Chapter 942 This Is His Harbor (1/2)

In the vibrant Baiyue Province and the picturesque Mantou Port, Pali, wearing a helmet and a helmet, was holding a welder and sitting on a steel frame one meter above the ground, working hard.

There is no war or plague here, and there is no stupid Tyr. There is only the scorching sun and the disgusting mosquitoes and flies. It seems that the province of Batoya, which is in hell on earth, is not separated by an earth, but by several light years. starry sky.

In fact, aside from the wide variety of insects, it is quite livable here.

The only drawback is that fertile land will inevitably make people lazy and undisciplined.

In just two months, he had completely forgotten about half a year of his military career, and he no longer thought about "fighting for His Majesty the Marshal" or "fighting for the land under the sun."

After all, that container left such a profound impression on him...

"Drink some water."

A sweet sound came from the side, like the spring wind blowing through the lawns of Batoa.

Looking at the water bottle handed to him, Pari wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a sunny smile to the girl who handed him the water.

"Thanks."

The girl blushed and nodded, muttered something, stuffed a lunch box into his arms, and left in a hurry.

Pari kept watching her back, watching her stop at the corner of the street and look back, watching her run away shyly when their eyes met, and then he smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip.

The girl didn't look like a first-rate beauty, but she was petite and pretty, especially her rosy cheeks that he couldn't get enough of. She was completely different from the girls in her hometown.

And most importantly, he could feel that she was a kind-hearted person.

He couldn't see any bigotry or hatred on her face, and this kind of simplicity was rare among his peers in his hometown.

Her name was Kunna, and it was a coincidence that they met.

Her family ran a grocery store, and he happened to weld an air-conditioning bracket for that household at that time. Later, he used the excess steel to weld an escalator.

The two were similar in age and in their youth, so they became familiar with each other over time.

When she was not too busy, she would always come to the construction site to bring him water. Sometimes she would also bring him lunch that she accidentally made too much and the family could not finish it.

Pari is not picky about food either. After all, the food in the prisoner of war camp is fried in big pots. It would be nice if the chef doesn't make do with it. Naturally, it is not as good as the small stove at home.

What's more, her cooking skills are second to none.

Later, Pali also learned from chatting that she was from the Bird Tribe and came from the Borneo Province where they originally planned to go. After learning her identity, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt in his heart.

Speaking of which, she seemed to be the first Borno he had met since joining the army.

Looking back now, it was really stupid.

Two months ago, he was in high spirits, shouting slogans along with his superiors, and clamoring impatiently to go to a place he had never been to and kill a group of people he had never seen before.

What on earth turned a young, upright and handsome guy into a beast with teeth and claws.

He had thought about this question many times, but the answers he got were vague.

Sometimes it's Tyr, sometimes it's himself, and sometimes there's someone else.

However, although he couldn't figure out what the problem was, he did figure out another thing.

The fate of a group has always been determined by each individual in the group.

Tyr is not special.

They who were led by him were never innocent.

The lunch break for most jobs in Mantou Port starts at 11:30 in the morning and lasts until 1 in the afternoon, and then works until 5:30.

If it is physical work under the sun, the rest time will be one hour longer, extended to 2:30 in the afternoon, while the corresponding off-duty time is only extended by half an hour.

Pari usually goes to a port on the coast, finds a shady spot under a shed in the Kurdistan area where the sea breeze blows, and quietly enjoys the lunch that Kunna brings him.

When he walked to the place, the foreman of their construction team happened to be sitting there.

The man's name was Ding Ning. He was in his early thirties, a round older than him. It was said that he came from a small place called Mafu Town in Jinchuan Province.

Unlike the officers in the prisoner-of-war camp, these contractors were all self-employed businessmen. The relationship with them as prisoners of war was not between superiors and subordinates, but an employment relationship, so they got along pretty well.

Looking at the lunch box in Pali's hand, Ding Ning said with a smile and a joke.

"Then the little girl brought you food again?"

Parry sat down next to him and said with a smile.

"Don't make it sound like I'm eating for free."

Ding Ning said with a smile.

"Hey, is it possible that you paid back the money?"

Pari, who was ridiculed a lot, didn't blush at all and said eloquently.

"She said she wanted to open a restaurant in the future, but she only cooked for her family and wasn't sure what outsiders would like. Didn't I make the decision for her?"

"That hammer of yours makes up your mind," Ding Ning cursed with a smile, patted his shoulder, and suddenly changed into a serious look, "I think that girl is a good girl, don't let her down."

Pari cleared his throat and also adopted a serious tone.

"You can question my workmanship, but don't question my loyalty to my feelings."

There is really nothing to say about this.

Ding Ning carefully recalled that the married couples he knew in Weiland lived in harmony, whether they were on the legion's territory or the alliance's territory.

On the contrary, the seemingly conservative Borneo people often experience big changes in their lives and families after leaving Borneo Province.

Of course, he didn't know exactly what state they were in when they were in Borneo. The Baiyue Strait was already the farthest place from home he had ever been to.

"I read on the news that this war will be fought soon. Have you thought about your life after leaving the prisoner of war camp?"

Listening to the concerned voice, Pari smiled and said.

"I've thought about it, I plan to save money to open a restaurant, and if I have the opportunity, I can bring my father over from the province of Batoya. He used to complain that the neighbors were all old men, and staying with them would only speed up aging. . I remember he said more than once that he wanted to leave the city of Avente and drink beer on the sunny beach. He had worked for the Legion all his life, and it was time to enjoy life..."

After a pause, he said again.

"But the old man is reluctant to give up his retirement benefits and the envious compliments from his neighbors. Although I don't like Till, he is still very good at making those old men happy."

Ding Ning looked at him in surprise.

"Your home is in Avent City? How come I've never heard of you talking about it."

Pari said with a smile,

"Didn't I say it? Okay, let's talk about it now. My home is not only in the city of Avente, but also on the Rue des Invalides... Thanks to my two brothers who died in the battlefield, I moved there when I was very young. , and was recommended to attend the best military academy in the city of Avente. After graduation, he entered the military camp directly as a reserve officer. "

Speaking of which, the time in the military academy should be the highlight of his life.

Because of his handsome appearance and bright future, many girls in the same class had made secret glances at him.

It's just that at that time, he had not been severely beaten by society. He only thought about opening up territories and making achievements, and he never thought about that aspect at all.

Later, after staying in the recruit camp for half a year, before he could become a captain of ten, he somehow joined the 1,000,000th unit, which was the most frustrating in the history of the Southern Army——

A group of people were packed up in containers by their superiors and traveled thousands of kilometers. They were picked off as soon as they landed.

This joke will last for hundreds of years.

Ding Ning looked the young man up and down and felt that his temperament and appearance were indeed different from other big-headed soldiers, but he did not expect that he was a top student from a military academy.

It's no wonder that while he was working in a prisoner-of-war camp and others had calluses on his hands, he even found a wife.

But this guy's hometown is actually in the city of Avente...

Ding Ning was silent for a while and then spoke.

"...I heard that some bad things happened in Avent City recently."

"I heard about it too." Pari buried his head in his rice and replied casually, not wanting to take up the topic.

That was half a month ago.

Not only does he know it, everyone here knows it.

When they learned from the news on TV what was happening in the province of Batoya, and the confessions of the 1.17 millionth unit and the refugees stranded in the southern province of Wilante, almost all the soldiers who had put aside their hatred The urge to pick up the gun again arose in my heart.

They wanted to fight back to the city of Avent, take Tire out of his bunker, and ask that idiot why he did such a thing that was outrageous to both humans and gods.

Most of the civilians who were driven into the sea were their compatriots, and there may even be their parents, wives, daughters and children among them...

Some soldiers whose homes were in the province of Batoya even broke down and cried.

Although Pari was not that excited, it did not mean that his heart was not touched at all.

He was just comforting himself and trying not to think about the worst possibility.

After all, his family lived in Rue des Invalides, as did many of the families of senior military officers.

No matter how crazy Tyr is, he won't be able to attack that street...

Looking at Pali who suddenly fell silent, Ding Ning knew that he had mentioned something that he shouldn't have mentioned.

Touching his nose awkwardly, he was about to change the topic when he suddenly remembered what he had heard from the tenderer before.

A month ago, the new development zone project undertaken by Baiyue Company included a resettlement area project covering an area of ​​about 30 acres, which was said to be used to accommodate refugees evacuated from the isolation area in the southern part of Weiland Province.

Most of these residents are from the city of Avente. They have been in the quarantine zone for a month and drifted at sea for nearly half a month. Now they are finally coming to shore.

The "Survivor Daily" in Fries Harbor mentioned this incident half a month ago, but because there were too many hot topics, it didn't devote much space to publicity.

In his impression, the news article seemed to mention the time when the ship docked, and it seemed to be today!

Those survivors from the city of Avent should know something about the local situation.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning suddenly felt energetic and looked at Pari energetically.

"I have good news here, do you want to hear it?"

Parry glanced at him.

"You said it was good news, and you asked me if I wanted to."

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously but did not explain.

"This evening, after you get off work, don't be in a hurry to go back and rest. Go to the dock for a walk."

Pari looked at him confused.

"What are you doing at the dock?"

This guy really doesn't know!

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously at him, but did not explain.

"Don't ask, you'll know when you go."

Parry rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear him keep it a secret, but he kept it in mind.

After finishing his meal, he took a short nap, and washed the lunch box after waking up.

On the way back, he deliberately took a detour and went to Kunna's house, put the lunch box next to the mailbox at her doorstep, and put a note inside, writing down today's praise.

Strictly speaking, it was not a compliment, but for him it was indeed a rare delicacy in the world.

He returned to the construction site humming a little tune, and he finished the rest of the work swiftly, and got off work on time when the clock rang at six o'clock.

After returning the tools to the warehouse, Parry remembered what the foreman said, and did not go back to the barracks to rest, but walked towards the direction of the dock.

As he walked along the way, he admired the street scenes on both sides of the road.

Thanks to the hard work of these prisoners of war, this barren land with nothing has recently flourished, and there is no longer only a bare port.

Under the guidance of the Alliance engineers, they used a kind of cement that was said to have added biomass to build a self-repairing road, then opened large and small wood processing plants, and built rows of tropical-style single-family houses along the streets.

After the houses were built, a group of survivors from the Haiya Province and the South Sea Alliance moved in soon.

Some of these people sold clothes, some shoes, and some sold hardware tools and bicycles, or opened bars and restaurants, and the silver coins they had previously received from the Alliance finally came in handy.

Yes, the Alliance was not joking, and they really paid them according to the Alliance's minimum wage standard, and they had been paid for two full months since the day they landed, and their salary was increased after he signed a contract with a private engineering team!

And this is what Parry found most unbelievable, in his opinion, this is simply crazy!

The madness is not just that.

The Baiyue Company, which is responsible for operating the prisoner-of-war camp, not only encourages them to find jobs, but also encourages them to start businesses, and provides limited liability and guaranteed loans for their business plans!

Except that they were not allowed to leave Mantou Port and carry guns, they were almost no different from the survivors living nearby. They rented or bought houses and could even apply to change from centralized dormitories to "surveillance residence with weekly reporting" and move outside the prisoner-of-war camp.

The Alliance was not worried about their escape at all. After all, where could they run with only two legs?

As long as the value created was higher than staying in the prisoner-of-war camp, the Alliance did not even care whether they did mental or physical labor, let alone where they worked.

According to what Parry learned, the captain of their engineering team opened a construction company called "Fast Construction". They were responsible for one-third of the construction sites in the newly developed area, and they did it quickly and well.

These guys probably used the construction experience of building trenches and artillery towers, but they did not disgrace their name. The two- or three-story houses really grew out of the ground.

Not only the brothers of the engineering team, but also the captain of the 100-man team next door were not to be outdone. He opened a "Jungle Destroyer" lumber mill with his brothers. It is said that the business was so hot that they worked overtime every day.

As for why it is called this name, it is probably related to the jungle corps that beat them before.

However, the people of the alliance are not so petty. They don't take this name seriously at all. Some even go to the factory sign to take pictures and check in.

According to Pari's observation, the centurion-level officers seem to be doing well in the sea.

As grassroots officers fighting on the front line, they have strong execution and reputation among the grassroots. The spirit of daring to fight and fight is not only needed on the battlefield, but also needed to start a business.

The only thing that needs to be overcome is the spiritual imprint planted in their minds by Tyr.

But then again, those who can't think straight have already fled into the forest as fertilizer, and will not run to open a company to find a job and contribute to the construction of the alliance.

Compared with those centurions who are doing well, those thousand-man and ten-thousand-man commanders are inferior.

Although many of them have also climbed up from the grassroots, they have been away from the grassroots for too long.

The Alliance did not give them any preferential treatment because of their status as captains of thousands or tens of thousands. It would not be easy to adapt to the gap of "class fall".

Moreover, the war was not over after all. Even if the war had spread to the province of Battoa, even if the stubborn Tyre was gradually becoming the world's public enemy, they still had to question who would win.

Moreover, even if it ended in a draw, they could return to the Southern Legion as exchanged prisoners of war and continue to serve as their senior officers, and naturally would not disdain the Alliance's money to buy them.

However, Parry felt that this time was very likely to be different from the last time.

The Eastern Legion did exchange prisoners of war with the Alliance, but the hatred between the two sides and the scope of the war were completely different, and the Alliance at that time did not unite as many people as it does now.

Moreover, the eastward expansion was not the overall will of the Eastern Legion, but only the remnants of the eastward expansion faction headed by General Krass's old subordinates. Therefore, it was in line with the interests of all parties for both sides to claim their own victory.

But this time was different.

This war was a systematic collision, in other words, a total war!

Not to mention the series of bottom-breaking measures Tyr adopted during the war. No one would agree to let him go, not even the Valantians themselves.

This liquidation will probably reach the city of Aventre...

Regarding the outcome of this war and the Southern Army, Parry was as pessimistic as the container full of shit.

But he is optimistic about the future of the Weirant people.

Although there was an element of compulsion, he did see another possibility when he was in Mantou Port.

If the industrial machines and steel in the city of Avente were not used to produce already excessive equipment, and if the wisdom and physical strength of the Wilante people were not used to serve the will of their superiors but to serve themselves and the people around them, they would have been Don’t have to go through so many lies and suffering.

He plans to write his reflections on this war into a memoir, which may be able to bring some inspiration to future generations.

At least, no matter what happens, we must prevent them from falling into the same fate as ourselves——

In other words, they were put into a container that smelled of feces and urine, and were thrown into a land that they had never heard of to rot and stink.

Pari knew very well that not everyone was as lucky as himself. Not only did he get ashore safely, he also completed a change in his thinking, but he also met so many friendly people.

There were 99 teams of 10,000 people before him, and there were even more who knew how many more came after him. All of them, without exception, were pushed into a quagmire of greater or lesser extent.

The sound of the whistle in the distance pulled Pari's thoughts back from the memoir he had just begun to conceive, and he saw a 100-meter-long passenger ship slowly approaching the dock.

The passenger ship came from the west.

Pari didn't know what Ding Ning planned to show him, but he still waited patiently in the square next to the pier.

Not long after, the gangway was lowered from the passenger ship, and the dusty passengers stepped onto the port under the guidance of the crew.

Most of them are from Vaillant, and their iconic noses prove their identity.

Not only that, they must have taken a long boat ride, not only carrying bulging luggage, but also holding a thick coat or leather jacket on their arms.

Yongye Port is in the southern hemisphere, and it should be celebrating summer now, so is it coming from Silver Moon Bay?

Or Sails Harbor?

wrong--

Suddenly, Pari saw two familiar figures in the crowd, and he froze in place.

Almost subconsciously, he blurted out loudly.

"Dad!? Mom!"

Hearing the shouts from the shore, some passengers raised their heads and looked away when they saw an unfamiliar face.

But two people didn't.

Bazel, who walked down the gangway, froze on the spot, looking straight at his son standing at the port, his cloudy pupils gradually filled with tears.

"Marshal Julius, please..."

With his dry lips opening and closing, he trembled and muttered something silently, then threw down his luggage, excitedly picked up the crutch in his hand, and walked up while tapping forward.

The same goes for his wife next to him. The old woman followed closely behind the old man, even faster than him. She ran towards her son who was running towards him in two steps and stretched out her hands to grab him tightly. His shoulders, as if afraid that he would run away.

She pursed her lips and couldn't say a word, but she seemed to have said many words in one moment.

Looking at his mother who was many years older than he remembered, Pari suddenly felt the urge to cry.

He had lived for twenty years and had never shed a tear since he could remember. At this moment, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Panting, Bazel finally walked up and supported himself with a cane, his mouth closed with joy.

"Haha... you kid! I knew you were destined to die! You won't die!"

"What are you talking about, old man!" The old woman glared at her husband fiercely, then turned her soft gaze to her child, and reached out to touch his face, "The people from Tire said that you met You got into a shipwreck and told us to express our condolences. Your father and I didn’t expect to see you again... No matter what, just be fine..."

Looking at the two haggard old men, Pari sniffed and choked up.

"Mom, Dad... I've made you suffer."

The old woman smiled and said in a very soft voice.

"Your mother and your father have no grievances. We are both doing well. It's just that your father was unlucky. The boat capsized while riding on the boat and fell into the sea. Fortunately, Captain Mallock fished him out and landed him ashore. I also caught a cold, which caused my benefactor to be quarantined.”

Parry had seen reports about that cold on TV, and it seemed to be called a "death agent."

At first the news said it was a virus targeting the Wealandians, but later it was discovered that aliens could also be infected.

Even some awakened people were caught.

"Is dad okay..."

The woman said with a smile.

"This old man had even thought about where to bury himself, but thanks to the people from the Alliance's Biological Research Institute and the academy, your father has survived."

Although specific drugs have not yet been developed, as long as treatment is timely and the immunity is strong enough, there is a certain chance of recovery.

Given that old Bazel is 79 years old, his recovery can only be attributed to the blessing of Marshal Julius...

"That's great..." Pari was so happy that he couldn't help himself, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that his lost son not only did not lose a hair, but even grew stronger, Bazel also had an extremely happy smile on his face.

"How are you doing here? I heard you..."

Meeting his father's gaze, Pari quickly explained.

"I'm living a good life. The alliance didn't make things difficult for us. They also arranged jobs for us and allowed us to build our own homes...Although we were restricted to move around the prison camp, they didn't treat us very strictly. ”

Old Bazel occasionally looked at him in surprise, then glanced at the neat streets and rows of single-family houses behind him, and couldn't help but ask in disbelief.

"You guys built all of these...?"

Seeing his father's surprised expression, Pari couldn't help but show a touch of pride on his face.

"Yeah! We built the road connecting the port and those houses ourselves!"

Worry was written on the woman's face. She rubbed her son's face repeatedly with her index finger and said distressedly.

"Then you must have suffered a lot...you are all tanned."

"Hey, what's so hard about this," Parry said with a smile, "It's still work, at least the Alliance doesn't want our lives, but working for Tyr may not necessarily..."

Speaking of Tyr, a ball of fire burst out in his heart, and he wanted to cut that guy into pieces.

However, now is not the time to think about that guy.

Looking at his parents reunited after a long separation, Pari took a deep breath and said in a sincere voice.

"...Dad, Mom, don't talk about me yet. I've been worried about you these days. I'll take a day off tomorrow to take you around here."

Worried about embarrassing his son, Old Bazel said quickly.

"No need to go to so much trouble. You should still be busy with your work. Behave better in the prisoner of war camp and try to get out as soon as possible... The days ahead are still long. Your mother and I have already planned to leave the province of Pattoa and stay here from now on. ”

Parry said with a smile.

"What's the trouble? I haven't used my leave this month yet."

Bazel looked at him dumbfounded.

"You guys are still on vacation?!"

Is this still called a prisoner of war camp? !

Pari said with a smile: "That's not it... By the way, do you have a place to stay? I will help you send your luggage there first, and we will talk slowly during dinner later..."

It seems that the world has really changed.

Looking at his younger son who had subtly regarded himself as a member of the alliance, Bazel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Maybe the future wouldn't be as bad as he imagined.

Even if the Southern Legion completely failed, and the Legion's final orthodoxy was ruined in Tyr's hands, the Vaillant people would not disappear from this world, and at most they would just change to a more normal way of life.

The moment he figured it out, he suddenly felt that the whole world became brighter.

The regret of not being able to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius, as well as the wandering and hesitation along the way, all became insignificant at this moment.

This is his harbor...