An Jie sat on the hospital bed with a newspaper in her hand and read, and her hands began to tremble as she read it.

The nurse who had just come in saw her like this, and suddenly asked with a strange face, "Do you have a fever?" Second Lieutenant, you're red-faced. ”

"It's fine."

An Jie put down the newspaper, wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist on her head, and said, "I was just by accident, the editors of the newspaper actually blew me like this." ”

On the newspaper she put down, the headline on the front page was a report on An Jie's capture of the flagship of the Haiboan.

【Miracle of the Empire!】 An eleven-year-old girl single-handedly captures the enemy's flagship and the commander of the magic fleet! 】

The subtitle also reads:

[The god of war is alive! A young goddess who accompanies victory! 】

An Jie covered her face: "It's too TM middle two!" ”

Captain Davion asked her to look at the nearest newspaper, referring to ...... Of course not!

Looking down at the pompous headlines, the second was a joint statement by the Imperial generals.

[On June 5, 1677, after consultation with the central authorities, all the generals of the Northern Military Region agreed to award Anjie Scarlett the Second Lieutenant of the First Class Field Skill Medal, and the award ceremony will be held on June 7. 】

"The first-class field skill medal, remember that it is only awarded to the medal for outstanding combat skills, great combat merits, and military rank not exceeding the major ......"

An Jie tilted her head, and a golden hair curl happily stretched out into a golden long straight. The joy in my heart can't be concealed at all.

"You're all right, lieutenant."

The little nurse was relieved when she learned that An Jie was fine, and then she lifted the medicine box in her hand and said with a smile: "I'm going to get an injection, second lieutenant." ”

An Jie's golden hair turned into a golden hair roll with a straight sound.

…………

When Bruce and Aban came in, they happened to see the scene where the little nurse held An Jie and forcibly gave her an injection.

"It's a long life! The second lieutenant was knocked down by the nurse! ”

Aban was shocked!

"Not really!"

An Jie's two big eyes were full of tears, and she choked up and said, "I'm just letting her ...... Flower Q!! ”

A thick needle squeezed through Anjie's skin and plunged into her body, injecting all the eerie lustrous liquid into her body, leaving not a drop behind.

An Jie's face turned from white to red, from red to blue, from blue to purple, and finally to white - miserable white.

"It's a long life! The second lieutenant who kills people without blinking is afraid of injections!! ”

Aban's face was devastated.

Bruce, however, was very calm, and he said, "Just get used to it." ”

"Woo woo woo ......"

Holding her violated arm and feeling distressed for a while, An Jie quickly adjusted her mentality in front of her subordinates and asked, "What's wrong?" Visiting the sick? ”

Aban: "It's a long life! The second lieutenant began to pretend to be serious before he wiped away his tears!! ”

An Jie: "I'll kill you again!" ”

Aban: "I'm sorry I was wrong, I was too arrogant to be the dog girl Nase!! ”

Bruce: "............ Hehe. ”

An Jie sighed heavily, glared at the little nurse who left with resentment, and then turned to the two subordinates and said, "Hurry up and say what to do!" If you don't say it, I'll drive people out! ”

In the end, it was Sergeant Bruce who stepped forward and said, "Ensign, we are here to ask if you want to wear a gown or something during the award ceremony?" ”

An Jie was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "Don't be so troublesome, the usual military uniform is enough." ”

Bruce nodded solemnly, then handed over a small note.

Anjie: "............ What the heck? ”

Bruce: "Please write your size on it, the logistics department has prepared the dresses of everyone, including the war dead, for the grand ceremony to be held." Ensign, you are the protagonist, and the clothes naturally need to be customized. ”

An Jie looked pained when she heard this, "Do you want to be so troublesome?" ”

"Yes, yes!" "It's been almost a week since the Battle of Brinia, and both soldiers and citizens need an outlet to vent their joy of victory and the sadness of their loved ones dying in battle, and the award ceremony is a very good occasion," Aban interjected. ”

He smiled and said, "When the time comes, you will be worshiped by the citizens as a hero, and the morale of the victories will also rise." How can the protagonist not wear a little spirit? ”

said the same, An Jie thought about it and found that it was really the case. So I took the slip of paper and wrote three sets of numbers.

A certain class glanced at him with the spirit of great fear, and suddenly cast a pity on a certain Jie.

A certain Jie stared back with murderous intent.

Realizing that if he didn't leave, he might really be killed, and his face was pale, and he saluted and said, "Then the official is leaving!" We sincerely hope that you will be discharged from the hospital soon! Ensign Scarlett! ”

An Jie: "Get out of here!" ”

Aban turned around and walked out of the ward, and Bruce, who hadn't spoken much, nodded and wanted to leave with Aban.

But he was stopped by An Jie.

"Bruce."

A slightly serious roll call made the originally cheerful atmosphere instantly freeze.

"You stay, I have something to tell you......"

………………

Time always flies, and in the blink of an eye it's June 7th.

Army Group Brigna, having achieved its tactical objectives early, held an award ceremony in a city in the heart of the empire.

Looking through the window of the steam car at the crowd cheering on the street outside, An Jie was slightly envious.

After all, people not only live far away from the battlefield, but they can also come out for dinner and fish for girls on special days. In contrast, An Jie struggled in the quagmire like a dog, not to mention entering the hospital every once in a while, and she still had to hold the urn at the ceremony of awarding her the honor.

Thinking of the sadness, she threw the urn away.

But it's just a thought, after all, the urn in her hand is one of the important "props" today. As a representative of the many soldiers who have sacrificed their lives, the ashes will be honored together with An Jie.

- Sure enough, I threw it away.

She didn't have to wait long for the steam car to drive to its destination. The driver said respectfully in front of him, "Here we are, second lieutenant." ”

"Well, hard work."

Actually, there's nothing to be nervous about. An Jie knew that this so-called award ceremony was essentially a show. She and the urn in her hand will be used as a prop to raise the fighting desires of the people of the Empire.

Although after the victory on all fronts in the Brienia hills, the morale of the empire was already high. But momentum is such a thing, relying on the power at the beginning.

Then it is also a royal tactic to burn more and more power, and finally sweep all enemies like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

"So, I'm a prop, I'm a firewood. I already knew what to do, and then it was enough to follow the script. ”

The car door opened, and An Jie calmly got out of the car.

"Sa!"

The sound of the cloak swaying made a loud sound, and An Jie held the urn, and walked calmly like the generals in front of the podium in the eyes of the crowd lined up in two rows.

The blonde shawl hair that used to be fiddled with casually is now specially tied into a ponytail, revealing the sideburns and neck An Jie, the big brimmed hat with a hat badge on the head, the spotless military uniform and leather boots are custom-made by the logistics department, and a cloak is specially equipped for her to make this look like that.

In this regard, An Jie just wanted to say: "MD is so heavy! ”

The clothes are okay, I don't know which bastard got her a gold-inlaid gemstone saber on a whim, this thing has a net weight of 30 pounds, which is almost half of An Jie's weight!

So her apparent calmness and calmness were actually pretended, and only the generals who had already stood in front of her found that her head was covered with sweat.

(Nervous?) It's so cute~)

- And then the generals collectively thought crookedly.

"Ensign Wizard Angel Scarlett."

A row of military bigwigs said in unison, and the general in the center pretended to pull out his saber, erect it on his chest, and slashed at An Jie's shoulder after waving it left and right.

That's right, it's chop!

(Bleeding!) Hey, hey! ）

The red blood soaked An Jie's epaulettes, and after the general cut An Jie's shoulder, he slashed to the other side. An Jie wanted to hide, but reason forcibly suppressed her instinct and let the general cut another wound on her shoulder.

At this moment, An Jie's two epaulets all turned blood red.

"Glory is granted to you today, but glory always goes hand in hand with pain! Second Lieutenant Scarlett, I hope you will not forget the wounds you have suffered today, and even less the weight of honor! ”

What else can An Jie say? The wound was still bleeding, and she had to continue so that she didn't waste it.

"Yes! The lower officials must keep it in mind! ”

The military boss nodded, took a brocade box handed over by the person next to him, and opened it in front of everyone, and the contents were two shiny medals.

The general took out one of the medals, along with an imperial double dragon flag, and placed it on the urn in An Jie's arms.

The Black Wing Martyrs' Medal, a medal specially awarded to the war dead, is something that An Jie will never want as long as she is alive.

After awarding the ashes, the general took out another medal from the box. The medal is red on a red background and gold edged, with a black dragon head in the middle, and four wings protruding from the dragon's head, and the wings cross to form a unique X-shape.

The Medal for Field Skills of the First Class is the highest honor awarded to junior officers in terms of combat skills. The general wanted to pin the medal to An Jie's chest, but a problem lay in front of him.

(What to do!) The height difference is too big!! ）×2

The awarded general is 1.9 meters tall and An Jie is 1.4 meters tall.

A wisp of cold sweat appeared on the faces of everyone on the stage, and it was also their mistake, this kind of problem that should have been noticed a long time ago has only been discovered now.

What to do? Want the general to bend down and award the soldier a medal? This has never happened in a formal setting before!

The scene was silent for a moment, and the general in charge of awarding medals to An Jie suddenly whispered: "Second Lieutenant, hold your chest high and look up!" ”

An Jie was stunned for a moment and subconsciously complied. Then she was sweating profusely and saw that the general suddenly knelt down!

Even though he was only on one knee, he got down on his knees!!

Ignoring the surprised or admiring gazes around him, the general calmly pinned the medal to An Jie's chest, then got up and said, "Speak, second lieutenant." ”

An Jie smiled bitterly, what should I say? It's not as useful as the general's kneeling. But if you don't say anything, you lose your role as a prop.

So An Jie was silent, and frantically thought about what to say on such an occasion.

Thinking about it but not thinking of anything, the originally very bright brain turned into paste at this time, and An Jie, who was set on fire with his gaze, said with a bit of a broken jar:

"For the glory of the Empire!!"

There was silence, and then there was a burst of cheers!

"For the glory of the Empire!!!!"