On the first day of our departure, the entire line of communication in front of Kaskinin was completely paralyzed.

The sudden arrival of a blizzard leaves us with no way forward, and the blizzard here and the earth are completely the same concept.

Violent 12-force winds and hail and snow slag poured down from the sky, visibility was almost zero, and the electronic detection system was greatly disturbed, and if we rushed forward, we would probably be ambushed by the Rosha resistance.

Our company was assigned to the outpost unit, and 50 kilometers in front of the team, we were responsible for reconnoitering the terrain and the presence of Roshas.

At night, our sappers set up makeshift tents for us, and sometimes we spend the night in some of the remaining local buildings. The tents were warm, but they were small enough to hold ten people, and we often had close to twenty people crammed into them.

Hail ping-pong hit the outside of the alloy tent, everyone crowded inside, and it felt as if the end of the world was coming outside.

I'm starting to get tired of the war, and he's completely different from what I imagined fighting on the front lines.

I gradually began to understand that war is not much time for a soldier to actually shoot, 90 percent of the time is to endure the fatigue of long journeys, the erosion of harsh environments, and the theme of war is patience rather than fighting.

The snow has been falling non-stop, we have heard that the winter in Kuixing is terrible, but we didn't expect it to be so violent, the wind and hail have been raining for two days without any intention of stopping, and now the temperature is minus 50 degrees, we only need to leave the thermal device for 5 minutes and we may freeze to death.

We were much slower than expected, walking for two days to get to the first stop, which was supposed to be half a day.

The blizzard finally stopped, but the weather seemed to get colder after the snow.

Our company was going to stop here for a day, and the whole convoy of transporters was neatly parked in a large square, and the scene was spectacular, where there were about 2,000 armed trucks.

I was ordered to stand guard at night, and for the first time it was my turn to stand guard, I felt uncomfortable at the thought of standing in the snow and ice at night, not to mention the fact that my comrades told me that when the convoy came to a stop, it was the most vulnerable time to a sneak attack by the Rosha resistance.

I'm a little unimpressed by the Rosha sneak attack, because I haven't really fought a Rosha warrior since I arrived in Kuixing, and I came from thousands of miles away from Earth, only to find that the front line is still so far away.

In fact, it was just my luck, it was not only in the Kara Mountains that it was called the front line in the place where the Rosa people were attacking, at this time the entire Kuixing was the front line, and many soldiers like me were still quietly dying on this land.

Some of their deaths were due to sneak attacks by resistance groups, some were due to air raids, and some died because they were left behind and ran out of supplies.

My good friend Roy got some local Rocha wine, and he gave me a bottle, and I took two sips of it, which made me feel a lot more comfortable standing guard at this time.

If you stand guard and drink in the barracks, you will be severely punished if you are caught, but at the front line it is much more relaxed.

I was thinking about where the Rocha were, and I wished they were popping up right now, and then I could beat them up with a laser gun I hadn't fired yet.

Just as I was thinking this, a bright spot suddenly appeared in my infrared detection eyepiece, and I suddenly nervously picked up the gun.

I used the pager to send a signal to the other side: "Who's that!" "I used our encrypted channel, and the other party quickly received it, and explained his identity, it turned out that one of our officers came to check the sentry.

The officer asked me, "Is everything alright?" ”

I replied, "Yes, Captain." ”

The captain then said to me, "Very good, young man, you have been very vigilant just now, keep trying. You change to a rotation tonight, and in another hour I'll arrange for a soldier to take over your shift, and you can go back to the party. ”

I suddenly remembered that today was the New Year of the Earth calendar, and after crossing the galaxy to get here, we rarely cared about festivals, after all, the season of Rosha was completely different from ours.

I looked over into the camp, the lights were slowly coming on, and they even lit a bonfire. The music also slowly sounded.

It was actually a violation of the wartime regulations, the lights and the concert exposed us, but it seemed that the officers also attended the party.

These things seem incredible to our recruits, and we just want to fight now, not have some kind of party.

But there are not only us recruits in the convoy, but also many veterans who have been on this damn planet for more than two years, and they really need this kind of warmth.

Hundreds of soldiers over there began to sing the New Year's song, the chorus was very loud, and after singing the New Year's song, they began to sing the military song again, and laughter and laughter continued to come from that side.

I stood in the cold and dead wilderness outside the camp, looking at the warm fire of the camp over there, and seemed to slowly understand the mood of those veterans.

On this icy and snowy planet, we suffer here day after day, I have only been here for less than a month and I am beginning to feel a little tired, and what kind of mood should those veterans who have been here for a few years feel?

What's more, they have also been on the front line, they have seen life and death, if they are always accompanied by cold loneliness, maybe they will go crazy.

It's the same with officers, after all, officers are also people, so such an evening is necessary, it reminds us that we are still people.

I have experienced many large and small parties in the years that followed, but none of them impressed me more than the one in front of me.

In the thousands of miles of wasteland, the camp's small campfire seemed so warm and bright.

I suddenly felt homesick, my home is on the Asian continent of the earth, and I don't know how my home is now.

My father died in an accident at an early age, leaving my mother and I alone.

We live in a dungeon, where the poor live, but I have the impression that our community is a wonderful place.

Although it is crowded, children often chase and play in the streets, the uncles and aunts in the surrounding shops are very kind people, hundreds of families know each other, full of human touch, and we organize large and small gatherings on festivals like today, inviting neighbors to indulge in fun.

Compared to our solidarity, friendly and humane dungeon communities, the wealthy communities that live in the clouds are very cold.

They have the largest house and an observation deck above the clouds, but on New Year's they will only be with two or three family members and share a small, pitiful, expensive and terrible cake.

If it weren't for this war, maybe there would have been a war between us poor and rich, but as the war between us and the Rosha system intensifies, our internal contradictions no longer matter.

Now it is said that the temporarily neutral Phil is also ready to make an alliance with Rocha, which is very bad news, but on the other hand it makes us more united.

I read the news in the army that the entire solar system has become a big factory, all industries that have nothing to do with the war have been completely stopped, everyone in the rear is working hard for the front, producing all kinds of materials, and the poor and the rich are standing on the assembly line together, calling each other brothers.