"I...I..."
The boy choked and accused:
"...I shine it with plasticine...I pinched an angel in the book... She said... She said it was a green skin... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
"That's what it is."
Another tender voice sounded, and a girl about four or five years old jumped out from the side and held up a clay doll.
"Hey, Dad, you said."
Hayes looked down and said, "Well... his son's craftsmanship is really not very good. His generous head and his posture of holding an axe are indeed a little different from Astart."
"It's okay, you can improve slowly. Hetherine, you want to help your younger brother, not laugh at him."
"I said I wanted to help him, but he didn't listen, and he... knew to cry."
"What's wrong with you?"
Suddenly a gentle voice came, and Jialinna, who was carrying a basket in her hand and some vegetables, came over. She was wearing a neat and clean long gray dress, with a bib and sleeves, and her hair was tied behind her head, looking at Hayes with a smile.
Seeing his son in his mother Hayes' arms, he immediately struggled, and Hayes had to let him go.
"Mom...Sister...Speak for me..."
Hayes shook his head helplessly, took out a small golden round box from the cockpit, and opened it.
The sound of the box immediately attracted the two children, and they looked at Hayes in unison.
"Here, I'll have to have dinner later. Don't eat too much, one per person."
"Okay!"
After being assigned to bubble candy, the two children's emotions changed instantly, and they jumped back to the yard.
Seeing the sweat on Jialinna's forehead, Hays turned around and took out a towel, and gently wiped the other person's face with distress.
"It's too hot, don't run out all the time, the temperature regulator will arrive soon."
Jialina kissed him and then smiled:
"It's okay, I just went to the public vegetable garden to pick some vegetables."
Hayes then started moving things, and he bought a lot of daily necessities, all of which were packed in a box.
When he walked into the yard, he saw Andina, who was dressed in cool but wet hair, sitting next to a cradle, wiping her hair while adjusting the direction of the small fan.
Hayes walked over, put the thing aside, and then looked at the cradle. His third child, Fitz, was ten months old, sleeping soundly, closing his eyes, perhaps because he noticed his father was approaching, and his pink hands and feet began to struggle up and down restlessly.
"Those two little bastards started arguing again while I was washing my hair."
Andina shook her head helplessly.
Just then, a crying sounded from the cradle, and Hays quickly reached out to pick up his young son and patted him gently on the butt.
"Look at him, I'll go and cook for Jialinna."
Soon after, night fell, the lights of thousands of families were lit up, and the land burned by the scorching sun finally began to cool down. After the family had dinner happily, Hayes, wearing a vest, sat on the bench in the yard, looking at various news and messages in the data board.
"... Yesterday, the great empire ruling chief, the reconquering and guardian of the Great Vortex, the eternal sun of the Bracato galaxy, the great man from heaven who upholds the will of the throne, the iron father and benefactor of the people, the commander of the Soshiyan Alexei War, inspected the 11th Division's garrison, visited the local urban construction and industrial construction projects, inspected the local troops, and delivered an important speech, he pointed out--"
Hayes slid casually and saw a general standing among a group of soldiers holding a silver laser pistol, passionately.
"...His Excellency, the Great Chief, please give orders!"
The young men and women around him also raised weapons that were also plated in silver.
"Please give orders!"
Then the picture turned to several soldiers lying on the ground using silver logging guns to shoot wildly at a huge target in the distance. The target looked weird, as if it was a monster holding huge claws and a long tube bulging on its head, which was covered with bullet holes...
Suddenly, Hayes heard the sound of wheels from far to near, and then the sound of brakes, and stopped at his doorstep.
Hayes closed the data board and stood up. Just as he was about to open the door, the doorbell rang.
"Zenoni?"
Hayes opened the door and saw his old friend standing outside the door in a silver-gray military uniform and smiling at him.
"Hays, who?"
Andina walked out of the room with her son in her arms and was stunned when she saw the soldier.
"Mr. Zenoni? Why are you..."
The soldier took off his hat and said with a smile:
"Some urgent matters need to be discussed with Hayes, and I hope it won't disturb you."
"It's okay."
Hayes waved his hand, then walked out and closed the door. Andina looked at the door in confusion, slowly turned around and walked back into the room, but her steps became a little uneasy.
"The division headquarters will form a regiment's Pushti team, and I recommend you to serve as company commander."
When they arrived at the other party's cool car, the soldier directly spoke out.
This person is actually the salesman that Hayes met at the beginning. The other party also came to this new world with the immigration ship and became an official. After the reform of the Corps system was implemented, he naturally became a lieutenant colonel staff officer and director of the Immigration Administration of the Division Administrative Office. Therefore, Hayes is often considered to be "there is someone behind it". Zenoni also remembers his last "client". After Hayes came to the new world, he often helped him, and the two gradually formed a friendship.
Hearing this, Hayes was silent for a moment and whispered:
"Is it going to fight?"
As a result, the other party smiled and patted his shoulder.
"No, don't think too much, at least not yet. This is the top meaning, it should be just an expansion of the army."
After hearing this, Hayes said a meaningful story.
“No one will sharpen a sharp knife and not use it.”
"A good life always needs someone to defend it."
"Friend, why did you recommend me? I have never been an officer, and I used to be just a...soldier."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Because you are suitable, Hays, you are a natural warrior. I can see that your decisiveness and courage should not be wasted on the farmland. You have experienced hell-like battles and have also traveled with legends. Many of the recruits this time are... Well, you also know that Pushtiban is an elite unit. Many people want to get in and gild themselves. Those blindly optimistic and enthusiastic young people need someone who truly understands the war to command and lead them, otherwise once they really encounter war... Hays, how many of your comrades in the past were sacrificed because of the incompetent commander. I think you definitely don't want to see this scene."
Hayes looked at his friend and sighed in his heart. He knew the other party. Zenoni was not a sincere person, or he had been sincere but had almost consumed in the ups and downs of the officialdom for many years. He recommended himself, perhaps more likely to be in the hope of strengthening his voice in the military. After all, although he has a military position, he is actually more an administrative staff member. However, after the reform of the Corps system, if he wants to go further, he must make achievements in military affairs.
Recommending an officer who may be able to make achievements is obviously an "investment" for Zenoni.
"Zenoni, look at me, a disabled person."
Hayes patted the prosthetic limb of his hands and feet, and pointed at the black eye mask again.
"It's only half a life, and it's not in line with the elite. I think there should be someone more suitable than me."
Zenoni sighed softly.
"Hays, to be honest, all veterans who have served in the Great Vortex Expedition cannot escape this sign. The difference is just what troops to go to. If you don't go to Pushtiban, you can only go to the local Vashti, which is not much better than the militia. This kind of regiment is better, called the Light Infantry regiment, but to put it bluntly...that's the cannon fodder regiment."
Hayes was silent for a moment and suddenly laughed.
"Cannon fodder group... Zenoni, do you know, I am the one who survived the cannon fodder group... Do you know, for us cannon fodder, how to die, where to die, it doesn't matter, who to die with, it's important, so if I have to set foot on the battlefield, then I would rather walk side by side with my comrades."
When Hayes watched the limousine disappear at the entrance of the village, he felt much more relaxed inside, and hummed a small song and turned back home.
However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Jialinna looking at her nervously, then shook her head, walked over and hugged the other person's shoulder.
"It's nothing, don't worry."
Chapter completed!