"No! General."
Outside the entrance of the Bingfeng Heiyan Cave under the setting sun, the bodyguard who had been following the old General Ambree with difficulty in recent days shouted in horror, trying to take the gun from his hand, but the ribs in this thin body were lost a few days ago. Already broken, even crawling is so difficult, he can only reach out his hand in vain, trying to grab something.
Ambri's arms were slightly stiff, and he slowly lowered his head. His pale hair was so dazzling in the rich red sun. After a long silence, he turned his head and looked at this loyal subordinate with a slight smile. There was a hint of consolation in the smile.
If this was just a tragic drama on the battlefield, the general on the losing side would suddenly wake up, cherish his life, live bravely and bravely, endure it for many years, and then lead a new army to launch a bloody revenge against the enemy. However, this is a real battlefield, not a drama. The Imperial Expeditionary Force in the setting sun has been destroyed. Like his colleagues and subordinates, the old General Ambree has wandered around but could not find a way back home. They will never surrender. There is only despair, and the plot will never have a follow-up development...
With a crisp gunshot, the guard officer fell to the ground with a blood hole in his eyebrows.
The old general Ambree, whose cheeks were sunken, stared blankly at the blue smoke from the muzzle, and a self-deprecating expression flashed on his face. His predecessor liked this kind of antique gun the most. Zeng sarcastically asked himself if this old gun could kill people...
Can kill people, old guns can at least kill old people.
Under the blood-red setting sun, Ambri, the supreme commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force on Planet 5460, began to organize his grooming seriously. He took out a half-bone comb from his pocket, combed his white hair without harshness, and then raised his pistol at His forehead pulled the trigger.
After the gunshot, the old general's body was slammed, and the unconscious old thin body fell forward, rolled down the high and dangerous ice peak and black cliff, and brought up some gravel, a few snowflakes, and a little smoke and dust, and then stopped, full of head. The white hair was already stained with blood, and it was tangled up.
Xu Le, who had worked together with the experts for three days and three nights, fell into a drowsy sleep. In his sleep, he faintly heard cheers from the dining hall in the distance. There was a smile on his simple and sincere face. He probably thought he had dreamed of victory, but he still didn't wake up.
He woke up in the middle of the night and was a little stunned to find that the entire barracks was brightly lit, cheering loudly, the smell of barbecue and alcohol wafting in the air, and everywhere he could see soldiers lying drunk and forgetting the freezing rain, he even saw a few soldiers. The usual serious old professor actually danced the popular twerk dance in the capital star circle.
What happened
He responded somewhat bewilderedly to the warm greetings, a full glass of beer and an extremely hard palm, and it took a long time to understand what was going on, which made the officers and soldiers who were staying on the ground so bored that they were going crazy.
"Boss, we won!"
"Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, cheers!"
"Imperial cubs, go to hell!"
"Victory! Victory!"
Xu Le responded somewhat numbly to everything around him, but for some unknown reason, his mood was unexpectedly calm. In the atmosphere of the revelry of the crowd, he took a bottle of spirits in silence and passed through it silently. The crowd came to a small hillside on the side of the airport station.
There were still thick clouds in the sky, and the freezing rain was coming like yesterday, but his body was a little hot, and he couldn't feel the cold. He didn't know if it was because of alcohol or something else.
Half of the 3.5 liters of amber-colored spirits had already been poured into his stomach. With a tinge of crimson on his face, he looked at the place where the bottom of the hillside was supposed to be a hilly pasture, but was now a mud lake, and suddenly said. :"we won?"
"Yes." Charter Computer flashed characters in his left pupil.
"I never imagined that so many people died in the war. I just bury my head and sleep, and I can hear the news of the victory." Xu Le scratched his head, and a faint smile appeared on his calm face. .
Regarding the final miserable situation of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, Xu Le did not feel the slightest sense of loss of life, but accepted this fact with great joy. Professional soldiers may have some kind of respect for their enemies, but that must be respectable, and an army like the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which slaughtered civilians, could never find a single positive comment from him.
Just as Medellin used the name of ideals for his own purposes back then, and let countless young people without any force, but with a passion and a strong will to change social injustices, play the role of cannon fodder, which is exactly what he cannot tolerate.
What he is not ashamed of is the victimization of the innocent, and the use of positive terms as a passport to sin.
Sitting in the icy meadow on the hill, Xu Le kept pouring spirits, looking at the flowing water under his feet, thinking that the Federation had finally won the victory, he couldn't help frowning and shaking his head, then smirked again. stand up.
That night, he giggled more than he had ever put together.
The TV camera is interviewing Jian Shuier, a national girl who has been reclusive and rarely seen since her return from the front line. The producer Bai Zeming did not make any pictures, and still asked in his voice-over familiar to the people of the Federation: "According to the information just declassified, in the During the victory concert, the Seventh Team of the Nutshell was responsible for your security work. Now they have become a heroic group in the eyes of the federal people, so in your eyes, what kind of force do you think this is?"
In the circle sofa, Jian Shui'er was wearing a simple sportswear and a sports hat, covering her hair completely. She didn't seem to have expected this incomparably broad question. She frowned beautifully and thought about it for a long time. The members of the seven groups appeared lazy and rogue, and couldn't help but burst out laughing, and immediately said with a serious face: "I think this is the cutest army in the Federation."
Once the screen is turned, it is still the same problem.
"What kind of army do you think this is?"
Behind the desk carved from a single piece of agarwood, Mr. Nutshell said with a smile, "They are the pride of Nuoshell and the best young people in the Federation."
The same question has been repeated in the TV footage. There are various people answering the question, including generals from the Ministry of Defense, and high-profile members of the parliament. The people who were asked finally expanded to people at all levels of the Federation. Everyone's answers were not the same. , but it doesn't mean anything.
"Since they can take over the flag of the Seventeenth Division, it means that they must have something special. As for your question, I think it should be said that they are the ace troops of the Federation." A young and proud officer of the Second Military Region.
"I don't know much about wars."
A female employee who was wiping the dust off her high heels was stopped by the film crew and stood up in a panic, a hint of shame suddenly flashed on her face: "But I've watched TV, there are many handsome guys in this team, Especially the white secretary, who is very pitiful."
The middle school students who were preparing for the spring exams suddenly became excited when they heard this question, and screamed: "Of course the seventh group is the best team!"