(I forgot to mention a very important thing yesterday, so today's nonsense is put forward!) Another: I'm so tired today that it's two thousand. ）

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"No! ”

Outside the mouth of the Black Rock Cave of Ice Peak under the slanting sun, the guard officer who had been following the old general Ambury with great difficulty in recent days cried out in horror, trying to snatch the gun from his hand, but the ribs in this emaciated body had broken a few days ago, and even crawling was so difficult that he could only reach out in vain, trying to grab something.

Ambrie's arms stiffened slightly, and he slowly lowered his head, his pale hair was so dazzling in the rich red sun, and after a long silence, he turned his head and smiled at this loyal subordinate, and his serious smile had a hint of comfort in it.

If this is just a battlefield tragedy, the general of the losing side will suddenly wake up, cherish his life, live strong and bravely, endure for many years, and then lead a new army to launch a bloody revenge on the enemy. However, this is a real battlefield, not a drama, the Imperial Expeditionary Force in the setting sun has been destroyed, the old General Ambri, like his colleagues and subordinates, walks around but can't find the way home, they will never surrender only despair, and the plot will never have a follow-up development......

With a crisp gunshot, a bloody hole appeared in the center of the guard's eyebrows, and he fell to the ground.

The old general Ambri, whose cheeks were deep-set, stared at the green smoke coming out of the muzzle of the gun in a daze, and a self-deprecating expression flashed on his face......

can kill people, and old guns can kill old people.

Under the blood-red sun, Ambri, the supreme commander of the Imperial Expeditionary Force on the planet, began to look seriously, he took out a half-cut bone comb from his pocket, combed his white hair without being harsh, and then raised his ** to his forehead and pulled the trigger.

After the gunshot, the old general's body fell, and the unconscious old thin body fell forward, rolling down the dangerous ice peak and black cliff, bringing up a number of gravel, a few snowflakes, and a little smoke and dust along the way.

Xu Le, who had worked together with the experts for three days and three nights, fell asleep groggily, faintly hearing cheers from the canteen in the distance, and a smile flashed on his simple and sincere face, probably thinking that he had dreamed of victory, but he still did not wake up.

He woke up late at night, and was a little stunned to find that the entire barracks was brightly lit and cheerful, and the smell of barbecue and alcohol wafted in the air.

What happened?

He responded with some bewilderment to the warm greetings, full glasses of beer, and extremely hard palms pouring in from all directions, and it took him a long time to realize what it was that made the officers and men who had been on the ground so bored and about to go crazy so excited.

"Boss, we won!"

"Lieutenant Colonel Xu Le, cheers!"

"Sons of the Empire, die!"

"Victory! Victory!"

Xu Le responded to everything around him a little numbly, but for some reason, his mood was unexpectedly calm, and in the atmosphere of everyone's wanton revelry, he took a bottle of spirits in some silence, and quietly walked through the crowd to a small hill on the side of the airport residence.

The thick clouds in the sky are still there, and the freezing rain is like yesterday, but his body is a little hot, and he can't feel the cold, I don't know if it's because of alcohol or other reasons.

A small half of the 3.5-liter bottle of amber liquor had been poured into his stomach, and with a hint of crimson on his face, he looked at the bottom of the hillside at his feet, where the hilly pasture was now a mud lake, and suddenly said, "We won?"

"Yes. Charter: Characters flashed in his left eye.

"I never imagined that so many people had died in the war, but I could hear the news of victory after I fell asleep" Xu Le scratched his head, and a somewhat silly smile appeared on his calm face.

Regarding the final miserable situation of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, Xu Le did not have the slightest sense of sympathy for the death of his life, but accepted this fact with great joy. A professional soldier may have some kind of respect for his enemy, but it must be respectable, and an army like the Imperial Expeditionary Force, which slaughters civilians, will never find a single positive evaluation from him.

Just as Medellín used the name of ideals for his own purposes, he could not tolerate the role of cannon fodder for countless young people who had no force at all, only a passion and a strong desire to change social injustice.

He is not ashamed, it is the innocent who suffer, it is a positive term that is used as a pass to sin.

Sitting in the cold meadow of the hills, Xu Le kept pouring spirits, looking at the flowing water under his feet, thinking that the Federation had finally won, he couldn't help frowning and shaking his head, and then smirked again.

He giggled more than he had in his entire life that night.

The TV camera is interviewing Jian Shui'er, a national girl who rarely appears after returning from the front line, and the producer Bai Zeming did not make a painting, but still asked with his painting Chuan and Yin, which are familiar to the people of the Federation: "According to the information just declassified, at the victory concert, it was the Seven Fruit Shell Group that was responsible for your safety and security." Now that they have become a collective of heroes in the eyes of the people of the Federation, what kind of force do you think this is in your eyes?"

Jian Shui'er in the circle sofa was wearing a simple sportswear, wearing a sports cap, covering all her hair, she didn't seem to expect this broad question, she frowned and thought for a long time, and the seven groups of team members appeared in her mind The lazy and scoundrel looks, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then said: "I think this is the cutest troop mouth of the Federation"

When the picture turns, it's still the same problem.

"What kind of force do you think it is?"

Behind the desk, carved from a single piece of agarwood, Mr. Guoke President smiled and said, "They are the pride of Guoke, the best young people in the Federation." ”

The same question was repeated on television footage, answered by a wide range of people, from generals of the Ministry of Defense to respected members of Parliament, and eventually extended to all segments of the federal population, all of whom had different answers, but with different meanings.

"Since they can take over the banner of the Seventeenth Division, it must show that they have something special, as for the question of human iron, I think it should be said that they are the ace troops of the Federation...... The answer to this sentence was an equally young and proud officer of the Second Military Region.

"I don't know much about wars. ”

A female employee who was wiping the dust on her high heels, after being stopped by the camera crew, stood up in a panic, and a slight shame suddenly flashed on her face: "But I've watched TV, and there are many handsome young men in this team, especially the white secretary, who is particularly pitiful." ”

The middle school students who were preparing for the spring exam suddenly became excited when they heard this question, and shouted: "Of course, the seventh group is the best team!"