The moon hung high in the sky, shining silver moonlight on the earth. In the desert, it is difficult to find any trace of large creatures, and only a few crustaceans can be found in the light, crawling out of one burrow and into another burrow day and night. When you're lucky, you can get something, but when you back it, you can only go home empty-handed. But they don't get excited or frustrated, they have it or not, and the effects only exist at the time, and it doesn't affect their actions a day or even a few hours later, they just spend every minute and every second without emotion

The noisy drinking party is finally coming to an end, the happy people are gradually calming down, and the low people are also full of fighting spirit, it can be said that after this activity, the mentality of the personnel has been adjusted to a good balance. They're not like those crustaceans who can repeat an action without emotion. A soldier is a weapon that needs to be carefully cared for, and when used continuously without maintenance, there will be an irreparable failure one day.

Trode and Derek were in a half-drunken state, holding each other's shoulders and walking out of the cafeteria together, sometimes bowing their heads and whispering, sometimes laughing, and they were so close to anyone. In such a short period of time, the relationship can rise to such a level, which has to make people sigh that they are such a good match.

In this way, the two almost lost track of time, and they were still chatting endlessly. But there was also a good Samaritan who reminded them both - it was Vincent. He patted Trode on the back, and when he turned around, he whispered "Tut-mir-leid" before leaving silently, leaving the two men to watch his back fade away.

"What, that guy drank too much?" Derek rubbed his chin and analyzed.

Trood scratched his head and said unconsciously, "I don't know, but I don't look at him like he's joking, or he's still drunk." ”

Derek nodded and said, "Forget it, since he didn't say the reason, it should be a trivial matter, so don't ask him, just pass." ”

After a short exchange between the two, they finally found that the sky had already completely darkened, and the night was like paint, covering the sky, leaving only the bright moon and a few stars.

Derek lamented, "There are fewer clouds in North Africa, and the stars are better than they are at home." ”

Trode followed him and raised his head, looked up, and said slowly: "But I still like the slightly hazy starry sky in my hometown, it's more poetic than this, as the so-called 'hugging the pipa and half covering the face', that is the most beautiful." ”

Derek tilted his head and asked, "What did you just say about the lute?" ”

Trode lowered his head and smiled lightly: "That's an old saying I learned from the east of the continent, haven't you heard it?" ”

"Cut." Derek gave him a blank look and said, "You can't have floated from the east." I've heard people over there say that there are stacks of gold, mountains of silver, and forests of palaces. I didn't expect such a rich country to be invaded by those small countries, and it was defeated. ”

Trode squeezed out a wry smile and said lightly: "No matter how rich the wealth is, no matter how much gold, silver and jewelry, if you don't use it to develop national strength and improve people's livelihood, it will be worthless scrap copper and rotten iron." Of course, you don't have enough military strength to protect that wealth, it's just a piece of meat in front of other people's mouths, and with those few weak fingers, it is a bit whimsical to want to pry open those iron teeth and steel teeth and regain what belongs to you."

Trode changed his words and continued: "We are shields, guarding our homeland, and every inch of territory is inviolable; We are spears, poking into the heart of the enemy, and every plan that is unfavorable to us must be run over by the wheels of steel. ”

Trode pointed to the outside of the city and said, "We will not only make the enemy before us fearful of us, but we will make anyone who dares to act aggressively against our homeland be terrified when they hear our name!" War is not the goal, peace is the goal. But! There are always people who don't have a long memory, and simple self-defense is not enough to make them regret what they have done, and they must be resolutely attacked. If it's a ten-year war, I'm going to trade it for a hundred years of peace! ”

Derek laughed and said that Trode must have been a literati scholar before, and no matter how much Trode denied it, he insisted on it. Then, the two parted in laughter. They will spend the night alone, but together they will usher in the dawn of tomorrow

During the night, Trode had the same dream that had haunted him, which may not be accurate in the term "that", because Trode had two dreams that night, and both of them seemed to be the same - both against a tank that had never been seen before. For this tank, Trode only remembers that he had dreamed about it the night before the crossing, and as for what model it was, he couldn't remember, of course, not only that, but in fact, his own memories of the previous world actually didn't have much left, if now a brain doctor said after a rigorous diagnosis that his memories were just pure fantasies caused by the impact of external forces, I'm afraid I can't completely deny it in my heart

The topic turned back, about these two dreams, although Trode didn't have any evidence, but it felt like that's what told him, but then again, for something as illusory as a dream, evidence or something was originally a joke.

To put it simply, the two tanks feel different, one gives a sense of oppression, and its purpose is supposed to be to defeat Trood. It uses the various tactics of the tank crew to fight him, and it is a wonderful game; The other gave people a more serious sense of suffocation, and its purpose was more terrifying, and Trode could feel from that strong murderous aura that the other party was clearly going to kill him, and even the kind that would not leave the residue for himself. As for the method of combat, this enemy's tactics are even more simple and savage, and they can't even be called tactics, relying solely on that incredible power to try to crush Trode.

Little by little, the outline of the dream became clearer, and perhaps one day Trode would discover the secret. But now, with the dawn sun shining into the house, Trode straightened his clothes in front of the mirror, opened the door, and stepped into a new future