1634 Don't Know What to Say

It is not easy to provide supplies to tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of soldiers, because the battle continues, and there may be more than hundreds of thousands of training uniforms that need to be replaced every day if they are damaged.

Although the messy supply of candy, chocolate, milk, cigarettes and bitter tea has been reduced, this kind of supply is still so complicated that it makes people want to cry.

Even with the support of supercomputers, the overall planning data is still chaotic and cannot be perfected.

At the same time that Operation Long Sword was launched, a huge transport spaceship started a space transition.

Its body gradually disappeared into the vast space, and then gradually appeared in the hinterland of the Alan Hill Empire, near a busy shipping route.

"This is Qingshan No. 129 transport ship, request to be merged into route 67!" Inside the bridge, the navigator pressed the communicator and asked the on-duty personnel in the guidance space station.

Inside the headset, the gentle voice of the guide came, which was very pleasant to listen to: "Please wait a moment! The patrol destroyer checking your identity is on the way! Keep your route! Don't do unnecessary operations!"

"Transport ship Qingshan 129 understands! I will maintain the route... over!" The navigator took off his earphones, took a long breath, and relaxed a little.

Soon, an Exploration Level 1 destroyer patrolling nearby came over. It slowly approached, as if confirming the situation of the transport ship.

In the radio, the voice of the destroyer captain came: "Security check! Please say the identification password!"

"Weight, fresh water, muscle." Captain Qingshan 129 said the identification code that only he knew.

"If you can, please describe the cargo you are carrying." The weapon guidance radar on the Exploration Level 1 destroyer was still locked on the target, and the cautious voice of the destroyer captain came through the communicator.

"We are carrying the relics of the fallen soldiers, as well as letters of condolence to the families of the fallen soldiers." The captain of Qingshan No. 129 transport ship bridge replied.

"There is no obvious external injury...the identification friend or foe system is not abnormal...the contents of the transported goods conform to the registration description. It can be incorporated into the route...I leave it to you, pilot." The class destroyer began to change its course, and the weapon system was also unlocked.

"Transport ship Qingshan 129, welcome home! The permission to merge into the route has been issued! Pay attention to traffic rules!" The guide switched channels and said to the transport ship Qingshan 129.

"Thank you!" The pilot operating the spaceship gently shook his joystick,

Let your spaceship change its route and merge into the scheduled route.

Like many spaceships that transport supplies, this spaceship is loaded with the most ordinary cargo.

After entering the predetermined route, it flew forward along this route and entered the corresponding air port.

"Have you figured out how to tell her?" In the Mayne star ring, in the sunny office area, on the third floor of a building with a military sign, an elderly officer looked at his subordinates, concerned asked.

"No...I really don't know how to describe to a mother that her son died on the battlefield..." The young officer lowered his head and looked at an envelope in his hand.

This envelope contained two pieces of paper, one was a letter of sympathy signed by Lieutenant General Sak of the Cosmic Army Logistics Force, and the other was a check for a large amount, which was a subsidy for the fallen soldiers.

Although the letter was full of thanks and full of sympathy and comfort, the young officer felt that even this could not heal the mother's grief.

Although the amount on that check would be satisfactory to even a moderate family, the young officer still believed that it was not an equivalent exchange for a fresh life.

"This is your job. You will often encounter such things in the future. You have to get used to it, don't you?" The older officer lit a cigarette, held it between his fingers, and said to his subordinates.

"I don't understand, why..." The young officer pinched the letter, looked up at his officer, and asked incomprehensibly, "Why? Why do we have battle puppets and clones, but we still have to send Precious natural persons go to die on the battlefield?"

He stared into the old officer's eyes, hoping to get an answer from his eyes: "We have so many advanced technologies, and so many cloned soldiers and robots that don't need to comfort their families... Are these just decorations?"

"My child...you are still young, so you don't understand these..." The old officer took a puff of cigarette, exhaled a scattered smoke, his eyes were full of loneliness: "Go and complete your mission, maybe you will be able to do it when you come back." I understand what all this is for."

"But if I don't get the answer, I won't be able to convince myself to tell such a sad ending to a great mother!" The young officer persisted, still refusing to leave.

"Young man! Do you know Serris? Do you know the Serris Grenadier? Do you know how His Majesty charged into the enemy line with a long sword?" The old officer looked at the other party with a blank expression, and asked a series of questions. question.

He stared at the cigarette in his hand, as if recalling something: "Have you heard of the Mauser 98K rifle? Have you ever used it? Have you ever seen a bayonet that can be inserted into the muzzle of a gun? !"

Yes, he recalled the heavy cannon he pushed during the expedition to Mayne.

The cannons at that time were really too backward, they didn’t even have brakes, and the wheels were still made of wood...

However, it was really the most amazing battle he had ever fought. When the cannon fired, the enemy scattered and retreated in panic.

As if they were on their way, they rushed into Mayne in one breath, towards the ferry, and went from one victory to another!

So his whole demeanor began to change, he was not at all like the old gentleman who sat in the office and drank tea every day.

His body became straight, his eyes became resolute, and even the tone of his speech was full of confidence: "Have you heard cheers like a tsunami? Have you heard military songs like steel? Have you heard machine gun fire?" Are there endless screams from the enemy?"

He recalled Naaru, recalled Dragonfall City, recalled Volavor, recalled the majestic military music when Alanticus entered the city.

Therefore, he became more confident, as if he wore all the medals and medals that he treasured at home on his chest.

So he continued to speak: "If you have seen a dragon fall to the ground, if you have seen a magician smashed to pieces by bullets, if you have seen cannonballs whistling overhead and falling into dense demons!"

After finishing speaking, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, and let the unsmoked cigarette butt smoke in it: "Then, you will know what His Majesty has given to our generation! He used Steel has built our spines, and magma has boiled our blood!"

"You don't understand why we have so many puppet robots and so many clone soldiers, but we still let natural people go to the battlefield?" The old officer raised his voice, as if he was asking the young man, but he didn't seem to be asking.

Without waiting for the young man's answer, he pointed at the other party in a firm enough tone and said: "I tell you! We are voluntary! I filled out the application form seven months ago, but it has not been approved yet! "

"You don't understand why some people are sent to the battlefield, but I suffer every day because I can't go there!" He sneered, feeling that the young people nowadays are really broken.

Having said that, he pointed to everything around him, and continued: "I don't want to sit here and enjoy the peaceful sunshine! I would rather give me a grenade, like when I was thirty years old, let me go to Higgs Si No. 3, let me die there!"

"Do you think he died there full of resentment and remorse? Yes, you guessed right! He must be full of reluctance and remorse! Because he was unwilling to die there, and he hoped that he could do more. Live for a while, and kill a few enemies of His Majesty! He regrets that he died there, because he can no longer continue to smash those bastards stumbling blocks for the empire!" His words became more and more intense, and even tears filled the corners of his eyes.

As if venting, and as if stating his own thoughts, he shouted word by word: "You don't know anything! You don't know anything! You don't understand at all, we people are willing to die for this country! We Willing to die to protect the peace in the sun!"

Seeming to be getting impatient, he waved his hand and signaled his young men to leave: "Go away! I'm not in the mood to coax children like you anymore, go and deliver this condolence letter to that lady! If she If you are crying, then comfort her, if she is angry, send her face up to let her be smacked until she is satisfied! Do you understand?"

"Yes! Sir! I'm sorry... Sir!" The young officer blushed, standing at attention and saluting.

"Get out!" He continued to wave his hands, the old officer with a lonely face walked back to his seat, sat back on his chair, and lowered his head, unable to see clearly what expression he had.

The fleeing young officer stumbled in the corridor, and an officer who was almost hit by him joked and taunted: "Hey! Are you making the boss angry again? His voice can be heard in the whole corridor! I say you! Be careful Son! Don't make trouble!"

The young officer, who didn't even dare to turn his head back, held the condolence letter in his hand, hurriedly walked through the corridor with his head down, and walked to the parking lot in the distance.

Driving on the star ring is the same as driving on the road on the surface of the planet. There is simulated gravity here, just look at the sky above your head, which is another street.

Along the way, the young military officer didn't know how to face the mother of a hero who died, nor how to complete such a "difficult" task.

He was really scared, afraid to look into the other person's eyes, afraid to face the officer who wanted him to die, afraid of the spirit that he still didn't quite understand.

In a daze, he stood at the door of an ordinary-looking house. He didn't even know how he knocked on the door. He just stood there stupidly waiting for the door to be opened.

A woman stood in front of him and just looked at the young officer in silence. The young officer didn't know how to speak, so he just kept silent so stupidly.

Finally, it was the old woman who broke the silence between the two, and asked with difficulty: "So...my son...is dead?"

The young officer didn't know how to explain, so he lowered his head and apologized and said, "I'm sorry... madam..."

"He died on Higgs 11?" the old woman continued to ask, holding back the tears in her eyes. Her voice was full of tremors, and it could be heard that she was on the verge of collapse.

"Yes, ma'am..." The young officer also felt that something was stuck in his throat, making it extremely difficult for him to say every word.

"He... did he perform well? Was he brave when facing the enemy?" Suddenly, he heard the other party ask.

He was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the other party: "Madam...you, what are you talking about?"

"I want to know, is he... well behaved? Is he brave when facing the enemy?" The hostess asked again, choked with sobs.

"Husband, madam... I, the letter said that he fought bravely to the last moment and saved the lives of his companions..." The young officer didn't know how to answer, so he said bravely.

The woman insisted: "I don't want to read the embellished content on the condolence letter. I just want to know if he fulfilled his promise and fought for His Majesty the Emperor to the last moment."

"I think he should be very brave..." The young officer replied, remembering his officer's last slightly distorted expression and those words.

"That's good...that's good..." While murmuring, the woman turned around and walked back to her room. The room was tidy and tidy, and the owner of this room was a very hardworking person.

"I'm very happy that he was able to sacrifice his life for the country...although I lost him... oh...although I lost him!" The woman finally couldn't bear it anymore, leaned against the wall, squeezed her hands The hand of the condolence letter kept beating the wall.

She whimpered, trying to lower her voice as much as possible, but the heartbroken despair could still be clearly heard by the young officer at the door.

"He said he would give his life for this country...he did it! He did it!" While crying, the woman repeated these words in vague language.

She didn't blame the messenger, but the young officer wasn't relieved. He felt that he was carrying more things, and even the weight made him a little out of breath.