Chi Xiao thought to himself, what does Xia Chao want to drink now.

He was a happy e-sports otaku in his last life, hmm, they seem to like Coke, ice cream, and potato chips?

The time spent together was too short and too busy, and Chi Xiao didn't even have time to think about his preferences.

Sweet and spicy, which one does he really like?

The chip on the collarbone gave Chixiao a certain amount of freedom.

There is no punishment for beating someone, because in this situation, soldiers are as scarce as researchers, let alone those who respond to such a call.

He easily got what he wanted, and he was allowed to visit.

As if to comfort him, or possibly to cover up something, the meeting place was not in the isolation cabin, and they took Xia Chao to a room alone, where he was sent by a doctor in an isolation suit thicker than a spacesuit.

Xia Chao sat in a wheelchair, his face was so pale that he didn't have blood, and the clothes on his body looked loose, and a thin blanket covered his knees.

"Brother."

Through the fabric, he couldn't see what was going on with that sentence, but he was sure that there was not a few taels of flesh left on his body.

He only felt that his heart was like a knife at this time, his whole person seemed to have endured eighteen heavenly tribulations, and the pain was not only physical, but his entire soul was torn apart......

He looked at the people inside through the glass, Xia Chao tried his best to make his expression look more normal, but what he didn't know, no matter how good his smile was, couldn't comfort a person who loved him.

Chixiao knows him well.

If he could save the world and let him rip off his flesh piece by piece, he could do it.

But do those people cherish his good intentions?

Is there really respect for every life that takes the initiative to stand up and dedicate?

Those who automatically cooperate with the experiment after being infected, they want to be like the people who are willing to sign the body donation letter in peacetime, and the development of science and technology requires sacrifice and dedication.

But did the end result really respect their original intentions?

Chixiao thought of that day.

Speaking of which, that's a memory of many, many years ago.

He was just a mass of energy gathered within the sword, and no one could detect his presence, and no one could hear his voice.

At that time, his general jumped into the air, without reluctance or grievance.

But now, there was a smile in the eyes he saw, a longing for life, a longing for him.

Chixiao got up and clenched his fists tightly, this hard-won meeting turned out to be the one who turned around and left first......

……

Chixiao returned to his dormitory.

It's much better than the lounge at City C airport.

A single room dormitory, although the furnishings are simple, but there is everything, and it is also very neat.

It was the first time that Chi Xiao had returned here with this body, and he saw a lot of photos on the desk, including his parents and his comrades-in-arms, and it was sad that except for the group photo of the team that followed him to City C, almost all the other people at the time of the photo had left this world.

He didn't know who he was talking to, but when he pushed the door open, he suddenly muttered.

"I'm back."

He took a set of clean clothes and went to the shower.

The soldier's wardrobe is simple and indescribable, it is full of new and old overalls of various colors, T-shirts, and big shorts, all of which are uniformly issued by the army.