Zerg Swinger

The flames of war continued. Every day, the same burst of bullets, the buzzing of airplanes, and the painful wailing of wounded soldiers tortured Ellis's already fragile nerves.

The always harsh and strict boss did not issue substantive punishment for Irving's impulsive actions. He only issued a verbal warning. His frosty face was like standing in front of the recruits for training three years ago, unchanged.

The passing of Angie brought Ellis' mind to another world. The people he had been observing with numb eyes and labelled as foe and us in the past few days became alive in an instant, their screams, their mess, their bodies rickety, Like wild dogs, one by one walked into his field of vision, active in front of him.

When Owen walked into his lounge, he didn't even notice it.

Owen walked to his side and sat down.

"Are you asleep today?"

"No, the sound is very noisy at night."

Owen took out a scratched metal cigarette case from his crumpled coat pocket, pressed the paddle, a cigarette popped out, held it in his mouth, and set fire to it.

"Come on?" Owen took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and exhaled smoke.

"No, thank you." Ellis subconsciously refused.

"Come on, you haven't slept for a few days, and your spirits are too bad." Owen pinched the cigarette with **** and stuffed it into Ellis's mouth.

"Thanks." Ellis took the fire from Owen, his pale fingers trembled and lit the cigarette.

The burning sensation from nicotine spreads in the mouth.

Ellis exhaled heavily, as if to spit out the frustration of the past few days.

"...Angie, did you find it?" Ellis half-opened his eyes, peering into Owen's expression through his eyes.

Look at Owen,

"I found it, I found it early." Irving looked nonchalant, but his back was instantly stretched, and the strength of the index and middle fingers clamped the cigarette holder into an oval. "About 100 meters northeast of the crater you said, I found only Half of mechas and unrecognizable corpses."

"That, that's really, too miserable." Ellis shivered and looked away. He felt that Owen's pretentious expression was actually full of mockery and questioning.

"Speaking of, why he himself was blown out so far, but the nameplate is in your hands." Owen pretended to be relaxed, "Moreover, you only saw his nameplate, but you didn't find his body, so you hurried back to tell me He is dead, which is really weird."

"I, I really don't know. At the time, my mind was blank, and I couldn't find him no matter how I looked. I thought he was dead."

"Then he really died." Owen sneered and stroked Ellis' hair.

Ellis is the same age as them, but both he and Angie agree that Ellis’s mental age is only three years old. He has simple ideas and simple thinking. He acts entirely on impulse. Do whatever he thinks of. If he likes it, he will devote great enthusiasm. The hatred is also single-minded.

"I know you are only three years old, but when I heard the news, I didn't become only three years old." Owen looked into the distance, "I also hope that he is not dead, but things are contrary to my wishes."

"Owen, the night you had a fever, I heard what you said in a coma."

"Huh?" Irving let out a breath of smoke.

"You said the poem that Irving read most often, and you said'you are the snow in my palm'."

"Yeah." Owen smiled, squeezed out the cigarette, lifted the sole of the shoe to squeeze out the cigarette butt. "When he was in college, he wrote to laugh at me. He and I didn't look at each other at first, although we were accidentally friends with you, but neither Stop digging in secretly."

At first, he and Angie couldn’t see each other. Angie said he was a brash man with a physique. He thought Angie was full of impractical waste. You come and I will ridicule and mock each other for a few rounds. Everyone knows that they are not good. , But Ellis, who was closest to them, couldn't tell.

"He wrote me a poem using pink envelope paper. He was not short of money or paper. It happened to be crumpled toilet paper with burrs on the inside. He also stepped on a footprint with his foot. Wrote this poem."

Owen read slowly:

"The wind drifts lightly,

The clouds fly by.

God comes with frost and snow,

Entrust you to me.

You are the snow in my palm,

Fell from my fingers,

Fall to the ground,

Stained with soil,

White body, innocently

Stepped on by me.

That's it! "

Owen couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know when he rewritten this poem on a bookmark, it was still in the textbook, and he took it with him wherever he went."

"It may not be appropriate for me to ask this now. When did you guys get together?" Ellis whispered.

"In fact, it's nothing. We were together more than two months ago. At that time, the relationship was just settled. I want to wait until it stabilizes before telling you."

When he was with Angie, the first thing he considered was Alice’s feelings. He was afraid that Alice would not be able to accept his two same-sex friends together. He and Angie had a family, but Alice was an orphan. He felt abandoned, so he didn't tell him.

But this is absolutely impossible to say now.

"Ah." Ellis sighed, "You were so obvious, but I didn't see that you were already together. An Ji was with you that day, but I asked An Ji to accompany me on the battlefield, and finally killed him... "

Owen heard Ellis talk about this scene several times. Emotionally, he didn’t complain about Ellis in his heart, but put himself in the position, even if it was him and Angie, but when the bomb came, he would instinctively push the people around him. open.

Owen knows exactly who Angie is and what choices he will make.

Angie is an idealist. At first, he was sharp and unconcealed. Later, he learned to cover up with a playful appearance.

When confessing, Anji tilted his head and said to him:

"I will die on the battlefield out of ten in the future. You have to be mentally prepared.

But well, I live one day, and one day belongs to you until I die. "

That bastard!

Before Owen had time to prepare, he hurriedly sacrificed his life for the brilliance in his heart.

Anji has so little time for him.

Owen was immersed in an indescribable grief.

Ellis looked at Irving and quietly withdrew, leaving the field to Irving.

Exiting the camp, Ellis covered his eyes with his hands, and moist tears flowed down.

His mind never seemed to leave Owen on the day he passed away. He thought Angie would pull the curtains and walk out at any time and greet him in a gentle and tired voice. He hated his many small actions in the past that did not take Angie into consideration. In the dormitory, he woke Angie who was lying on Owen’s bed with such rude means; he did not say anything seriously about what Angie shared for him. thanks.

Anji's voice and smile, and the words in his ear, made his thoughts twisted.

The most nasty and dirty words in the world can be applied to his Ellis.

How hateful he is.

Upon receiving the notice of return, it was as unexpected as the conscription at the beginning of the battle.

The boss sent a notice requesting all remaining Siming troops to return to the airship the next day, and there will be old troops from other military districts to support it.

However, the war is still noisy, and the Siming Army has a lot of supplementary personnel. This battle has been stuck for a long time. How can it be so simple to ask for a return trip?

Ellis still got the answer from Delov, who has a family background.

It is said that it was because the males of a certain noble family turned into females and mixed into the recruits that Siming received this year. In the past few days, the family found out that their precious male son had come to the dangerous battlefield. Unsure of Xiongzi's pseudonym, the impatient elders simply resorted to means to insert the military headquarters and demand that all Siming troops return to Chongxing.

Chongxing’s campaign is still in a period of expansion, there are battles everywhere, there is a huge demand for military females, and the procedures for expropriating females are not very strict.

However, Alliston was moving around the world.

In the end, their return was not because of victory or defeat, but because the noble male sneaked into the army to participate in the war.

When the battlefield needed them, they hurriedly pulled them over.

The nobleman needed male sons, and hurriedly pushed them back.

The death of the military female turned into a string of numbers and a report. No one cares about them fighting on the battlefield, walking on the edge of life and death, no one cares about their blood and tears, their grief.

Just for a male.

Just for a male.

Hehe, Ellis laughed out loud.