the four people who were chatting suddenly froze, and their attention all turned to the communication device that was making a sound.

The radio communications were broadcast intermittently, and I had to listen to them three times before I could understand what they were saying.

Due to the electromagnetic communication interference of Cybertron civilization, the United Government Army Command had to use clear text communication to notify all surviving troops in the British Isles war zone.

Order them to go to the plane portal in the eastern suburbs of London to support the United Government forces there.

Because it involves the safety of materials transmitted across planes, the safety of the eastern suburbs of London has become the top priority of the British Isles war zone.

The originally relaxed atmosphere within the team was instantly broken as this order was conveyed.

"Baguette" opened his mouth and looked at the team leader Peter who had already started packing his marching backpack. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"Peter, are we really going?"

"What do you mean?"

“I mean, the teleport point in the eastern suburbs of London is heavily guarded by troops, so they can use a few of our men.

Moreover, even the teleportation point is calling for help, which means the main force of Cybertron must be attacking.

Even if we go, it won’t do anything…”

The "veterinarian" didn't dare to look Peter in the eye, and spoke slowly with his head down.

"It's common for communication equipment to be damaged. We should rest here for two days before leaving. It shouldn't be too late."

The words of the "veterinarian" seemed to give "Baguette" courage, and he also started to persuade him.

Fear is a normal human psychological state.

Especially on a cruel battlefield.

The comrade who was chatting and laughing with you the day before might fall forever on the battlefield the next day.

Peter's face looked a little grim, and he turned to look at the "Sergeant Major" who remained silent.

"Kubo, do you think so too?"

"I'll listen to you."

"Sergeant Major" Cooper returned to his previous taciturn state, and seemed to have no opinion on whatever decision Peter made.

“The teleportation point in the eastern suburbs of London is connected to the urban area of ​​Berlin in the second dimension.

It’s not far from my hometown, Bilgorod Oblast, Russian Federation.

When the Cybertron invasion happened, if the United Government Army hadn't led the way, I might have died in prison before I could even join the mercenaries.

Now, my wife and two children are on the other side of the teleportation point.

If the soldiers of the United Government Army fail to hold out and these Cybertron scum find an opportunity to invade the second dimension again, my family will be the ones to suffer.

I don't know what those five coalition soldiers buried in the ground over there are fighting for.

But I know that for my family, I will fight the Cybertronians to the end!"

Taking a deep breath, Peter took a last look at the "veterinarian" and "baguette", picked up his gun and left the farm.

The "Sergeant Major" left with Peter without saying a word.

"Fuck, Berlin is very close to my hometown Marseille!"

“What about me, isn’t Belgium closer?

Baguette, you stay here alone. If the Cybertronians want to invade my homeland again, I would rather die here in battle..."

"Fuck, you make me look like a coward when you say that!

Wait for me, there are two slices of bacon left. I have to eat enough before going to the battlefield, right?"

Hearing the hurried footsteps chasing after him, Peter's heavy mood finally relaxed a little.

"Why are you following me again?"

"I don't want to be looked down upon by you like 'Baguette'."

"Screw you 'vet', I just wanted a good meal before I go off to battle.

You guys won't eat freshly cooked bacon?

You food-wasting bastards."

"Baguette" angrily stuffed two pieces of meat into his mouth.

"By the way, 'Sergeant Major', isn't your home on the first plane?"

The "veterinarian" has recognized that he is fighting to protect his family and compatriots in the second dimension.

“The main force of the coalition government army is in this plane. We can’t defend this plane, let alone the second or first plane.

Even the source plane will become a battlefield."

The 'Sergeant Major' explained with a shrug.

(End of this chapter)