I'm No. 77, I'm me, just because my space torpedo was launched when I was a cicada, and now I'm arranged to be far away, becoming a spectator, my fate is now in the hands of my comrades, whether I pray or pray, it shouldn't affect the situation of the battle, only quietly wait for the outcome of the decisive battle.

Looking at the time of the cockpit dome, 28 minutes have passed in the whole battle, and there are still 12 minutes before the W76 and W58 come to help, as our battlefield commander, the No. 1 flagship analyzed the enemy's and our own combat strength, and decided to conduct a decisive battle, without waiting for reinforcements, and win the battle as soon as possible in the case of absolute superiority. The enemy has already set sail, their speed is starting to increase, and they are desperately heading in the direction of the research station, leaving us behind. If the enemy destroys the station first, we will be eliminated, and everything will be meaningless.

Hopefully the No. 1 final plan will be a complete success, but of course my hope is meaningless, or they are the only ones who have worked hard.

Anyway, I was bored, and I began to think crankily, if I were the commander, there would be no need to have a decisive battle, first contain them, wait for the allies to come to help, form a situation of one more fight, and bully the enemy to death, that feeling is good. I still feel that the decisive battle now is a little too heroic, maybe I was worried about the outcome.

If they win, I will naturally become a carrier-based pilot. But if they fail, I will have to go back to the moon and continue to nest in the base, the starry sky navigation is not with me, I can only drive a small plane every day and brag to my comrades, just like today, the enemy can only be defeated by my comrades on the front line, and I can only be reduced to a spectator.

But think about it again, even if you become a carrier-based aircraft pilot, what can you do? Just like the comrades who fought just now, listen to the command, charge up, turn into a fireball in front of the enemy, and welcome the enemy's arrival. Because I'm still a small person, the salvation of humanity is not much more than me, less than me, just one more welcome fireworks, even if I don't die and can knock out a few enemy warships, the next time the enemy comes again, maybe I will rush out to meet the battle first. After his death, he was given the title of a combat hero, and the government remotely notified my parents that "your son has died and is our hero!" "In the end, my parents lost their son, received a reward from the government, and were comforted and praised by my friends, but I disappeared from their lives forever. I was destroyed in the universe, I couldn't even collect my ashes, and my parents were deprived of the possibility of coming to my grave every year across the earth. I have also become the dust of the universe, and the earth cannot return to the earth, and the dust cannot return to the dust.

What about the failure to return to the moon, and go back to the old days, practice flying every day, eat the food matched with the system, exercise and exercise, listen to the leaders of the moon base every day to encourage us, the moon is also a battlefield, you are the best soldiers. When I miss my parents, I video chat. When you are bored, look at the moon and see the earth with your comrades. Maybe at the moment when the enemy attacked, when my comrades on the front line were fighting, I could still make a phone call with my parents, maybe the fighting on the front line would not affect us. Maybe we won't have to go out to fight, we'll win the war, maybe I'll be able to go back to Earth like this, see my parents, go back to the old days, and have a girlfriend again. Look, fate still has to be decided by others, this feeling is really indescribable.