There is a lot of dirt on the rough fingers, but after rubbing the eyes, they become a little wet. Xu Le's lungs were aching, and he didn't know if it was an imperial bullet. He didn't shoot through the hard ceramic body armor, but broke his rib. He didn't know if the wetness on his fingers was the pain that squeezed a few tears, or because of something beside him.
The shriveled cigarette between his chapped lips swayed gently in the night wind. He silently looked at the trembling and artillery fire between heaven and earth, and asked silently, "You should calculate massive data on the command ship at this time, make suggestions, and control the overall situation. , but came to chat with me, a lonely ghost, will there be any problem?"
"I am everywhere, and one of them I made a special trip to stop by your side to save your life, thank you?" The Federal Central Computer answered this question mechanically in the first half of the sentence and boring in the second half.
Xu Le took off the burning cigarette—this inadvertent action slapped off a piece of the skin on his lips, frowning in pain, and said angrily, "Go to hell."
The silver light between the mountains and the rocks is beautiful, and the night wind is cool. He sits alone among the rocks and watches this magnificent war like a spectator. Fortunately, there is a boring but gradually interesting program chatting with him.
A slight self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and he sighed in his heart: "If you can't find me today, I'll be dead, I've always been curious, you should be in the depths of the Charter Bureau building, even if the information It takes two or three minutes to communicate with each other through the micro-torsion hole, how can you be so fast?”
"I am incarnated in thousands, and I am not afraid of time." The old man replied with a philosophical reflection with a light talisman, "Everywhere I can be, returning to this planet again, I feel that I am full of power."
Xu Le has long been accustomed to the increasingly nonsense expression of this supposedly cold central computer. He never bothered to worry about his unexplainable state, so he didn't feel timid or confused. On the contrary, he easily understood it. sentence answer.
After a moment of silence, he sarcastically said, "With thousands of incarnations, wouldn't it be schizophrenic?"
Fierce fighting engulfed every inch of the planet's eastern side, and every second soldiers fell to their death, reduced to mindless flesh or ashes. The battle situation was too tragic and stalemate. Xu Le hid alone among the Luofanyan Peaks until noon the next day, when the federal military finally pulled out a combat helicopter and picked him up from the mountain.
The huge roar of the helicopter concealed the driver's loud inquiry. Xu Leban, who was pale, leaned in the cabin full of engine oil smell, looking down at the mountains and grasslands below.
The further we go to the western federal base, the more teams are assembled on the ground. Overlooking from the sky, countless steel torrents occupy all the space in the field of vision, and they are slowly but firmly crushing towards the control area of the imperial people. The scene is magnificent.
The helicopter stopped about a dozen kilometers away from the diamond-shaped base, and immediately took off again, joining the tense battle. On the airstrip, there were already military vehicles waiting for Xu Le.
The violently shaking military vehicle drove towards the base along the quick-setting concrete military road.
Along the way, Xu Le saw that there were many small troops, just like himself, bucking the torrent of large troops marching towards the base.
These small units are like seven groups, special teams that perform net-laying work on the planet. Looking at the dark and gaunt comrades in arms, Xu Le quickly recognized that they included most of the three major federal security companies. The battle team, the battle experts of Whitewater, Blackhawk, and Bluebird, seemed to have all converged on this planet.
Although these net-laying groups evacuated earlier than the seventh group, they still suffered heavy casualties in the final frantic scattered attack of the imperial people.
What shocked him was that among these battle groups carrying out dangerous missions, there were also many warriors in ragged clothes. These warriors had obviously worked for a long time in the empire's control area, but still maintained their high spirits, but they The firearms and equipment are obviously a bit backward.
His eyes fell on the marks of these soldiers' worn-out military uniforms and the formation of wounded wounds, his eyes narrowed, and his right hand clenched the handle of the military vehicle.
The Qinglong Mountain anti-government army finally arrived.
The military roads were full of troops from the second wave of the federal military's general offensive. The federal soldiers on armored vehicles and mechas looked at these "mud legs" of Qinglong Mountain with complex expressions.
They know very well that although the heavy casualties in front of the team are retreating to the base, they are definitely not deserters. On the contrary, they are all warriors worthy of respect, but just a few years ago, the two sides were still sworn enemies, but today they have become A comrade-in-arms in the trenches, many in the government army, had a hard time adapting to this transition.
I don't know where a shout came from, the officers and soldiers of the main force slowly raised their right hands, and gave military salutes to the mercenaries of the three major security companies and the anti-government troops of Qinglong Mountain. Grateful look.
The military vehicle quickly drove to the front of the barracks with the smoke and dust. Xu Le leaned on the 2126 long sniper and limped out of the military vehicle with difficulty. He smiled and said something to the soldier driving, and patted the other side's shoulder.
A member of Group 7 who took the lead in retreating in the early hours of yesterday, had been guarding outside the barracks all night. At this time, when he saw Xu Le getting off the military vehicle, his face showed a trace of shock and ecstasy. He screamed and rushed in. barracks.
"The boss is back!"
"real?"
There was a burst of exclamations and footsteps in the barracks of the seventh group. Dozens of team members rushed out of the barracks at the same time. Except for the seriously injured team members who were receiving treatment, all rushed out to welcome Xu Le's return. Even the legs were severely injured. Da Vinci, who hit him, jumped out with a cane.
Xu Le grinned and looked at the team members in front of him. He wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He walked forward silently, handed the spear to Magnolia, and then took the spear from Lan Xiaolong's hand. He took a whole box of cigarettes and took them apart, dragged his tired body after injury, and carefully gave each team member a cigarette.
When the pack of cigarettes was finished, the symbol slapped his head, ran into the barracks, took half of the stock, and handed it over to him.
Xu Le continued to smoke each team member earnestly, then lit it, and said sincerely in a hoarse voice: "It's hard work."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Yesterday morning, the dozens of new team members who were led by Lan Xiaolong to retreat first had expressions of shame and unwillingness on their faces, while the faces of the team members who had been following Xu Le to the limestone peaks showed a few expressions on their faces. Excited and excited.
Then.
Xu Le walked under the somewhat familiar tree next to the barracks, lit three cigarettes between his lips, pulled out two cigarettes, and carefully inserted them into the loose soil under the tree.
There were bursts of blue smoke, and there was a dead silence in the field. Many people's eyes were red, not necessarily sad, but also mixed with some kind of complicated emotions.
On this planet, the seven groups did not die for more than two months, but they were severely slashed by the Imperials during their last mission before the big counter-offensive. In the river beach and the subsequent retreat, there were more than a dozen people. Brothers can not afford to sleep forever.
In this deadly atmosphere, some new team members couldn't help crying, but even after being yelled back by their companions, the team members were smoking cigarettes, one after another, like The burning paper between the lips is the life of the imperial people, and the entire barracks is shrouded in silence and the spicy taste of Sanqi brand cigarettes.
Da Vinci smoked the most fiercely. He squatted under the eaves of the barracks without saying a word, thinking of the big guy who lived in the same room, the farmer's son, the helmet sprayed with blood on the beach, and the idea of never smelling it again. Before that guy's foot stinks, his eyes were already red, and there was a ruthlessness in the blood red that was hard to pin down.
At this moment, the film crew of the Jinxing Documentary Factory of the Ministry of National Defense quietly appeared in the barracks, and the humming sound of equipment operation awakened the team members who were immersed in a sad atmosphere. There were only two people in the film crew, and they were withdrawn in the middle of the mission yesterday, so they didn't capture the tragic battle on the beach.
"Stop taking pictures." Xu Le stood up with the trunk of the tree, glanced at the bleeding left arm, and said to the cameraman.
The cameraman hesitated and glanced at the host next to him.
"Damn, I told you not to shoot!"
Da Vinci stared at the bloodshot eyes, rushed over like a tiger, kicked the cameraman away, grabbed the camera and slammed it to the ground, smashing the ground with debris.
Xu Le bowed his head and waved his hand, Lan Xiaolong and Xiong Linquan rushed up to stop Da Vinci behind him, while Magnolia used her cold eyes like a knife to force the cameraman and host away from the barracks.
The doctor officer Hou Xiandong shook his head and stepped forward and gave Da Vinci a sedative. As veterans of the seven groups, they had all experienced the emotions of these new recruits when they first encountered life and death. Vince, the same gloomy heart.
The barracks banned alcohol and no smoking. Facing the critical threshold of life and death, the soldiers all needed the stimulation of cigarettes. In the legends of the barracks, there is naturally also this aspect, that is: a fire.
A fire is about getting up in the early morning to go to the toilet, the guy lit cigarettes, and then continued one by one, and continued to smoke until he went to sleep.
For the first three days after the mission, Xu Le and many people in the seventh group lived like a fire, with the voices and smiles of dead comrades in arms, the exhaustion and despair after the tragic battle, and the trembling of the rest of their lives, only cigarettes accompanied them. Can explain a little bit.
There was also a fire in Xu Le's heart. If it wasn't for the outrageous mistake made by the Charter Bureau, the seventh group would not have had to go on the last adventure. Spanking and chatting in the barracks, smoking like yourself.
Xu Le knew his character weakness. If he couldn't speak out for these undeserved comrades in arms, the fire in his chest would never be extinguished.
However, the other party was the mysterious and indifferent Charter Bureau. Before he had time to write a report to the Ministry of Defense to file a lawsuit, the Charter Bureau had already found him.
The Charter Bureau officer in a black formal suit looked at Xu Le expressionlessly and said, "Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, I have been ordered to bring you back to the ship for a joint investigation. As for the mistakes you made during the mission, you must truthfully explain the situation to your superiors. , strive for leniency.”