Seeing off the officer, Harold sat down on his couch, ready to receive his wife's roar.

Who knows, his wife just sat helplessly beside him, sighing to herself.

"I know you're worried about me, but if I stay here like this, even my own son thinks I'm useless." Harold finally spoke up and comforted his wife.

"But you know, if you go to the battlefield again, it will be more dangerous." Women are still reluctant to take risks with their husbands.

It is already dangerous to go to an ordinary battlefield, and this time to go to space, the danger is even more unpredictable.

"Who said that? I can mount a puppet prosthetic leg and use magic ...... This time I have the ability to protect my comrades. Harold squeezed out a smile and looked at his wife.

"What I'm afraid of is that you go out and do it recklessly!" The wife looked at her husband even more worriedly, and was very reluctant to let him go away from her again.

"Don't worry! I'll come back alive. The man looked at his ordinary wife with a look of pity: "I still have to take care of you and the child!" Don't be cranky! ”

He gently patted the woman's shoulder: "Go!" Get out the clothes I kept in the cupboard! Let our son see his father at his most handsome! ”

Although the woman was reluctant, she glanced at the conscription registration form that had been accepted by the officer on the table, sighed helplessly, and stood up.

The boy stood there, not knowing why his father had suddenly become so aggressive today, or what kind of news the soldier had brought to his father.

At this age, he still doesn't know what choice his father made for this family.

The wife easily found the carefully folded garment in the cupboard, and the next morning she stood by her husband's side very graciously, and helped him put on the uniform which he had not worn since he had returned to the house.

It was a set of retired military uniforms without epaulettes and armbands, a non-commissioned officer's gown.

The man stood up straight, his chin held high, and asked his wife to help him fasten his collar, and then he glanced at his empty sleeves, and his face showed a faint sadness.

If this arm is still there, he should still be on the front line of the Demon Realm, fighting side by side with his comrades.

After he sighed in his heart, he saw his wife carefully help him put the medals that were treasured in the drawer on his chest.

They are all precious medals, medals that have been bloodied and sacrificed on the battlefield, and they are all proof of enviable warriors.

"Listen to your mom at home." Before going out, Harold rubbed his son's head and told him in the words of an adult: "Be strong! Daddy isn't at home, you're the only man in the family! Take care of Mommy! Take care of yourself! ”

The little boy nodded, still not speaking. Harold glanced at his wife again: "I'll leave it to you at home......"

"Come back safely!" His wife tugged at the corners of her mouth, trying to squeeze a smile, but failed. Tears fell, and Harold turned around, no longer daring to look at his wife's ordinary face.

That morning, Harold waited for his puppet prosthetic, and he once again had two hands, and one of them could also use magic, and the combat power was amazing!

By the time he arrived in a makeshift barracks that evening, he had already gathered in a helicopter to return to service.

The whole barracks was bustling with activity, and since the reorganization training had not yet begun, there was even ale in the barracks. There was laughter everywhere, as if it were a veterans' party.

Harold looked at the people who considered it a lucky journey back to the battlefield as he walked down the not spacious barracks road.

"Battle Medal for the Battle of Falling Dragon City! You're a cow! Old seniority! A man with a puppet prosthetic leg on his left foot recognized the medal on Harold's chest with a look of envy.

Several veterans standing next to this man subconsciously looked over, and the medals worn by some of them also made Harold startled.

He thought that a battle medal for the Battle of Falling Dragon City would be enough to make him stand out from the crowd, but what he didn't expect was that he could see such a high-end product as the Golden Eagle Medal here!

That's a real knife and a real gun, and you don't want to fight back on the battlefield! It stands to reason that the owner of such a medal, even if he is wounded and discharged from the army, should have an excellent post.

But this man with the Golden Eagle Medal had a disapproving expression, as if this medal was nothing to him.

Then, Harold saw the Silver Eagle Medal, the Holy Demon War Zone Service Medal, the Hold Ground Medal, and the Killing Medal......

He also saw the first batch of service medals and the second batch of service medals...... And what he himself carried was the third batch of service medals.

This place seems to be a medal museum, and every veteran has a variety of medals and a proud expression on his face.

Of course, along with these medals, there is also a puppet prosthetic on the left arm, a puppet prosthetic on the right arm, a puppet prosthetic on the left leg, and a puppet prosthetic on the right leg.

Some people have a fake left eye, some have a fake right eye – in addition to being a medal museum, it is also a prosthetic exhibition hall.

Harold lifted his prosthetic arm uncomfortably, and the five fingers of the very flexible hand moved regularly with his thoughts.

"Brother! Do you know what our unit is called? A well-known veteran walked up to Harold's side and asked with a smile.

"I just came to report, and I don't know the name of the unit yet...... Harold replied with some restraint.

"We're called Space Infantry here! Infantry flying in the sky! Hahaha! The self-cooked veteran shouted to the man next to him with a glass of beer.

"Hahaha!" As if hearing some joke, several veterans laughed along.

It may not be a great joke, but everyone here needs to vent their joy when they are back in the barracks.

"Maybe it's more appropriate to call it a company of the disabled." Harold shrugged his shoulders and said casually.

Suddenly, the laughter and laughter around him stopped, and everyone who heard the words looked at Harold.

Just when the atmosphere was about to become awkward, the veteran who was holding a beer with a prosthetic arm around Harold suddenly raised his glass: "Hahahaha! To the disabled company! ”

"Haha!" Everyone continued to laugh, as if they had heard some particularly funny joke.

Harold grinned too—this was what he knew, this was where he belonged......