Time flies, and two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye. The battle was not too intense, and it was not even too much to say that it was a daily exchange. Loy's tasks were all part-time by Trode, and each time the radio was adjusted in advance, and if changes were needed at the last minute, Vincent's crew would communicate them on his behalf.

The days without Roy, which obviously lacked a lot of fun, made Natel feel bored, and he made a suggestion not long ago - get used to the days when Roy was away.

When Nattle first proposed this plan, he thought he would have the support of the people. In addition to Stein's silence, Trode showed unconcealed dissatisfaction, and his nemesis Yorkson even scolded him.

The reason, of course, is Trode's original sentence "Roy will definitely come back", when Natel was used to that kind of day, even if Roy was still alive, but in the hearts of his partners, he was already dead, so if it came to the critical moment when he needed them, who else could immediately stand up and help him?

Today, however, a herald approached Trode, saying that Division Commander Anselm was looking for him. Trode knows that his mentality has not been particularly good lately, and although there are no key battles right now, it is difficult for Trode to say that he will not be swayed by emotions if there is a tricky task now. Then, there should be only one reason for Anselm to find himself - talk to himself and return himself to his original state. It was because of Trode's previous contact with Anselm that he was able to be convinced of this, and he knew that Anselm was the one who was likely to do that kind of thing, and that he was the kind of ideal superior who would work hard everywhere in order to improve the combat effectiveness of his troops.

When he was called to Anselm's office, Anselm was the only one inside, which made Trode even more convinced that Anselm was going to talk to him about something. However, Tlord, who had always had an accurate hunch, was wrong this time, and he was wrong.

"Lieutenant Trode, how are you doing?" Anselm asked first, a very broad question, and he did not point to a definite field, but only asked a very general question if it was okay, so that one could not avoid some hesitation when answering.

However, Trode did not hesitate in the slightest, he lowered his head and said, "It's not very good, sir." ”

"It's good to be able to answer so frankly." Anselm chuckled softly.

Trode knew that Anselm's words just now were to test himself, he wanted to understand his psychological condition, and then take the opportunity to play and break through his psychological defense.

It was supposed to be like this

"Since we're in a bad mood, let's change the subject." Anselm said something unexpectedly, crossed his hands, propped his elbows on the table, and said, "Our communications department has received a strange radio wave. ”

Trood asked, "Did you decipher their plan?" ”

"No, it's not like that." Anselm shook his head and said, "It's not deciphered, it's received." ”

Trode couldn't figure out what Anselm meant, so he continued to speculate, "Received? Did you make a mistake when you sent it to a friendly army? ”

"What if I'm going to say that this station isn't ours?" Anselm said with a smile.

Trode finally realized something, and immediately replied: "Since it was not deciphered, but sent by the enemy, then it must be a smoke bomb made by the enemy for us!" ”

"That's what I thought at first." Anselm took out a yellow piece of paper from a drawer next to him, and continued, "But the other party used the same code language we used before, which has to be doubted. ”

"Of course, even if this is the case, it is not ruled out that they deciphered our code words and then sent us false information." Speaking of this, Anselm couldn't help but smile and said, "But since I read the content of this message, I have changed my opinion again. ”

"What's written on that?" Trood couldn't control his curiosity anymore.

Anselm handed the piece of paper to Trode and said, "Look, this is a message that our men translated. ”

Trode picked up the paper, which was only two lines of words, very little, but shocking

"The retreat went well, everything is fine, and we will see you soon."

"Remember, the hunter will appear at the end of the East on the day they meet."

Trode's hand trembled as he held the piece of paper, he had never felt that a piece of paper had ever been so heavy and so powerful

"It's Roy! Here's a message from Loy! Trood cried out as he lost his composure.

Yes, as he said, this first sentence is a wordless indication of who he is, but also a sign of his current situation, which puts Trood at ease and the exciting news that he will be back on the team soon.

Anselm was obviously not as excited as Trood, he just nodded silently and said, "We also thought of this, it should be the incredible signal soldier in your group." ”

"You even know him?" Trode looked at Anselm in disbelief, he didn't expect a division commander to know so much about a mere signal corps.

"After all, there aren't many people who can do that good." Anselm smiled and said, "Also, because of someone's performance after the war, I don't think anyone who participated in that battle would not know the name." ”

Hearing Anselm say this, Roy lowered his head a little embarrassed. Anselm, however, did not give him time to feel these useless feelings, and asked bluntly, "So, Lieutenant Trode, do you have any clue about the following second sentence?" ”

"This" Troude thought as he looked at the second sentence left by Roy, racking his brains, but to be honest, he had no clue at all. On the one hand, he was too excited to think honestly because he had just received good news from Roy, and on the other hand, the message left by Roy was too vague to be deciphered for a while.

"Can this give me some time, I'll go back and discuss it with my brothers first." Trode said, pointing to the piece of paper.

"Go ahead." Anselm nodded lightly and said, "Remember to come and tell me when you figure it out." ”

"Okay!" Trode didn't look back, and ran out of the office like crazy, leaving Anselm smiling and watching his back fade away