Chapter 119： The most shining military soul

Pressure, a dreary feeling lingered in my heart, as if a huge boulder was pressed on my chest, almost suffocating. More and more sentinels raised their guns, their index fingers trembling slightly on the trigger, sweat spreading along the palm lines.

"Don't...don't shoot." A sentry in the front shouted loudly, and he didn't know whether it was to the companion behind him or Tang Fang.

"My own person is my own person." Squinting his eyes and carefully examining the power armor on Tang Fang and others, the sentry's voice suddenly increased by several decibels. A ray of smile bloomed on his mouth, adding a gleam to the gloomy night.

Before, when launching a general attack on the Sea Falcon Commando, he had the privilege of seeing friendly soldiers wearing this type of power armor. It can be said unceremoniously that without them, everyone is afraid that they are still hiding in various bunkers as turtles. Without them, the Sea Falcon Commando might still whistle and spit, and give them a sneer. .

A squad of less than 40 people resolutely took on the main mission and successfully tore the sea falcon commando's steel line of defense, like a throat-sealing sword, plunged into the enemy's throat.

They have completed tasks that are almost impossible to complete. Each of them has a fighting capacity of one to ten, or even twenty or thirty. Every time they charge side by side with them, their colleagues will burst out infinite courage and infinite confidence. They turned to a guiding light on the battlefield, leading everyone to victory.

Almost every insurgent soldier is proud to be able to fight alongside them. If they are fortunate enough to see the wonderful showdown between them, or even a number of Sea Falcon commandos, is a capital to brag about in front of their colleagues.

Undoubtedly, after experiencing the Makanda counterattack, they have become idols in the hearts of the soldiers of the Union Army of Northern Jiangsu. Even Stilwell, Schonet and others will be "Taros" and "Taroso". "Handing over a cigarette, making a joke or two, as an honor.

This battle can win the final victory, defeat the Sea Falcon Commando, and successfully rescue the Alliance command system, 99% of them are credited.

"The second brigade and third company of the Union Army of Northern Jiangsu, Croft Kirk, salute you." The young sentry lowered his gun, took a step forward, and gave a very standard military salute to Tang Fang, who was walking away. Although he didn't know where these more than 100 people came from and what they had done, this did not prevent him from respecting them.

"Relax, relax, Sergeant Croft." Looking up and scanning his epaulettes, Tang Fang patted his shoulder vigorously: "The battle in the factory is over?"

"Report sir, it's almost over, your teammates are doing the final cleanup work." Croft said respectfully.

"I said let you relax, don't be so nervous." Tang Fang patted him on the shoulder again: "Also, don't call my chief, just call me Tarosa."

"Yes... It's long... Oh, no... Tarot..." Croft found that he couldn't call the name Tarosa at all. The admiration and longing in his heart didn't allow him to be straight. Call by name.

Seeing this scene, Tang Fang couldn't help shaking his head: "I'm going in first. Tonight, get a good night's sleep. There should be no more wars."

After talking, he bypassed Croft and walked towards the wall with 100 machine gunmen behind him.

The rest of the sentries retreated to the sides, paying attention with excited, admired, and grateful eyes, and watched them disappear into the entrance of the factory.

"Oh, Anderson, did you hear... Did you hear that? He told me his name. Tarosa, it's Tarosa..." Until Tang Fang led a group of machine gunmen to disappear without a trace, Krov Only then did Te come back to his senses, turned to look at the teammates behind him, and said excitedly: "Leading a team of one hundred people, he is probably higher than the two in it, Captain? Captain? Oh, no, by For the strength of these soldiers, he should at least be a major or even a lieutenant colonel. Such a young commander has no pretensions and is so approachable. Oh, God, if they can join hands with us Fighting against the **** government army together, this will be a heartwarming and proud thing."

While Cruft was looking forward to a bright future with excitement, Tang Fang had already entered the factory with 100 machine gunmen accompanying him.

The fighting has ended, and the smoke has not ceased. Many medical staff are busy looking for those companions who have been affected by the explosion and are covered in the rubble. As long as they are not disabled, can walk, and still have some strength, even the wounded will join the search and rescue team.

Whether it is injury or death, they will dig out those companions from under the ruins. The wounded were sent to the doctor, the deceased, closed their eyes, arranged their appearance, gently moved to the side, and fired with military salutes and guns to send them for the last time.

The so-called comrades are those who can trust their ideals, thoughts, and even life. Perhaps these deceased will smile under Jiuquan and say a little softly: "I am not alone."

In Tang Yan's memory, the government army would never do such a ritual that wastes time and energy to ordinary soldiers. Only officers and nobles can receive such treatment.

Farewell? Coffin? Grooming? Don't be kidding, in the eyes of the imperial nobles, ordinary civilians don't need dignity, let alone a soldier who has already died.

In their eyes, the roar of battleships and the flash of artillery fire are just like a requiem song. Why should there be any more memorial ceremony? As a cold corpse without breathing and unconsciousness, who cares about them.

The dilapidated warship floating like space junk is their natural coffin. There is no ocean, no blue sky, no spring, ‘the barren planets that are bright and crowing with birds and frogs, are perfect places to bury their bones. At the very least, in a vacuum, don't worry about being ruined by snakes and rats.

The government spokesperson would tell the families of the fallen soldiers that they were all buried in space and sea, and the "Celtic" glory would be with these martyrs who dedicated their youth and life to the empire, and then they would give their families a uniform. There was also a dog tag with the soldier’s name, and he used deep and powerful words to comfort him: "This is the relic of your son (brother), please be sorrowful and change, the empire is proud of XX."

Can it actually be? They may lie alone in a corner of the universe, they may not be clothed, they may be glaring, and they may not even find a piece of meat. As for the so-called relics, the military uniforms were brand new and were only processed from the bedding factory. Careless government employees might confuse the size, confuse the soldier numbers, or even stuff two pairs of trousers into a relic box.

Those dog tags? Even more ridiculous, every time a space war ends, a certain jewelry factory will receive a large order, and then government employees will throw the data card storing tens of thousands of people across the negotiating table and inform them in a very plain tone. The person in charge of the jewelry factory, in order to make the effect more realistic, can sprinkle some blood on the finished product, as for the dog blood, pig blood, or other blood, it is up to him to decide.

Compared with the practice of government forces, Tang Fang read a kind of "home" warmth from these insurgents. Saying goodbye to my colleagues and burying my comrades-in-arms, although this is an extremely sad and painful thing, there is a warm current flowing in my chest. The tears of the soldiers of the insurrection army shone brighter than crystal and warmer than spirits.

Perhaps, this is the reason why they dare to fight even in the face of government forces several times their own, even in the face of the imposing imperial fleet.

They are not alone, and there are tens of thousands of their families on Freedom, which pursues ideals and hopes. This gave them courage, as well as the responsibility of men, the faith of soldiers, and the fearless heart of revolutionaries who smiled and butchered.

Although the Union Army of Northern Jiangsu is just a miscellaneous army composed of miners, farmers, craftsmen, and even market thieves, they have something that the government army does not have, the soul!

Along the way Tang Fang cast a respectful look at these soldiers, and he also gained a smile, gratitude, admiration, and trust like brothers and sisters.

"Tarosa."

turned around a well-preserved factory area, and suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the front. Tang Fang looked up, only to see Grant with Monroe and Little Sam walking up to meet him quickly.

"Thank you." Without much gratitude, Grant stepped forward and grabbed Tang Fang's somewhat bloated upper body, and reached out and patted his back.

Although he did not show up in the previous battle for some reason, Grant understood that as their leader, without his nod, how could those people come back to help the rebels.

This kindness, this kindness, even if Grant is crushed, it is difficult to report in case.

"Brother Monroe, come on, look at that..." Little Sam's mouth opened into an O shape behind him, and he looked at the hundred machine gunners behind Tang Fang with a dull face.

When the two sides were separated in the Blue Lake area, the total number of soldiers wearing power armor was less than 20. Now, in addition to the 36 elite soldiers led by Aros and Howson, there are actually 100 more soldiers.

The 36 people alone can withstand the sea artillery fire and tear the entire defense line of the Sea Falcon commando into a gap. If you add the 100 people in front of you, this 139-person team can display the combat effectiveness, just thinking about it. It is chilling to think.

Grant let go of the Tang Fang and looked at the hundred troops behind him, he couldn't help swallowing, hesitating: "He...they..."