In the cab I was with a young man who was well-behaved, spoke clearly, seemed to be a high-ranking talent in peacetime, and perhaps it was because of him that the car was willing to save us.

We discussed the current form of the Great Retreat of Kuixing, and he said that the attacks of the Rosa people were capricious, and they often launched reckless attacks on all fronts without being prepared, but this behavior also made us unguardable, and now the entire interstellar defense force is retreating, and there is no danger to defend.

My throat was dry as bad news kept coming, but the man in front of me had faith in our mighty army.

He said: "Now the 1st and 2nd Army Groups have been reorganized. A large number of reserve troops have also been sent up one after another, and a major counteroffensive is about to begin! ”

When I was at the trough of despair, it was amazing to have such a passionate and confident person around me, and his emotions affected me, and I felt like I was reinvigorated, and my heart was looking forward to the fact that the big counterattack would really begin, as he said.

It wasn't until the evening that we finally found a lonely house, a ruined house that reminded me of the first battle, when the Resistance had hid in such a moving building and killed the red-haired soldier.

Now that we are all veterans, naturally we will not be as reckless as before, we cautiously approached the house, and a soldier got out of the car to go to scout first. We were all so tired and needed a night's rest in such a house.

The scout approached the house slowly and cautiously with his laser gun in hand, the blast module of his combat suit already open.

He scanned the house with an infrared detector and walked around the house, and when he walked to the back, he disappeared from our sight, and we were all a little worried.

But he soon appeared in front of us and beckoned to us. The house belonged to the local civilians, and a family of three lived in it.

We all passed, and the man of the commoner, who spoke broken Earth Language, greeted us: "Welcome...... We are...... Friend...... Friend, there is a ...... in the house Food...... Welcome. ”

None of us put down our guns, but we were still walking into the house, and the man led the way, and when he saw us looking nervous, he turned around and said, "Don't worry...... No...... Resistance ...... Safe...... Place"

We entered the house, the hostess smiled and told us to rest first, we smelled the aroma of food churning in the pot, and there was a Rosa child behind the hostess. A head poked out and looked at us curiously.

The room was very warm and cozy, and our tense nerves relaxed a little, and our temporary captain directed us to carry the wounded in and put them in the living room to rest.

Then we all had a steaming Rocha food and relaxed, this little room brought an immense sense of warmth to all of us, and the Rosha people were also very friendly, they said that human soldiers often came to rest here, and it was a supply station for humans, and the Resistance usually did not dare to come here.

We had a feast of satisfaction, and since we had no money from the Rocha and nothing to give to the family to thank, we were all a little guilty about the kindness.

Then everyone took out their sleeping bags and prepared to sleep in the living room on the first floor, when our makeshift squad leader stopped me.

He hadn't taken off his combat uniform from beginning to end, only opened his helmet during mealtime, and now he said, "Let's take turns standing guard tonight, it's 10 o'clock in the evening, I'll stand on the first shift, you can change me at midnight." ”

"We're going to stand guard?" I asked in surprise.

He replied, "We have to." We can't trust these people, all Rocha people are born liars. ”

That meant another night to spend in a fit of sleep and anxiety.

I lay down for a while, and I couldn't stand the muffled wails of the wounded and the stench of feces and urine, so I ran to the door, where there was a small porter, and our temporary squad leader was guarding the door.

He said, "Sleep, we will be able to get to Garrytown by tonight, which is our large base, and we can catch up with the big army." ”

I was about to say that it is likely that we are already surrounded...... But I didn't say it in the end. I'm just curious about him, his combat suit is torn and dirty like mine, and his mechanical joints are all rusty, but why is he still so passionate and confident? When there is no commander, he still takes the initiative to ask us to stand guard?

In the end, I just shook my head and said, "I'm so tired." "I don't think I can be the kind of passionate person myself, that would make me feel a little naïve, but I also don't want to be a veteran ruffian, that would be too negative.

I lay down, and now the muscles in my shoulders and neck ached terribly, and I looked into the darkness of the room with an unspeakable fear.

The beams of the roof above my head had been hidden in the darkness, I slept deeply but rarely dreamed, pampered people only have nightmares when they have eaten too much, but for those who live in nightmares, sleep is just a bottomless black hole swallowed by time, like death.

A gust of wind woke me from my slumber. I sat up slowly. Seeing that it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, I should have gotten up and stood guard a long time ago, when the light shone in through the open door.

My squad leader yesterday was asleep against a shoe cabinet by the door, and I stood up with a thought in my head that he might be dead.

I have come to understand that life and death are so closely intertwined that the transition between them is often imperceptible.

I rushed up to the soldier and shook him vigorously, and then he tilted his head, and I noticed that he had a hole in the back of his head.

I took a sharp step back, throwing his body away, my mind blank for a moment.

I looked back at the place where I had slept, it must have been the sneak attacker who had missed it just now, and the thought of me being almost killed in my sleep just now, cold sweat was running down my forehead, this was the closest I had come to Kuixing to die.

But fortunately, I didn't make too much noise just now, and the sneak attackers shouldn't have noticed me, so I nervously picked up my gun from the corner and turned on the safe.

Before I could turn around, I heard a Rocha accent, and the Rocha man who had received us last night was standing on the porch. He whispered something to the other person, in Rocha, and I could only understand a little, probably all of them were killed or something.

Another unfamiliar Rocha accent sounded, with relief and encouragement in his tone, and he spoke so fast that I only understood one or two words.

I eavesdropped on their conversation from around the corner from the porter's side, my gun tightly in my hand, I calculated the distance between me and them, and kept cheering myself up.

Finally I mustered up the courage, suddenly flashed the corner, and frantically pulled the trigger on the two people who were close at hand, but the two of them couldn't react at all, and I was punched through the body without making any movement.

One of them was shot through the neck by me and died without making a sound, while the other was shot in the chest and let out a short exclamation before dying.

Someone in the room heard the commotion and shouted someone's name, I think it must have been the Rosa woman and her child, I couldn't have imagined that such a well-meaning family was a member of the Resistance.

I dodged through the door with my gun in hand, and happened to meet the Rosa woman and child in the passageway.

The woman had a pistol in her hand, and she immediately raised the gun to shoot, but I was holding the gun all the time, and I never thought that she was a woman, and I shot her as soon as I saw her arm raised.

A glare of light pierced her chest, and she fell backwards in an instant.

The child, who was now next to the woman, cried out when he saw the woman fall, and went up to hold the woman. But the woman fell down at once, and the laser completely vaporized her heart, and she died in an instant.

I pointed the gun at the child on the ground, but hesitated, no matter how he looked at it, he was just an underage child, I still remember the first time I saw him, he crouched behind his mother and poked out a cute look of his head, but now, in just a few tens of seconds, I killed his father and mother in succession.

The little boy lowered his head. He began to tremble, and then suddenly grabbed the gun in his mother's hand, ready to take revenge.

His movements caused me to pull the trigger, and a laser pierced his body, killing the whole family.

I consoled myself that the moment he picked up the gun, he was no longer a child. And if I continue to hesitate, it will be me who will die.

I stepped over their bodies and walked into the house, and when I saw what was inside, I almost threw up, which I had always had good endurance.

It was a hell on earth, all our soldiers and wounded were lying in the room, there was blood everywhere, and everyone was dead.

Holding back my nausea and anger, I checked around the room, and after making sure that there were no living people, I randomly searched for some food from my comrades, took two guns and some ammunition, and hurriedly ran out of the house.

I couldn't have picked up so many corpses by myself, so I prayed for these poor comrades outside the house for a while, and then lit a fire that burned the whole house, along with the bodies of my teammates.

In the midst of the fire, I watched in silence, this one by one, a living person who had been with me just a few hours ago, and who had now been reduced to ashes.

I didn't stay long. The light of the fire was a dangerous thing, and I climbed into our troop carrier when I came, and went on the road alone in search of the large army.