Chapter 2018 The Warrior Was a Boy
Ignoring Hashet’s cry behind him, Hayes ran all the way out of the assembly plant. At this time, only the servitors were still at their posts, using their shrunken limbs and repetitive movements operate the thermal cutting machine.
They didn't look up as Hayes walked by because their programming didn't allow it, they were designed to cut material, nothing more.
You can see some soldiers from the regiment running past in groups. When they see Hayes, they will whistle in salute. After all, most people in this commando team think that they are a suicide team. They did not expect that they actually When he finally succeeded, Hayes' identity changed from a new soldier to a combat hero without realizing it.
But Hayes had no intention of enjoying this rare honor. His finger on the trigger twitched, making him tremble slightly.
Where is the enemy?
Where is the person he wants to kill?
Then he heard a sound amidst the din of machinery and gunfire, and determined the direction of the sound. It was the sound of studded boots on the floor.
Hayes turned a corner, climbed several steps, and reached the top of several huge plasma cutting machines.
Although far away from the battle, it is still very noisy all around. The alcoves are distributed on both sides of the casting machine. For those who want to hide, there are many covers. Sparks splash from the machine and the smoke is like fog. The same shrouded around the beam.
Suddenly, there was a sound in front of him, a sound that Hayes would not have heard if he had not been on high alert.
Suddenly, a traitor jumped out of the alcove on the left, screaming. He was not wearing armor or body armor, only a set of work clothes, and was wielding a heavy sledgehammer, but A traitor without a doubt.
Hayes dodged the hammer, kicked out at the same time, hit the opponent in the chest, and fired three more shots from the laser gun.
More enemies appeared, a woman and another man who looked younger, shouting something in a language that Hayes couldn't understand.
Out of nervousness and fighting instinct, the woman was shot in the chest before she hit the ground, and before the sound of her trying to breathe even came out, Hayes thrust his bayonet into the chest of the third man.
When Hayes drew his bayonet, the man was still alive, coughing blood in his face and feebly brandishing a weapon.
“You are the only one who still wants to hurt me?”
Hayes gave him a knife, deliberately not hitting the vital part.
The feeling of a bayonet piercing the human body was completely different from that of a sandbag. He suddenly realized why those people liked to play tricks on prisoners. There seemed to be some unique pleasure in controlling the life and death of others.
Hayes let out a horrifying laugh that he might never have imagined before. Anger and murderous intent were like poisonous wasps, stinging his soul.
There was more blood on his face, and his heartbeat was so loud it was even louder than the sound of a laser gun.
"Hayes?"
In an instant, Hayes heard the voice of Xiao An, the one who always hit him on the head with a clothes fork after he returned from scavenging without success. girl's voice.
"Hayes."
The boy blinked and shook his head, that couldn't be Xiao An, she should be somewhere far away.
This is a battlefield, there should be only enemies.
Then he looked down at the body at his feet. The blood flowing out of it formed a small lake next to his boots. There were some broken glass inside, reflecting his blood-filled face with a distorted expression. The face seemed to be that of another person, or a beast.
Hayes took two steps back in fear, only to realize that the clothes of those he killed were uniform work clothes. The only marks on their bodies were the job numbers on their necks and the "dull knife" in the man's hand. ” is the screwdriver used to pry open the machine casing.
On the woman's neck, there is also a shiny silver object, a simple pressed product.
That is a double-headed eagle pendant. At a certain moment, Hayes's heart skipped a beat, and the anger and murderous intent were lifted like a veil, revealing a face full of animality.
The gun slipped from his hand. Hayes looked at his blood-covered hands and was shocked -
What had he become?
Who is that beast that just laughed and killed?
Or a murderer?
"Hayes?"
A soft voice sounded, Hashet? Fitz? Jung? He didn't know that all Hayes could do was scream, turn around and run, his eyes widening in fear.
He didn’t know how long he ran, and finally hid in a dark warehouse, just like when he was hiding from the big kids who were always beating him when he was a child, he found a quiet and dark corner and huddled up in a ball .
At this moment, he had an unprecedented strong impulse, and he wanted to go home——
Even if it was full of hunger and poverty, at least he was still him, he still had friends, and Xiao An.
Gradually, a low sob sounded in the darkness.
Suddenly, the warehouse door opened, revealing a ray of light. Hayes raised his head, showing a face full of tears, but the door was quickly closed.
With slow footsteps carrying a certain unique rhythm, the man walked to Hayes step by step, and then sat down with a sigh.
"Haschet is as anxious as a father who has lost his child. You know, we have never seen him so nervous."
Hearing Hashet, Hayes He buried his head between his knees and whispered in a crying voice:
"Company Commander, I did something wrong."
"Well——"
The man hummed, and then there was the rustle of groping for his pocket in the darkness, followed by a slight sound. Click, the flame of the lighter illuminated Ouranios' weathered face and the cigarette in his mouth.
As the firelight disappeared, only the dim red dot of the cigarette butt remained in the darkness.
"It doesn't matter whether you admit your mistakes or not, as long as you can change them. Hayes, you are a good boy. I can understand the pain in your heart. Although I can't remember too many things, I have seen countless good children and their The body and soul are swallowed up completely by war. War will turn people into beasts, so don't care about other people or what they think. Whether it's naive or ridiculous, hold on to everything you cherish, including memories. , you can maintain your own humanity.”
After a moment of silence, Hayes said softly:
"Then what do you cherish, company commander?"
Olanios chuckled softly, causing a cough, and then raised his hand On Hayes' shoulders.
“Of course it’s you.”
“Then in that case, why do you want us to carry out this mission? Aren’t there many elites in the regiment?”
Ouranios was silent. Hayes seemed to be able to hear the other party taking two puffs of cigarette. After more than ten seconds, he said slowly:
"Because I can only trust you and I can't guarantee that you will all survive." Go home, but I can guarantee that I will be the first to step onto the battlefield and the last to leave the battlefield."
"I just seemed crazy."
Hayes hesitated for a moment. Finally he confessed the incident.
"Killing innocent people, company commander, I am the murderer"
(End of this chapter)