Pressure, a dull feeling accumulated in the heart, as if a boulder was pressed on the chest, almost suffocating. More and more sentries raised their guns, their index fingers on the trigger trembling slightly, sweat spreading along the lines of their palms.

"Don't ...... Don't shoot. One of the sentries at the front shouted loudly, and he didn't know if he was saying it to his companion behind him or to Tang Fang.

"Your own people are your own people." Squinting his eyes and carefully looking at the power armor on Tang Fang and the others, the sentry's voice suddenly increased by several decibels. A smile bloomed on his lips, adding a glimmer of light to the drowsy night.

Previously, during the general assault on the Sea Falcon Commando, he had the privilege of meeting friendly soldiers wearing this type of power armor. It can be said unceremoniously that without them, everyone is afraid that they are still hiding in various bunkers as shrunken turtles, and without them, the sea falcon commandos may still be whistling, spitting, and giving them the middle finger with a sneer.

A team of less than 40 people resolutely shouldered the main attack mission, and successfully tore through the steel defense line of the Sea Falcon Commando, like a throat-sealing sword, piercing the throat of the enemy.

They have accomplished almost impossible tasks, and each of them has the combat strength of one enemy ten, or even twenty or thirty enemies. Every time I charge side by side with them, my comrades will burst out with infinite courage and confidence. They gave a guiding light on the battlefield and led the people to victory.

Almost every rebel soldier is proud to fight alongside them, and if you are lucky enough to see them fight with the same or even multiple Sea Falcon commandos, it is a kind of boasting in front of their comrades.

There is no doubt that after the counterattack of Macanda, they have become the idols of the soldiers of the Northern Union Army, and even Stilwell, Schunette and others regard it as an honor to be able to hand a cigarette and make a joke or two for "Talos" and "Tarosso".

The final victory in this battle, the defeat of the Sea Falcon commando, and the successful rescue of the Alliance command system are 99% due to them.

"The Third Company of the Second Brigade of the Northern Union Army, Croft Kirk, salute you." The young sentry put down his gun, stepped forward, and gave a very standard military salute to Tang Fang, who was walking away. Although he didn't know where the more than 100 people came from and what they had done, it didn't stop him from respecting them.

"Relax, relax, Sergeant Croft." Looking up and sweeping his epaulettes, Tang Fang patted him on the shoulder hard: "The battle in the factory area is over?" ”

"Sir, it's nearing the end, and your teammates are putting the finishing touches on the cleanup." Croft said with a respectful face.

"I said let you relax, don't be so nervous." Tang Fang patted him on the shoulder again: "Also, you don't need to call me sir, just call me Tarossa." ”

"Yes...... Is it a long ...... Oh no...... Tarot ...... "Croft found that he couldn't call Tarosa by name at all, and the admiration and longing in his heart didn't allow him to call him by his name at all.

Seeing this scene, Tang Fang couldn't help but shake his head: "I'll go in first, tonight, get a good night's sleep, there shouldn't be any more wars." ”

With that, he walked around Croft and headed towards the wall with 100 machine gunners behind him.

The rest of the sentries stepped back to the sides, with excitement, admiration, and gratitude, and watched them disappear into the factory entrance.

"Oh, Anderson, did you hear that...... Did he hear it, and he told me his name. Tarossa, it's Tarossa......" It wasn't until Tang Fang led a group of machine gunners to disappear without a trace that Croft came back to his senses, turned his head to look at his teammates behind him, and said with excitement on his face: "Leading a team of 100 people, I'm afraid he has a higher rank than the two inside, captain?" Senior captain? Oh no, with the strength of these soldiers, he should at least be a major, or even a lieutenant colonel. Such a young commander, but he has no arrogance at all, and is so approachable. Oh God, what a heartwarming and proud thing it would be if they could join forces with us against that damn government army. ”

When Kluft was excitedly looking forward to a better future, Tang Fang had already walked into the factory with 100 machine gunners accompanying him.

The fighting is over, the smoke continues, and many medics are busy looking for their comrades who have been affected by the blast and hidden in the rubble. As long as they are not disabled, they can still walk, and they still have some strength, even if they are wounded, they will join the search and rescue team.

Whether wounded or dead, they had to dig their companions out from under the rubble. The wounded were sent to the hospital, and the deceased, closed their eyes, tidied up their appearance, moved to the side gently, and sent them off for the last time with military salutes and guns.

The so-called comrades are people who can trust their ideals, thoughts, and even their lives. Perhaps, these deceased will smile under the nine springs and say softly: "I am not alone." ”

In Tang Yan's memory, the government army would not do such a time-wasting and energy-wasting ritual on ordinary soldiers. The only people who can have this kind of treatment are officers and nobles.

Farewell? Coffin? Grooming? No kidding, in the eyes of the imperial nobility, ordinary civilians do not need dignity, let alone a soldier who has long been out of breath.

In their opinion, the roar of the battleship and the flash of artillery fire are like a requiem song, why bother to hold any memorial service, as a cold corpse without breathing and unconscious, who cares about them.

The ruined battleships floating like space junk are their natural coffins. There is no ocean, no blue sky, no bright and barren planet with birds and frogs, which is an excellent place for them to bury their bones. At the very least, under the vacuum, there is no need to worry about being spoiled by snakes and rats.

The government spokesman would tell the families of the fallen soldiers, they were all buried at sea in space, and the glory of "Celtic" would be with these martyrs who had dedicated their youth and lives to the empire, and then they would be given a set of military uniforms, as well as dog tags engraved with the names of the soldiers, and would comfort them in a low and powerful voice: "This is the relic of your son (brother), please mourn and be good, the empire is proud of XX." ”

But in fact? They may lie alone in a corner of the universe, they may be unclothed, they may be angry, and they may not even be able to find a whole piece of meat. As for the so-called relics, the uniforms were brand new, processed from the clothing factory, and the unwary government employees could get the size wrong, the soldier numbers confused, or even two pairs of pants tucked into a relic box.

And those dog tags? Even more ridiculous, every time a space war ends, a jewelry factory will receive a large order, and then the government employees will throw the number of jù cards with tens of thousands of names stored across the negotiation table, and tell the person in charge of the jewelry factory in a very flat tone that in order to make the effect more realistic, you can sprinkle some blood on the finished product, as for dog blood, pig blood, or other blood, you can do it yourself.

Compared with the practices of the government army, the Tang side read a kind of "home" warmth in these rebels. Bidding farewell to comrades and burying comrades-in-arms, although this is an extremely sad and painful thing, there is a warm current flowing in the chest. The tears of those rebel soldiers were more shining than crystal, warmer than spirits.

Perhaps, this is the reason why they dare to fight even in the face of government forces several times their size, even in the face of the menacing imperial fleet.

They are not alone, and there are tens of thousands of their families on the Freedom, who are pursuing their ideals and hopes. This gave them courage, as well as the responsibility of men, the faith of warriors, and the fearlessness of a revolutionary with a smiling butcher's knife.

Although the Northern Union Army was only a ragtag army composed of miners, peasants, craftsmen, and even market thieves, they had something that the government army did not have, a soul!

Along the way, Tang Fang cast a respectful look at these soldiers, and he also gained smiles, gratitude, admiration, and brotherly trust.

"Tarossa."

Turning around a well-calculated factory area, I heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the front. Tang Fang looked up and saw Grant with Monroe and Sam Jr. walking up quickly.

"Thank you." Without much gratitude, Grant stepped forward and hugged Tang Fang's somewhat bloated upper body, reached out and patted him on the back.

Although for some reason, he did not show up in the previous battle, Grant understood that as their leader, how could those people come back to help the rebels without his nod and approval.

This benevolence, this kindness, even if he Grant is broken, it will be difficult to repay it.

"Brother Monroe, come on, look at that ......" Little Sam's mouth behind him had already opened into an O-shape, and he looked at the hundred machine gunners behind Tang Fang with a dull expression.

When the two sides were separated in the Blue Lake area, the total number of soldiers wearing power armor was less than 20, and at this time, in addition to the 36 elite soldiers led by Aros and Hausen, there were 100 more people.

Those 36 people alone can withstand the fire on the sea surface and tear a gap in the entire defense line of the Sea Falcon Commando, if you add the 100 people in front of you, this 139-person team can exert combat effectiveness, just thinking about it, it makes people shudder.

Grant let go of Tang Fang, and also looked at the hundred-man troops behind him, couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and hesitated: "He...... They ......"