Chapter 24

Since his rescue, soshyan has been isolated from the world.

In the first few days after the battle, he was only allowed to stay in the infirmary. Although he tried to stop it, the medic took off his power armor - but he never let the power armor backpack out of his sight, nor allowed anyone to touch it.

During his medical treatment, he learned that the fleet of mechanical education had come to collect the wreckage of the world engine. They were always obsessed with these alien technologies.

Even soshyan heard that the bishop of the mechanical church complained to vinnistan about why he had smashed the world engine.

After the treatment, he was not allowed to leave. Although venitilius did not say the reason, he was very clear.

He was directly transmitted from sub space to the bridge. The War Regiment priest had every reason to suspect that he had been polluted by chaos, so he had to go through a series of observations and considerations to ensure his purity.

On the other hand, venitilius also said frankly that the loss of this operation is too huge. He must carefully report this situation to his superiors, and soshyan, as the only survivor of the regiment, must hide in the dark before the final conclusion is reached.

Venitilius also has his own honor to defend.

But such thinking was strange to soshyan.

Within the star knights, justice is always the top priority in the minds of leaders, not politics.

However, soshyan also understands that as a start-up group with a large number of subgroups, the needs of extreme soldiers and the soldiers living in it are far more complex than a subgroup. The key is that the star knight is in principle a subgroup of the imperial fist.

This battle is so painful that the extreme soldiers must give a reasonable explanation to the imperial fist.

In this regard, soshyan did not care about them, or their superior battle head.

Now he only cares about his own responsibilities and the future of the regiment that has been virtually destroyed.

This mentality enriched soshyan's life on the ship.

He rejected the luxury cabin provided by venitilius and sought solitude on the lower deck as his own space.

Venitilius visited him once during his recovery and sent him a set of power armor repair materials - now everyone on board knows that soshyan refuses anyone to touch his power armor, even if it is damaged.

No one knows the real reason. Everyone thinks he is remembering his lost comrades in arms.

Although there had been fierce quarrels before, soshyan accepted the gift with gratitude and soon applied the superficial skills he learned to his armor.

Although star soldiers are soldiers, they also have to learn how to simply repair their equipment, including power armor.

However, soshyan's skill is very general. Most of the time, he only uses thick nails to fix the repaired armor in the broken position, which makes his power armor look like an ancient object decades ago.

"I can't imagine your obsession with your broken power, soshyan."

As he lowered his head and tinkled, a familiar voice sounded at the entrance of the cabin.

Part of the room has been turned into a crude training ground by soshyan. His bed is a hard pallet, which is no better than the operating bed in the medical room. It is stuffed in the corner from a distance, and his weapons are placed in front of the bed.

Soshyan heard vennitilus's voice, stopped and put down the beating right wrist guard.

"As I said, I hope not to be disturbed, sir."

Soshyan said briefly, without a trace of emotion.

Venitilius stepped into the flickering light of the fire. In the room, soshyan set up several makeshift, burning braziers for lighting.

"Are you really not going to change to a new one?"

"I'll say it when I need it, sir."

Venitilius glanced at soshyan's riveted armor.

"It doesn't look solid. Maybe you can leave it to our technical sergeant."

Soshyan sat back on the ground and began to carry out each repair step accurately and methodically.

"My company commander often tells me that nothing is more reliable than his own hands, except your brother."

"I see."

Venitilius continued to circle in soshyan's cabin. He could see the sweat gathered in the scar deeply engraved on soshyan's face, which was a boast of his bravery.

"It's getting heavier and heavier, isn't it?"

Hearing this mindless remark, soshyang stopped and began to think about what the extreme warrior wanted to say, but immediately realized that he meant something else.

So he turned to venitilius.

"You're not here to discuss repair techniques, are you, commander seven?"

"I'm surprised you didn't ask about the follow-up of the war."

"Aliens and their dirty tombs have been destroyed. We have paid a heavy price. What else to say?"

Venitilius frowned.

"Have you ever wondered why amurad only wanted to save you?"

"This is about our regiment."

The extreme warrior narrowed his eyes.

"When our think tank told me that amurad asked to rescue a recruit, I almost thought he was crazy again."

Soshyan's face immediately became serious. If vinnistan continued to speak unkindly, he would go up and teach the other party a lesson - even if he was on the other party's warship.

"But after seeing you, I probably understand why he did this. You are a very excellent soldier. Even in our regiment, there are few people with your characteristics. Maybe the second company commander..."

With that, venitilius' eyes drifted from soshyan's serious face to a point behind him.

"Ah..."

Soshyan followed venitilius' eyes, turned his head, and finally realized that the other party was looking at his iron halo.

"A memorial?"

"The memorial is for the dead. It represents a responsibility. Before it, I made an oath - I will rebuild the regiment."

Soshyan turned his head, looked at vennitilus, and swallowed the rest of his memory back to his stomach.

"Say what you came here to say."

There was anger in the embers in his eyes.

"During this time, we restrained the bodies in space. Because the explosion was too violent, we found only 584 bodies, most of them incomplete, including... Amurad."

Although the warship was as warm as spring, the cabin was as cold as empty at this time.

"Did you see his body?"

"Yes, I am also very sad. He... He is a great soldier. 2.1 billion creatures have been redeemed because of your sacrifice."

Venitilius stepped forward and tried to put his hand on soshyan's shoulder as a consolation, but the other party withdrew to refuse.

"Don't try to comfort me, sir."

Soshyan said coldly:

"Your power armor is splashed with blood! You won't get any honor in this war, only shame."

"Soshyan."

Soshyan raised his hand and told him to shut up.

"I've always been taught to be the master of my emotions, so we won't lose our temper because of such stimulation, but that doesn't mean I've forgiven you."

"But there's something you should probably have a look at."

Venitilius's words made soshyang suspicious, but he left the cabin with the other party and boarded a thunder eagle.

A few minutes later, when the thunder eagle's cabin door opened, soshyang was stunned.

"This --"

This is a platform floating in the void. Soldiers from various combat groups are listed on both sides of the road. At the end of the main road paved with black bricks, there is a towering monument.

At a glance, soshyan recognized that its material was the broken fragments of the world engine, which were also decorated with the remains of a large number of space dead. In the center of the monument, there were only three silver plated numbers - 771.

Soshyang walked towards the monument step by step like a dream. With each step, the name of a fighting brother would come to his mind.

Their figures seemed to be reflected on the other end of the monument, staring at him quietly.

Axel, Nader, Okam, fix

When he came to the monument, he saw a broken silver gray helmet quietly placed on the base in a circle of burning candles, with two crossed battle axes in front.

"We mourn here."

Venitius came to soshyan and looked at the towering monument.

"The world will always remember the heroes who fought and died on the battlefield. As the new war commander, their names will be read by you... In the ancient era of the great expedition, each of our warships will record the names of the war dead. Now we will restore this ancient habit here."

Under the gaze of all the star soldiers, soshyan was silent for a long time, and finally broke the silence himself.

His voice was as heavy as this monument.

"Atto amurad, gene seed not recovered, massayak, gene seed not recovered, hailarshi, gene seed not recovered, Salax, gene seed not recovered..."