"My name is Xiao Shisanlou. I'm twenty-four years old from Maine. My father is a worker at the Federation's three-dimensional irrigation farm. My mother? She stays at home all year round on government subsidies. I also have a younger sister who is in high school this year. "
"Why is he called that? Because when my mother gave birth to me in the hospital, my father was watering the thirteenth floor of the farm, controlling the speed of the water droplets … I forgot to mention that this is the only job he has ever done in his life. He has spent most of his life on the thirteenth floor of the farm. "
On the TV screen, a young man with a dark complexion was talking to the camera. There was a hint of panic in his calm eyes. His skin was rough due to the torment of the strong winds and rays on Planet Xilin. Coupled with the crumpled cigarette between his dry lips and the light infantry uniform on his body, it fully displayed the image of a simple frontline soldier.
"You don't know how many floors there are in the irrigation farm?"
The soldier looked at the camera in surprise and scratched his head in confusion. He then laughed and said, "It's normal that you city people don't know about this."
A voice outside the camera asked, "What do you want to say to the government or the Senate about your mother's situation of being unemployed for many years?"
Xiao Shisanlou simply shook his head and said to the camera, "The government provides subsidies. Besides, I've been receiving quite a lot of subsidies over the years. My family's life is not a problem."
"My best weapon is the 2126 long-range sniper rifle, but there are at least three people in our group who use it better than me. Lao Bai, Da Xiong … Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le? I've never seen him use a sniper rifle, but I heard that it's awesome. I saw him play with the Cayenne light machine in battle. He must be awesome with a sniper rifle as well. "
There was no such thing as awesome in the Federation. The word "awesome" was automatically muted by the news channel.
"The mission is indeed a bit tiring. We've been on this crappy planet for more than a month and have only fought one and a half battles. It's really boring," Xiao Shisanlou said seriously. "Of course, we all know that once we encounter the enemy of the Empire, if we are not well prepared, it will really be fatal."
The camera was slightly tilted up at his dusty and tired face. Behind him was a messy bush. From the angle of the camera, the person holding the camera should be lying on the ground. This might be a break in the battle.
"You know that our mission is top secret. Then why ask?"
"Is there a problem? I finally understand why Boss and Lao Bai hate you guys so much. "
After a period of self-expression, Thirteenth Floor gradually got used to the feeling of facing the camera. The seven groups of ruffians that were previously hidden by his simple and honest appearance finally revealed a little.
"Alright, alright!" He waved his hand angrily at the camera and said, "I knew I had to answer. Beep, beep, beep. If I had known, I wouldn't have made that bet last night! Liu Jiao and those bastards insisted that I accept your interview. "
"Yes, I have been in the army for many years. I am a veteran."
"What do you think of these new recruits? I have no opinion. That's right, this brat is now in the same dorm as me. You're asking me about my relationship with him? " Thirteenth Wang glanced to the left of the camera and smiled mockingly. "These new recruits are much stronger than before. What I don't like the most about this kid is that he loves to bathe too much. He is clearly a man, yet he makes himself smell good all day."
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The camera shifted to the left, and a young man's face that was distorted due to anger entered the camera. After seeing the camera, the young man panicked and quickly said, "Don't film me, don't film me."
The camera didn't move away.
Unable to win against the persistence of the camera, the young man had no choice. After a moment of silence, he angrily explained, "I only bathe once every three days. The frequency has decreased a lot. I don't understand why these old soldiers don't care about personal hygiene. "
"What I care about is being alive." Thirteenth Floor's disdainful voice came from outside the camera.
"My name is Da Vinci." The new recruit was silent for a moment. A slight smile rose to his face. "I am 22 years old this year. Yes, my father is the governor of Xixia State, Da Chengren. I am now in the same dorm as the guy you just interviewed. "
"Why did you choose this name? After mother stopped performing at Xixia Theater, she fell in love with painting. On the day she gave birth to me, my father happened to be working at an excavation site before the catastrophe. Yes, it was the discovery that shocked the Federation 20 years ago … My father saw the archaeologists take out a pile of chains and watermelon knives with Da Vinci's name on them from the basement … Just wait … Junk, so he decided to name me Da Vinci. "
Da Vinci said with some sadness, "Afterwards, it was proven that this was just another prank by Master Schiller."
The voice outside the camera laughed and said, "But this in itself is very valuable."
Da Vinci chuckled and took a cigarette from Thirteenth Floor's hand. He lit it and said, "Yes."
"After being on the frontlines for more than a month, do you feel any different?" the voice outside the camera asked.
Da Vinci seriously thought for a long time. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and said, "The freedom and peace of the Federation require blood and sacrifice … This isn't a cliché, it's a real feeling."
"What do you think of these old soldiers? Well, they taught us a lot, not just combat skills. " The governor's son shrugged. "And to be honest, without them, we might have died very easily."
"The weapon I'm best at? That must be DI DI DI, "he said excitedly. However, it was a pity that this young master had spent countless nights mastering the manual air pressure valve. Because of the need to keep it a secret, he was forced to end up in the same pitiful state as the old soldier beside him.
"I can't accept that Thirteenth Floor doesn't wash his feet. His feet are very smelly. The sterile socks issued by the Ministry of Defense can't remove the smell …" Da Vinci said seriously. Then, he extended a fist outside the camera and hit him hard on the forehead.
He rubbed his forehead, looked at the camera, and laughed. "And Thirteenth Floor has a life dream that makes people want to vomit …"
As he said this, he forcefully pulled Thirteenth Floor's hand away from his mouth and said loudly, "He wants to be a general, but he doesn't even look at himself!"
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The camera turned to Thirteenth Floor again. The soldier's face, which was red with anger, immediately became very serious. He said to the person behind the camera, "You also think that the son of a farmer can't be a general?"
There was no answer.
"DI DI DI, isn't President Pabre the son of a miner in Donglin? Thirteenth Floor spat out a mouthful of saliva with the smell of tobacco. He laughed and said, "Besides, my boss will definitely be a marshal in the future. What's the point of me being a general and then retiring?"
The camera was obviously frightened by this arrogant declaration and turned to Da Vinci.
"Is there anything you want to say to your family?"
Da Vinci was already prepared. He smiled brightly at the camera and said, "Dad, mom, don't worry about me …"
Suddenly, the smile gradually disappeared. The arrogant and childish face of the young master became more dignified and steady. He said slowly, "We will do well on the front line. Also, my dear Xuerong, you have to wait for me to come back. "
The battlefield scene in the camera was gradually painted with a halo of homesickness. Just as some kind of warm thoughts were surging, Thirteenth Floor's dark face suddenly squeezed into the camera and said, "Governor, if I can't become a general, you have to find me a good job for the sake of taking care of your son."
The expression on Da Vinci's face became very interesting. He pushed and kicked this guy out of the camera.
Who knew that at this time, Thirteenth Floor looked at him seriously and said, "I remember that your parents and your fiancee would never allow you to smoke."
Da Vinci, who had a cigarette in his thin lips, was stunned. His face was a little pale. He felt that the cigarette between his lips was like a thin and hot iron. His lips trembled and the cigarette butt fell into the mud.
A hand quickly covered the camera, leaving behind endless aftertaste for the hundreds of millions of viewers watching with relish in front of the TV.
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"My name is Xiong Linquan. I come from the small town of Greenbow County in the 37th state. I don't know where it is? If you don't know, can't you check it out? Why do you care how old I am? I can use any gun. These little bastards … Well, they are really good. At least they are much better than I thought. "
"My name is Cong Xiang. I come from the university town of Linhai state. I am 21 years old this year. Does my father's identity have anything to do with our battle on the front line? Well, he is indeed the president of Ewha University. "
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"My name is Bai Yulan, and then … that's it."
"My name is Xi Peng … I was urgently called to the front line 71 days ago. At that time, no one knew the specific mission orders …"
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The faces of the veterans and the new recruits kept appearing in the camera. It was obvious that the footage was not taken at the same time and place.
After spending some time on the front line and experiencing the baptism of smoke and blood, it was difficult to distinguish the two completely different types of people from their appearance and temperament. However, whether it was the Venus Documentary Film Studio's filmmakers or the hundreds of millions of viewers in front of the TV, after watching for a while, they could easily distinguish between the two types of people.
The eyes of the veterans of Group 7 were even colder and more ruthless. There was also a kind of frivolous indifference. More importantly, in their short self-introduction, there were even more profanities and curses than the new recruits. Countless muted beeps that represented silencing entered thousands of households in a manner that created a broadcast record for the Federation's news channel. It shook the eardrums of many people.
A burning cloud suddenly floated across the camera. Bullets whistled past, hitting the bodies of Federation soldiers. Some soldiers fell, dirt was kicked up, and there were angry and hurried shouts and even more beeps.
The camera began to shake violently. It was like the hand-held camera technique that some movie directors deliberately used to create the atmosphere of a battlefield. However, all of this was real. There was not much blood that burst out, but it was particularly dazzling. The sounds of explosions were not really ear-splitting, but it seemed to make people feel the earth tremble.
After three seconds of fading in and out, the camera returned to the military base. After the frantic medical treatment, it returned to the peace after the battle.
This was a dusk that was as red as blood. The voice-over used a deliberately calm tone to slowly narrate everything that this team had experienced.
"The soldiers of Group 7, some of them came from poor families, some came from rich families, but they all had a common goal, for the victory of the Federation, so they had to walk together.
"In the first episode, we once showed everyone the anger and conflict that was hidden in the beginning of this unit. However, a month and a half later, it seemed that some very wonderful and very good things were happening in this unit.
"We are very curious. If these very good things were happening in every corner of our society, what kind of positive power would that bring?
"This is the second episode of the Federation News Channel's documentary 'Group 7'. Thank you for watching. In the next episode, we will strive to have the highest commander of this unit, who has never spoken, talk about his legendary experiences and war stories.
The camera focused on a figure in the twilight military base, and then gradually faded into darkness.
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