Chapter 168

Thick smoke billowing in the air shrouded the landing site, blurred the traces of stars and filtered the moonlight into a dirty gray.

The continuous falling dust attached everything to a smooth and greasy surface.

Campfires were scattered, soldiers huddled together to warm and promote feelings, and some worked hard in defensive positions to pull the destroyed sentinels and chimera armored vehicles back to their positions.

At intervals, there are outward facing bunkers excavated for the deployment of automatic guns, heavy explosives and laser guns.

If the green skin again, then they will come from this direction.

But everyone knows that the green skin will not come. They have been destroyed in the orbital bombing not long ago. There may not be many green skins on this satellite.

But the daily routine is not less.

Eric stood by the track of a chimera parked in the bunker, looking for any traces of movement on the horizon.

But there was nothing but the orange flame flickering in the distance.

The hazy cold light bathed the former battlefield in black and white. Eric sat listlessly on the side of the armored vehicle and fell into meditation. Finally, he sighed, shook his head and touched his pockets one by one, trying to find a cigarette.

Finally, he found one in his left chest pocket.

The young political prevarication knocked the cigarette distributed by the military affairs department on the armor rhythmically, and then lit it.

He twisted the cigarette, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with smoke, and tried to make a judgment on what happened today.

At the same time, he could hear the soldiers of the 4337 regiment working behind him.

Most of them have recovered from the shock and are preparing for tomorrow's transfer.

Some of them were still whispering excitedly about the arrival of the star soldiers, and were constantly amazed at the incredible achievements accomplished by these legendary soldiers.

Rumors and legends swept through the camp like an infectious disease, revitalizing everyone and shaking with excitement.

But strictly speaking, not everyone.

For example, company commander Miller sat alone and looked at the body in front of him.

The soldiers were still lying where they died, and there was no time to collect their bodies all day, because the green bodies were mixed with them, and the mixed blood soaked the earth - at best, a fire burned all their bodies.

In just one afternoon, more than half of the 4337 regiment were killed, and Miller's company was reduced by two-thirds.

Eric sighed.

These are also his soldiers, who have been good people through life and death.

But because of his duty, he had to call some of them cowards.

He took another breath, and Eric exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the night sky.

For a moment, he felt that he had tasted the blood seeping into the soil.

coward.

The word stuck in his mind like a piece of hot carbon.

Something really happened, some soldiers did turn and run away, and he solved everyone himself - which made his head ache.

Glancing at the line of defense, Eric saw several people sitting alone in silence.

They were obviously worried, so they temporarily left their comrades in arms and stared at the place of the daytime massacre.

Those brilliant stories about star soldiers are of no use to them. The small flames on their cigarettes mark them in the dark, like fireflies on the defense line.

Eric didn't want to punish them for stopping working.

Most people work enthusiastically driven by optimism. He is glad that his men can deal with everything independently - the last thing they need is political prevarication, shouting their cowardice and betrayal.

Everyone knows what happened.

Some people choose to forget to erase their fear of the coming battle.

Others rely on themselves to explore the last trace of tenacious will in their bodies.

Suddenly, a voice came from the bunker behind him.

"Sir? Is everything all right?"

It was his orderly again, probably with a giggle, holding a cup of Tanner tea.

"All right, soldier."

Eric turned his head and squeezed a smile out of his tired face.

"Everything is fine"

"Would you like more Tanner tea?"

Eric laughed. As he expected, the soldiers were also worried about him.

"No, thank you. I'm fine."

When the orderly climbed back to the bunker and rejoined his comrades in arms, Eric shook his head again, threw his cigarette on the ground, stepped on it with his boots, and pressed down his previous uneasiness.

Star soldiers are a gift from the emperor. They are the most powerful soldiers in the Empire. They are carefully selected from thousands of planets and have been trained for decades.

If it were not for the star soldiers, the position would fall. Compared with these legendary soldiers, it seems that mortals have a little defect.

He believes that their performance today will never leave the impression of cowards in the hearts of star soldiers. Some soldiers are afraid, but more are brave and good people.

There's no need to be picky about everyone.

Just when the battle of Freon V stopped, the star Knights also joined the bitter Walker Battle Group, which had been fighting for a long time. The latter invited the former to be a guest on the eternal night, the flagship of the battle group.

The second meeting of the two regiments was launched at a banquet.

Yongye is a large combat barge with a separate assembly hall, which is full of primitive flavor - flames leaping between stone steps, sparks splashing in incense, and curling smoke clouds lifted to the high arched wooden ceiling.

Rolls of scarlet silk hung from the top of the iron flagpole, telling the great achievements of the battle regiment in formal poetry.

The waiters brought a large plate of food, each dressed in various national costumes on the battle group's mother star supole, and the music from the ancient piano fluttered among the noise of conversation.

"Ha!"

The two battle commanders sat down on the high platform, flanked by the command levels of the two battle regiments.

In front of everyone was an open space paved with stone slabs, each of which was taken from the ancient mountains of supole.

Soldiers in ceremonial robes stood on the three borders of the site. Their faces were bronze in the light of the fire, and the trays on the table were filled with almost unprocessed raw meat.

In the open space, two fighters circle around each other, each holding a dull cast iron blade.

One was wearing a black leather tights, the other was silver gray.

Their faces are fixed by pure concentration.

The silver gray soldier is slightly shorter, the black one is slightly tall, and in other aspects, they are almost the same.

Soshyan examined them carefully, leaning back on the flat chair and chewing.

Lord Mazar sat next to him, threw an empty glass in his hand and motioned the waiter to get some more.

"Hum!"

The silver gray soldier started first and swung a blow.

The man in black immediately responded, distanced himself and fought back.

They collided with each other. Their limbs were blurred and their blades were hazy. Under the swinging blood red light, they looked like two pieces of ceramic fragments with different colors.

The fighting lasted a little longer, the soldiers' conversation gradually subsided, and the music was over.

Soon, the only sound was the panting after struggling, the sliding of leather covered feet between the floors, and the whistling of the intersection of blades.

Sweat splashed everywhere, and the heavy blade was sonorous for a time.

The purpose of the competition is only to deepen the friendship between the two battle groups. It is a test of concentration and agility, not a dead fight and brute force.