"It's different?"

"What could be different?" Astrid sneered, put her hands behind her back, leaned forward slightly, and said disdainfully, "Can they really have three heads, four shoulders and six legs?" Well, I'll tell the soldiers to bring two more grenades that will solve the problem. ”

"We are all people who have lived through the world war, and there is something great about hundreds of special operations units."

Schlieffen was not angry at all, and slowly spat out two words: "71st Ranger Regiment." ”

"This 800-strong paratrooper changed the course of the war, and without them taking the fortress of Eben Emar and holding on to reinforcements, the Allies would have been delayed for more than 48 hours, and this time would have closed the gap, you know what the outcome would be."

"Then he's different!" Astrid said angrily, "Doubt is not an excuse, ignorance is not the same as fearlessness, if all wars can only be fought clearly, there will be no wars, just learn math and play master!" ”

"Okay, okay!" Schlieffen didn't want to dwell on the subject, so he had better add: "Be cautious with things from unknown sources." ”

"I'll dispose of them like mechs crush bed bugs." Astrid made a gesture of wiping her neck with her fingers, and the female officer, who had received the most formal military education before the war, adhered to the attitude of one shell for everything, and if something was not cleaned, another shot would be enough.

The seminar between the two of them quickly broke up, and Astrid climbed to the top of the air defense tower, and in the shadow of those huge twin-mounted electric anti-aircraft guns, she lit a cigarette, silently watched the flames of the cigarette butt gradually burning in, and suddenly laughed, probably understanding what kind of fiery temper she was, so she was always doing thankless work in the officer corps, and she was the spear hammer that charged and broke the shield, and she was also the tail breaker behind the palace, as if Astrid Josephine was a panacea, and could be called a belligerent, what a good excuse.

"it." Astrid glanced at the guards at the door, and threw the cigarette butt downstairs fiercely, expecting a loud noise, but nothing, the wind was still there, and the sea was still there.

So, she naturally remembered the sea.

Six months ago, the Poseidon Half Moon Bay General Base.

Sparks poured down like a waterfall, scaffolding was erected everywhere along the slender and narrow hull, and welders climbed up and down like worker ants to carry out routine maintenance on the warship, which is no different from overhaul. The ships that can be in the submarine dock of Half Moon Bay are all the best performing in the pre-war Monica Navy, but no matter how good they are, they can't stand the test of time, sixty years have passed, about every inch of iron has grown rusty, waiting for the spray paint and frosting, and the warships that have not sailed into the ocean for a long time are like the generals who rule Poseidon, dying of old age.

In the days before waiting to be transferred to the Fort Benning base, Astrid visited every important submarine dock and the Half Moon Bay Arsenal, even if she was as long-legged as she was, she couldn't make it all over the huge underwater base, but there were places she always saw and remembered.

When she first woke up, she knew nothing more than her teacher, Lieutenant General Williams, the little cow Paltrow Polly, and a group of special operations soldiers who survived the freighter on Lake Balaton. Speaking of which, eighty and one hundred and twenty years old, the gap suddenly disappeared, and both old bastards with their necks buried in the dirt. Astrid thought teasingly, but she immediately remembered with sadness that the lieutenant general in his prime had become a dying old man, and she was still a young and beautiful female officer, one imprisoned in a luxurious office without freedom, and the other wearing a big-brimmed hat and wandering around with ant legs.

In this comparison, she is lucky.

AT THAT TIME, ASTRID OFTEN STOOD ON THE LOOKOUT FOR A LONG TIME, TIRELESSLY WATCHING THE CRANE CARRY THE STEEL PLATES, AND THEN THE WORKERS IN ENGINEERING EXOSKELETONS SHOUTED TO MELT THE WELDING TORCHES, AND ON THE SMOKY GRAY DECK, THE 76MM RAPID-FIRE NAVAL GUNS DID NOT SQUEAK AT EVERY TURN.

When people wake up from a long sleep, they can't figure out when and what day is in a short moment, this scale is enlarged to sixty years, and the confusion will be extraordinarily long, and Astrid's mind keeps jumping over the days of blood and fire, wind and rain, as if returning to the light, thinking carefully about the past eighty years of life, heh, there are really eighty years, but no one wants to admit it.

Born in Northern Europe, Astrid has few parents in her childhood memories, beside the endless glacier, seeing no one else for many days, the sulfur-smelling fountain became her baptismal memory, as she gradually grew up, she gradually realized that her grandfather wearing round-framed glasses was bound to a wooden house because she was bound to a wooden house, and no matter how big the world was, it was small for a wild goose, so one day, she got an obituary, and got her parents who came all the way, and another strange relative.

It was her brother, Keith, Keith Joseph.

As she searched for her brother during the days and nights in the harbor, Astrid rested her chin on the railing and two crates of wine beside her chair, reminding her of a Norse legend that the proud Valkyrie of the Empire was willing to be fucked by the ugly Goliath for four days and four nights in order to seek the help of giants.

So could he be me? Astrid poured half a bottle of wine, jumped up and shouted, "Eureka! ”

O grassland, grassland.

Vast grasslands.

It's a pity that she doesn't have a manuscript paper in her hand.

Montana looks like Nordic, except that it is lonely and blue, and Astrid has become a tough little devil, and his father's cowboys have learned who the owner of the land will be, but they will never look at a teenage girl from the bottom of their hearts.

Soon, they felt what kind of demon a girl who had lost her mother could be.

When Astrid's fame spread halfway through the state, Joseph Sr. finally couldn't help but throw his eldest daughter, who was keen on fighting, into the military academy, even if it was his only bloodline. In the words of the father: "You have long lost the right to comment on your mother and your brother, you are my daughter, my daughter." ”

Go, go to the steppes, heroes.

Heroes of the past.

From the military academy to the army, everything is logical, the gun is much more effective than the horsewhip, Astrid completes the transformation from a girl to a woman, and also completes the diary sentence "Damn Josephine, damn Josephine." ”

At the moment of the award, she felt that her past self was dead again.

As the saying goes, you don't die a second time, but Astrid managed to do it.

She died three times.

She silently watched the majestic underwater gears twisting the chains of the submarine, the energy provided by the reactor drove the lifting channel, tens of millions of tons of seawater poured in from the flood outlet, flooding the dry dock in an instant, and then held up the lucky frigate, the ground crew behind the curtain wall cheered and threw their hats, celebrating the next warship on the surface, especially the sunlight that penetrated through the tunnel, shining on the wasteland humans living in the snail, and the miserable white stars hidden under the lifting platform were like the last blessings and curses, now in the light and hidden in the light.

In the undersea tunnel leading to the sanatorium, Lieutenant General Williams never deliberately closed the blackout curtain, so the old man walked to the selected cemetery every time under the gaze of the sea monsters. Astrid had asked the old man why he didn't shut it down, why he didn't feel frightened. Behind the alloy plate with a thickness of tens of millimeters, there are countless heads like the mythical old dominators, as tough as her, and they suddenly feel cold sweat at a glance.

"Son, it doesn't matter if you've crossed the same road many times enough and it's a coyote or a hare on the road." Lieutenant General An Zhiruosu. "The important thing is that you always know the end."

The wind will blow away, and on the green grasslands,

Their bold singing, the singing of the past.

Yes, knowing the end is also a kind of happiness.

The end of Astrid's plan has come.

Gathered again in the secret conference room, Astrid put on her glasses to hide her bloodshot lake-green eyes, taught the whip to be a little red on the projection wall, and said in a deep voice: "The target has eaten the bait, our spy has been exposed, and the news has been released to confirm." The high-altitude drone detected a movement of about 2,000 people on the return journey of the DY21 convoy, which is expected to enter the ambush circle......"

Everyone looked up at the clock, and Astrid said lightly: "The estimated time, tomorrow night at 11 o'clock." ”

It was the time when their compatriots had fought to the death, and Astrid had already cut off the fate of the ignorant convoy of hundreds.

"The first phase, codename, Orr, is officially launched."

The officers who had imprinted the plan in their hearts moved quickly, and the trickle of communications, armor, logistics, sanitation, infantry, and the air began to converge in one place, and they wanted to merge into a turbulent current that would divert the river to the right ocean.

Lin Hai's night wind tore Astrid's sideburns, reminding her that it was late at night, and that it was time to return, and Astrid walked back to the barracks, her hands resting behind her head, silent and dreamless.

The clock turned to five o'clock in the morning, the first rays of sunlight had come out, Astrid sorted out the last constrained energy force field in the exoskeleton preparation room, she adjusted the energy output of the mecha, and finally fixed on a dangerous value, 59%, the first trace of the critical burst value, at this scale, the halberd she wielded was the most powerful, and the possibility of becoming a firework was also the greatest.

The cathartic sunlight pierced her eyes, turning golden, and Astrid was silent.

And what is left for them is only the honor of the battle,

and dusty journeys,

and a way back to a distant land.