Calvin continued to move forward while listening to the file in the headphones.
After listening to the first part of the warning, he thought about it, clicked on the first part after the preface, and continued listening.
The program in the headset converted the file into speech, reciting a diary-like text in a mechanical, emotionless voice:
“Document 1………………
Time: Imperial Calendar 0704.39
The tragic attack and defense of Mandela's No. 5 Orbital Fortress seems like it happened yesterday, and the details of this battle are still vivid in my mind.
The hoarse roars of my comrades as they advanced toward the center still seemed to echo in my ears. I still clearly remember the last moment of dragging the old regiment leader with a broken leg and holding a cluster grenade towards the heavy logging gun at the defense node.<
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"Live! You have to fucking live! You owe us all! You have to live enough for us before you are done!" My eyes passed behind the overwhelming red tracer bullets on the opposite side. This is when I saw the old regiment leader pulling the trigger.
The last confession before the bomb.
His black and red face smeared with blood and gun smoke is like imprinted in my mind, and I can't forget it for a moment.
When I woke up, the smell of blood in my mouth and the smell of fragrance from the clean bedding in the cabin made me a little confused, but when I woke up, the clock in the cabin where I lived told me that 15 years had passed.
The half bottle of promethium starch refined wine left on the table is a good thing, and the wounds on my body that have begun to hurt tell me that it’s time to drink some more.
I spent a total of 5 empty laser gun batteries for it, and this is my last inventory.
What should I do after I finish drinking? I never thought that my comrades are just as poor anyway, and they have exchanged almost all the things they can exchange for.
A gun? The gun is long gone.
Anyway, stragglers like us, who don’t even have a formal organization, have no chance of fighting, and can only spend our days hanging out on navy ships.
In the eyes of the nobles at the Ministry of Military Affairs, we are probably the same as the exhaust gas produced by indigestion after accidentally eating expired cheese the night before. Except for being a bit smelly, it is probably as transparent as the air.
When I was still thinking about whether I should eat tonight, or if I didn’t eat tonight, how many meals of starch bars could I receive to exchange for another bottle of wine?
A stooped and dirty figure rushed in. Old Bailey, the head of the worker responsible for the ship's internal damage control repairs in the ship's maintenance team.
Speaking of which, his other small part-time status may be more prestigious on this ship with more than 200,000 permanent personnel. He is the owner of one of the few underground bars on the ship.<
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Well, this old guy is still my creditor, Angele's creditor, or in other words, the creditor of all the star soldiers who are inconvenient.
This old guy is so stupid. He treats us astral bosses who have no future today. On the one hand, he is a penny-pincher and on the other hand, he dares to let us go into debt!
Your Majesty, the Emperor dares to put us in debt for a group of us who can't even scrape together a single gold coin! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...ahem...
This question bothered me for a long time. Until one time, I didn’t know whether it was because I drank too much or was injured. I vaguely remembered that after I asked him this question, he answered like this:
"As long as money is enough, I don't plan to leave the ship to live in retirement anyway. As for you, it's good to have a debt on your back. At least you have one more reason to live, right? Whenever you feel that you can't live anymore,
Isn’t it nice to think that there is an Old Bailey on board, still waiting bitterly for you to come back?”
Of course, if I asked him again after I sobered up, he would definitely deny it.
It looked like Father Bailey had been running for a long time. He was panting heavily and shouted to me:
"Hailan! Hailan! Your trouble has happened! Ah! Your good thing has arrived!" The old man's steps were very agile. Just by listening to his tone, it seems that his usual business is not only to report good news, but also to report troubles.
Indispensable...
"What... what? Old man, can't you think through your words before speaking? Is it a disaster or a happy event? Forget it, there is no happy event for me. Let me see if I have any other valuable things. Give them to me.
You, please arrange a place for me to hide..."
Having just sobered up, I didn’t have many thoughts, so I just packed up my things in a panic.
Apart from those "guy things" about me, I have nothing to lose. For now, I can only hope that my mistakes are not serious and I can come back after a while to avoid the limelight.
By the way, what on earth did I commit? Forget it, I have been drunk so many times, how can I know which noble person I bumped into...
Father Bailey finally breathed, "It's not a disaster! It's not a disaster! It's a good thing! The resettlement order for your regiment has come down! Get dressed quickly and follow me! The adults from the Military Command Department are waiting for you in the restaurant!"
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In this way, I was taken all the way to the public restaurant. In front of a group of comrades who had arrived earlier, I met the young and heroic adult.
Presumably because of his subsequent status, this gentleman did not become impatient because of waiting. He even said to me kindly:
"Hey, is this the hero of Mandela's bloody battle? His name is... his name is Hailan, right? I have admired him for a long time..."
After seeing this officer's iconic black and blue uniform, I recalled memories of meeting them in the past.
This group of people is almost invisible to you on the battlefield. After all, you can't expect these proud men of noble birth, who can serve in departments directly under the Military Command Department after joining the army, to fight with us idiots.
So when you occasionally see them on the battlefield, apart from the small probability of being promoted and receiving notifications of awards, there is a high probability that they are ordered to come and enforce battlefield discipline for the troops who lost the battle...
I trembled subconsciously and answered this big shot in the most cautious tone of my life:
"We only participated in the offensive and defensive battle of Fortress No. 5 in the outer orbit. It was the Emperor's Angels who took back the Forge World. Hmm... what is it called? Yes, the Red Scorpion Chapter. This is their credit, along with
It doesn’t matter to us!”
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The big man in black and blue uniform was not angry because of my rebuttal. He even patted my shirt kindly. Well, it would have been better if he had not wiped his military pants twice with his retracted hand.<
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In short, this big man said to me with a smile on his face: "The glory of the emperor belongs to the emperor, and the glory of mortals belongs to mortals! Your own glory will be determined!"
His whole spirit seemed to be proud of the content of his words, but his condescending smile made me wonder whether the starting point of his pride was the first half of the sentence or the second half...
After adjusting his face, he took out a document from the briefcase in the hand of his entourage, opened it, looked at us, then lowered his head and read loudly:
"This is your order! The 52nd Branden Regiment of the Imperial Defense Forces has achieved remarkable results in the Battle of Mandela and is a role model for its colleagues. Hereby commends: Colonel Hyland, the former commander of the regiment, is promoted to Major General of the Imperial Defense Forces.
...High Marshal Paul Lucas of the Imperial Defense Force's Taiping Star Territory Military Affairs Department."
After reading this, the adult took out another document, opened it and continued to read:
"The letter of appointment from the Imperial Ministry of Internal Affairs is that the 52nd Heavy Siege Regiment of the former Branden fought in the Battle of Mandela with outstanding achievements and suffered many casualties. However, the Emperor is merciful and clearly understands this situation. His soul is here to rest in peace,
The remnants of the army are treated with thick chestnuts. I hereby appoint Major General Hailan of the Imperial Defense Force as the Governor of the Taiping Sector, Venn Sector, and SATA Sector Administration. I hope that you will continue to work hard here to serve the country loyally and to the country.
I will definitely live up to you..."
I don’t know when the appointment letter was finished. The adults in the Military Command seemed busy with official duties and didn’t care about my rudeness.
He thrust these two paper documents, which represented the empire's final attitude towards our regiment, and the accompanying documents into my hands, and left.
And I am still in a daze. It has been 15 years. Has the resettlement that I have been waiting for for 15 years finally come? After the war, no one paid attention to it. I could only shamelessly hang out on the Astral Navy battle barge that carried us to the battlefield.
Is the 15-year wandering career over like this?
I don't know how to deal with these two belated documents. Is it just these two pieces of paper? More than 6,500 people in the entire regiment died in 6,344 people, and I only had 154 people left. Is it just for these two pieces of paper? I don’t understand, but no one seems to care whether I understand or not…………
Imperial Calendar 39,
To us who are still wandering, but have been settled.