When Tang Fang returned to the radar control center, the sky had already been plated with a layer of bright red, and the fortifications made of destroyed vehicles and machinery had been cleared aside. The taxiway not far away was full of rebel soldiers who had died in the battle.

They were lying on stretchers covered with white cloth, their blood-stained faces wiped clean by their companions, and their arms folded together and laid flat on their chests, as if they were asleep from a distance.

Little Sam and his brother lay quietly among them, and the sunset cast a soothing and silky light on his face, like a child sunk into a flawless dream.

Tang Fang couldn't help but clench his hands, when will this haze sky be restored to its boundless blue, and when will this human tragedy full of tears and blood come to an end.

"Thank you......" A special service soldier hurriedly walked past him, but after seeing Tang Fang, he suddenly paused, raised his right hand, gave a standard military salute, and then continued to walk into the distance.

"Thank you." This time it was Tang Fang, and his voice was very low, so low that only he could hear it. In these people, he saw what ideals are, what trust is, what sacrifice is, what comrades are, and what brotherhood is.

These people may have such and such small faults and flaws, but when they pick up their guns and fight for the oath they once made and for a hopeful future, the light behind them is always so dazzling. In this group of people, he saw the flash of humanity, just like that sentence, only in the darkest times can there be the most shining heroes.

Because of the end of the battle, the wounded in the hall of the control center had been carried to a proper place, and when Tang Fang entered the house, a female officer caught his attention.

It was a young woman of Nordic descent. He was about 24 or 5 years old, 1.74 tall, with blond hair hanging behind his head, tightly coiled into a ball of flower bones. The fair-skinned and well-proportioned face has a pair of deep and beautiful eyes, glowing with a crystal-like sheen, and then down. It is a straight and upturned nose, delicate and delicate, as smooth as a crisp.

There is also that small mouth, like a clear lotus out of the water, adding a gentle style to her whole person. There is no doubt that this is a beauty, as beautiful as the moon under the night sky.

If she could smile, she would definitely charm countless men. If she wears a plain dress, she must be a delicate and beautiful person who looks forward to brilliance.

It's a pity. She didn't smile, on the contrary, her expression was cold, cold like a mountain spring in the middle of winter, distant and cold. She was wearing a bulging camouflage military uniform and tactical vest, and blood was splattered on it into a cloud of stains, but she didn't know that it belonged to the enemy. It's still my own.

The cold eyes seemed to be ready to take the head of the enemy general at any moment, and his stern and cold face was like a white ice peak.

Cool and calm. Thick as a mountain, this should never be the temperament that a girl with a gentle and delicate face like a crescent moon should have.

When Tang Fang was observing the young girl, the other party also sensed his arrival, and after sweeping the power armor on his body, he was stunned, and his eyes as sharp as a blade became a little softened.

Then. A black female officer beside her stepped forward and said to Tang Fang, "This is the captain of our special service team, Claire?" Captain Lockhart. ”

"Captain, this is the friendly commander who has come with Lieutenant Colonel Nehmeyah, Tarosa."

"Hello." The two said hello. They nodded to each other.

Claire still had such a cold expression, no sadness or joy, and a stern expression. This makes Tang Fang very strange, can't she laugh? is still born with this cold look. But thinking that she became a captain at such an age, the image of an iceberg beauty is also in line with her identity as the captain of the special service team.

When he came with Nehemiah and the others just now, she was not in the radar control center, and Tang Fang had no impression of her, since she was as cold as an old popsicle, he didn't bother to put a hot face on it.

After greeting each other, he stepped aside to browse the topographical map near the airbase, intending to find a shortcut to the military port of Drosnir. The black female officer who had just introduced the two seemed to notice that the atmosphere in the hall was a little abnormal, and couldn't help but approach Tang Fang and introduce herself with a smile: "Iyeta? Hopskin. ”

Tang Fang stopped what he was doing and nodded slightly: "Tarossa? Clauber. ”

The female officer smiled, revealing a row of shiny teeth, neat and orderly, as if they were brickwork. "Thank you...... Here, the Arsenal of Makanda, and what's happening in the small town of Blanca. ”

"You're welcome, I just did what I thought was right." Tang Fang smiled.

"Please don't take it to heart about what happened just now, the captain is actually not what you think, it's just a ......"

Tang Fang smiled slightly, shook his head, and interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'm not so careful, the reason why I came here to make a topographic map is just to find a shortcut to the military port of Drosnier, and it has nothing to do with Captain Claire." ”

"Oh, that's good." Iyeta smiled with relief. It can be seen that she is very loyal to Claire, for fear that because of this incident, the relationship between the two parties will be messed up.

"Captain, Captain...... Captain Claire ...... "At this moment, I suddenly heard a dull voice from outside the door, Lieutenant of the Special Service Deputy Company Commander Benny Jacot? Gerard stepped into the hall, walked straight up to Claire, and asked in a very low and muffled voice, "What about them?" ”

"Huh?" Claire looked up and swept the door, where more than fifty riot miners were standing in the doorway with a gloomy look on their faces carrying a pair of stretchers, all of whom had been lethally exposed to neutron beams, ranging in doses from 1SV-6SV. Although they survived the battlefield by luck, in the days to come, they will endure great inhuman torture, and then slowly die with pain and regret.

Everyone present fell silent, the oppressive atmosphere was like a storm, sweeping the most vulnerable corners of everyone's heart, watching their companions suffer and be sad, and finally die, the feeling of powerlessness, the pain like a piece of flesh cutting the heart, no one could bear it.

Some were in tears, some turned their backs, not wanting others to see their weakness, and many more, they clenched their fists and their eyes burst with hatred.

Ieta slowly stood up, her body trembling slightly with excitement, and she walked outside, looking over on a stretcher. Some of their companions were humming in pain, some were pale and clenched their teeth, and some were pale and gray, with empty eyes like dead people.

Neutron radiation robbed them of their hope of life before it took their lives, leaving them with only the torment of death.

Iyeta didn't speak, just whispered the names of the men, including her Secret Service teammates, riot miners who had only known each other for a day, comrades who knew her well enough to make vulgar jokes, and new friends she hadn't even met in person.

They were surrounded by people who were acquaintances, friends, and even brothers of the victims, and their faces were filled with grief and despair. Most of them wet their eyes with tears and clutched the hands of the wounded, for fear that as soon as they let go, these people they knew most well would lose their temperature, become cold as frost, and sink into bottomless darkness.

Claire stepped out of the room, her boots on the ground, and there was a low, powerful thud.

Iyeta stepped aside, and everyone looked up at her, waiting for her commands. (To be continued......)