After the Kriegers evacuated on a transport plane, only soldiers from the Eighth Regiment of the Cadian Regiment were left in Juexin Fortress, which made them much easier because many Cadians were already complaining that they were uncomfortable all over with the group of living dead.
The heavy rain also stopped, so Creed immediately arranged for the soldiers to clean up the fortress. First, he barely repaired the wall that had been blown up, and at least used piles of gravel to block the gap. He would only arrange two companies as sentinels to deploy them in the guardrail and several observation posts outside the fortress. As for the large vehicle in the regiment, he would stop at the foot of the mountain, and anyway, he could see it from the top of the mountain.
Later, he directed the soldiers to remove the roofs of the crumbling buildings, keep only the walls, and cover the tarp on the roof, and a relatively safe residence was prepared. The same is true for the main fort. The dangerous parts were directly removed, leaving only the safe parts, and the underground part of the fortress was also inspected to ensure that there were no secret passages.
Afterwards, soldiers from the Eighth Regiment of Kadian entered the fortress they had broken.
The soldiers first mourned the dead comrades. Their bodies had been taken away by transport planes with the wounded soldiers. In the future, they would be sent to the tomb world of the National Cult with other dead people, and the nameplate would be taken back to their hometown.
Then there is a rare time to relax after the war.
After checking the post, Creed walked in through the main entrance of the fortress. As soon as he entered the door, he saw several Cadian soldiers eating relatively fresh fruits and drinks with the help of a lit bonfire.
They talked and laughed and used their own bayonet to separate a wooden box. One of the soldiers didn't know where to come from. The one who was responsible for cutting divided the fruit into small pieces and put the plates to the people who were laughing and celebrating victory and shared it with them.
Because there was not enough residence, many tents were set up in the open space of the fortress, and lit bonfires and soldiers dining were seen between the tents.
Cried had to sigh that this expedition was indeed the most efficient war he had participated in, and not only did he lack ammunition and equipment, but his soldiers' clothes and socks were even additional backups, and there were even fresh fruits and vegetables provided regularly. This was very rare. Even in Kadian Benxing, fresh plant food was relatively expensive.
Creed raised his head as he walked, the smoke from the bonfire slowly slashed across the broken roof, and the stars gradually lost their luster, as if they had turned into cold spots in the cold sky.
He gradually slowed down and enjoyed the hard-earned peace.
The laughter and singing in the distance reached his ears along the air. Creed smiled slightly, listening to the soldiers singing the song of victory together with their tone-incomplete voices. He could tell everyone's voice from this song that was similar to the noise.
Some people even exchanged the elegant vocabulary in the original lyrics for something else. Although they didn't rhyme at all, they still sang them well. As they sang, the lyrics became a bit vulgar.
Creed looked up at the sky again, his eyes vaguely capturing the "stars" that landed from orbit. He guessed that it was the flash of the landing ship, or that their huge hull reflected the light of distant stars.
The flashing warning lights on the hull of the landing ship reminded him of the countless constellations, but he could never connect the stars as constellations.
People always connect the stars and form constellations, some of which are regarded as warriors, bulls, and some as crowns or other abstract figures, but they always don't know the position of the stars.
Some people say that because the Cadians stare at the Eye of Fear for too long, they will gradually become unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Creed never thought so, the Cadians had sharper eyes than anyone else and could see the truth better.
For example, at this moment, he could see the warning lights dotted on the hull of the landing ship, but he still could not imagine the appearance of those warships, or could see the wonders inside from the arrangement and combination of the warning lights.
As the height gradually decreased, the landing ships seemed to be shooting stars. The dark hulls crossed the dark night sky, accompanied by the wake of countless tail nozzles, quickly passing through the flashing horizon.
The war there is still going on, and I don’t know how many lives are falling in this cold night.
A cold wind blew, and Creed clasped the buttons of his coat and walked quickly across the stone road, his boots making a slid sound.
The soldiers surrounding the bonfire raised their heads and found a figure walking out of the hazy darkness.
"The leader is here!"
One person shouted, and Cried smiled.
"Come and have a meal with us now, sir."
The first soldier who shouted said, rubbed the soup covered with his hands in his uniform.
"Everyone wants to have a drink or two with you."
"Drink three drinks!"
"Or drink ten or even nine cups!"
Creed nodded to express his gratitude. In fact, everyone is not drinking wine, and the logistics will not provide wine on the battlefield. It is just an alcoholic beverage. However, some soldiers with special techniques will ferment it twice and turn it into real wine. However, because the degree is not high, Creed does not want to ruin everyone's interest.
"I'll come right away and open a bucket for me first."
The soldiers laughed, and soon they continued to drink again.
Just as Creed walked past the crowd, one of the soldiers cut a blue melon-like thing and took out a piece for Creed...
"Then try this, it's very fresh and delicious."
Creed looked at the thing, and if he remembered correctly, it should be some kind of vegetable, probably stolen by these guys from the kitchen.
He took the melon and took a big bite. His mouth was filled with fresh flavor, full and juicy, with a little bit of astringency.
"Next time let the kitchen cook it before eating."
After eating, Creed waved his hand to express his gratitude to the soldiers.
Although it was a green melon, the fresh plants still filled his mouth with sweetness. Creed smiled like a child. Everyone could eat good things after the bloody battle, which was very pleased.
As he walked towards the makeshift kitchen in the main castle, a figure appeared in the illuminated corridor in the distance, holding a piece of meat steak in his hand and biting it.
Creed immediately recognized the huge silhouette in the darkness.
"Jialan, you are stealing food again."
As soon as the other party heard the sound, he immediately clumsily wanted to throw away the remaining meat chops and prepare to salute.
"I've eaten it all, don't waste it."
Chapter completed!