Chapter 1791 War Beast
“Let’s go! Little bastard! Keep walking!”
Hayes turned to look at the place where the sound came from. There were many people gathered there, so he walked over , after squeezing through the crowd, I saw a "heretic" standing tremblingly under a broken wall.
This man looks to be about the same age as Hayes, about fifteen or sixteen years old. The red carapace hanging on his thin body looks sparse, and his short brown hair looks dirty because it is stained with mud and blood. His face was also stained, except for a faint mark that could be 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?
What brought you to this battlefield again?
Is he scared and regretful now?
"Little heretic bastard, weren't you very good at running just now?"
A rough voice sounded, interrupting Hayes's thoughts. He turned around and saw that it was another person in the camp. A squad leader, this fierce man with stubble seems to be from a gangster in the hive city. He has a very violent personality, but he is also very 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 frightened the boy's footsteps.
He turned around, seemed to be explaining something, and raised his hands.
The next second, a laser hit his left knee accurately, causing him to scream in agony.
His leg was broken, and the broken leg was burning with black smoke.
“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 other person.
This kind of fresh stuff was given to them before going to the battlefield. The quartermaster said at the time that it was "a super-standard gift given to you by the Supreme Lord Commander of the Great Expeditionary Force Soshyan Alexei." Thank you for your kindness, even if you die for it." Although Hayes couldn't figure out the purpose of this unique note, everyone liked it.
“It’s up to me this time.”
Another soldier raised his gun, but this shot was deflected, grazing the fallen boy’s thigh and hitting the ground.
“Damn it!”
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, hitting his hand as he screamed. Broken.
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. Various emotions were rolling in his mind. The inexplicable hatred on the battlefield gave way to his kind nature, which even made him want to vomit. .
Suddenly, a rough hand pressed his eyes, and then he heard gunshots, and the boy's screams disappeared.
"Hashet, what are you doing here, you idiot!"
"Dimar, you idiot, are you still bringing people to play here? You are just kidding! Didn't you see our son-in-law captain coming? You want to? You want to be shot by the political commissar, right?”
“Fuck, it’s really coming, let’s break up!”
Afterwards, Hayes felt that Hashet was leading him in a different direction, but the veteran’s As the hand came down from his face, he heard a deep sound.
"War will turn 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 cleaned up, other people in the class had already found their seats and were sitting, drinking water and chatting. Their class was lucky, and there were no casualties in the first battle. , Hayes found a stone that was still warm and sat down, 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 enemy corpses that were still intact. After getting up, a young officer wearing a heavy trench coat and boasting walked onto the mountain of corpses holding a sword. Three soldiers held the regimental flag behind him and posed in a flag-planting posture. The two photographers were like busy bees. He kept taking pictures around the pile of corpses. 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, whether it was appearance or temperament, so he subconsciously murmured to himself:
“What a distinguished gentleman”
"Bah! He's just a young master who knows nothing. He treats war as a private game."
Hashet, who was closest to Hayes, heard these words. He turned around, pointed his gun, and spat to the side with disdain. He took a sip of saliva.
“It’s often bad luck to follow people like this.”
“Why?”
“Because in the eyes of people like them, we are even considered ants. If you don’t, you won’t care how much you die.”
Then the whistle sounded, and Hayes jumped up from the stone.
It turned out that their regiment leader wanted to express condolences to the first two battalions to participate in the war.
The surviving men of the two battalions quickly stood in three rows, and Arni walked past them with steady steps and a military salute, which he learned from the biography of Macarius. , which records that after every key battle, Macarius would express condolences to the soldiers who were leading the battle no matter how tired they were, which was very useful in boosting morale.
When he walked up to the injured soldiers, he would also shake hands with them and give a brief condolences, and every soldier who shook hands with him would shout "For the Emperor" - this is what all officers It was explained in advance.
While walking in front of Hayes, Arni stopped. This soldier who even looked a little immature attracted his attention.
"Private, what is your name?"
"Report to the commander! My name is Hayes!"
When the other party stopped in front of him, Hayes' heart was in his throat. As you can see, he had never spoken to someone of such high status before. The highest-ranking person in his world was Chief Ayi.
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 are a soldier at such a young age? Is your father also a soldier?"< br>
“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, and reached out his hand to open Hayes’s door. The helmet and the thirteen conspicuous hairs were immediately exposed to everyone's sight.
"Hey, the hairstyle is quite unique."
Many people laughed, and Hayes lowered his head in embarrassment, but then Arni put his arm around his shoulders and took him out of the queue.
"Serving the country and killing enemies at a young age shows 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 A role model for the whole army.”
Haisi was stunned and had no idea what was going on. Then he stood blankly next to his regiment leader, watching the cameraman snap at him. open.
This left him in a semi-trance state for several hours, so much so that he did not remember a single word of Arni's battlefield speech that he thought was wonderful
(End of this chapter)