Chapter 474: Battlefield Song

Butterfly yellow - this kind of thing that has been hyped up to sky-high prices on the black market. Here became a stimulant for fighters. Some people may accuse them of being tyrannical. However, there is no shortage of butterfly yellow here, what is lacking is soldiers who can fight.

Everyone had taken butterfly yellow under Chu Ming's compulsion, and everyone had forgotten the laws of war. Nax wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chu Ming. This was Chu Ming's own decision, and he didn't want to implicate anyone.

"Unscrupulous mechanics." That's what General Pross said.

"He's a madman." Sister Filier Xiǎo commented like this.

"But the laws of war, it's a problem. He was too luàn to come. This is how the chief of staff of Cenarius commented.

"Don't mess with Máo, a mad mechanic, he's scarier than a bug!" That's what everyone is saying.

Everyone felt that the 12th Mecha Brigade was so lucky, they had a brother who was more terrible than a bug, and such a brother could make people feel at ease. With such a mechanic, the maintenance of the two companies was supported, so that they never despaired in the most critical time, they were fighting, and they had a strong backing behind them.

Fight! Fight! The only theme in the belly compartment of Zone 18.

"We are fighting in the universe and traveling through galaxies; We trust side by side, like brothers, we are the closest comrades-in-arms; We are not afraid of failure, we are not afraid of death, because our faith has never wavered. ”

The first to quit the fight was Azalo, whose injuries did not allow him to fight any further. But he didn't leave, nor did he go into the ball pool of the life-sustaining system. Chu Ming forced him to lean against a scrapped mecha, and Aizalo sat like this, singing loudly the military song of the 507 Guards.

Aizalo's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't even finish the longest line in one breath. But he didn't stop, his intermittent voice returned to dàng in the belly compartment of the 18th area, back to dàng in the aircraft carrier and even the entire 507 Guards position. He sang it over and over again, over and over again. He was so excited that when he sang to the point of joy, he tapped the ground with an iron pipe beside him, making a thumping sound. He can only be stopped when he vomits blood, but once he finishes spitting out the blood in his mouth, he will sing loudly again, over and over again.

Quel'Salas joins in, half of his shoulder severed off. He leaned against Aizalo's side, roaring, slapping the cold floor with his last hand, each slapping the wound on his body a bit.

Farelda of the 35th Mecha Company also joined, this unsmiling warrant officer was incomplete, but he didn't care about any of this, he had a shocking mouth on his mouth, which made his voice even more weird.

More people joined in, and Butterfly Yellow couldn't get them back on their feet again. But were they defeated? No - they are not defeated, they are still fighting. Singing is their weapon. They want to tell those who are still fighting - you are not alone in the fight, because we are brothers.

The people in front of the video were shocked, such a heroic warrior, such a sincere brotherhood. It was not something that could be measured by money or anything else, and although these people could no longer fight, their spirit was still fighting on the battlefield, as hard as steel, and fearless in the sky, so that all who dared to despise them were feared.

"It's all good!" Chu Ming put down the work in his hand, he had nothing left to do. He muttered to himself, pulling out the only cigarette he had.

Lighting a cigarette, Chu Ming took a deep breath, he dusted off his body, carefully buttoned the collar of his military uniform, and then slowly walked to the middle of the belly cabin of Area 18, where there was a cross on the ground.

Chu Ming searched for a moment on the ground and stood on the cross, beside him, the insects had already broken through the passage entrance, and countless foot sickles were held high, like luànchā basil. Chu Ming didn't seem to see anything, he stood still, on that cross, he stood there, and everything else had nothing to do with him.

"What is he going to do?" Sister Filier Xiǎo watched the video and didn't understand what Chu Ming was doing.

"Maybe it's a promise." General Pros was a warrior, and he understood the camaraderie of warriors. General Pross guessed correctly.

"Stinky xiǎozi, stay in this position, don't go anywhere. There is no shortage of you on the battlefield. "It's Nax's voice.

"Well, nervous old man, good luck." This is Chu Ming's voice.

Same conversation, different environment. It's an unchanging promise, and for the sake of it, Nax can't even die calmly. He must fight, must! Because behind him is his brother.

Commitment to his brother is more important than life, so he can't tolerate anything passing him by, nor can he tolerate any bug that tries to bypass him. The assurances he made with his life and faith were not negotiable. Because, behind him is his brother.

The most tragic and tragic battle on the entire battlefield was in the belly cabin of the 18th District, which was seen by everyone in the 507th Guards. The bugs are completely entangled with humans, and the whole belly chamber is fighting, and no place is safe.

Maybe not.

The wounded on the ground were still there, they were unharmed. They were singing, singing with joy and with impunity.

Maybe.

In the middle of the belly cabin, the most fierce place of the battle. There was an unarmed mechanic there, and he had been standing there for so long that he had lost track of time. It was so long that it gave the illusion that he would always be standing there, like a statue, and that he would never be killed. Isn't it? Because he has a brother by his side who can be trusted......

I don't know how long it has been.

Suddenly, Nax's hand was held by a man.

"Kill !!"

Nax's eyes were dripping with blood, and he roared, and anyone who dared to stop him was his enemy.

"Sir, after the release is complete, we are here to reinforce you."

Captain 17 Mech-Rankard's hand was tightly gripping Nax's hand, not noticing that his shoulder had been pierced.

"Kill !!"

Nax's gun couldn't be drawn, and he was furious and rushed forward frantically.

"Sir, it's us, the brothers are here."

With tears in his eyes, Khader didn't dodge, he hugged Nax directly, and the broken spear came out of his body.

"Kill !!"

Nax tried to break free, but couldn't, he felt powerless, and it made him feel ashamed.

"Middle-aged old man, aren't you tired?"

A voice echoed in Nax's ear.

"Tired?!"

Nax paused, and he looked back blankly, with a familiar figure in his hazy eyes. It was as if he was still holding a familiar cigarette.

"Brother, you're tired, I'm tired too. Let's go back and sleep for a while. ”

The voice was familiar, but Nax just couldn't remember.

"Okay, let's go, brother, let's give Jiāo here to the other brothers."

A pair of hands wrapped around Nax's shoulders, and those hands were so warm that the crazy Nax couldn't bear to shake them off. He watched, listened, and gradually sank into it. He felt that he was tired and sleepy, and he really wanted to sleep for a while, preferably in the dormitory of the company, listening to the snoring and dream chatter of the brothers around him, and the tossing sound of the mechanic who didn't like to sleep. What a wonderful night and early morning it was!

Nax fell straight tǐngtǐng, and Chu Ming couldn't hold him, so both of them fell to the ground, and they were both too tired.

Azzalo's singing stopped, he stopped beating and flapping, and he lay on the ground, among his brothers, sleeping like a child......

The battle for the belly compartment of Area 18 is over, and the whole battle is nearing its end. Bugs are smart, but they misestimate the strength of their opponents, so, when quantity is no longer an advantage and quality cannot compete with it, the bugs retreat, and the insects from the past retreat, leaving thousands of corpses floating in this star field.

The 507 Guards battleships scattered, destroying the butterfly insects that did not run away one by one. At great cost, they tǐng to the most rear, so they became hunters.

And that's not all.

At this moment, the 507 Guards can be regarded as a real elite unit. They have endured the hardest battles and understood the meaning of bravery between life and death, with those who died tragically and those who living growing stronger. They firmly believe in their beliefs, and that beliefs are ingrained in them from now on, and they will never waver.

There are also cowards, who live in secret. They survived, but they were no longer respected. In the eyes of the truly brave, they are not even as good as those bugs.

The 507 Guards spent five days resting, during which Chief of Staff Cenarius made a detailed analysis of the normal campaign, and in addition to evaluating the advantages and disadvantages of the tactics of the troops, he also made some suggestions for the system of the 507 Guards. In particular, in terms of personnel, the spearhead is directly pointed at the trainee officer system. There was nothing wrong with this long-standing system, but over the years it has changed to make it a position unique to the children of the nobility. Of course, there is a good side to this, and the children of the nobility are not all wine bags and rice bags. However, the shortcomings of this system are obvious, which is why the campaign was fought very passively in the early days. Without the heroic battles of the officers and men of the 507 Guards, the results would have been unimaginable.

The report of the chief of staff of Cenarius was placed on General Pross's desk, and General Pross read it for a long time, but did nothing, and no one knew what he was thinking. However, his silence made some people uneasy, and as a result, some rumors spread under the sī, and some xiǎo groups also communicated secretly. Beneath the calm surface of the 507 Guards, which had just experienced a major battle, there was a turbulent undercurrent. The conspiracy is also stupid, impatient to surface.

A xiǎo mechanic should not care about this, these things are far away from him. Therefore, Chu Ming spent a few days of moisturizing.

"Aizalo, why did you run out again? You've failed in this childish play. ”

In the non-commissioned officer cafeteria of the 12th Mecha Brigade, Chu Ming was working hard to eliminate a plate of red ròu. Aizalo yelled behind him, but it didn't startle Chu Ming. Chu Ming put down his fork and pushed the red ròu away.

Aizaro sat down opposite Chu Ming, sniffed the red ròu, and then said in surprise: "Rock fire jī? You can actually eat the rock fire jī in the non-commissioned officer's cafeteria?! Your stomach is a super reactor! ”

"Actually, it's not that scary, as long as you chew it for ten minutes, you can still swallow it." Chu Ming wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then took out a cigarette.

"Get me one."

"Well, chōu smoke is bad for health."

"Yes, chōu smoke is harmful, but healthy. What about fire? ”

"You're so troublesome!" Chu Ming complained and handed the lighter to Aizalo.

Aizalo lit a cigarette, spat out a round smoke ring, and shook himself leisurely, the nanmu stool creaking under his ass.

"Squeaky Aizalo, that's a nickname for you." Chu Ming leaned back in his chair and relaxed his body.

"Of course. When I got married, I had to buy a low-quality steel wire chuáng, and I liked the word squeak, which was like biting a piece of rubber. Aizalo was still shaking, he finally ran out of the hospital, and he wanted to stay with Chu Ming for a while. He didn't dare to face Nax, Nax would definitely tie him up and take him back to the hospital.

Chu Ming and Aizalo chatted for a while, and people came to dine in the non-commissioned officer cafeteria one after another. Although the non-commissioned officer cafeteria of the 12th Mecha Brigade is very large, the diners are crowded around the same table as Chu Ming and Aizalo, so that they can get closer and closer to Chu Ming, a magical mechanic, and by the way, they can also listen to Aizalo's story-like description of the battle. Aizalo is also a magical character, with half of his body and insects fighting to the bottom, and the most tragic singing is even more tragic and singable, so the fighters who did not directly participate in the battle in the belly cabin of Area 18 admire him, and they also like this guy who likes to joke and say a few words.

The atmosphere in the non-commissioned officer's cafeteria was very warm, Aizaro was smoking a cigarette, describing the battle process in a colorful way, although there were some exaggerations in some places, but it was basically in line with the facts, Chu Ming sat next to him with a cigarette, he enjoyed this atmosphere very much.

"Is Chu Ming here?"

Suddenly, a man looked at the door of the non-commissioned officer's cafeteria and shouted.

Chu Ming stood up and saw that it was a warrant officer, which he didn't recognize, so Chu Ming separated everyone and walked forward.

"A document from the divisional staff, you can collect it." The warrant officer also recognized Chu Ming, and he handed Chu Ming a document bag in his hand.

"It's good, thank you." Chu Ming looked at the seal, there was no word for secrecy, so he opened it and looked at it.

"Oh, a technique jiāo flow meeting, I know the way." Chu Ming quickly browsed it, and the content of the document was a jiāo flow meeting of mecha maintenance techniques, and Chu Ming was asked to participate. This kind of meeting was often held after the war, and Chu Ming also participated in it a few times. So I didn't think too much about it.

"Be careful about the time." The warrant officer was polite and reminded Chu Ming of the date of the meeting under the document.

"Oh, what a shame. July 29, huh? July 29, isn't it today? ”

"Yes, this was a temporary decision, because several mecha maintenance masters from our army are coming, so everyone is not willing to miss this opportunity."

"Master?" Chu Ming was a little interested, nodded and agreed.

Sending off the warrant officer, Chu Ming looked at his watch, there was no time to prepare, fortunately, there was nothing to prepare, so Chu Ming went back and said hello to Aizalo, who was chatting with everyone, and said perfunctorily.

Chu Ming looked at Aizalo's appearance, and felt that this Xiǎo son smelled like someone was going crazy, so he smiled happily, turned around and walked towards the A2 conference area on the upper deck of the aircraft carrier. The document was thrown on the table and not taken away.