death of hope

Chapter 213 "Corporate Warrior" (129) Refugees

Being persecuted by bandits for a long time, the elderly and children have become vulnerable and sensitive, and full of wariness to strangers.

The heavily armed foreigners in front of them, who called themselves mercenaries and corporate fighters, looked completely different from the regular armed forces of the Terra Federation in blue uniforms.

All of them are strong and healthy, wearing mountain folk costumes, fur coats, desert headscarves, and suede boots. Most of them are painted.

The men were unshaven and fierce-looking, and one of them was particularly large,

This guy is simply a realistic portrayal of Frankenstein in the old horror novels,
With scars all over his face, cold eyes, and a ferocious appearance, he looks like he eats a baby for breakfast every day.

The three women were young and beautiful, with a heroic spirit, but they also exuded a bloodthirsty vigor, and the wounds and bandages on their bodies added to the dangerous atmosphere.

"The gangsters came in! Grandma... I'm scared!"

The little girl with the dirty face hid under the table and looked at the strange visitor in horror.

The old people trembled in fear, but they still stood in front and protected the children behind them.

"It's really not easy to support so many old, weak, sick and disabled people, thanks to you." Johnny Blazer bowed his head slightly to the abbot of the temple.

The other party shook his head and replied: "Originally there were more shelters, but unfortunately the conditions were too poor, and many died of illness."

Johnny comforted: "It's not bad."

"Barren land, brave people." Lynch commented. He knew that he looked hideous, and he quietly retreated into the shadows for fear of scaring the children.

With the recommendation of Master Fang Gan, the refugees gradually began to accept foreigners, but some of them were timid and trembling.

The process of chatting with refugees turned into an endless complaint meeting;
An old lady wiped her tears and said: "My little grandson Kang Si hates going to school the most.
But that day, he ran to the cupboard to get a shotgun, and told me, Grandma, Teacher Belle Kitt was killed by a drug dealer. I hate studying, but the teacher is a good person, and I am going to avenge her. "

The three veterans have all gone through ups and downs. They are used to seeing the cruelty of the world, and they can still keep calm while listening to the refugees complaining. Sigurd Lifa, Wang Hongye and others can't hold back anymore. The more they listen, the more sad they become, and their eyes gradually become moist.

A crippled teenager asks Johnny if the Federation Army of Terra can accommodate disabled people,
The answer is yes. There are constant wars and conflicts in the galaxy. Not only is there a shortage of combatants, but even more civilian staff. Many senior civil servants are disabled people in wheelchairs.

The well-known Lieutenant General Jon RS Barrick is a dwarf patient, and his height is only over one meter, which does not prevent him from becoming a great interstellar naval battle hero in the Mingzhen Milky Way.

The one-legged boy was very excited when he heard this, and expressed that he would study hard and that one day he would wear a blue federal uniform. To encourage him, Johnny took out a battle victory commemorative coin from his pocket and gave it away.

Among the refugees, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there is a kind-faced old man, Uncle Borken, who is the author of the best-selling books "The Borderlands" series.

Lodayev was very surprised. With his huge royalties, Uncle Borken could immigrate to a wealthy planet and settle down long ago. Why did he commit himself to suffering in such a poor place.

The writer replied that the stories he wrote were shocking enough only through personal experience. He wanted to dedicate his life to literature, and he had long neglected fame and fortune. All his income was donated to the monastery to buy food and weapons.

A sullen teenager asked Shaft for a miniature video camera and a memory card,

When asked why, he said that his family members died from overdose of hallucinogens, and he wanted to go to university to study news media and become a reporter, exposing and exposing the dangers of drug abuse to the world.
Shaft happily complied with the boy's request and began to teach him how to use the miniature video camera.

Oleg sighed: "They survive in the stinky gutter, but there are still some people who stretch their necks and look up at the stars. One day, New Vegas will have a hard-working governor, which is still very promising."

A monk shook his head and said: "The vision is very good, but...with the current level of corruption in the Terra Federation, it is difficult to become a reality."

There was also an unpleasant incident. A little girl stole the compressed biscuits of the mercenary Brunhilde, and was caught by Master Fang Gan. Let her return what she stole,
The little girl took the compressed biscuit as a treasure, twisted her temper and refused to let go, and was even more rudely reprimanded by the abbot of the monastery. The adults around her came to persuade it, but it didn’t work. Brunhilde said that the biscuit was given to the child, but it still didn’t work. .

Wang Hongye frowned and said, "Hey... really, what about it? It's just a biscuit. Competing with a child, this old monk is too unreasonable."

The sniper Mehmadi has a different opinion: "Master Fang Gan is right. He is telling children that stealing is a wrong behavior. Once they develop a habit, they will go on evil paths when they grow up. Now beating and scolding are all wrong." Think about the future."

"There's no need to scold so badly...it's unimaginable...this old monk is a monk...swearing in the street is no different from a shrew."

An old man said: "Indeed, Master Fang Gan's mouth smells like a stinky latrine in the dog days. I have also been scolded, but his heart is so clean that it can reflect light. He feeds and protects us homeless people." Old people and children."

"It's better to have a bad mouth and a good heart than a sword in the belly." Shaft said.

Under the persecution of Master Fang Gan, the little girl wiped her tears and handed over the stolen compressed biscuits, bowing her head and apologizing.

Lynch wanted to hand out a handkerchief to wipe the little girl's nose and tears, but when the child raised his head, he was immediately scared back a few steps and shrank under the table.

"Big man, you're scaring the kid."

Master Fang Gan said in a joking tone: "If you make a list of the suitability of adopting orphans, I believe you will definitely be at the bottom of the list."

"Hmph, annoying little guy, judge people by their appearance."

Lynch seemed a little disappointed, his good intentions were always misinterpreted because of his appearance: "Master, how can I make the children accept me."

"Human beings are visual animals, so it's so difficult for your appearance to not attract people's dislike!"

The old monk still kept his ruthless habit, then he seemed to remember something, turned around, and pointed to a broken wooden box in the corner:

"It's a relic of a wandering singer, a guy like you, rather apologetic looking, with a decent heart, who traveled around with a guitar and a gun, chose to stay and help us, and played whenever he could, boys I like it very much.

The wandering singer died a few months ago in a battle guarding the monastery, got a bullet between the eyebrows, it was even uglier, we buried him by the lake behind the monastery, try him if you want kids to get close to you Methods.

Captain Marcus Lynch strode over, took out an acoustic guitar from the broken box, and gently wiped the dust on it:
(How can we appease the frightened elderly and children and let them fall asleep peacefully...)
He remembered the song he wrote in the barracks during the war, tightened the strings, sat on the broken box, and began to play and sing:
"

hello,
Little sister,

It's already winter in my hometown,

that cobblestone path,
Whether it has been covered by heavy snow.

Brother me,

looking up at the sky,
With the light of dawn,
Bloody meteors pierced the battlefield sky,
Like a knife cutting through the belly of a fish,
please, little sister,

don't tell mom
I am on the front lines.

The air suddenly became humid,

Soon it was raining heavily,
Wet the uniform,
Wounded birds cry in the mud,
And the howling wounded,

War is a hundred times crueler than imagined.

Comrades are still sleeping soundly,

The air smells of sweat,

Brother Johnny, my company commander,

And my good brother Oleg,

I bet they both survived.

I miss you, little girl,
don't tell mom
I serve on the front line.

The bugle blows,

Brothers wake up,

Bring grenades and bayonets.

A signal flare rises slowly,

The Spartan company was about to charge.

Little sister, bro, please,
don't tell mom
I serve on Tal'darin.

"

(This lyrics is adapted from the song "Письмосестрёнке" during the Soviet-Afghan war period)
(End of this chapter)