"Let's go! Little bastard! Keep going!"
Hayes turned to look at the place where the sound came from, which was surrounded by many people, so he walked over and squeezed away the crowd and saw a "heretic" standing under a broken wall.
This man looked about the same age as Hayes, only fifteen or sixteen years old. The red carapaces hung on his thin body looked sparse. His short brown hair looked dirty because it was stained with soil and blood. The same was true for the same face. He could vaguely see a mark on his right cheek. At this time, he looked at the crowd surrounding him in panic, and his trembling lips seemed to be muttering something.
Looking at this boy who should be the "enemy", Hayes suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was another self in the world...
What is his name?
Why did you come to this battlefield?
Is he very scared and regretful now?
"A little heretic bastard, didn't he run away just now?"
A rough voice broke Hayes' imagination. He turned to look and found that it was another squad leader in the camp. This fierce man with stubble seemed to be from a gangster in the Nest. He had a very irritable personality, but he was also very loyal.
At this time, the man was holding a cigarette in his mouth and then lifted up the laser gun. Seeing this, the boy instinctively wanted to hide aside, but the laser immediately hit the direction he was about to run, burning a black spot on the iron wall, which also scared the boy's footsteps.
He turned around, as if explaining something, and raised his hands.
The next second, a laser hit his left knee accurately, causing him to scream in a shrill voice.
His legs were broken, and black smoke was rising from the burning broken legs.
"I won!"
A soldier screamed, then stretched out his hand to the person beside him. The man shook his head helplessly, took out a military ticket from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
This new thing was sent to them before going to the battlefield. The quartermaster said at the time that it was "The super-specialized one given to you by Lord Soshyan Alexey, the commander of the great expeditionary army, should be grateful and serve his life with death." However, Hayes didn't understand what the use of this unique note was, but everyone liked it very much.
"Look at me this time."
Another soldier raised his gun, but the gun was crooked and hit the ground with the thigh of the boy who fell to the ground.
"Oh shit!"
With a curse, the soldier took out a military ticket and gave it to the other party.
The pain made the boy cry. As soon as he raised his right hand to wipe the tears or cover his eyes, a laser shot into his elbow, breaking his hand in a scream.
The soldiers burst into laughter, and looked at the boy rolling on the ground, and Hayes felt indescribable. He couldn't quite understand the boy's accent. Maybe he was calling his mother?
He wanted to stop this behavior, but he didn't dare. All kinds of emotions rolled in his mind. The inexplicable hatred on the battlefield before gave way to his kind nature and even made him want to vomit.
Suddenly, a rough hand pressed his eyes, and then he heard the gunshots and the boy's screams disappeared.
"Hashette, what are you doing with your old pussy?"
"Dimal, you idiot, you still bring people here to play? Are you playing with your mother? Didn't you see our young master leader coming? You want to take the political commissar's gun, right?"
"Fuck, it's really here, everyone will break up!"
Then, Hays felt Hashet turn with him, but when the veteran put his hands down from his face, he heard a low voice.
"War... will turn people into beasts, devils, that's why I always act as a deserter. Don't let war corrupt your soul, stay with your teammates more often, and don't run around."
Hayes snorted muffled, the joy of victory had disappeared at this time, and he began to realize that he was not suitable for the battlefield.
Following Hashet to a cleaned place, the rest of the class had found a seat to sit, drinking water and chatting. Their class was lucky, and there were no casualties in the first battle. Hayes found a stone with the remaining heat and sat down. He put the gun aside, took off his helmet and hung it on the muzzle, picked up the kettle and poured two more mouthfuls of cold water.
After calming down, Hayes turned his head and saw a few hundred meters away, a group of well-equipped people pulled out a cordon. In the cordon, the soldiers piled up the corpses of those pretty complete enemies. Then a young officer wearing a heavy windbreaker and aura walked up to the mountain of corpses with his sword in his hand. Three soldiers held the flag behind him, posing as flag-plunging. Two photographers kept taking photos around the pile of corpses like busy bees.
This was the first time Hayes saw their leader. It was a person who looked completely different from them. Whether it was appearance or temperament, he subconsciously murmured to himself:
"What a noble gentleman..."
"Bah! You guy who knows nothing is just a man who treats war as a private game."
Hashet, who was closest to Hayes, heard these words. He turned around and stood a gun, and spat at the side with disdain.
"It's often a big bad thing to follow such people."
"Why?"
"Because in the eyes of people like them, we are not even considered ants, and we don't care about how much death is."
Then the whistle rang out and Hayes jumped up from the stone.
It turned out that their regiment commander wanted to condolences to the two battalions that first participated in the war.
The two battalions were alive quickly stood in three rows, and Alni walked past them in a steady step, salute, which he learned from the biography of Makarius, which records that after each key battle, Makarius would comfort the soldiers who took the lead, no matter how tired he was, which was very useful in boosting morale.
When he walked to the injured soldiers, he would shake hands with the other party and give a brief condolence, and every soldier who shook hands with him would shout "For the Emperor" - this was explained in advance by all the officers.
And when walking past Hayes, Alny stopped, and this seemingly tender soldier attracted his attention.
"What's your name, this private?"
"Report... Report to the Chief! My name is Hays!"
When the other party stopped in front of him, Hays's heart rose to his throat. He had never spoken to someone of such a high status. The highest-level person in his world was Chief Ai.
The nervousness made his whole face tense up and his forehead was sweating.
Alni looked at the other party carefully again and then asked:
"How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen...No, sixteen!"
"At the age of sixteen? So young, come to join the army? Is your father also a soldier?"
"Father......"
Hayes didn't know how to answer for a moment, and this word even made him feel strange. Suddenly, Alny seemed to have made a new discovery again. He stretched out his hand and lifted Hayes' helmet, and the thirteen conspicuous hairs were immediately exposed to everyone's sight.
"Yeah, the hairstyle is quite unique."
Many people laughed, and Hayes lowered his head a little embarrassedly, but then Arnie put his shoulder on his shoulder and took him out of the queue.
"At a young age, you can see that this young gentleman with thirteen hair must be a military family. Only the most loyal soldier will have such loyal descendants. Your courage and fearlessness will be a role model for the entire army."
Hayes was stunned and had no idea what was going on. Then he stood beside his commander, watching the cameraman pointing at him.
Chapter completed!