Our convoy was speeding across the fields of Kuixing, and the worst thing happened, we ran out of energy blocks in our combat suits, which meant that we would face minus 50 degrees Celsius weather before we reached the next large base.

As Captain Feng Qiu said, we haven't distributed any food since we came out of Mars! I now take one energy capsule a day and now I feel hungry and sleepy.

Our squad was rotated back and marched with the large army, the endless convoy was almost buried by the raging snow and ice, and the trucks were prone to break down in this cold and windy weather, and once the trucks stopped, we mechanics had to repair them from the top as soon as possible.

And now no one wants to leave the warm patrol car and go to repair the truck in the blizzard. I now regret exchanging energy bars for Rosha's Disan in Kaskinen, when I should have given nothing.

There was no extra food, cigarettes became a precious substitute, and I saw red cigarette butts flashing in almost every patrol car, and I myself was no exception, and I slowly smoked the last few cigarettes, hoping to refresh myself and not pass out.

......

By early evening, we were asked to stop and rest for two hours. It's not the mercy of our superiors, it's that the disconnect of the ranks is too severe, and the high rate of truck damage is scary, and we need to regroup the team.

Parking is a bad thing, and that means I'm going to get out of this reasonably warm compartment and overhaul the damn trucks one by one in the blizzard.

I'm almost scolding at this, a combat suit without energy blocks is about the same as a cotton jacket to keep warm, it's too cold outside. I tested the trucks one by one, and in fact, they didn't have any problems, and the ones with problems were already behind.

At this time, I noticed that some of the soldiers who had been scheduled to go on patrol were hiding in a snow pit and smoking, and I immediately gave up my useless mission and joined them.

There was a squad leader, and three soldiers, one of whom looked like a soldier with a vicissitudes of life on his face was talking about the war, and a few of our lazy soldiers were listening with relish, when suddenly a man came over.

Oh, my God! We see his epaulettes - a colonel. This is the highest rank I've seen at the moment, but he caught him while he was lazy. A few of us hurriedly threw away our cigarette butts and saluted him.

The colonel's angry voice immediately came from the communicator: "Are you looking for death?" Disobey the military order and shoot you right now! So many people are dying on the front line, and you are still smoking here! Now get out of here, work in pairs, and go to the front of the convoy to patrol, and no rest! ”

I picked up my gun and struggled to crawl out of the snow pit, the unfortunate weather had made my limbs stiff, and more importantly, I was very hungry, it was a miracle that I didn't pass out in the patrol car, and now I had to patrol on foot for two hours in the snow and ice.

There were 5 people here, and the hapless captain naturally took on the responsibility of grouping, and he shamelessly put 3 people in a group, and I was in a group with the person with a face full of vicissitudes.

The man with a face full of vicissitudes introduced himself as Carl, and he said that he had been fighting in the Rosa system for five years, and I heard the number of five years, and I was silent for a long time.

I was so hungry that I walked like I was shaky, but this damn blizzard got bigger and bigger, and I accidentally fell into a snow pit, and the moment I fell, I even thought I would die here.

Carl soon appeared on the edge of the snow pit, and he held out his hand to me and asked me, "How is it?" I didn't hurt it. ”

"Nope." I came back with a hint of crying.

Carl was a very caring comrade, he sensed my emotions and didn't comfort me with words, just took my hand hard, and then patted me on the back to cheer me up.

However, the patrol had to continue, and I staggered down the snow, trying to keep up with Carl's pace, and I watched his footprints, step by step. He didn't care about all of this, and he had experienced a hundred times worse things in his five years at Rocha.

I suddenly regretted joining the army, I actually just turned 18 a few days before I joined the army. Now I'm in the snow and ice in Rosa, and I miss the warmth of my home, the food my mom cooked, my classmates at school, and the girl on the street, Ricky.

The sound of me secretly crying came from the communication channel to Carl, and I choked up in a low voice: "I want to go home..."

Carl didn't look down on me because I cried, he probably saw too much. He made me cry for a while and said, "Let's go slowly, don't be in such a hurry, it's normal to be homesick, I haven't been home for five years." Every time I applied for leave, our troops would always have an urgent mission, and they would put my leave request down again and again, and I now forgot what home was like. ”

I was blown away by Carl's casual expression, and I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I had been in the snow for five years. I felt that I must have lost face in front of him, so I wanted to pretend to be a little more sophisticated, and I scolded, like those veterans: "It's all the gods of the Rosha!" We're going to kill them all!" ”

Carl looked at me suspiciously, and my pretended sophistication must have been seen through in front of him. He may be wondering if I've been over-brainwashed by the military, a fanatic.

Perhaps in order not to puncture my pride, he also joined me in talking about the war: "These Rocha people are atavistic orangutans, backward and stupid. But it's just such a group of people who occupy the best galaxy, the most fertile land. I'll tell you something from the heart... Their production capacity is too strong, they have more supplies than we do, and they are still fighting on their own, and our defense line in the Kara Mountains must have been completely flattened by their tens of thousands of missiles before it was lost, and I have several friends who are in Kara, and I guess they will stay there forever. ”

This time it was my turn to comfort him: "Didn't we go to the rescue of the Third Army Group after all our hard work?" Don't worry, it may be difficult there, but the Kara Line won't be lost, your friends won't die, and trust me, we'll be able to beat the Rocha back. ”

Listening to my positive encouragement, Karl still looked indifferent, and said casually: "I hope that the Third Army Group used to be the main force attacking Kuixing, and General Chen Kaishir will definitely be able to hold the Kara defensive line." ”