"How many more people will die for your own glory, Mike? Haven't you asked yourself this question? Barno stared into Petowski's eyes and saw the stubborn face slowly change, and large tears welled up from the major's eyes.

"So you know!" In disgust, he loosened Petowski's hair and began to stand up and groom.

"Gone." He put the loose macro magnetic cufflinks back on, and the pilots made way for Fazzani, who saw the fate of his subordinates, who sat with his back to the pillar, his leg bent, his hair disheveled, his cheeks swollen, and his face bloodied.

"I'll be courtier! You're going to pay for it! Fazani ran to his subordinate and examined him carefully, and found that he was not seriously injured except for mental malaise, and he was relieved a little.

"Whatever you want, General." Barno. Kinsey saluted as quickly as he turned to lead his men away, but Petowski stopped him.

"Wait, Kinsey." Captain Deathwing struggled to his feet, waved away from Fazzani's hand, squeezed a trace of blood from between his teeth, and staggered towards Barno. Kinsey.

"37 children died, and you punched like a sissy? Don't mother-in-law, let your people do it together, and we don't owe each other when it's over. Petowski stood behind him, and Fazzani stood beside him tremblingly.

He could no longer think that there was nothing he could do with these big-headed soldiers who had shown defiance of military discipline, and he thought about calling up his watch to call the Fleet Gendarmerie, but with his familiarity with this civilian communication tool, it would have taken a long time.

Fazzani fully understood that the Kinsey siblings had a huge influence in the Angel City military, even in this bar, because they all beat people like this, but none of the soldiers present stepped forward to help, not even holding up their watches to make a call.

"You mean you don't owe each other?" Barno, who had already walked to the door of the bar and stopped. Kinsey turned again, looked at Petowski in surprise, and shook his head slightly after a long time. "You don't owe us anything, Mike, the axiom I wanted today has served its purpose." He took a step forward.

"Here, the debts you owe, one by one, it will help you remember." He tapped Petowski on the chest with his finger. "And that's enough for me." He laughed playfully at his opponent, and watched with satisfaction as the look of resistance that had been written in Petowski's eyes had faded and disappeared without a trace.

Turning again, he pushed open the door to the bar, and at parting he waved to Fazzani and Petowski.

"There are no regrets when you live in the sea of stars and die." Barno said.

"That's for the dead......"

By this time the drizzle had stopped outside, and Lieutenant Colonel Kinsey and his pilots walked out of the bar door, the spring door closing gently inward, bringing up the crisp starry sky.

……

Sitting in the taxi back to the fleet, looking out the window at the tranquility of Lake Andrei, Fazzani and Petrovisky were speechless for a long time.

The windows were always open, and the Major, who had been blown by the bleak night breeze, had gradually recovered his senses from the numbness of alcohol. The flying car sped along the lake, and under the faint light, the lake was as black as thick ink as night.

"It wasn't the way I expected." Fazani suddenly said to his subordinates with a sad heartfelt voice.

And after a long silence, Petowski finally spoke.

"But it wasn't much like I expected......" The Major kept looking out the window, his cheeks swollen and his bruised eyes glowing in the night.

"3 cruisers, 10 combat ships, but to challenge the entire fleet of Vulkens...... Checkmate...... In fact, the result is really not too bad. He smiled suddenly, and looked at Fazzani. The latter stared at him with a strange frown.

"Did you know? Checkmate. "Petowski finally opened up to Fazzani for the first time after this operation." In that ghost base, I had thought more than once about the outcome of this mission. And once you deviate from the direction of the idiots in the staff, it is inevitable that our gang will appear on the scene...... In fact, in my countless visions, there are many worse than this. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"But that's just imagination, right? And this is the reality, the difference between the two is that you have to watch them die tragically in front of your eyes one by one, and suffer every day after that, until God finally closes your eyes. Petowski was still smiling, but tears were streaming back from his eyes.

"They're so good, better than anyone I've ever met......" he began to sob. What a crash king, what a bullshit crash king, compared to these kids, what are we guys who are about to fall into the ground? ”

"Mike ......," Fazani said, holding his trembling shoulders from the side.

"Don't touch me!" Petowski reflexively dodged to the side. That wall...... It's still there...... Fazani said in his heart.

"Why not me? Why not me forever? Katie, James, Longbottom, Balin, and Page, and now Clem, Janet, Remus, Mlay, Evergreen...... What can I do? How can he be! He covered his face to wipe away a handful of tears, and when he looked up again, he was already laughing with his face up, his face full of scars and bruises, but he smiled so heartily.

Fazzani didn't want to stop him, so the flying car with Petowyski's hysterical smile all the way to the distant glowing barracks.

At this time, the wind blows stronger, and under the bridge across the lake, in the culvert through the mountains, and in the maple forests on both sides of the road, there are countless echoes.

It seems to be a whimper, more like a heartfelt outpouring......