Hayes turned to look at the place where the sound came from. There were many people gathered there, so he walked over, squeezed through the crowd, and saw a "heretic" standing tremblingly under a broken wall.
This man looked to be about the same age as Hayes, about fifteen or sixteen years old. The red carapace hanging on his thin body looked sparse. His short brown hair looked dirty because it was stained with mud and blood, and his face was dirty. The same was true, except that a mark could be vaguely seen 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 in a low voice.
Looking at the boy who was supposed to be the "enemy", Hayes suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he was another self in the world...
What's his name?
Why did you end up on this battlefield?
Is he scared and regretful now?
"Little heretic bastard, wasn't he very good at running just now?"
A rough voice sounded, interrupting Hayes's thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was another squad leader in the camp. This fierce man with a stubble seemed to be from a gangster in the hive city. He had a very violent personality, but he was also very angry. Be loyal.
At this time, the man had a cigarette in his mouth, and then raised the laser gun. When the boy saw this, he instinctively wanted to hide aside, but the laser immediately hit the direction he wanted to run, burning a black spot on the iron wall. It also scared the boy's steps.
He turned around, seemed to be explaining something, and raised his hands.
The next second, a laser shot accurately hit his left knee, causing him to scream in agony.
His leg was broken, and black smoke was emitting from the burned broken leg.
"I won!"
A soldier shouted, and then stretched out his hand to the person on the side. The person shook his head helplessly, took out a military ticket from his pocket and handed it to the person.
This fresh stuff was given to them before going to the battlefield. The quartermaster said at the time, "The great supreme lord commander of the expeditionary force Soshyan Alexey gave it to you beyond specifications. You should be grateful and die." "The grace of service." However, Hayes couldn't understand the purpose of this unique paper note, but everyone liked it very much.
"Look at me this time."
Another soldier raised his gun, but his shot went sideways, grazing the fallen boy's thigh and hitting the ground.
"Oh shit!"
Cursing, the soldier took out a military ticket and gave it to the other party.
The pain made the boy howl. As soon as he raised his right hand to wipe away his tears or cover his eyes, a laser hit his elbow, breaking his hand as he screamed.
The soldiers burst into laughter. Looking at the boy rolling on the ground, Hayes felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. 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 were tumbling in his mind. The inexplicable hatred on the battlefield gave way to his kind nature, and it even made him want to vomit.
Suddenly, a rough hand pressed his eyes, and then he heard gunshots, and the boy's screams disappeared.
"Hachet, what are you doing, you old bastard!"
"Dimar, you idiot, you are still playing here with others? You are playing with your mother! Didn't you see our son-in-law leader coming? You want to take the shot of the political commissar, right?"
"Fuck, it's really here, let's all disperse!"
Then, Hayes felt Hashette turning him in a different direction, but when the veteran's hand dropped from his face, he heard a deep sound.
"War... turns people into beasts, kid. That's why I'm always a deserter. Don't let war corrode your soul. Stay with your teammates more and stop running around."
Hayes snorted. The original joy of victory had disappeared. He began to realize that he was not suitable for the battlefield.
Following Hashet to a place that had been prepared, other people in the class had already found seats and were sitting, drinking water and chatting. Their class was lucky. There were no casualties in the first battle. Hayes found it himself.
He sat down on the stone that was still warm, put the gun aside, took off his helmet and hung it on the muzzle of the gun, picked up the kettle and poured two more mouthfuls of cold water.
After calming down, Hayes turned his head and saw a group of well-equipped people pulling out a cordon a few hundred meters away. Inside the cordon, the soldiers piled up the still intact enemy corpses, and then a man wearing a
The young officer in a heavy trench coat and arrogant person walked onto the mountain of corpses with a sword in hand. Three soldiers held the regimental flag behind him and posed in a flag-planting posture. Two photographers were like busy bees surrounding the pile of corpses.
Stop taking pictures.
This was the first time that Hayes saw their leader. He was a kind of person who was completely different from them at first glance, both in appearance and temperament, so he subconsciously murmured to himself:
"What a distinguished gentleman..."
"Bah! He's just a young master who doesn't understand anything. He treats war as a private game."
Hashet, who was closest to Hayes, heard these words. He turned around, cocked his gun, and spat aside with disdain.
"Following such people often leads to bad luck."
"Why?"
"Because in the eyes of people like them, we are not even ants, and we don't care how many we die."
Then the whistle sounded, and Hayes jumped up from the stone.
It turned out that their regimental commander wanted to pay condolences to the first two battalions to participate in the war.
The surviving men of the two battalions quickly stood up in three rows, and Arni walked past them with steady steps and a military salute. He learned this from the Life of Macarius, which records that Macarius
After every key battle, Wusi would express condolences to the soldiers who were leading the battle no matter how tired they were. This was very useful in boosting morale.
When he came to the wounded soldiers, he would shake hands with them and give a brief condolences, and every soldier who shook hands with him would shout "For the Emperor" - this was what all the officers had explained in advance.
As he walked past Hayes, Arni stopped, and this soldier who looked even a little immature caught his attention.
"Private, what is your name?"
"Report...report, sir! My name is Hayes!"
When the other party stopped in front of him, Hayes' heart was in his throat. He had never spoken to someone of such high status before. The highest-ranking person in his world before was Chief Ayin.
Nervousness made his whole face tense up, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Arni looked at the other party carefully again, and then asked:
"How old are you this year?"
"Fifteen...no, sixteen!"
"Sixteen years old? You want to be a soldier at such a young age? Is your father also a soldier?"
"Father......"
Hayes didn't know how to answer for a while. The word even seemed strange to him. Suddenly Arni seemed to have made a new discovery. He reached out and lifted Hayes' helmet, and the thirteen conspicuous hairs were immediately exposed to everyone's sight.
inside.
"Hey, the hairstyle is quite unique."
Many people laughed, and Hayes lowered his head in embarrassment, but then Arnie put his arm around his shoulders and took him out of the queue.
"You served your country and killed the enemy at a young age. It can be seen that this young gentleman with thirteen hairs must come from a military family. Only the most loyal soldiers can have such loyal heirs. Your bravery and fearlessness will be an example for the entire army."
Hayes was stunned and had no idea what was going on. Then he stood blankly next to his group leader, watching the cameraman shoot a few photos at him.
This left him in a semi-demented state for several hours, so much so that he didn't remember a single word of Arni's battlefield speech that he thought was wonderful...