"Woooooooooooooo...please! These little bits of cookies are for my child! He is sick! Please!"
A faint cry came from a distance, and Canto was walking like a machine. He wanted to dig out his eyes at this moment, but he couldn't do it, and his aftermath still told him everything.
A woman with only one-clothing clothes was dragged to the ground, holding a small pot with scars and black fingers, but soon pulled her apart with her hands, and the pot was held in her arms by a soldier.
"This is the order of the superior. All surplus food must be collected. Your ration has been distributed."
"That's not food at all! What are wood chips and grass roots? How should I-"
"Mother!"
A little girl ran out of the door and pointed at the door while crying.
The woman screamed and crawled into the house, while the soldiers shook their heads helplessly, turned around and left to go to the next family.
When Canto walked through the statue of the legendary Prax, the first commander of the Crimson Fist, he noticed a circle of trembling children curled up near the pedestal, looking at everyone passing by, as if wanting some food and warmth.
He was still walking, his steps were just getting heavier and heavier, and the red iron fists were tightly clenched together.
When he crossed the statue and came to a main road near Silver Castle, a low discussion came from the vicinity of a rather upscale residence, which Canto had noticed.
People gathered in front of the door, and soldiers carried out two stretchers covered with white cloth from it. A priest was praying, and a boy of seven or eight years old was sitting on the stairs, looking dull and wondering where he was.
For the first time Canto hated his keen hearing—
"...I heard that the man committed suicide first, and asked his wife and son to eat their own meat. After eating a few meals, the woman became sick and committed suicide..."
"Oh, it's so miserable, what should I do with this kid?"
"I don't know, who can care about whom now... Let's see what the church says..."
When Canto entered the central wall of New Ryan, the Silver Castle where the command center was located, Governor Maia, who was nearly a hundred years old, immediately called someone to bring a glass of thirst-quenching wine to the eternal hero in her heart, but Canto just silently refused and then called a meeting as soon as possible.
There were not many participants, including several main commanders of the mortals, as well as the only remaining fourth company commander Cortez, the new second company commander Green, the new think tank director De Gero, and the new pastor commander Argo.
This is all that remains of Crimson Fist.
"...No food, we can't hold on until reinforcements arrive."
At the beginning of the meeting, Canto, who took off his helmet and exposed his scarred steel face, pointed out the subject straight to the point, and then he looked at a general.
“How long can the food stock be supported now?”
"Sir, I can still support the combat troops... for two months."
The other party only talked about the combat troops, but Canto knew the meaning. There are about one million combat troops in Ryan New City and four or five million residents who do not have any combat capabilities.
"How long can the combat troops last when Ryan becomes a dead city filled with corpse smell?"
The other party did not answer this question, nor could it be answered.
"If the soldiers starve to death, this place will become a dead city."
The fourth company commander Cortez seemed to have become accustomed to opposing his commander. Although the two of them were helping each other to walk from the ruins of the devastating battle monarchy to Ryan New City, their relationship also became very subtle.
Green, who took over the position of the second company commander who died, suddenly said softly:
"Can you find a way from sea?"
Cortez shook his head.
"The green-skinned fighter jets exploded during the day and at night. The ships in the port were already blown up, and there were not even a sampan left. You may not be able to go fishing at sea."
At this moment, the conference room door was suddenly knocked.
“Emergency!”
When Canto heard this, his face turned dark, but he still asked someone to open the door. Then an officer saluted and walked in cautiously.
"Report! A ship was found approaching from the sea at the coastal lighthouse!"
"Boat!?"
Canto's eyes widened, including Cortez.
"Green skin?"
"It seems that it is not. The other party hung a signal flag, but the radio did not respond. According to the ship's hull number, it was freighter No. 17, which belongs to the grain transport ship."
When he heard the word "three words for transporting grain ship", Canto almost jumped up.
"Arranging the Thunder Eagle immediately! Immediately! All three Thunder Eagles are ready!"
When the Thunder Eagle swept towards the sea at an extremely low altitude, the mysterious cargo ship was less than fifty kilometers away from the coast of New Ryan City. Canto personally led the team, and the fourth company commander Cortez also participated. Three Thunder Eagles were loaded with tactical teams.
In the cabin, Canto silently prayed to the emperor, praying that this was not an empty ship, praying that it had at least a little thing, not too much, just a little bit...
Soon, Canto jumped out of the Thunderhawk cabin and landed heavily on the rusty deck.
As soon as he fell down, he was surprised to find that there were huge and ugly heads inserted on the front splint fence. It seemed that he had been dead for a while and his blood had completely dried up.
"Green skin?"
Canto was a little uneasy, Green Skin had already taken the lead, and it was very likely that there was nothing he wanted here.
But he still didn't give up and led the team to the bridge.
As soon as they entered it, they found that there was no one and the operating table was in an automatic navigation state. However, on the glass of the command tower, they saw rows of high Gothic writings written in blood.
"...Your crew members have been killed by Green Skin. In order to prevent the corruption of the body and cause pollution, we can only bury them in the sea. The invading Green Skin has also been annihilated. The food is safe and edible in the cargo hold. Please do not worry too much and pay tribute to the strong guardians."
Canto and Cortez looked at each other and were confused, but now it is more important to food, so they hurried to check the cargo hold.
When the hatch opened and the mountain of grains inside revealed, Canto lost his composure for the first time. He slowly took off his helmet and fell to the ground, tears rolling from the corners of his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him, until he grabbed a grain of food and stuffed it into his mouth, slowly chewing its fragrant smell, the tortured and tormented commander yelled in a flash.
"The Emperor did not give up on us! The Emperor did not give up on Ryan! No! No!!"
Then, under the escort of Crimson Fist, the No. 17 freighter arrived at the port of Ryan New City, and the news that followed made the whole city boil.
The food is here! Everyone can have a full meal!
The morale that was gradually declining was rekindled at this moment. In the process of counting the cabin, Crimson Fist found that not only food, but also more in short supply of medicines. They were nearly 2 tons. I don’t know where they came from, but looking at the origin and storage signs, they all seemed to come from the already occupied area.
Of course, the explanation of the origin of this ship is that the crew members escorted their lives to the death, fighting with the enemy after being robbed by the green skin, while the ship was sent to the place where it was going under the power of the emperor.
This statement is naturally intended to inspire people, and the real situation is a mystery to the top leaders, including ordinary warriors of Crimson Fist.
On the way to escort the cargo ship back to Ryan, Canto didn't understand who was involved, until Cortez reminded him.
"Will it be...those guys, those that the Tenth Company encountered?"
"You said it's spiritual..."
Canto looked at the bloody words on the glass in shock, but he did not point out the spirit race directly, because the appearance of the spirit race was still top secret, and the scouts were also issued a ban order.
After all, the invasion of green skin is already annoying enough. If the things that happened to the Spirit Clan were spread, the morale would only be lower, making Ryan seem to have been in a rush, and all aliens gathered.
Canto walked back and forth between the bridge with his hands on his back, and then looked at the fourth company commander.
"What exactly do they do? According to Mishina, the other party does not want the world to fall into the hands of Green Skin, so they come to help us..."
"The aliens are not trustworthy, maybe they have other conspiracies."
"Then these foods...we have no choice."
"I didn't say food, I just remind you to be vigilant, for the honor of the son of Dorn... Even if we don't have much left, we must not accept the help of the alien. Ryan will not have alien aiders."
Canto looked at the smokey city in the distance, sighed and said softly:
"First solve the Green Skin...and then talk about other things."