On the way to the Gamba River, the blizzard subsided a bit, and we didn't encounter resistance along the way, but even so, people kept dying.

At first there were two soldiers, and they went out on patrol and never came back, and then there were more and more of them, and the Rocha people basically did not accept surrender, and they did not know where they ended up.

The other veteran who cried in front of the colonel about the death of his two younger brothers, he had been complaining incessantly for the past few days, and we comforted him at first, but soon felt that his endless complaining was too annoying, so no one paid attention to him.

Until one morning, when he seemed very quiet, and then after a while, we heard a wail coming from outside the camp, and the guy had chosen to commit suicide. But he made the mistake of hitting himself in the stomach with a laser gun, and he was mortally wounded but could not die for a while, rolling and moaning in the snow until the afternoon, and his lesson reminds us that suicide must be aimed at the head.

This atmosphere of pessimism and war-weariness is like a ghost that kills people in the ranks.

They are pessimistic for a reason, Kui is our last large land base in the Rocha system, and if it is lost, the Rosha people will be able to use this as a springboard directly to the outer ring asteroid belt of the Rosha system, where the stargate is directly connected to the advance base on Pluto, and after Pluto is Mars, the home of half of our team.

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Now that we have finally reached the "front line", I am now confused by the concept of what exactly is considered a front line. The distance between us and the Rocha is like that old philosophical question: "There is a spiral today, and half of it is taken by the day, and it is inexhaustible forever." "It seems like we'll never be on the front line.

Now we have a camp in an abandoned mech tank base.

There must have been thousands of mech tanks here, but most of them were lost in the Kara Line, and there were mechanics like us who were dismantling and recovering the damaged tanks.

We stayed here for a few days. Roy and I often go outside the camp to catch black fur balls, which are rabbit-like creatures that make for a delicious barbecue meal.

But the new order came down quickly, and the front-line troops were in great need of our fresh blood.

The combat units of the 277th Division moved to the east to defend our ground-based particle cannon positions. This kind of work means that they will be attacked by the Resistance all the time, and there will be missiles flying more than once in the sky.

And our squad was called upon to help the troops here, and we were responsible for delivering a batch of individual missiles and food to the front line.

The division gave us two armed trucks, and we were going to a position a hundred kilometers away, which was too easy compared to the previous journey of 6,000 kilometers.

When we got here, we weren't short of food, but we knew that for every one of us who was fed, there was one person in the back who was starving.

I was on the second truck, and this one was pulling mostly stuff that was going to explode if it was hit. But I wasn't nervous with Ojet, who was in charge of driving.

Because this section of the road is the wasteland of Kuixing, there is not a single plant in sight for several kilometers, there can be no resistance here, I looked at the gray-yellow sky, a dead wasteland, and felt that the end of the world might be such a scene.

We drove about 70 kilometers to the edge of a large forest, and the message came from the communication channel asking for certification, and we passed the certification without any problems, and a team leader crawled out of the shelter and guided us into the forest.

In the forest, I found that they had established a small kingdom here, with a large tent surrounded by several laser cannon positions, many soldiers coming and going, and several artillery positions next to it, and a dozen mecha tanks quietly dormant in the depths of the dense forest.

They had caught a lot of Rosha's animals in the forest, and they were making them into jerky and preserving them, when a group of soldiers came up and asked us about the real situation in the rear.

There are at least tens of thousands of our troops hidden in this forest kingdom, and the officer in charge of handing over to us has read our verification key and says that our destination is further west.

The officer sent eight men to escort us forward, and then we passed through some somewhat desolate hills, and I could make out the marks on the ground, and the road was often carried forward with supplies.

The man escorting us pointed to a slope in front of us and said, "After here, we are in the combat zone, the snipers of the Rosha people can hit us at any time, and there are special forces lurking in there who may ambush us." ”

Everyone looked at each other. Captain Feng Qiu instructed: "Yi Xide, you come and drive the second car, follow the front." We're going to go through the open as fast as we can, and if the enemy fire is too strong, you can abandon the truck, which will blow you up and you won't survive. Alright, let's go! ”

Our trucks are rushing down the slope at full speed, and the hovers are not slow. But as soon as we emerged, a beam of energy shot from afar and began to attack us, and Captain Feng Qiu shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up! They've found us! ”

The three vehicles, including the escort team, were now sprinting at top speed in the open field, and we couldn't care about hiding our bodies, and the Rosha people sniped at us with heavy laser guns from 5 kilometers away, and we were hit only with a dead end.

Now Ojet and I have to be nervous, and if the weapons in the back are hit, even 10 of us will be killed.

"Spread out!" Captain Feng Qiu's words came from the communicator again, and we no longer moved forward end to end, but spread out from each other. The gunfire over there never stopped, and explosions were around us, and I prayed that we would not be hit, and that there would be no special ambush units in the middle.

The troops escorting us finally did their part, they were able to locate the heavy sniper, fired a few shells past, and acted as cover in time, and we passed through this dangerous place unharmed, and came to the entrance to an underground fortification complex.

There was a quartermaster waiting for us, a tall, thin man, who instructed us to drive the car into the garage at the entrance, and then said to us: "We have dug the tunnel into the trench in front, the tunnel is not wide enough, you have to carry these munitions over." ”

However, before he could finish his last sentence, a huge explosion was heard above us, and the whole passage trembled violently, and the earth and rocks fell like a rain down, and we all threw ourselves to the ground at the first time.

And the quartermaster didn't even blink an eyelid, he said tiredly: "Get up and work, they can't blow up this tunnel, they have to come seven or eight times a day, it's more accurate than an alarm clock." ”

Looking at his calm expression, we confirmed that it was safe, even though the bomb literally exploded above our heads. The quartermaster looked at the supplies we had brought and sighed as he took notes, we had sent too little. The entire front line is still desperately short of supplies.

He pointed to the tunnel ahead and said, "You have to go over there, there is a trench in that area on the bank of the Gamba River...... If you still want to come back alive, I suggest you crawl through the trenches. ”