Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 1 Exercise (I)

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In the endless and empty wilderness, a tiny lizard emerged from the shelter of the few dry trees in the desert. It nimbly climbed up the dead branches and looked into the distance. Then, as if frightened by something, the lizard quickly jumped off the branch and fled into a cave in the shade.

Then, the ground shook violently like an earthquake, and a large amount of broken soil fell outside the cave, covering the lizard that was looking out of the cave with its head. Then, the small pile of soil shook, and the lizard covered with yellow soil stuck its head out again. At this time, the ground was not only shaking, but there was also the roar of tracks rolling over the earth.

"Captain, you're rushing too fast!"

Under the scorching sun, four long trails of dust suddenly rose on the horizon at the other end of the desert, and these dusts were still moving at an extremely fast speed.

"Fast? I don't think so. You're just too slow! And you still want to be my wingman?"

In the communication channel, a rather cheerful young voice said with a smile.

"Come on, who would think triple-speed maneuvers are normal? Instructor McMillan saw this, and you'll have to write another self-criticism! Besides, you're going too fast and losing touch with us, which will cause problems. We've already entered the exercise area! If you lose, we'll have to clean all the toilets in the building for a whole month! Don't forget the bet you made with the three-headed dog!"

Another voice, different from the previous one, sounded in the channel with a hint of helplessness.

"A bet? I don't want to admit it, but these are all mistakes I made when I was young!"

The young voice sighed in a rather mature tone, but then he added, "It's okay, I'll correct this mistake!"

"Damn it, Andre, stop playing dumb and try to persuade the captain!"

"I've already told you, Red Dragon Number Four, you must call your name when you're out there!"

"Understood, Red Dragon No. 2, can you persuade Red Dragon No. 1?"

In the battle room, where only a dim screen light was on, the man was about to speak when a flash of light on the distant horizon interrupted him.

Then, the light spot fell behind the high-speed moving smoke in the front, exploding into two small balls of blue smoke.

"They found us!"

"It's okay, if you miss, nothing will happen!"

The voice of Red Dragon No. 1 sounded again, allowing the somewhat panicked team to quickly regain their composure. Then, four huge steel chariots rushed out from the smoke in a prismatic battle formation. If there were any familiar military fans here at this moment, they would definitely cheer happily when they saw these chariots.

"It's the Six-One Style!"

However, on the other side of the horizon, inside a fifth Type 61 tank with different markings, a young man wearing a Federal Army armored uniform, a tank helmet, and a cadet badge on his collar was in a less favorable mood. "Shit, this one didn't even hit the target! How did that guy do that?"

Amid the roar of the automatic loader, two 150mm shells with blue-marked warheads were delivered into the twin 150mm tank gun equipped on the Type tank. Then, he opened fire again without any hesitation.

It seemed that the shell was about to hit the target which was still not slowing down at all and was several kilometers away. However, under the gaze of the driver of this vehicle, the tank he was aiming at suddenly twisted its body, and then, the attack which was almost certain to hit the target was avoided by the opponent again.

"Damn, is there something wrong with this fire control system?"

At this moment, the attacker felt a little hesitant about the fire control system of the tank he was riding in.

After all, according to the manual, the highly automated fire control system, connected to a satellite data link, could accurately launch a shell into a pickle barrel several kilometers away. In normal exercises, the same target was always successful, but today...
While the attacker was anxiously waiting for the third round of reloading, the Type 61 tank that he had attacked twice had already turned its huge turret at high speed and aimed at the attacker who was still standing in place.

Inside the fighting room, the enemy's appearance was clearly visible on two small electronic screens, and the two blue locking boxes were firmly locked on the enemy's vehicle body and turned red, which meant that all preparations had been completed, including crosswind, relative angular velocity, and even atmospheric pressure measurements, which affected the flight of artillery shells.

Two shells with the same blue marking flew out of the barrel almost at the same time. After leaving the muzzle, the cartridge case behind the warhead automatically disintegrated, leaving only the warhead whizzing through the air in a graceful curve, and then diving towards the target.

The blue bullet exploded the moment it collided with the armor, but what was released was not a hot metal jet, but a blue paint-like substance that covered the upper armor of the tank in an instant.

"No way, this can hit him, that guy is moving at high speed!"

The attacker sitting in the fighting room took off his helmet dejectedly while looking at the screen that flashed a red warning light and was judged as destroyed by the system because of being hit by a bullet. On the one hand, he was upset about his failure, and on the other hand, he was worried about how to clean the blue mark on the tank. It was very tedious to clean it manually. It was foreseeable that he would have to wash the car in the garage for the next three days!

Thinking of this, the young armored cadet pushed open the hatch above his head. Then, the huge roar of the tank's movement poured into his ears. The cadet raised one hand to block the dazzling sunlight from above his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the smoke and dust that was still moving in the distance, then raised his other hand, raised his middle finger and shouted.

"Damn it, you bastard, don't think this is the end!"

The young student was not just talking. The moment he encountered the enemy, his teammates in other positions had already received a steady stream of combat intelligence. Even a second before it was destroyed, the C4ISR system continued to transmit relevant data. The outcome of this exercise was doomed before it even began. No one could turn the situation around when it was four against fifteen!

At the same time, everything that happened on the ground was transmitted to a temporary camp dozens of kilometers away through high-altitude drones, satellites, and even the data links of the tanks themselves. In the huge command tent with its own central air-conditioning, more than a dozen federal army leaders with the ranks of colonels and generals gathered together to watch the actual battle situation on the dozen or so huge electronic screens in front of them.

On the right side of the electronic screen, there is a whole column of information lists with clear ID photos. The person at the head is the Red Dragon No. 1 who is running wildly on the big screen at this moment.

On the right side of the still somewhat immature photo, the latter's name and age were written.

Macharius Clinic 16 years old
(End of this chapter)