After two reversals of gravity, what we have to do is morally unacceptable. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Abandon all the comrades-in-arms waiting for rescue, give up all the wounded, gather the reinforcements that come in, and continue to suppress the devils in the devil ship.

Luckily for me, I didn't have to make this painful decision, and Lieutenant Commander Berg, who was in command of the ship, took all the pressure and responsibility on his own.

While returning to the ground with my eldest sister, I took the time to empathize, just thinking that among the tens of thousands of comrades-in-arms who died, even if only one of them died because they could not be rescued in time, the overwhelming sense of self-blame almost collapsed.

I further realized that the so-called commanders, leaders and the like are really not so easy to be.

When we gathered the reinforcements, reorganized the fire brigade, and counted the casualties, we learned that the new team that had just been formed, and only twelve of us survived.

The so-called war is so cruel, I have already experienced the hellish battle to defend Mars, and I think that the tenacity of my nerves is unusual, and now I understand that there is no lower limit to the cruelty of war.

In less than a minute of silence for the fallen comrades, I had to form a company-sized team again with the help of the staff officers of the command.

The criteria for forming a firefighting team have been lowered again and again, from the original requirement to be a professional Marine and have participated in at least one battle, and the conditions have been constantly relaxed, to now as long as they are in the regular army, and they are not injured or disabled, they may be selected.

The fame of my unit has long since spread throughout the fleet, and it is said to have the highest casualty rate, and the coffin company has been rebuilt more than five times since the beginning of the campaign.

Once called into the team, nine times out of ten, it is considered honorable.

I can only shake my head and smile bitterly at such rumors, because the implementation has not been exaggerated much, and the survival rate is less than 20% every time I come back.

The problem is also obvious, fewer and fewer fighters are willing to join in. Someone even pointed at my nose in front of me and asked, "How did you survive all the time, did you send people to the front to die, and shrank behind yourself!" ”

It's understandable that they would think this way, but I'm no longer the rookie who used to be sad about this kind of unprovoked slander.

As long as you keep a cold face and show your mechanical arms and legs, the doubts will be self-defeating.

Of course, there are very few fighters who will take the initiative to participate in the firefighting team, and the increase in personnel is definitely a big headache.

Berg's staff adviser advised me not to tell the truth: "A soldier is a soldier, and you must obey orders wherever you go." It's really deceived into the establishment, and it's not so easy to regret it. ”

I did not listen to his advice and rejected the practice of deception on the grounds that the morale of the fighters who volunteered was higher.

In fact, this has touched the bottom line of my heart. No one should deceive the fighters into a battle that is not theirs.

Even if someone says I'm idealistic, I'm willing to do it.

After a lot of effort, the number of people who had finally come out to attack was finally gathered, and the first mission of the fire brigade returned to the original area 16, where there was once again a difficult enemy to deal with, and the support of the fire brigade was requested.

Getting on the shuttle again, I saw the unfamiliar faces in front of me, staring at me with fear and suspicion.

Among these people, there are a few people who can finally get out of the way, I can't help but smile bitterly, even my own survival is not guaranteed, I am now worried about the others, if they knew the real situation, they would rather be expanded than follow me on the road of no return.

I noticed that even the veterans who were sloppy didn't want to look at me whenever I glanced over.

Is this the effect of the anger that comes from killing too many people? If they knew what I really thought, would they just give me a blank look?

The shuttle came to a halt and followed the familiar path towards the interior of the Titan.

The sense of immediacy that seems to increase acquaintance makes me feel emotional, when I first came in, everyone was still in high morale, and I was still worried about how to be a good commander, but now things are like people, and the high morale is gone, but I already know that I will not be a good commander.

Coming to Area 16 again, Ensign Chris was gone, and according to those who survived, the ensign was lucky enough to escape the first flip, but unfortunately the second flip happened when he was busy saving people. The second lieutenant who went down to the bottom fell directly to a distance of 10 kilometers, and not even a single intact corpse could be found.

Most of the fighters in Area 16 were newly recruited, and I was still faced with some fearful and doubtful eyes.

It seems that this kind of sentiment is not only the fire brigade. I have a feeling that the morale of Jupiter's fleet has fallen to the bottom, most of the backbone has been killed, and the remaining people no longer have the calmness and bravery of battle.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle, the Jupiter fleet is finished. The soul of the fleet was irreversibly damaged with the departure of most of the backbone. The valiant fleet that dared to face the superior fleet of Proxima Centauri alone and fought fiercely will never return.

The officer who came to meet was called Farouk, and he was a sergeant.

When he saw my major's rank, he immediately looked moved.

"I didn't think I thought the senior officers were dead. I was able to see a living one. ”

I almost got my nose crooked by his words. Then I saw a fleeting mockery on his face.

Shaking his head, after losing too many comrades-in-arms, the dignity of the so-called upper class seems to me to be nothing more than a floating cloud.

Me: "Sergeant, are you encountering monsters that are extremely fast, attacking before most of the fighters can react, and then escaping quickly, and attacking only once at a time?" ”

"Sir, monsters are monsters, yes, but they're not what you say."

From Farouk's expression, it was not clear whether he was teasing or serious.

Such a person is generally not appreciated by his superiors in the army, and he has no chance of being promoted. It's also hard to see respect for you in their eyes.

Farouk's eyes were like this, not innocent, but also with a strong sense of provocation, but I could feel the truth of what he said under the uninhibited outside.

It seems that we have to face another kind of enemy that is difficult to deal with.

He followed him to the location of the attackers, and saw fragmented corpses, filthy pieces of flesh, and the dilemma of not being able to piece together a complete corpse no matter how you looked at it.

Me: "......"

Yushiro, "......"

Farouk looked at us coldly, and his demeanor seemed to say, isn't it a fire brigade? Aren't you a major? Things have been laid out, see how you handle it.

Yushiro: "It's so vicious, it's like you've been attacked by some kind of animal." ”

Wood: "Could it be a furious potion that turns into a beast when eaten?" I'm just wondering, don't these people have guns? Just waiting to be torn apart. ”

Farouk didn't answer the duo's question, but looked at me coldly.

I was taking a closer look at a feeling of familiarity and strangeness. I'm sure it's the first time I've encountered this kind of enemy, able to defeat and shred a beast equipped with infantry weapons and an exoskeleton strengthened?

You must know that after the light infantry is equipped with an exoskeleton, its defense and hand-to-hand combat capabilities definitely surpass that of ordinary so-called beasts, is it a genetic mutation breed.

The word genes reminds me of Salaman, the subhuman who spies on Mrs. Wall underneath Mars.

This feeling of familiarity is very similar to the influence that Salaman had on me. But I'm pretty sure that the opponent will never be Shalaman himself.