"In 10 minutes, the plane will land at Boston's Logan Airport, relax, fasten your seatbelts, your home is there, and you won't run far." The pilot kindly joked that the plane was carrying hundreds of homesick soldiers, who gathered around the portholes in a swarm, looking greedily at the unfamiliar city.

The plane descended with some tremors, Simon subconsciously held on to the hospital bed next to him, on which lay a young soldier wearing an oxygen mask, Simon gently helped him turn his head, although the stranger he had never met closed his eyes tightly, Simon believed that this compatriot who had lost his legs deserved a better look at his hometown than he did.

"Man, we're home."

In times of war, military priority was given to civilian flights, which were reduced to the extreme, so as to save fuel for support to the front line. There are only a handful of Airbus A380s parked at Boston's huge airport, and there are enough people for these remaining large planes to be authorized to take off.

The passengers escorted the sick and wounded into the airport ambulance first, and Simon was fortunate enough to be in the ranks of his hands and feet, opening his arms and breathing in a breath of his long-lost homeland, and his nose shrugged, but he unusually smelled the smell of gunpowder that should not be there.

Simon took off his Penny hat and his eyes widened. The sky was gray, and several huge pillars of black smoke were scattered around the airport, and if you guessed correctly, it should be that the military factory was moved over, and then transported on the way to the province. As soon as the rangers got off the plane, the military vehicles drove in and began to unload special equipment, Simon smiled self-deprecatingly, the command really couldn't arrange a "Overlord" strategic transport plane for a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, carrying this batch of goods is its own job, take them by the way when they return home, that's all.

The ground crew impatiently drove away the idlers and others, and the reception staff of the domestic command was late, so the rangers had to step aside first, sharing cigarettes and sweets with each other, and watching the "overlord" open his belly and enjoy a gluttonous feast.

Simon has been on the battlefield on the mainland for many years, and the Allied forces recognize all kinds of weapon models, and he keenly recognizes that the special equipment unloaded should be an auxiliary positioning device for some kind of missile, but there is a space-based weapon system, and the missiles are tactical at best. If it weren't for the fact that two years after the start of the war, at the beginning of the war, all the weapons-grade satellites were immediately destroyed by the Space Force, otherwise a space-based tungsten rod would have been down, and the remaining scum of the entire Emar Fortress would have been very polite.

The rangers were pointing and laughing uncontrollably, and the supervising officer was carrying a silver eagle on his shoulder, frowning and saying something, and a bunch of white-helmeted chain dogs instantly appeared in the airport, waving military sticks and loudly ordering the group of veterans to roll back into the shipping hall.

The roar of the heavy carrier vehicle came, Simon looked back, his eyelids jumped, it was a miniature version of the land-based missile launch vehicle, and under the protection of several infantry combat vehicles, it drove directly into the cargo hold of the "Overlord". Simon was a little puzzled, the war has reached its fifth year, whether it is the Allies or the Empire, not to mention the large consumption of missile stockpiles, even if a missile attack is really launched, the ubiquitous electromagnetic interception network will cause the vast majority of missiles to fail, rather than wasting this resource, it is better to build more cloud burst bombs and incendiary bombs.

"No turning back!" The gendarmes raised their sticks and cursed viciously. Simon took a sip, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the dagger tattooed on his arm, the gendarmes obviously didn't want to argue with this kind of veterans of a hundred battles, people who had passed through life and death were often unreasonable, and they would die if they died, but if they were pressed too tightly and moved, for the sake of maintaining the morale of the front line, no one would be able to eat and walk around.

"you, Chain Dog!" The Rangers compared their middle fingers, and for a short time, the missile launcher was on the "Overlord", and Simon stared at the overseer officer with his wrist cuffed suitcase accompanying him to the plane. Helicopter gunships accompanied the "Overlord" into the air. Sitting in the shipping hall, the ceiling buzzed to the ground, Simon could hear it, and it was estimated to be a squadron-level all-domain fighter group.

The reception staff is late, there is no way, the young men are all fighting on the front line, and the ones in the rear must be the reservists to use the remaining people to do civilian work, and go through the rectification procedures for the remnants of the troops, what capable people are you expecting? It would be generous not to let the Rangers walk to the Boston Command.

Got on a slow civilian bus, started several times and still lazily sprayed a few black smoke, and refused to move, until the driver scolded and kicked the driver's seat, got out of the car with the toolbox and lifted the hood to make a fuss, and then drove out of the airport.

After an hour or two, they finally arrived at the Boston headquarters, where two guards in T-45 mechs stood solemnly with guns in their hands, and walked through the hall to the sound of busy keyboard tapping. Simon regretted it, he knew that he would study hard in middle school, maybe after the recruit training was over, his superiors would assign him to be responsible for military intelligence writing as appropriate, and he would just stay comfortably in the rear and take a few photos, so he had to be stupid to show himself, but he didn't know that the easier it was to get the medal, the easier it was to die, and when the time came, wouldn't everyone be happy?

Entering the conference room, the civilian staff first handed out the written documents, Simon casually glanced at them, nothing more than some official statement, the state was satisfied with the excellent service of the soldiers, praised a lot of things, and handed out special ration cards for the return to the country. After all, in times of war, eating, drinking, and entertainment outside, it is not enough to give money, and ration cards must be attached.

Simon carefully counted the stacks of colorful cardboard tickets, well, the headquarters was generous, and according to the pre-war living standards, it was enough to live a chic life for three months, and it was impossible to take three months off on vacation, and sending it back to the family was naturally a tacit default.

After the rangers had been talking for a quarter of an hour, the command officer appeared in due course. Veterans who have waded through the dead have little trust in anyone but their comrades, let alone expect them to show the least respect for a white-faced boy with a shaved chin.

The officer succinctly roared at the crowd, and the thunderous explosion instantly suppressed all the rangers, and the sharp-eyed man caught a glimpse of the Colt python pinned to the waist of this Texas cowboy.

"I'm Major Walter Lippmann, you can call me 'Chief' or 'Major' for a long time to come, if you have any questions, you can go to the shooting range after the meeting to find me and solve the problem, otherwise shut up and listen to me!"

Simon only felt a grenade explode in his ear, and he was dizzily convinced, at least in terms of voice, Simon was convinced, and closed his mouth very quietly.

Major Lippmann, apparently untainted with bureaucracy, got straight to the point: "I know what you Rangers who have just come down from the battlefield are most worried about, and I tell you plainly, the Second Battalion of the Rangers will remain in strength, and new recruits will be sent from the Fort Benning headquarters, and you will be given the latest equipment and retrained. But before that, as well-deserved warriors, you deserve to enjoy the holiday, and today, a month later, at the same time and place, return to the team! ”

The Major handed each of them the leave permits, and shook their hands, Simon almost felt that the bones of his hand were broken, and he bared his teeth at the muscles that were firmly on the verge of the collar of the Major, and the lightning armband indicated that the Major was also a Ranger.

After the stick was drawn, the major handed over the carrot and said: "Remind me, the soldiers on leave have the priority of transportation, and tomorrow there will be a military column to the south, and if you are willing, the shooting range will look for me after the disbandment!" ”

Simon's family was in Pennsylvania and naturally wanted to board the free military train, and fuel restrictions made long-distance travel difficult. Simon was not a low stature, and he followed the major like a junior student.

The major asked the rangers who wanted to board the military column without exception to compare marksmanship, and the private brother who was messing around with guns all day long was very happy, but the 100-meter target, the major all hit the full ring, and the sharp and killing was extremely neat.

When it was Simon's turn, the major refilled the M5 rifle with a new magazine and said, "Simon Hayes, one of the best marksmen in the Ranger Regiment, I have seen your file, the famous Königsberg White Death, killed 57 in one day?" That's just the number of people who are alive, and tell me, how many Imperial Cubs did you kill that day? ”

The rangers present were deeply surprised, the White Death was a legend, and the Allies were defeated in the first year of the war, but the Battle of Königsberg was fought with momentum. In countless stories, the White Death who blocked an Imperial infantry battalion by one person is a legend within a legend, who would have thought that the blue-eyed boy next to him would be the god man who forced the Imperial Army to come out with a sniper rifle and was covered by armor and artillery fire?

Simon stood up straight and saluted solemnly: "Report Major, personal statistics, 82!" ”

There was a low exclamation of exclamation, you know, today's assault soldiers are all equipped with heavy exoskeletons, obscuring vital points, and five years ago the Allies still used outdated Macmillan rifles, which had to hit the seams of the armor to kill with one hit. Miller, who accompanied Simon, was shocked and his jaw was about to fall, no wonder Simon only wore a silver sniper badge, and the tree was afraid of attracting wind.

Major Lippmann returned the salute and grinned: "In 2051, Narvik in Northern Europe, the sniper responsible for supporting the strong attack echelon should be you, right?" ”

"Yes sir, Sergeant Grinch asked me to hold on to the high ground and provide support, but I thought I had failed because the whole team was killed in the assault."

The Major patted Simon on the shoulder with feeling, and said, "Sergeant Hayes, you have done a good job, asking for a target in front of the sniper master, I remember that there is an idiom in the East called 'Banmen gets an axe', and playing with an axe is not my strong point." The joke made everyone laugh. The Major reached to his waist, untied his holster, and handed Simon the revolver.

"Sergeant, I hope your melee shooting is just as good as your sniper, take it and kill an enemy at close range if he touches him at close range!" The Major shoved the rifle into Simon's hand, leaned down, and added in a low voice, "As a thank you for saving my life in Narvik, take it quickly, you won't want to make me mad." ”

Simon opened the revolver nest, which contained six powerful 44 Magnum, and as its name suggests, the python chose to devour people. "Snap" on the ground, and quickly hit the 25-meter target in a round.

Full ring.

"Report sir, as you wish." The soldiers didn't care about red tape, Simon directly fastened his holster, inserted it into the revolver, and said with a smile showing a mouthful of white teeth. The major grinned and grinned at the boy's hands, and said viciously: "Sergeant, I have to admit that you are really a poor soldier. ”