The heavy rain continued to fall and it seemed that it would never stop.

Thanks to God's blessing, we arrived in Butte Town smoothly.

Because of my own fault, I spent a day in the prison car depressed.

I really don’t understand why the Little Black Room has not only a fixed version but also a portable and mobile version. It can be regarded as one of the magical inventions in the history of military technology.

But thanks to this thing, I was finally able to sleep normally. Once I fell asleep, I missed three meals, which made the guard think I was dead inside.

Similar to what Tieniu said, I did seriously violate international law, and the same violation included road spikes, so both of us were jailed honorably after disembarking from the mecha, but if I had to choose again, I would definitely choose to do it again

Kill them, because the situation at that time was so infuriating that even the usually calm road spike took action.

But what is very strange is that according to the usual practice, investigators from international human rights organizations should come to investigate and collect evidence in the past two days, and then they will issue various documents to the investigation team to take confessions, but it was not until the third day that we entered the position that there were even

There were no ghosts at all. On the contrary, everyone from the guards to the military police officers were polite to us, and hot meals and dishes were provided for every meal. Although eating in the dark was quite a test of our mental abilities, at least we took care of it.

But why, they don't owe me any money.

What's even more outrageous is that we didn't even write a checkup. On the fourth day, we were released from prison hand in hand. It was completely baffling. In the end, the top student who came to pick us up revealed the secret:

"Nonsense, international law is something that people come up with when they are bored and use it for disgusting people. If your heart is bold and fat and your fists are strong enough, you don't have to be afraid of hair. What's more, what level of war do you think a world war is?

Ah, people all over the world can hardly control their own lives. Who has time to care about other people's lives? It's just a routine thing now."

The analysis is pertinent and hits the point directly. He is worthy of being the first strategist of the teaching group.

"Oh, by the way, I heard that the brigade commander has been asking me to take care of you these two days since you were in prison. If this guy hadn't suddenly gone crazy, he would have assigned you an incredible task. You have to be careful.

.”

The top student suddenly seemed to remember something and said with a somewhat unhappy expression.

Only then did I understand why I had been taken care of in the past two days. However, the value of my use was only a little bit high. Besides, the "wine bottle" was so many levels above me. I just gave the order directly. Why bother using the rank of brigade commander?

Would you like to get close to me?

A group of us arrived at the field hospital. Since the war had not started yet, the situation here was generally quite calm. There was no blood everywhere, no wounded soldiers wailing around, and no nurses and doctors running around. There was also obvious disinfectant in the air.

The smell is not much different from that of an ordinary hospital. When we arrived, Mr. Qian had already been pushed out of the operating room and greeted us with a grin on his face when he saw us.

"Hey, Dad Chen, I heard that you had a blast for my brother. It's quite touching."

"...it's okay."

After making a vague remark, Road Stud and I craned our necks to look at the wheelchair, but in the end we didn't see the human body parts we expected to see.

There's no chance now.

In fact, when the prisoner told me the time, I was almost in despair, because it had been delayed for too long, and even with modern medicine, it was impossible to recover.

"Because in that environment, the limbs have been slightly decomposed, and your wound has not been treated well, and symptoms of infection have already appeared. If you don't treat it first, your life will be in danger. Theoretically, there is no possibility of continuation.

,so...so I'm very sorry."

The military doctor said in an apologetic tone. He knew very well what losing a leg meant to a mecha soldier.

The members of the teaching team present were also silent. We also knew that the human body is not a mecha. We could pull out a screw-type bolt of the same type from the warehouse and install it. However, we saw that the career of our companions as mecha soldiers ended sadly.

, it’s really sadder than watching someone die.

Mr. Fian listened silently, looked at the military doctor, and then at us, and then tried his best to grin as he greeted me at the beginning.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't put on that face. It's just a leg. I recently heard that that company has recently launched a wealthy gold prosthetic leg. I just got tired of using my old leg. It's nice to get a new one to play with."

It sounds like a ridiculous statement, but we all nodded in agreement with him like fools.

"Yes, yes, bro, your family is so rich, and the rich money is nothing, you can just buy it for yourself with a diamond."

Everyone laughed messily like a performance, and then fell into collective silence, as if standing in front of a tomb praying.

Master Kuan's face turned gloomy little by little.

"Hey, if you don't believe it, I have been a military fan since I was a child. I like everything from old-fashioned fighter jets to the latest mechas. I still have a lot of model magazines at home, but I am not that interested in performance parameters.

For a long time, I misunderstood the decimal point of the machine gun. I thought that a fighter aircraft weighing several tons could carry a 127mm gun. It was too powerful. Later I found out that it was a 12.7mm machine gun... Hey, who is that?

If you laugh, I’ll beat you to death.”

"I just admire the aces who fly these weapons, especially that guy from the old century... Oh, Erich Hartmann, there were more than 300 fighter jets that day, too many to count. In the end, he was so beaten that others could see him.

The black tulip mark was so far away that I didn’t even see a shadow. I’ve always wanted to drive this thing to the sky one day, and then shoot down the enemies one by one, and finally hit the enemies all over the sky. When they saw me, I looked so domineering.

The figure ran away like a dog. This is so awesome. It is much more awesome than driving a convertible sports car to fight with people on the road after taking drugs, but now I have just completed the process of earning experience as a rookie.

Just...just tell me that I'm done, fuck your God, what kind of bullshit arrangement is this!"

At first glance, Mr. Fian was just choking after a few words, but in the end he turned into crying and beating his head desperately. We also felt desolate, but couldn't say a word, so we had to gather around

He kept patting him on the shoulder and on his back...

Because of the fear of air raids, the truck that picked up the disabled soldiers arrived in the evening. Except for those who were on mission, everyone came to see them off. Among the more than a dozen disabled soldiers returning home from retirement, ours had the grandest send-off procession.

The sad soldiers also looked over here curiously.

During the more than thirty minutes of waiting for the bus, Mr. Qian seemed to be in a hurry to swim in the water. He hurriedly picked up the amulets, gold watches, and rings that were all messed up on his body and stuffed them into our hands.

"Oh, this Tieniu talisman is for you. It was consecrated by Master xx of the xx sect. Wear it with the spirit of a strong man. You are the boss and you can't do it without this thing."

"Oh, Fat Tu, this ring is for you. It was consecrated by Taoist Master xxx Guan xx. It is for health care and body protection. By the way, buddy, you can really lose weight."

"Um, who, madman, I'm giving you this gold watch. You don't have to thank me. This thing has never been opened, but it is my favorite thing. It makes you think about people when you see things. Remember to put it next to your bed at night, like

I'll sleep next to you."

“………….”

"Dad Chen, this jade pendant is for you. I made a special trip to Tibet to find a master to consecrate it. It is said that it increases luck and won't hurt a hair on the battlefield. Man, you charge so hard every time you fight. You must have a prop to support you."

After receiving the gift, our reply is as follows:

"Damn it, are you saying I can't do it? I deserve a beating."

"I'll go, brother, you discriminate against fat people."

"Grandma, who wants to sleep with a pervert like you every day? It makes me sick just thinking about it. Get away."

“………….”

"I said, this is not a fake and it will deduct your luck value."

Everyone was noisy as usual and tried their best to avoid the topic of separation.

However, objectively existing things are not subject to our will. With the sound of three long and one short horns from far to near, a loudly honking military truck slowly emerged from the darkness (I dare not turn on the lights for fear of air raids)

, we worked hard together and carried Master Qian into the car with all our hands. I thought for a while and secretly took out all the banknotes in my wallet, whether they were gold pounds or horse-drawn horses, and stuffed them all into the medics on board the car, asking him to

Take care of Mr. Qian on the way.

The military card was slowly activated, and we all stopped laughing. We stood in two rows and watched Mr. Chan's face gradually melting into the darkness. Then they would be pulled to the Königsberg field machine gun, and then take a military transport plane to the rear, and then go their separate ways, or

He will spend the rest of his life in the countryside with pain, or he will die in depression while stroking his broken limbs. I think Mr. Chan is a person with a good mentality, and I hope he can always be well.

At this moment, Master Qian suddenly poked his head out of the carriage and shouted at us with a tearful tone:

"Brothers, don't worry about beating me. If you cripple me and raise me, if you beat your parents to death, they will be my parents!"

We shouted back in altered voices:

"Fuck you, I won't die until you die!"

In a vulgar exchange of words, we lost another friend.
Chapter completed!