I am picking up garbage in interstellar raising baby

Chapter 120
Being directly killed as cannon fodder in the opening game is even more aggrieved than being brushed in the rematch.

It was purely because I suffocated my hope of entering the finals.

To die must be worthy of death!You must die a worthy death!

One person must be exchanged and one belt taken away!
If you are lucky, one for two is a blessing!
After inspiring the troops at the front, the team commander rushed back to the rear, supervising the retreating elements like driving cattle.

After regaining the home court, the opponent retreated steadily under the strong counterattack of Arrow Rain and the Green Team, and the situation began to slowly turn for the better.

A certain kind of tacit cooperation was reached between the attacking archers and the mecha masters, and the mecha masters worked hard to pick up crossbow arrows and supply them to the archers.

The archers shot towards the super-red side, forcing the opponent back for a quarter, and then the mech masters picked up the arrows that fell on the ground again and again.

The repeated flow of resources caused chaos on the opposite side. The commander of the red team found something strange and wondered: "Why is the green team's crossbow arrows shooting non-stop! Is their mech master manufacturing so fast?!"

The commander of the red team was about to probe to see what was going on behind the green team, when a crossbow arrow flew over his head.

The outstretched head retracted again, turned around and cursed "Damn!", and then urged the mecha master of his side: "Hurry up, mecha master, the opposite is a mobile university! We military students don't even know how to move." Are the mecha masters in the university inferior?"

The mecha masters complained unbearably, "The mobile university also has social members participating, maybe there are professional blacksmiths among the other mecha masters?"

The commander of the red team said that he did not accept this reason, and said seriously: "Students of the Stick Military Academy are not as good as blacksmiths?!"

The collective mecha master of the red team shut up and said no more.

Concentrate on the work in hand. Anyway, I brought out two pieces of raw iron from the general camp. After all the training, there is nothing to say...

The green team killed this way, and after the situation improved, the individual soldiers who took a lot of kills began to be complacent.
The team commander was exhausted from monitoring behind...

This is the second time for him to participate in the Mech League, and the last time he led the intermediate group.

"The ones in front don't get carried away! Hey, the ones on the left don't scatter! It's a mess..."

I never thought that the players in the low-level group would be so difficult to manage, and even doubted their own abilities...

"Heaven!" The team commander didn't want to care about it for a while...

Some of these people came from different majors and levels in different military academies, and some came from big brothers who had already joined the work and had a mecha dream. There was no tacit understanding between them.

Even the types of weapons are randomly assigned, especially most of the individual soldiers don't even understand the weapons dropped on the field.

Everyone has never cooperated, but the low-level group still exists at the bottom of all rankings.

Although the opposite is also the end of the crane...

But it's different!

The mobile university cut-off score itself is much lower...

This kind of chaotic situation tests the level of the command even more. The degree of cooperation and tacit understanding of the team is directly linked to his command performance.

Unless the team commander doesn't want to advance to the finals, he can't let it go easily.

The exhausted team commander had no choice but to establish a spiritual connection with the general command office and asked nearby teams for support.

The red side is retreating, but the map of the green side is not open, and the terrain in the direction where the red side is retreating is unknown.

As the saying goes, don’t chase after the poor, the team commander yelled loudly behind but couldn’t hold back the soldiers who were rushing forward.
This group of people are not willing to give up easily after gaining the sweetness. They only have kill performance points in their hearts, and they can still value the performance points in the hands of the team commander.

In this case... don't expect shouting a few words to work.

(End of this chapter)