death of hope

Chapter 218 "Corporate Warrior" (134) Decision

"A brigade?"

"Mixed strengthened brigade, more than 5000 people."

"It's too aggressive for such a small number of people to attack the defense forces of the entire planet."

"The main force is the locals, not us,

Our task is to assist the civilian guerrillas and private chaebols in Charmila, provide them with arms and training guidance, and guide the local opposition forces to overthrow the traitor's rule. "

"The days you wrote in the notepad were miserable..."

"The rainforest of Charmila is a green hell,
The climate is humid and hot. Huge mosquitoes, bloodthirsty beasts, turbid rivers, and even green plants that seem harmless to humans and animals are all aggressive and can release poisonous miasma.

Before the fight officially started, there were dozens of non-combat attrition, not to mention those rebels who are good at jungle ambushes,
Every piece of grass may be covered with landmines, every tree top may hide a sniper, and every flying bird may be a camouflaged drone. "

"My God...the things you wrote..."

"Yes, it's all true, nothing invented.

At the end of the fight, only about [-] people survived in the entire airborne brigade. This was the first fiasco I had ever suffered since I joined the army. If it wasn't for the desperate assistance of the locals, I would have died there long ago. "

Sigurdlifa seemed to remember something, and said with a jealous expression: "You wrote... There is a guerrilla girl who treats you very well and gives you food all day long."

"That girl, her name is Alicia Ball, she treats me well not because she likes my ugly face, but for other reasons. I rescued her father during the anti-siege operation, and shortly afterwards, she and Her guerrillas were charred in a carpet bombing."

"Look at me...sorry for bringing this up..."

"It's okay, I've experienced this kind of thing too much, and I'm numb."

"When did the insomnia begin?"

"Indeed, the tropical rainforest of Charmila is humid and hot, full of poisonous insects. It doesn't stop until midnight every day. You have to get up at four o'clock to play your life. Everyone is so sleepy that they have panda eyes. Everyone joked that they wake up naturally in order to sleep. Feel comfortable, death is worth it.”

"Actually... I also really like to stay in bed, but every day when I wake up, I think about owing someone else a debt, scolding my prodigal father, getting out of the warm bed, and going to study early in the morning."

"Who doesn't like to live a comfortable life? It's so cool to stay at home and play games and watch dramas. They are all forced out. We are the same in this regard. During those days, Charmila was really sleepy and sleepy. After that, Anxiety attacks developed and I have been suffering from insomnia to this day."

"Let the rebels suppress and fight the whole time, and you can't take a good rest. It's really lucky that you can hold on for a month before retreating."

"Looking at it today, it's because we don't want to disappoint the locals,
Even if the common people are high-spirited, how can we so-called federal soldiers, so-called professionals, give up easily? The traitor Tudi expropriates and extorts money, which is unpopular, and people are trying their best to help the airborne brigade.

Those days were really moving. Farmers carried bamboo baskets through minefields and brought us bloody rice.

In order to help the medical team break out, the guerrillas launched a never-returning attack, just to gain a few minutes.

The evangelical nuns hid the wounded soldiers in the cellar of the monastery, and would rather die than speak out, and were crucified by the rebels in the end. "

"Shameless traitors! They should be hacked to pieces!" Sigurdriff said with a rage on his face, "I finally understand why the capital ship was used to carry out orbital bombing, and the traitor Valerian II was killed in the palace gone."

"You understand because you trust what I said, but most people in the Federation didn't understand at that time, because the enemy paid a high price to hire the media to spread rumors."

Lynch shook his head helplessly and said:
"Because of the failure of the previous actions, we were described by the media as young soldiers who eat free food, waste of taxpayers' money,

The paid media slandered us for indiscriminate killing of rebel prisoners of war. During those days, anti-war rallies continued. "

"You idiots! Don't you have your own judgment, and you're always being led by the media! It's really... so mad at me!"

Sigurdriefa tried to stand up and shake his fist to vent his anger, but failed because of the pain in his toe: "The Crowd is written correctly! There are tens of thousands of human beings, and most of them are fools!"

"If it weren't for the fiasco in Charmila Jungle, it would not be impossible for me to become a school-level officer. Hey, forget it, it's all over, at least I'm still alive, but I have sequelae. I can always sleep well after taking sleeping pills." Good sleep."

Lynch knew that he had lied, that he had never enjoyed a restful sleep, never.

I don't know if it's because of the side effects of sleeping pills, but he always had nightmares. His past was just one nightmare after another.

war, death...

Lynch forced himself not to think too much, picked up the book, tore off the plastic seal, and flipped through a few pages:
"The author of the Nobel Prize in Literature is extraordinary. I have a hunch that this "Life, Death, Love" will still win the award. I hope that uncle can live to that day."

Seeing the other party's forced smile, and the scars caused by the vicious dogs and the flames of war, Sigdrifa thought worriedly:
(Poor man, like the title, with despair and death all around,

Comrades changed one after another, the dog tags of the dead filled the box, and life became a stagnant pool of nothing new. As for love and family, I dare not expect extravagantly for a long time.

He is a successful person with money and status, and he can't stop and rest, he has become numb.

only fighting,

Constantly fighting, getting hurt.

Pain and bleeding can stimulate the veteran's increasingly sluggish nerves and make him feel that he is still alive. )
A mental storm was raging, and Sigurdriefa's brain became hot, and she put aside all scruples, and shouted loudly for no reason:

"Captain! Let's date!"

"Are you... are you crazy? What are you yelling!"

Lynch was so frightened that he almost dropped the book into the water, and looked worriedly at the monk in the distance: "Fortunately, no one else heard it."

"I was serious."

"What the hell! Don't make trouble! Sig, what's wrong with you? Get close to the chief? For promotion and salary increase?"

"Not really."

"Then you... sympathize with me, a veteran with PTSD?"

"There are reasons, but not all."

"Then why exactly?"

"Look at the cover of this book, the author's message; there are two keys to love, a beautiful skin and an interesting soul."

"Obviously, I have neither."

"Stop pretending, captain, you keep peeking at me."

"You little girl really feels good about yourself! I'm supervising you to prevent you from getting into trouble and causing trouble to the team!"

"Why did you lend me your personal notebook? A normal person should refuse."

This time it was Lynch's turn to be speechless, and it took several seconds before he replied, "Ah, it's... because you were seriously injured at the time, and I couldn't bear to refuse."

"Why are you trying to make excuses? Is it because you are afraid of society, or because you look down on me because of my poor conditions."

"Guess what, two people who are completely wrong, what are you talking about! Waste of time!"

"Don't deny it anymore, we have similar views of good and evil, similar aesthetic preferences, like old black and white movies, and listen to vinyl records..."

"Enough! Stop talking!"

Lynch stood up suddenly: "I don't need anyone's sympathy!"

"Unexpectedly, a macho man would also be shy."

Sigurdlifa said with a smirk, "Sir, you dare to charge against the machine gun position, but you dare not face a woman's confession. You look cute in embarrassment."

"You are so cute!"

Captain Marcus Lynch dragged his muscular body away from the lake, and returned to the monastery cursing. His usual steady pace became flustered, and he almost fell when he went down the stairs.

At this time, Mad Dog Johnny was squatting under the wall to polish his leather boots with a cigarette in his mouth.
Seeing my old friend Lynch passing by in a hurry, seeing myself not saying hello, looking restless, sometimes with a stern ugly face, and sometimes with a big grin and a smirk inexplicably, I can't tell that this guy is thinking What.

(I've never seen that guy's expression before, could it be?)
Like a kid who just finished playing a prank, Johnny Blazer slapped his hands, threw down his half-polished leather boots, and ran towards Sapphire Lake.

From a distance, the blonde woman was limping back, with a smile on her face.

Seeing Johnny, she raised her slender arm and made a V sign with her fingers.

(End of this chapter)