"Captain, what's the matter?"
Seeing that his expression was wrong, the team members gradually stopped talking and laughing, and moved over one after another.
Paul shook his head, gripped the flyer tightly, and once again looked at the name on the last line that shouldn't appear.
The public may not necessarily know the true meaning of these "disappearances", but they know it better than anyone else.
These people all disappeared in the territory of the Zerg. No signal, no body, not even a trace. The military will no longer send people to search and rescue, because search and rescue has no meaning.
Jack was right, they almost made it to this list.
But they weren't up there after all.
The way to break out of the siege was unexpectedly smooth, and the Zerg's defenses were extremely lax. They rushed out with almost no effort, and they were notified that the mission was successfully completed not long after.
The joy of the rest of the life after the catastrophe was too strong, diluting many unreasonable doubts, and also made everyone temporarily ignore all the strangeness.
In fact, they failed to achieve the goal of containing the Zerg, but the task was completed in this way, and everyone returned to the camp alive, but the young second lieutenant who was supposed to be the least likely to have an accident was missing.
What happened after they left, and what else they don’t know, why did Craig tell them to go to the direction of nine o’clock at that time—he couldn’t help but recall every moment of that time over and over again. A detail, but has not been able to reach a conclusion.
Or dare not draw conclusions.
They all know the character of the second lieutenant, how could such a cowardly person dare to go out alone to attract the Zerg, and even put himself in it, just to—
In order to protect those who are not necessarily worthy of protection.
"Go, let's go back."
Finally unable to continue deceiving himself like this, Paul spoke in a low voice, then turned around and walked quickly back to the military area.
"Captain, what are you doing?"
Jack yelled in astonishment, trying to stop him, but Luke raised his hand to hold him, and said in a low voice, "He's up here."
Although the missing list can be checked internally, if there are no special circumstances, no one would think of checking these things. If they hadn't seen this list, they might not have noticed that this name was silently filled in the missing list for the rest of their lives.
"Who?"
Jack was startled, picked up the flyer and read it carefully several times, his expression changed, and he hesitated, lowering his voice: "Could it—could it be the same name? There are so many people named Craig, so it may not be the same he… "
Luke didn't answer, just shook his head slightly, and quickly followed Paul's figure.
They also hoped it was just an accidental coincidence. The second lieutenant obviously betrayed them in order to survive, and even held on to the remaining ammunition, refusing to give them any hope of surviving.
Only by firmly believing in this truth can they continue to live calmly as if nothing happened.
The status of a lieutenant colonel is not low in the military department, and it is easy to know where his office is, but ordinary team members have no right to go in like this. Blocked by the Brain Barrier, Paul finally stopped, but he didn't turn around and leave. He just stood there silently, and the flyer had already been clenched into a ball by him.
"Captain, should we go out first and think of a solution, we will be punished if we keep standing here..."
Luke stepped forward, hesitating and whispering a word of persuasion. Paul just shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Go back first, I'll wait here for a while."
Seeing his resolute attitude, the team members had no choice but to stop talking, but no one left, they just bit the bullet and waited outside the dividing line together.
It didn't take long for the surveillance to find them, and the sirens kept ringing, warning them to leave as soon as possible, but Paul remained stubbornly unmoved. When the lieutenant colonel also heard the news, his eyes fell on several people, his originally impatient expressions suddenly froze, and his footsteps could not help but stop.
Although he didn't have much affection for these people, they were the subordinates Craig wanted to protect after all. The mistakes I made and theirs are actually the same, but whoever wakes up earlier.
The lieutenant colonel stood there for a while, then walked slowly towards the crowd, his eyes fell on Paul's brand new shoulder: "Second lieutenant, what's the matter?"
When he called out his new military rank, Paul paused for breath, shrank in the depths of his eyes, and said in a low voice after a moment of silence: "Sir, we want to know—where is Craig, and why he didn't come to our meeting?" The awarding ceremony?"
"He has already retired. The task this time was completed very smoothly. He has won the Silver Eagle Medal and can be allowed to retire early, so I won't come to see you."
Already thinking about the explanation, the lieutenant colonel explained calmly, but Paul suddenly raised his hand and handed him the crumpled flyer: "But we saw his name on it."
The lieutenant colonel's eyes jumped, and he subconsciously took the leaflet.
Craig just asked him to help hide it from his subordinates, but after all, the mission had to be summarized and reported. If the young man failed to come back, he had to give an explanation to the military department.
He did not hide from his superiors what the young second lieutenant had done. These records would be sealed and archived, and they could not be consulted without seniority above the field officer level. For at least a decade or two, these team members will not have much chance to see the detailed records of those missions.
The central intellectual brain will automatically generate a full-authority list of missing persons based on the records. Of course, Craig will also be listed, but ordinary people seldom think of checking it, so he doesn't care too much, but Unexpectedly, the Military Propaganda Department actually printed such a leaflet.
In fact, there was no need to hide it.
Someone has to sacrifice, and someone has to lure the Zerg away in order to escape from the Zerg's territory. But these young people in front of him are all alive, and he is also alive, and the task has been successfully completed. There will be no such lucky coincidence on the battlefield.
After recognizing this result, as long as you think about it for a while, it is actually not difficult to draw a real conclusion.
The lieutenant colonel looked at the flyer, slowly folded it in his hands, and looked up at the young man in front of him: "What do you want to know?"
Hearing his words, the team members breathed suddenly and heavily, and their eyes showed an unbelievable blood color, and their hearts that were still lucky finally sank completely.
Uncontrollable strong shame suddenly surged up, Paul's face flushed red, and suddenly he couldn't ask a word of the questions he had accumulated, and he stood for a while with his teeth gritted, and suddenly turned around and was about to leave.
"stop."
The lieutenant colonel's calm and majestic voice came from behind, telling him to stop instinctively.
The military rank on his shoulders suddenly became extremely heavy. Paul clenched his fists tightly, and it took almost all of his strength to stand up straight again, and said in a low voice, "I don't deserve this award."
"The meritorious service has been issued and cannot be taken back."
The lieutenant colonel spoke softly, with a low and gentle tone, as if he was reiterating a certain principle that cannot be changed: "You are the captain, and when you become the captain, you can no longer do whatever you want. You can protect them—”
"Did you teach him that too? Teach him to protect us, teach him not to say anything, and then die for us?"
Luke finally couldn't help interrupting him, his eyes were flushed: "Then we always thought that he betrayed us, kept hating him, and just lived without knowing anything...Is that so?"
"I didn't teach him anything. It is he himself who must protect his subordinates, and he himself does not want you to know."
The lieutenant colonel shook his head, his eyes fell on the empty space, and he paused for a moment before continuing: "I didn't expect him to do this. If I thought about it, I would definitely stop him in advance."
It wasn't that the kid didn't say anything, he was just too shy, too bad at speaking what was on his mind, and they had too little patience for him.
Whether it was himself or the team members in front of him, no one even stopped to listen to what he really wanted to say.
"But the captain—didn't he leave with the ammo? He has the ammo, right? With that, he might survive. Maybe he's waiting for us at a safe point, waiting for us to pick him up. ,right?"
Hank's eyes suddenly lit up, and he spoke hastily, with vague hope in his eyes: "Can we go and have a look? Just go and have a look, we have his brain to share, what if we can find it..."
"You turned on the sharing of his brain?"
Keenly grasping the key points in his words, the lieutenant colonel's expression suddenly sank, and his chest suddenly shrank.
All the information of a person is recorded on the brain, and forcing the sharing of the brain means that all the privacy is completely exposed to others, which is an almost unbearable offense to anyone.
Sure enough, these team members already knew the truth of the order. In those two days, what kind of treatment did that young man who is not good at words suffer, whether he was squeezed out and ridiculed by the team members, and what kind of mood he opened his brain, all this has no chance to know up.
The mood that I thought had calmed down suddenly became so heavy that my chest was suffocated again because I learned the heavier truth.
Did that kid feel wronged when he jumped on the spare mech
"Sharing has been turned off shortly after we left."
Not having the courage to answer the lieutenant colonel's question, Paul lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, his fists clenched tighter and tighter: "Sir, although we are not qualified to question you, I still want to know... After that, what happened to Craig?" What did I tell you."
"He told me that he wanted to protect you."
The lieutenant colonel responded in a low voice, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said bluntly: "You don't have to go anymore, those ammunition has an attractant, which can not only have the effect of blasting, but also attract a large number of Zerg. After detonation, the lure The effect of the potion will dissipate immediately, and no one can survive in that situation—since you have already survived, you should be worthy of those who sacrificed for you, and don't let their efforts go to waste."
After speaking, he turned around and walked quickly back to the office.
"What did he say—how could there be an attractant?!"
It wasn't until the lieutenant colonel's figure was gone that Jack couldn't help but opened his mouth in astonishment, and took a few steps forward in disbelief: "Isn't that just for death? Why did you develop such a damn thing—"
"Because it was developed, it was used by some people to contain the firepower of the Zerg when they split up to break through."
Paul had come to his senses completely, answered in a low voice, turned around and walked back outside.
It was originally a well-designed trap, but they actually regarded it as their only hope. If Craig hadn't stopped them forcefully at that time, they would all be buried in the swarm of insects when the ammunition was detonated.
It's because they keep things too simple.
Someone has to be sacrificed. The reason why they can survive safely is because someone took their place in the completely opposite direction.
Luke paused slightly, and suddenly laughed bitterly at himself: "We actually told him at that time that we would forgive him..."
Everyone fell silent, and the questioning and sarcasm from the past clearly emerged, brightly occupying their minds.
They never actually tried to believe him.
"So what do we do now, do we just do nothing?"
Looking at his depressed companion, Hank took a step forward anxiously, habitually looking at Paul, hoping to get even a little hint from him.
But this time, Paul just shook his head slightly, and walked slowly back to the barracks.
His shoulders had slumped.
In the general's private residence, the treatment cabin is still running non-stop.
The young man inside was sleeping peacefully, with no blood visible on his delicate face, if it wasn't for the slow and even breathing and heartbeat, it was almost impossible to tell whether he was still alive or not.
The Emperor of Zombies would inject repair medicine into Craig's body on time every day, hold him in the living room and bask in the sun at regular intervals, and give him a full-body massage at night, and stay by the treatment cabin for the rest of the time, saying Nothing to leave.
Even the general couldn't bear it, and wanted to take turns taking care of his young son with him, but the Zonghuang still insisted on doing it himself, and he still couldn't get rid of the habit of calling him daddy.
Although he couldn't make it public, the general still secretly investigated a lot of information, and finally confirmed that it was because the worm emperor evolved too fast, was born too short, and acquired insufficient knowledge, so such cognitive deviations appeared.
He blamed himself for his wrong inducement, the general patiently corrected and explained several times, seeing that the Zonghuang still didn't know how to change his words, so he had no choice but to let him call him whatever he wanted. I just secretly bought a lot of preschool education books. He planned to return the responsibility of teaching the Zong Emperor to his son when Craig woke up.
Putting the documents in his hand aside, the general checked a few emails, his eyes still dimmed, and he sighed very lightly.
Craig's situation is actually not good.
He has invited several trusted medical experts, but the results are the same. Craig miraculously avoided the attack of the Zerg, and his mental strength was not damaged, but fell into a deep sleep due to excessive consumption. But his body has already been severely injured due to frequent outbreaks of mental power, and even if he can still recover, the extent will probably be extremely limited.
There have been a few cases in the military department where the mental power exploded to the limit, and in the end they all undoubtedly had to go through physical transformation before they could regain their normal mobility. No one can predict the specific situation, and we have to wait until Craig wakes up before considering further treatment options.
But no matter how you say it, as long as you can survive it is good.
These days, the general was exhausted from running around for his son's injury. Shun Zhinao got up and left the study, walked to the treatment room, and opened the door lightly.
The Emperor of Zombies was holding Craig, slowly moving his body and limbs for him. He turned around when he heard the general's footsteps, and was about to speak, but the general had already waved his hands with a smile and walked to his side.
The young man in his arms was still asleep, but his breath had stabilized a lot. Leaning lightly on the worm emperor's chest, maybe it's because his body has just been moved, his face seems no longer so pale, and the broken hair on his forehead is scattered, almost as if he just fell asleep temporarily because he was tired.
The general walked over quickly, looked at his son who was still sleeping, and couldn't help showing some hope in his eyes: "Look, does Craig look better?"
"Dad, Craig is feeling much better and will wake up soon."
The Zonghuang leaned over and put him back carefully, and tidied his clothes carefully, then stood up and stepped aside, earnestly replied as if promising.
The general smiled, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and sat down beside him, his gaze fell on the still ignorant and calm face of the young man.
The warm light fell down gently, as if it really made the face no longer so pale that it was worrying. The sleepy young man looked very relaxed, there was no trace of tension or pain in his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his pale lips had a slight curve of relaxation, as if he was having a rare dream.
"It's okay, he's exhausted, and it's okay to sleep a little longer."
It's been a long time since I saw my son look so relaxed. The general smiled softly in his eyes. He responded warmly and sat by the treatment cabin for a while. Instructing the Zonghuang to remember to rest properly, he finally went upstairs and returned to the bedroom.
Sending the general away, the Zonghuang closed the door tightly and quickly returned to the treatment cabin. Let go of the mental power to cover the entire room, and when the wings on the back are closed, the figure suddenly changes back to its original size.
Craig must ensure that he stays in the treatment cabin for more than 20 hours a day, and the single-person treatment cabin cannot accommodate two people. After trying several ways to sleep with each other, he still instinctively chose the one he was most used to.
The little cocoa slapped on Craig's chest, flapped its wings and flew to his cheek, kissed him earnestly, then got back into the other's clothes with satisfaction, hugged the familiar bump of just the right size and fell asleep go.
The rich aroma of cocoa comes out, quietly repairing and transforming the fragile human body.
After his body was finally able to barely bear the intensity of his mental strength, Su Shi's consciousness finally recovered. His eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he opened his eyes slowly with difficulty. Feeling the familiar touch of his chest, his expression suddenly became subtle.
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Su Shi: You may not believe it, but I had a nightmare. ⊙ mouth ⊙
#梦里老gong has grown up#
# also lifted the pot#