The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge.

Chapter 2250 Soldier's Diary

  2251: Soldier's Diary

Bolo ball is a very violent sport similar to soccer but a bit like rugby. While kicking the ball, it encourages physical collisions, and even athletes wear protective gear.

This sport is particularly popular in the Outer and Central Rings of the Milky Way, and it also has a large number of fans in the core circle. For example, the planet Alderaan is one of the strongest teams in Poro Ball.

However, if we talk about the planet that is most enthusiastic about the Polo Sphere, it must be Mandalore.

Like many planets in the Outer Rim, the people of Mandalore don't have the money to participate in the extremely exciting but expensive competitions such as the Boonta Night Shuttle Racing Competition, so Boro Ball, which can be played in any field, has become their favorite. And Boro Ball advocates the rules of direct physical confrontation, which also makes the martial arts-loving Mandalorians extremely obsessed.

Sikeby City, Municipal Polo Stadium.

This stadium, which had hosted numerous poker tournaments and brought people much joy and passion, was now half destroyed in the war. However, due to the vast space of the stadium, it became the logistics base of the Vizsla government army.

Private Darko licked his cracked lips and looked at the three Komrick-class fighters that landed outside the stadium. The three fighters raised their wings like huge flags 53 meters high.

This reminded him of the Galaxy Cup Polo Tournament three years ago. On this field, the Mandalore team, which lacked funds and had very simple equipment, training and food, actually defeated the super giant Alderaan team with a score of 2:1! At the same time, on the planet Fwillsving, the Fwillsving team also defeated the Dawn team sent by the Principality of Dawn 1:0 at home, and finally surpassed the Alderaan team to win the championship of that Galaxy Cup. This also broke the myth of the Alderaan team's five consecutive championships in the Galaxy Cup.

That day, colorful flags flew in the Sikebi Municipal Stadium, and cheers shook the sky. Because although the Mandalorian team had long been a weak team in the middle and lower reaches, at that moment, they defeated the strongest opponent and dominated the ownership of the Galaxy Cup championship.

However, as time went by, uprisings and wars broke out in various places, the Galactic Empire and the Principality of Dawn began to become enemies, the Galactic Cup was eventually discontinued, and that dramatic result was forever frozen.

Although the Galactic Empire once declared that it would restore peace and tranquility to the Milky Way within a year and then rekindle the sacred flame of the Galactic Cup, when they were ultimately unable to do so, they never mentioned the Galactic Cup again.

  And now, what stands in the Sekby Municipal Stadium is no longer the beautiful colorful flags, but the huge blue and white painted wings of the Komrick-class fighter!

Darko shook his head, found a cool place, sat on an empty ammunition box, took off his helmet and put it on his legs, took out a small diary from his arms, gently smoothed the wrinkled cover, turned a few pages, and then wrote on the latest page: [In the 9th year of the Imperial Calendar (the Imperial Calendar of this book starts from 20 BBY, and it is now 11 BBY), February 2, I came to Sekbi City again. The last time I came here was three years ago, when I followed my father to watch the last game of the Galaxy Cup against Alderaan... That was my happiest time. ]

[…But my father died in a terrorist attack launched by those mobs a year later…From that moment on, I vowed to take revenge, joined the army, and fought to maintain the peace and tranquility of the planet Mandalore.]

Having written this, Darko picked up the kettle and shook it, then tilted his head back, trying to pour out a drop of water from it, but failed. He had no choice but to continue writing in his diary... [Yesterday, we liberated the city of Sekbi. Even Jango Fett's devilish super soldiers could not stop us, and Sekbi surrendered. But... the commander asked us to select 3000 residents here and publicly execute them as a warning to others. At that time, I was really scared... Even the day before yesterday, when I heard that Jango Fett's super soldiers were killing people just one block away from us, I was not so scared... because the commander actually asked us to open fire on civilians...]

[I told Lieutenant Pende that I was dizzy because my eardrums were injured by the shells, so I did not participate in this operation. But even though I was here, I could still hear the gunshots coming from there, which lasted for a full hour. Aren't we liberators? Aren't we supposed to protect the peace of Mandalore? Why would those people in Sekbi City rather die than fight against Governor Vizsla?]

Darko sighed and wrote in his diary in frustration: [I am really scared now. I just hope this can end soon. The ammunition we brought from Concordia headquarters for this attack on Sekbi City has been almost used up. It would be great if we could go back.]

At this time, a loud shout came from not far away, "17th Company, assemble immediately! It's our turn to get water!!"

It was his own company. Darko quickly stood up, took the empty water bottle from his waist in his hand, and ran over to gather.

After many days of bloody fighting, the company he belongs to has been reduced from the standard 300 people to the current 180 people. Among the 120 people reduced, more than 40 have died, and the remaining more than 70 people are now receiving treatment in the field hospital on the other side of the stadium.

But Darko knew that although it was called treatment, there were not enough drugs and equipment in those field hospitals to deal with the horrific beds suffered on the battlefield. Since he came here, the screams from the field hospital have never stopped.

Darko licked his dry lips again. He couldn't care less about that now. He just wanted to drink water.

Before setting off, the commander repeatedly told them that as long as they could liberate the rebellious cities, both water and food would be available. Therefore, they set off with only three days of rations and a standard unit of ammunition. However, a week had passed since the battle began, and they had not received any supplies, so they could only hope to capture the target city.

In fact, it is precisely because of this that they work so hard.

Following the team towards the water supply plant, we could see the bodies of civilians lying on the roadside along the way. Their hands and feet were tied and they were lying on the ground. Most of their heads had been blown open by blasters and were covered in blood. The air was filled with the smell of blood.

Arriving at the factory, the water supply equipment here has been damaged a lot, and only one machine is still working. Several wounded rebel prisoners are operating the machine numbly, their skin is dry and their lips are cracked, and it seems that they have not had water for a long time.

(End of this chapter)