"No! General! "
Outside the black cave on the icy peak under the setting sun, the guard who had been following General Ambly for the past few days shouted in horror. He wanted to take the gun away from General Ambly's hand, but his ribs had been broken a few days ago, and even crawling was difficult for him. He could only reach out his hand in vain, trying to grab something.
Ambly's arm froze, and he slowly lowered his head. His white hair was so dazzling under the red sun. After a long period of silence, he turned around and smiled at his loyal subordinate. There was a hint of consolation in his smile.
If this was just a tragic war drama, the general who lost would have suddenly realized that he should cherish his life and live on bravely. He would have endured for many years, and then lead a new army to launch a bloody revenge against the enemy. However, this was a real battlefield, not a drama. The Imperial Expeditionary Army had been annihilated, and General Ambry was just like his subordinates. They wandered around aimlessly, unable to find their way home. They would never surrender, and only despair awaited them. There would never be a continuation of the plot …
A crisp gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole appeared between the guard's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.
General Ambly, whose cheeks were sunken, stared blankly at the smoke coming out of the muzzle, and a self-deprecating expression flashed across his face. The former emperor loved this kind of antique gun the most, and General Ambly, who was in his prime, got one because of his military exploits. At that time, he mocked himself and asked himself if this antique gun could kill people …
If it could kill people, then this antique gun could at least kill old people.
Under the blood-red setting sun, Ambly, the highest commander of the Imperial expeditionary force on planet 5460, began to carefully tidy up his appearance. He took out half of a bone comb from his pocket, combed his white hair neatly, and then raised the gun to his forehead and pulled the trigger.
After the gunshot, the old general's body suddenly collapsed. His senseless old and thin body fell forward and rolled down the dangerous black cliff. Along the way, he brought up some gravel, some snowflakes, and some dust before stopping. His head of white hair was already stained with blood and tangled into a ball.
…
…
Xu Le, who had worked with the experts for three days and three nights, fell asleep. In his sleep, he could faintly hear the cheers coming from the canteen in the distance. A smile appeared on his honest and sincere face. He probably thought that he was dreaming about victory, but he still did not wake up.
When he woke up late at night, he was somewhat surprised to find that the entire military camp was brightly lit and filled with cheers. The air was filled with the smell of barbecue and alcohol. Soldiers were lying on the ground drunk, forgetting about the freezing rain. He even saw a few old professors, who were usually serious, dancing the hip dance that was popular in the capital ring.
What happened?
Bewildered, he responded to the warm greetings from all directions, the cups full of beer, and the strong palms. It was only after a long time that he realized what had made the soldiers on the ground, who were about to go crazy from boredom, so excited.
..........
................
...............
.. Victory! "
Xu Le responded to everything around him a little numbly, but for some reason, he was unexpectedly calm. In the atmosphere of the wild celebration, he silently took a bottle of hard liquor, quietly walked through the crowd, and came to a small hill on the side of the spaceport.
The clouds in the sky were still thick, and the freezing rain was still falling. His body was a little hot, but he did not feel cold. He did not know if it was because of the alcohol or something else.
Almost half of the 3.5 liter bottle of amber liquor had already been poured into his stomach. His face was slightly flushed as he looked down at what should have been a grassland at the bottom of the hill but was now a mud lake. He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Did we win?"
"Yes." The Charter computer flashed in his left pupil.
"So many people died in the war. I never thought that I would be able to hear the news of victory just by sleeping." Xu Le scratched his head, and a silly smile appeared on his calm face.
Xu Le did not feel the slightest sense of loss for the final miserable fate of the imperial expeditionary army. Instead, he accepted the fact with incomparable joy. Professional soldiers might have some kind of respect for their enemies, but that was only because the enemies were worthy of respect. But an army like the Imperial expeditionary force that slaughtered civilians would never find any positive comments from him.
It was just like how Macklin had stolen the name of ideals for his own purposes. He had made countless young people who had no martial arts skills but only a strong desire to change social injustice serve as cannon fodder. That was something that he could not tolerate.
What he was ashamed of was the innocent being harmed. It was a positive term that was used as a pass for evil.
Sitting in the cold meadow on the hill, Xu Le kept drinking hard liquor and looked at the flowing water under his feet. Thinking that the Federation had finally won, he could not help but frown and shake his head. Then, he laughed foolishly again.
That night, he laughed foolishly more than he had in his entire life.
…
…
The TV camera was interviewing Jian Shui'er, the national girl who rarely showed her face after returning from the frontline. The producer, Bai Zeming, did not draw a picture. He still used his voiceover that was familiar to the people of the Federation to ask, "According to the information that has just been declassified, during the victory concert, Nutshell Group Seven was responsible for your security. Now, they have become a group of heroes in the eyes of the people of the Federation. Then, in your eyes, what kind of army do you think they are? "
Jian Shui'er, who was sitting on a circular sofa, wore a simple sportswear and a sports cap that covered all her hair. She did not seem to have expected such a broad question. She frowned and thought for a long time. In her mind, the lazy and rascally appearance of the members of Group Seven appeared. She could not help but laugh. Then, she said seriously, "I think they are the most adorable army in the Federation."
The scene changed. It was still the same question.
"What kind of army do you think they are?"
Behind an office desk carved from agarwood, the president of Nutshell Group smiled and said, "They are the pride of Nutshell. They are the most outstanding young people in the Federation."
The same question was repeated in the TV camera. There were all kinds of people who answered the question. There were generals of the Ministry of Defense, and there were also respected members of the parliament. The target of the question was expanded to the people of all social classes in the Federation. Everyone's answer was different, but it had a different meaning.
"Since they can take over the flag of the 17th division, it must mean that they are outstanding. As for the question of iron, I think it should be said that they are the trump card of the Federation." The person who answered this question was a young and proud officer of the Second Military Region.
"I don't know much about war."
A female employee who was wiping the dust on her high heels was stopped by the camera crew. She stood up in a panic. Suddenly, a trace of shyness flashed across her face. "But I have seen the TV. There are a lot of handsome young men in this army. Especially Secretary Bai, he is very pitiful."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
