In the vibrant Baiyue Province and the pleasant scenery of Mantou Port, Parry, who is wearing a scorching sun and a helmet, is carrying an electric welder and sitting on a steel frame one meter above the ground.

There are no wars and pestilences, no stupid Tyre, only the scorching sun and the nasty mosquitoes and flies, and the province of Batoya, which is in purgatory on earth, seems to be separated not by an earth, but by a starry sky of several light years.

In fact, aside from the wide variety of insects, it is quite a place to live.

The only fly in the ointment is that the rich land will inevitably make people lazy and loose.

In just two months, he forgot all about his military career for half a year, and he never thought about anything "for His Majesty the Marshal" and "fighting for the land under the sun".

After all, the container made such a deep impression on his mind......

"Drink some water."

A pleasant sound came from the side, like the wind blowing through the lawn in the spring of the province of Batoya.

Looking at the water bottle handed to him, Parry wiped the sweat from his forehead and showed a sunny smile to the girl who handed him water.

"Thank you."

The girl blushed and nodded, muttered something, and shoved a boxed lunch into his bosom before leaving in a hurry.

Parry kept watching her back, watching her stop around the corner and turn back, watching her shyly run away as they met her eyes, and then smiled and unscrewed the cap and took a sip.

The girl's appearance is not a first-class beauty, but she is petite and lovely, especially the red cheeks he never gets tired of, and it is completely different from the girl in his hometown.

And most importantly, he could feel that she was a kind-hearted person.

He could not see any paranoia or hatred in her face, a simplicity that was rare among his peers in his homeland.

Her name is Kunna, and it's a coincidence that they met.

Her family runs a grocery store, and he happened to go to weld an air-conditioning bracket for the family, and later welded an escalator with extra steel.

The two are of the same age and in the prime of their youth, so they became acquainted with each other.

When she's not too busy, she always comes to the construction site to bring him water, and sometimes brings her lunch that she accidentally cooks too much and the family can't finish eating.

Parry is not a picky eater, after all, the food in the prisoner of war camp is fried in a big pot, and it is good if the chef does not fool around, which is naturally not as good as the small stove at home.

What's more, her cooking skills are still first-class.

Later, Parry also learned from small talk that she was a bird tribe from the province of Borneo where they had planned to go. After learning her identity, he couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.

Speaking of which, she seems to be the first Brahma he has met since he joined the army.

In retrospect, it was stupid.

Two months ago, he was in high spirits shouting slogans with his superiors, impatiently clamoring to go to a place he had never been before, to kill a group of people he had never seen before.

What is it that makes a young, upright and handsome young man turn into a beast with teeth and claws.

He had thought about this question many times, but the answer was vague.

Sometimes it's Tyr, sometimes it's himself, and sometimes someone else comes along.

However, although he couldn't figure out what the problem was, he did understand another thing.

The fate of a collective is always determined by each individual in the collective.

Tyre is not special.

They who were led by his nose were never innocent.

Most jobs in Mantou Port have a lunch break that starts at half past eleven in the morning and lasts until one o'clock in the afternoon, and then works until half past five.

In the case of physical work under the sun, the rest time will be extended by an hour, extended to half past two in the afternoon, and the relative end time will only be extended by half an hour.

Parry usually goes to the harbor on the coast, finds a shaded spot under the shed in the reservoir area, where the sea breeze blows, and quietly enjoys the lunch that Quinna brings him.

When he walked to the place, it happened that the foreman of their construction team was also sitting there.

The man's name was Ding Ning, he was in his early thirties, one round older than him, and he was said to have come from a small place called Mafu Town in Geumchuan Province.

Unlike the officers in the prisoner of war camps, these contract foremen were self-employed people who were engaged in business and trade, and the relationship with these prisoners of war was not that of superiors and subordinates, but of employment, so they got along well.

Looking at the lunch box in Parry's hand, Ding Ning said with a smile.

"Then the little girl brought you food again?"

Parry sat down next to him and said with a smile.

"Don't talk as if I'm eating other people's food for nothing."

Ding Ning said with a smile.

"Yo, could it be that you paid the money back?"

Parry, who was teased, didn't blush at all and said eloquently.

"She said she wanted to open a restaurant in the future, but she only cooked for her family, and she wasn't sure what the outside tasted like, so I didn't make an idea for her."

"Your idea of a hammer," Ding Ning scolded with a smile, slapped his hand on the shoulder, and suddenly changed to a serious appearance, "I think that girl is a good girl, don't let people down." ”

Parry cleared his throat and said in a serious tone.

"You can question my work, but don't question my loyalty to my feelings."

I really don't have to say anything about that.

Ding Ning carefully recalled that the Wilantes he knew lived in harmony with each other, whether it was on the territory of the Legion or the territory of the Alliance.

On the contrary, the seemingly conservative Borneo often have great changes in their lives and families after leaving the province of Borneo.

Of course, he didn't know exactly what kind of state they were in when they were in Borneo, and the Baiyue Strait was already the farthest away from home he had ever been.

"I read on the news, I'm afraid this battle won't be fought for a long time, do you want to live after leaving the prisoner of war camp?"

Listening to the concerned voice, Parry said with a smile.

"I have thought about it, I plan to save up to open a restaurant and have the opportunity to bring my father from the province of Bartoya again. In the past, he always complained that his neighbors were a bunch of old men, and staying with them would only speed up his aging. I remember him saying more than once that he wanted to leave the city of Avent, that he wanted to go to a sunny beach for a beer, that he had worked for the Legion all his life, and that it was time to enjoy life......"

After a pause, he added.

But the old man was reluctant to give up his retirement benefits, and he was reluctant to be complimented by the envy of his neighbors. I don't like Tyre, but he has a knack for making old men happy. ”

Ding Ning looked at him in surprise.

"Your home is in Avent City? How I've never heard you say that. ”

Parry said with a smile,

"Didn't I say that? Well, that's said now. My home is not only in the city of Avent, but also on Invalides Road...... Thanks to my two older brothers, who died in battle, I moved in at a very young age, and was recommended to attend the best military school in Avent, and after graduation I went straight to the barracks as a reserve officer. ”

Speaking of which, that time in the military academy should be the highlight of his life.

Because of his handsome appearance and bright future, many girls in the same class have secretly sent him autumn waves.

It's just that at that time, he hadn't been beaten by the society, and he only thought about expanding the territory and making contributions, and he didn't think about that aspect at all.

Later, after staying in the recruit camp for half a year, he didn't survive to become a ten-man commander, and he entered the most aggrieved 1 million team in the history of the Southern Legion-

A group of people were packed in containers by the chief and traveled thousands of kilometers, and they were served as soon as they landed.

This joke is good enough for hundreds of years.

Ding Ning glanced at this young man up and down, only feeling that his temperament and appearance were indeed different from other big-headed soldiers, but he didn't expect that he was still a high-achieving student from a military academy.

It's no wonder that he was also working in a prisoner of war camp, and he was calloused by others, but he even found his wife.

But this guy's hometown is actually in Avent City......

Ding Ning was silent for a while and spoke.

“…… I've heard that something bad has happened in Avent City lately. ”

"I've heard about it, too." Parry buried his head in the rice and replied casually, not quite wanting to take on the topic.

That was half a month ago.

Not only does he know, but everyone here knows.

When they learned from the news on television what was happening in the province of Battoya, and what had happened to the 1.17 million squad and the refugees stranded in the southern part of the province of Wielante, almost all the soldiers who had given up their hatred had the urge to pick up their guns again.

They were eager to return to the city of Avant, take Tyr out of his bunker, and ask the fool why he had done such an outrageous thing.

Most of the civilians who were driven into the sea were their compatriots, and perhaps even their parents, wives and children......

Some of the soldiers whose homes were in the province of Batoya even broke down and wept.

Although Parry was not excited about that, it did not mean that his heart was not touched at all.

He was just comforting himself, trying not to think about the worst possible scenario.

After all, his family lives on Invalids Road, and the families of many high-ranking officers are also there.

No matter how crazy Tyr is, he can't cut down that street......

Looking at Parry, who suddenly fell silent, Ding Ning knew that he had mentioned something that should not be mentioned.

Touching his nose awkwardly, he was about to divert the topic, when he suddenly remembered what he had heard from the tenderer before.

A month ago, the new development zone project undertaken by Baiyue included a resettlement area covering an area of about 30 acres, which is said to be used to accommodate refugees evacuated from the quarantine area in the southern part of the province of Wielante.

Most of these residents are from the city of Avent, who have been in quarantine for a month, and have been floating at sea for nearly half a month, and now they are finally coming to shore.

Half a month ago, the "Survivor Daily" of French Fries Harbor seemed to mention this in passing, but because there were too many hot events, it did not pour too much fanfare into publicity.

He remembered that the news seemed to mention the time when the ship docked, and it seemed to be today!

Those who have survived from the city of Avent should know a little bit about the local situation.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning suddenly became energetic and looked at Parry energetically.

"I have good news here, do you want to hear it?"

Parry glanced at him.

"You said it was good news, and you asked me if I wanted to."

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously but didn't explain.

"This evening, don't rush back to rest after you get off work, go to the docks for a walk."

Parry looked at him confused.

"What are you going to do at the docks?"

This guy really doesn't know!

Ding Ning smiled mysteriously at him, but did not explain.

"Don't ask, you'll find out when you go."

Parry rolled her eyes, not wanting to hear him sell off, but she kept it to heart.

After eating, he took a nap and woke up to wash his lunch box.

On the way back, he made a special detour to Kunna's house, put the lunch box next to the mailbox in front of her house, and put a note in it, writing today's compliment.

Strictly speaking, it is not a compliment, but for him it is indeed a rare delicacy in the world.

Humming a little song back to the construction site, he finished the rest of the work with his hands and feet, and got off work punctually when the clock rang at six.

Returning the tools to the warehouse, Parry remembered what the foreman had said, and instead of going back to the barracks to rest, he walked in the direction of the docks.

Along the way, he walked and enjoyed the street scenery on both sides of the road.

Thanks to the hard work of these prisoners of war, this wasteland has recently flourished, and there is no longer just a bare port.

Under the guidance of coalition engineers, they built self-repairing roads with cement said to be infused with biomass, followed by timber processing factories and rows of tropical cottages along the streets.

After those houses were built, a group of survivors from Haiya Province and the South China Sea Alliance quickly moved in.

Some of these men sold clothes, some shoes, some hardware tools and bicycles, or opened bars and restaurants, and the silver coins they had received from the League were finally put to use.

Yes, the Union is not joking, it really paid them according to the minimum wage of the League, and it has been paid for two whole months from the day they landed, and the salary has been extended after he signed a contract with the privately contracted engineering team!

And that's the most incredible thing about Parry, in his opinion it's insane!

And that's not all.

The Baiyue Company, which was responsible for running the prisoner of war camps, not only encouraged them to find employment, but also encouraged them to start their own businesses, and provided them with limited liability and guaranteed loans for their business plans!

Aside from being allowed to leave Mantou Port and not to carry guns, they are almost indistinguishable from the survivors living nearby, and if they rent or buy a house, they can even apply to be moved outside the prisoner of war camp from a centralized dormitory to a "weekly residential surveillance".

The alliance didn't worry about them escaping at all, after all, where could they run with only two legs?

As long as the value created is higher than staying in a prisoner of war camp, the Coalition doesn't even care if they do mental or physical work, let alone where they work.

As far as Parry learned, the captain of their engineering team started a construction company called "Build Fast", and they were working on a third of the construction sites in the new development area, and they did it quickly and well.

These guys probably used their experience in the construction of trenches and turrets, but they didn't disgrace their names, and the two- and three-story houses really grew out of the ground.

Not only the brothers of the engineering team, but also the captain of the hundred-man team next door was not to be outdone, and led his brothers to open a "jungle destroyer" lumber factory, and I heard that the business was also so hot that he was busy working overtime every day.

As for why it's called it, it probably has something to do with the jungle corps that beat them before.

However, the people in the alliance were not so careful, they didn't take the name seriously at all, and there were even hippie smiles who ran to take pictures under the factory sign.

According to Parry's observations, the centurion-rank officers seem to mix well when they go to sea.

As grassroots officers fighting on the front line, they have strong execution ability and prestige at the grassroots level, and the spirit of daring to fight and fight is not only needed on the battlefield, but also for creating a career.

The only thing that needed to be overcome was the spiritual imprint that Tyr had planted in their minds.

But then again, people who can't turn their brains around have long since fled into the forest to work as fertilizer, and they won't run to open any companies to re-employ and contribute to the construction of the alliance.

Compared to the centurions who were good at mixing, the millurions and centurions were inferior.

Although many of them also climbed up from the grassroots, after all, they have been away from the grassroots for too long.

The alliance did not give them any preferential treatment because of their status as commanders and commanders, and it may not be easy to adapt to the gap of "class fall".

Moreover, the war is not over after all, even if the war has burned to the province of Batoya, even if the obstinate Tyre is gradually becoming a public enemy of the world, in their opinion, there is still a question mark over who will die.

Moreover, even if it ended in a draw, they could return to the Southern Army as prisoners of war to continue to be their senior officers, and naturally they would not be bribed by the Alliance's money.

However, Parry felt that this time was very likely to be different from the last time.

It is true that the Eastern Legion and the Alliance have exchanged prisoners of war, but the hatred and war between the two sides are not at all the same level, and the Alliance did not unite as many people as it does now.

What's more, the eastward expansion was not the overall will of the Eastern Army, but only the remnants of the eastward expansion faction led by General Klaas's old department, so the two sides declared their own victories, which were in line with the interests of all parties.

But this time is different.

This war is a collision of systems, in other words, a total war!

Not to mention the series of means that Tyre adopted in the war to break through the bottom line, no one would agree to let him go, not even the Willantes themselves.

I am afraid that this reckoning will be completely in the city of Avent......

Parry is pessimistic about the war and the outcome of the Southern Army, like that container full of and urine.

However, he is optimistic about the future of the Willantes.

Although there is an element of compulsion, he does see another possibility in Mantou Port.

If the industrial machinery and steel of the city of Avent had not been used to produce equipment that had already been excessive, and if the wisdom and physical strength of the people of Willant had not been used to serve the will of their superiors but to serve themselves and those around them, they would not have had to endure so much lies and suffering.

He intends to write a memoir of his reflections on the war, which may be a source of inspiration for future generations.

At least, no matter how bad it is, let them avoid ending up in the same fate as themselves-

That is, they are put into a container full of the smell of feces and urine, and thrown into a piece of land that they have never heard of to rot and stink.

Parry is well aware that not everyone is as lucky as herself, not only did she get ashore safely, complete her change of mind, but also meet so many friendly people.

There were 99 teams of 10,000 people before him, and I don't know how many more were after him, all of them were pushed into the quagmire of greater or less.

The sound of a whistle in the distance pulled Parry's mind away from the memoir he had just begun to conceive, only to see a 100-meter-long passenger ship slowly approaching the dock.

The liner came from the west.

Parry didn't know what Ding Ning was going to show him, but he waited patiently in the square next to the dock.

After not waiting long, the gangway was lowered from the passenger ship, and one by one the dusty passengers stepped onto the port under the guidance of the crew.

Most of them are Willantes, and their iconic noses prove their identity.

Not only that, but they must have traveled a long way, carrying not only bulging luggage, but also a thick coat or leather jacket on their arms.

Evernight Harbor is in the Southern Hemisphere, and it should be summer now, so is it from Silvermoon Bay?

Or Westsail Harbor?

Not right-

Suddenly, Parry saw two familiar figures from the crowd, and the whole person was stunned.

Almost subconsciously, he blurted out a loud shout.

"Dad!? Mother! ”

Hearing the shouts coming from the other side, some of the passengers looked up, saw that it was an unfamiliar face, and looked away again.

But two people didn't.

Bazel, who walked down the gangway, froze in place, his eyes straight at his son standing in the harbor, and his cloudy pupils gradually filled with tears.

"Marshal Julius is on ......"

His dry lips opened and closed, and he trembled silently, then threw down his luggage, excitedly picked up the cane in his hand, and walked up with a quicker pace as he tapped forward.

The same was true of his wife, who was beside him, and the old woman followed the old man's pace, and even faster than him, and ran to her son, who ran towards him, and stretched out her hands to grasp his shoulders tightly, as if she were afraid that he would run away.

She chewed her lips and couldn't say a word, but it was as if she had said a lot of things in a flash.

Looking at her mother, who was many years older than she remembered, Parry suddenly felt the urge to cry.

He has lived for twenty years, and he has not shed a single tear since he can remember, and he is a little unbearable at the moment.

Breathless, Bazel finally walked up, supporting himself with his cane, and the corners of Le's mouth couldn't close.

"Haha...... You kid! I knew you were dead! Definitely can't die! ”

"What do you old thing say!" The elderly woman glared at her husband fiercely, then turned her soft gaze to her child, and reached out to touch his face, "The people of Tyre said that you were shipwrecked, and told us that you were in mourning, and your father and I didn't expect to see you again...... Anyway, it's okay......"

Looking at the two emaciated old men, Parry sniffed and choked up.

"Mom, Dad...... Let you be wronged. ”

The old woman smiled and said in a very soft voice.

"Your mother and your father have no grievances, we are all fine, but your father is not very lucky, he capsized when he was on the boat and fell into the sea, thanks to Captain Mallock who fished him up, but when he went ashore, he caught a cold, and his benefactor was also isolated."

Parry had seen reports of the cold on TV, which seemed to be called "Death Agent".

At first, the news said it was a virus for the Willantes, but it was later discovered that aliens could also be infected.

Even some of the Awakened are on fire.

"Daddy's okay......"

The woman said with a smile.

"This old man had even figured out where he would be buried, but thanks to the people from the Alliance's biological research institute and academy, your father has already survived."

Although no special drugs have been researched so far, as long as the treatment is timely and the immunity is strong enough, there is a certain chance of recovery.

At the age of 79, the elder Bazel can only be said to be blessed by Marshal Julius......

"Great......" Parry was so overjoyed that he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that his lost son not only did not lose a single hair, but even grew stronger, Bazel also had a smile of great relief on his face.

"How are you doing here? I heard you ......"

Met his father's gaze, Parry quickly explained.

"I'm doing well, the alliance didn't embarrass us, and gave us the job to build our own homes...... Although we were confined to the vicinity of the POW camps, they did not treat us very strictly. ”

Old Bazel looked at him in amazement occasionally, and then at the neat streets and rows of detached huts behind him, and asked incredulously.

"These ...... You built it? ”

Seeing his father's surprised expression, Parry's face couldn't help but show a touch of pride.

"Hmmm! Let's start with the road to the port, and the houses we built ourselves! ”

The woman's face was written with worry, and her index finger rubbed her son's face repeatedly, and she said distressedly.

"Then you must have suffered a lot...... All tanned. ”

"Hey, what's the hard work," Parry said with a smile, "It's the same work, at least the Alliance doesn't want our lives, and it may not be possible to work for Tyr......

Speaking of Tyr, he couldn't help but burst into flames in his heart, eager to cut that guy with a thousand knives.

Now, though, isn't the time to think about that guy.

Looking at his parents who had been reunited after a long absence, Parry took a deep breath and said in a sincere voice.

“…… Dad, Mom, don't talk about me yet, I'm worried about you to death these days, I'll take a leave of absence tomorrow to take you around here. ”

Worried about embarrassing his son, old Bazel hurriedly said.

"Don't bother, you're still busy, behave better in the prisoner of war camp, and try to come out early...... There are still long days ahead, and your mother and I are already planning to leave the province of Batoya, and we will stay here in the future. ”

Parry said with a smile.

"What's the trouble with this, I haven't used my vacation this month."

Bazel looked at him dumbfounded.

"You still have a holiday?!"

Is this still called a prisoner of war camp?!

Parry laughed and said, "Isn't that right...... By the way, do you have a place to live? I'll help you with your luggage first, and we'll talk slowly while we eat......"

It seems that the world has really changed.

Looking at his youngest son, who had subtly regarded himself as a member of the alliance, Bazel couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Maybe the future isn't as bad as he thinks.

Even if the Southern Legion is completely defeated, and the last orthodoxy of the Legion is lost in the hands of Tyr, the Willantes will not disappear from this world, at most they will change their normal way of life.

The moment he figured it out, he suddenly felt that the whole world was cheerful.

The regret of not being able to attend the funeral of Marshal Julius on the spot, as well as the displacement and hesitation along the way, all became insignificant at this moment.

This is his harbor......

(End of chapter)