"Stand up, soldier!"
He shivered and hurriedly got up. Under the incomparably brilliant sunlight, he could barely see a figure. The other party kicked him with ingenious strength, causing him to fall without any substantial damage. After he fell, he immediately stood up, or else it wouldn't be just a matter of being kicked again.
Only then did he see his instructor clearly, a captain over fifty years old. His potential was limited, but he had plenty of experience. He had gone to the chaotic battlefield once and survived. There was no hope for a person like this to be promoted, but he was more than enough to lead recruits.
Including him, there were thirty other soldiers here. They were all recruits who had just joined the army and had already completed three months of regular training. Today, they were going to the surface for combat practice. The leader was naturally their instructor, the old captain Mechi.
"Listen, rest time is over. Now, all of you move. You have to reach the designated location before sunset. Advance the entire way. Those who fall behind don't need to come back. Go home and take care of your children. The army isn't suitable for you. "The captain's saliva splashed everywhere, reflecting the bright and fiery sunlight on the surface.
After a simple inspection of his equipment, he and his colleagues set off. Today, they walked alone and arrived at a small town before sunset. This town was their field of combat. The residents of the town had long since left, and now the town was occupied by an armed mob. According to intelligence, this armed group had about thirty people, and they had rifles, infantry missiles, and other weapons. Regardless of number or equipment, they were about the same as this group of recruits.
The difference was that one side was a motley crew on the surface, while the other side was a well-trained Federation army.
When night fell, the captain gave the order to attack, and the town was soon illuminated by the flames of guns and bombs.
The battle went smoothly. In just over an hour, the army he was in annihilated the mob, but their side also paid the price of five lives. He and a dozen other people were wounded, but when the medics removed a bullet from his arm, not only did he not frown, he instead smiled happily.
Dinner was held in the town. Even though he was injured, he was still in good spirits and even sang the song of dawn with the other soldiers around the bonfire. At this moment, the instructor walked over and looked at them. "You did well, but don't be complacent. Being injured in a battle of this level means that your training isn't enough. Increase the training volume tomorrow! "
The recruits all had sad faces.
However, the captain added, "But tonight, you can have a good time. I just brought a few bottles of wine with me. You brats are lucky. "
This was the first time he had seen the instructor smile in three months since he joined the army. Originally, he thought the captain was an old-fashioned old man, but tonight, he had changed his mind. Mechi drank and chatted with them. Even the captain seemed to be much more relaxed after leaving the Babylon base.
"Sir, I heard that you've been to the Chaotic Battlefield. It must have been very exciting, right?" a soldier asked with a look of yearning.
Mechi scolded. "What? Do you think I want to go? When I was young, the environment on the surface was even worse than it is now. At that time, there was almost nothing to eat. I heard that soldiers provided meals, so I signed up and joined the army.
"I don't want to go to that kind of place a second time."
The old captain took a sip of wine and asked, "What about you? Why do you want to be a soldier?"
Then the soldiers gave all sorts of excuses, and at last Mekhi asked him, who was the most taciturn of the recruits. However, when Mechi asked, he was willing to share his original intentions with the instructor.
"I want to change the world." He said, "Why are the resources of the Federation in the hands of a limited number of people, why do the people on the surface have to starve, and the children of the nobles have bread and milk to eat? They even have more food than they can eat, and they throw it away as garbage. All of this is too unfair. I want to change it, change the world! "
The captain looked at him in surprise. His expression clearly showed that he did not expect this dull fellow to have such a big dream in his heart. After a long while, the captain patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your idea is good, but I want to tell you, kid. Soldiers can't change this. We're just chess pieces. No matter how big or small our ranks are, we can't change this fact. The only difference is the position. "
"But no matter where it is, a chess piece is a chess piece. A chess piece can't change the chessboard. Only the hand playing chess can do it. " Mechi looked at him and said, "If you want to change the world, then work hard to be the chess hand. Go be the president of the Federation, kid."
"Oh right, what's your name again?"
He replied, "Mobius, sir!"
"Mobius, sounds like the name of a big shot in the future." Mechi laughed.
The instructor's words were still ringing in his ears, and he opened his eyes. It turned out to be a dream, or perhaps a memory. He thought of the days when he first entered the army, and of the ambition that he had never forgotten. But now, there was nothing he could do. Because he was immersed in the base liquid of a biochemical tank, because there were twenty-four catheters inserted into his body. Twenty of them regularly delivered nutrients to him, and the other four were used to deliver tranquilizers and new drugs to suppress Origin Energy.
Right now, he was like a beached fish with a pool of water next to it for survival. He couldn't die, but he couldn't return to the sea.
"Let me out!" He slapped the cover of the biochemical slot hard, but he knew it was all in vain.
He just wanted to vent, that's all.
As he was patting the cover, he suddenly saw the light outside light up, and then a fat figure appeared. Naturally, he knew this person. Speaking of which, this fatty had many identities. He was the Chancellor of the Federation, his best friend, and a high-ranking member of the Light Concealment Society.
It was all thanks to Fatty that he became a beached fish.
The fact that he was still alive was also thanks to Fatty.
So he didn't know how to look at this fatty, this man named Alstair.
Alstair wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, as if he would sweat if he walked a few steps faster, but he knew from the biochemical slot that it was just a disguise. In fact, this fatty was an expert, a true expert. At this moment, the communicator in the slot turned green. He shouted into the communicator, "Let me out."
He didn't know how many times he had said this sentence over the past few days and nights, but the answer he received was always, "It's not time yet." He didn't expect Alstair to change his mind, but this time, Fatty nodded and said, "That's what I'm here for. Mobius, it's time."
"When you return!"
At first, he thought he had misheard until he saw Alstair busy working on the brain on one side. The catheters inserted into his body were put away one by one, including the four catheters that delivered tranquilizers and depressants. Then, the base liquid in the biochemical slot began to be discharged from the outlet below, and the nozzle above sprayed out clean water to clean his body. Only when the cover of the biochemical slot descended did he confirm that all of this was true.
Then he considered whether to punch the fatty first, but in the end, he resisted.
Alstair looked at him and said embarrassedly, "I thought you would come out and beat me up first."
He nodded. "I do want to, but considering your skills and my condition, I want to save this for later. Now, tell me, why did you change your mind? What does it mean when it's time? "
"It means exactly what it means, old friend. Your chance to make a comeback is here." "But before that," said Alstair, "I advise you to change your clothes and have a supper. "I've already told the kitchen to prepare it. We can talk while we drink later."
He was silent for a moment. "Comeback, what identity? Right now, to the people outside, I'm just a ghost. "
"No, only Alan and Vincent will think you're a ghost. But for more people, President Mobius has never left. "Alstair said solemnly," So after your comeback, of course you're still Mobius. "
"Sounds like something interesting has happened in the Federation recently." He rubbed his chin and said, "You have to prepare a razor for me. I don't want electronic products."
"Of course I know."
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