夜风呜呜地往营楼窗户里钻，老王头缩着脖子往墙根底下一缩，跟在连长屁股后面，那皮鞋跟砸地“咚咚”响，唾沫星子跟跟儿往外飞。连长估计又在骂补给部那帮废物了，什么破事儿啊，连个备用能源核心都运不下来！

“都他妈是什么时候了，连个备用能源核心都运不下来！”连长唾沫横飞，一嗓子吼出来，把营楼里睡觉的都给吼醒了。

老王头 stifled a snort of laughter, not because the commander's angry tone was funny, but because his complaints were so familiar. Every week, without fail, the commander would storm into the barracks, bag under his arm, ready to give a roast session about the supply department.

Outside the 'Thunderbolt'机械甲backbone, a faint blue glow flickered. This was the only light illuminating their small corner of the universe. Looking up at the starry sky, a faint sense of loneliness crept into everyone's heart.

"Captain, the supply situation is still tight. I've confirmed with HQ again and again, but no news," a subordinate reported, his face pale and anxious. The scenery outside was getting more and more desolate, and the mechanical arm units kept getting intercepted by pirates.