The results of the war were ironic: after fighting for a day and a night, throwing in thousands of troops, and capturing the hospitals and roads occupied by the enemy, the bandits escaped from the waterways unharmed, and evacuated in a grand manner under their noses, while the government army's infantry tanks and howitzers did not fire a single shot.

The next day, the newspapers began to hype about the victory of the government army, and the defeated army fled into the desert, and the official statistics released made people speechless, according to statistics, the number of casualties of the government army was about 80, the number of armed casualties was more than 300, and the remnants of the army were less than 50.

When I saw this number, I really wanted to scold, the official in charge of statistics graduated from kindergarten, and he killed 300 people, and the militants who participated in the war together could reach 200, and most of them fled, it is estimated that he counted the civilians killed in the battle to the head of the extremist organization, and the official number of civilian casualties is only five, what is it, there are more than a dozen civilian corpses I saw along the way, and they actually used the corpses of innocent victims to serve as the honor of victory in the war, It is no wonder that the Church is so disappointed with the government, and it is really a misfortune for the people of Basilan to have such a shameless bureaucracy.

** The armed retreated, Malusso regained its calm, the city after the war always had a sense of desolation, the streets were full of civilians and troops with corpses, since neither side used heavy artillery, only bazookas and mortars, the damage to the buildings was not very serious, only the street in front of the battlefield looked a little more serious, that is, the street that the goddess and I passed through when we came, and now it looks like there are still many smoking ruins.

The government has sent a large number of troops to clean up the battlefield, accompanied by a number of journalists, and post-war reconstruction is also a big issue, and the government must put on a positive attitude, especially when there are reporters and videographers present.

The Devil and the Grim Reaper finally arrived at the barracks after dawn with their scarred troops, and as expected, they didn't even have time to eat breakfast, and one was sent out to clean up the battlefield with a box of cans.

After the devil and the Grim Reaper exchanged with the military, according to the terms of the contract, they overfulfilled the task, and after the two got the remaining commission, they left the barracks directly, without saying goodbye to those soldiers, and the relationship between them ended here, and the next time they met was likely to be an undying enemy.

This is the sadness of mercenaries, we have no friends, and we can't have friends, or simply say that we don't deserve friends, even if we don't become enemies, we will be killed sooner or later by people like us, so we only have each other, and life is connected together, regardless of your and my feelings, and there is no such thing as being involved.

Sitting on the roof of the church, the sea is endless in the distance, the sun dispels the smoke of war, rejuvenates the city, hovering seabirds roaming over the fishing boats, flying into the city from time to time and chirping a few times and running back to the sea, when there is no war, it becomes a quiet and beautiful town.

"Will we go back to France tomorrow?" The devil had a cigar in his mouth and a lighter in his hand, but it never lit it.

"No, I'm afraid I'll have to stay for a while." I said lightly as I faced the sea.

"What? Have a private job? I'm grass, you don't plan to get married and have children with Thea here, right? The devil suddenly came over with a look of surprise and looked at me directly.

"Fuck off, can you still let you go when you get married? If you don't leave eighteen million, no one will want to leave. "I pressed the devil's head and pushed him aside.

"And what are you doing here?" Death, who was lying on the roof with sunglasses in the sun, turned his head and asked when he heard my words.

"It's not a peaceful place, maybe it will be attacked again one day, and the first target of the heretics is the church, so Thea decided to help Father Peter train the Self-Defense Force, and I have to stay and help her." I shrugged and said helplessly.

"For good reason, that's your responsibility." The devil spread his hands and had no intention of continuing to persuade me to leave, love is sacred and great in the eyes of Westerners, even beyond family and friendship.

"Need help, brother?" Death sat up and asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"No, I can do it, we'll be back in a month at most." I smiled at him.

"Then we'll see you in France!" The Grim Reaper raised his fist and bumped into me.

"By the way, you guys take the computer back and give it to the doctor, if you can recover the hard drive, maybe there will be a windfall." I pulled the backpack that was still in the back and took out the computer I had seized from Organization X and handed it to the Grim Reaper.

"If you don't say it, I'll forget it, and I'll let you know as soon as I find it." Death took it and stuffed it into his backpack.

"Looking forward to your good news!" I stood up and pulled the two of them up, and the three iron fists slammed into each other.

"Let's go, it's not peaceful here, protect our goddess." The devil smirked.

"you, that's my goddess." I lifted my leg and kicked the devil off the roof, and with a scream, the thing fell to the ground with a scream.

"See you in France!" Death glanced at the devil humming below, patted me on the shoulder, jumped off the roof, and not far away was a military vehicle parked by the military to take them to the docks, even such a government did not want to mix with us dangerous elements, and we were not surprised that we were eager to send us away as soon as the mission was completed.

They were going to the dock first, take a boat to Manila, and then fly back to France, looking at their distant backs, I always had a smile on the corner of my mouth, turned around and looked up, the sun pierced my eyes, I raised my palm to block the sun, the light shone on my face through my fingers, and for a moment, I felt like I was back in the sun.

"Hey, come down, I've got something to tell you." I don't know how long I sat on the roof, but it wasn't until the cry of the goddess came from below that I came back from the rare tranquility.

"What's the matter?" Jumping off the roof, he came to the goddess and asked.

"They're all gone?" The goddess refers to the devil and the god of death, of course.

"Let's go, the military won't be able to sleep if they stay here." I laughed.

"I've consulted with the priest, and he's coming to gather the members of the Self-Defense Forces, and now there's a thorny problem that needs to be solved." The goddess pinched her waist and looked at me seriously.

"What's the problem? So serious! "I was a little hairy by her.

"Weapons!" Father Peter came out of the church and pulled us aside.

"I've heard that a lot of sympathizers have donated weapons to you, isn't it enough?" I looked at him curiously.

"The last time the heretics attacked the town of Ramitan, they attacked the church, and most of the SDF members went to heaven, and they took their weapons." When Father Peter said this, he drew a cross on his chest with a sad face.