death of hope

Chapter 340 "Corporate Warrior" (255) Psychological Burden

Second video

Time: unknown

Location: Terra Federation home planet

Colombia, the outskirts of Medellin

A bumpy truck bed covered in digital camouflage canvas.

The first-person perspective character wears green army trousers, holds rifle bullets in his hand, and fills the magazine one by one,

Occasionally, snowflakes and horizontal lines appear on the screen, but fortunately, the audio is still clear.

The roar of high-power diesel engines, the crunch of wheels crushing dead branches, the chirping of insects and birds.

Qi Guwale was sitting on the opposite seat, injured, and his head was wrapped with a bandage. At this time, he had grown a beard, and he was no longer the handsome boy in the first video. More mature, vicissitudes.

He was sharpening his bayonet with a rough whetstone, and was chatting with his girlfriend, Miss Christina, and the content of the chat seemed to be old events when Gewaler was in the army:

"On the second day of the battle, an interesting thing happened." Qi Gewale said happily: "It seems that the commanders of both sides were thinking about defeating the opponent's right wing, and they kept increasing their troops and requesting air strikes and shelling. tilt twist,

And so on until the afternoon of the third day, and guess what!The positions of our army and the rebels were switched, and the 224 highland, which had been unable to attack for a long time, was easily taken by us.

The rebel supply convoy drove over and mistook us for friendly troops. This group of unlucky ghosts was captured by our scout troops with their people and vehicles.

There were 12 cars of fuel, shells, chocolates, cigarettes and spirits. The brothers were so happy that I drank unconsciously that night and fell asleep like a dead pig.

The next day, I opened my eyes in a daze, and the helmet was scorched by the sun. I looked at the watch and found that it was already noon. I heard the shouts on the radio, and the brothers had already defeated the rebel front and started chasing them.

I turned out of the trench with bare feet, forgot to even take my rifle, I was holding my helmet in one hand, and was busy fastening the buttons of my military uniform with the other hand, just in a daze, staggering and running to catch up.

It seemed to have rained last night, and the bombarded ground became extremely muddy. Occasionally, the corpses of rebels soaked in the mud were shot in the back. This was a big victory.

Participated in the most difficult stages of the battle, but missed the moment of enjoying victory, no one would be reconciled to this!

He was still in a hurry, fell down many times, vomited out the dinner of the previous day, and lost his helmet and military uniform. He was shirtless and only wore a pair of big underpants.

After about a mile, we came across one of our open jeeps, its wheels stuck in the mud, and two soldiers were pushing it, so I went over to help without thinking twice.

The machine gunner in the car saw someone coming, shouted, put the barrel of the Browning machine gun on my chest,

He couldn't move, and even regarded me as a deserter from the rebel army!I raised my hands and said don't shoot, my own people, but he still didn't believe it.

The officer in the back seat of the jeep glanced back at me. It was Major Stadner, the chief of staff of our division, and recognized me as a commando soldier. I also admitted that I was drunk.

At that time I was very young, just after my 16th birthday, I falsely reported my age to join the army, and fought hard, so the major didn't punish me too much, and asked the driver to decide how to deal with this kid who got drunk.

The jeep driver threw me four anti-skid chains and fined me to put on the wheels, which made me covered in mud. At that time, I was a little fat, like a piggy rolling in the slop tank. The big pants are still open.

What's more terrible is that the media reporters were taking pictures beside me, taking pictures of my unlucky appearance, and even coded my crotch pants, what the hell, it's better not to code them!Made me look like a streaking pervert!

It was broadcast on the news station during the prime time, and during that time, the society was dead, the comrades couldn’t breathe from laughing, and the little nurse who had pursued me never talked to me again.”

Miss Christina hugged Qi Guwale, with a strange look of wanting to laugh but holding back her laughter, which seemed to be scruples.

An afro-haired young man next to him grinned, and then explained, "We won, so we should be happier. Being dead can't heal the wounded, and it can't revive Brother Brady. It can only make everyone feel more depressed."

"That's what I mean when I tell jokes." Qi Gewale looked into the carriage and looked at the wounded lying on the stretcher:

"When it was in service, the Federal Army had a modular medical cabin with an independent power supply system.

It can be loaded on all-terrain tracked vehicles, tank chassis, and even heavy trucks like the current one...It's a pity we don't have that kind of conditions, otherwise Brady can be rescued...Blame me...blame me...not prepared medical supplies ..."

"Boss...don't blame yourself anymore, you can't do better, more than 30 people drove more than 200 drug dealers all over the mountain, and even killed the big drug lord Ben Austin, and the brothers in Colombia all worship you. "

"Ben Austin wanted to stop the war and instead cooperate with us, but I rejected it flatly. We must not let these evil spirits tarnish our ideals! It is precisely because they refuse to cooperate...they will desperately resist..."

Qi Gewale, who was still telling jokes a few minutes ago, suddenly lowered his head:

"This trip to Colombia helped the local comrades defeat the drug lords. Brady died, and Johnny and Duncan were seriously injured. They are all old comrades who followed me in Havana... The local comrades also sacrificed three people ...

As the commander of the joint operation, I am very guilty..."

"There is no one who survives a war," Miss Christina comforted, "It's not your fault. Besides, you were injured in order to cover everyone's retreat, and your head was almost blown off. My dear, you belong to the commune." emotional support."

After seeing this in the video, Lynch suddenly pressed the pause button.

"What's up, boss?" Mahmadi asked.

"Nothing... just remembering some old things..."

Lynch felt a headache, a surge of acid in his stomach, a sign of PTSD, and his hands and feet began to feel cold.

Sigurdriefa sighed distressedly, unscrewed the medicine bottle with the words "Trazodone Trazodone", an antidepressant drug prescribed by a psychiatrist, passed warm water, and looked at Lynch Take four tablets and pat him on the back.

"It's scary... Boss, does this happen often..." Wang Hongye asked worriedly.

"Not often, I haven't had an attack for several weeks..." Sigdrifa screwed on the medicine bottle: "It's only when it's stimulated."

At this time, the antidepressants took effect, and Marcus Lynch's headache was relieved. He closed his eyes, and the voice of his comrades in the Spartan company echoed in his ears:

"Company commander! It's not your fault! There are too many enemy troops! You've done enough!"

Before he knew it, he had reached an empathy with Qi Guwale. Lynch felt as if he had experienced a nightmare, sweating all over his head, slowly opened his eyes, and murmured:
"Whenever that happens, I remind myself that this is my fault."

(End of this chapter)