Schill, Keha Point.

"Headquarters, this is the 17th separate company, please reply if you receive it."

"We have been attacked by the Tadarin Rapid Reaction Force, and the remnants of the forces are gathering at Keha Point to defend and request reinforcements. Complete. ”

"Without any support, we could be wiped out."

“…… Headquarters, please reply if you receive it. ”

"Repeat, Command, here is the 17 separate company ......"

Despite knowing that it was useless, the technical sergeant faithfully reported to the command on a regular basis through the company's communications equipment, as ordered by Douglas.

After being promoted, Ral returned to the two squads of the B platoon for a brief reorganization, reassigning the squad leader of the 76th platoon, and Nelson also assigning a squad leader to the 14th squad, and then reorganized the rest of the B platoon and informed them of the current situation.

None of you here are stupid, and you have more or less guessed before that. After learning that the news was confirmed, many people began to make final preparations for themselves according to the custom.

The Imperial Marines have many traditions, which have existed since the days of the Old Union and have been passed down to the present, and some retired veterans have even brought some of the traditions to the pirate regiment after joining the pirate regiment, and there is also a wide inheritance among the pirate mercenaries in Koplou.

One such tradition is the so-called "burial at sea". Officially, the so-called "burial at sea" is to throw the bodies of the dead into space and leave them adrift. In many cases, the dead cannot even find the body, and can only find some items that can represent the deceased, such as dog tags, photos, uniforms, etc., and throw them into space. The more advanced sea burial is to shoot the corpse in a missile without a warhead, and when the fuel runs out, the missile with the remains or belongings of the deceased will drift permanently in space. The sea burial of ordinary marines is not so complicated, and it is basically directly packed in a large container and thrown out of the cargo hold.

But in reality, many times they don't even get such treatment, and countless Marines go missing every year because of the war, many of them are just abandoned by the fleet on the disputed planet to die—just like the situation of Ral, they are now in the same situation—and finally directly buried at sea in the name of being missing for too long and condemned to death, and the last trace of the world is erased.

Many Marines were quite unhappy with this, and a culture spread among the Marines as a result. When the Marines decide that they have been abandoned, they will try to leave traces of their time in this world before their final moments come.

This ethos has not been curbed and has gradually become a tradition of the Marine Corps. They tried to leave their mark on this universe in various ways, and most of them were only submerged among the stars, and there were indeed a few lucky ones whose footprints were discovered, so that the real cause of death was discovered.

For the low-level soldiers and officers like Ral, they just left one last thought for themselves, hoping that one day someone would find them and preserve the last bit of evidence of their existence in the zone. And because of this, there is a civil organization within the empire that has been working to collect these "evidence" called "sea burials" by the marines, and even opened a museum on Terrador Nine to store the relics of these imperial soldiers' "sea burials".

After talking to the rest of the platoon, it was almost time for the shift change. The men of platoon A have been sticking to their positions, and after their men came, they rested for half an hour and then regained some combat effectiveness, so they could replace the men of platoon A and let them rest well.

After the handover, Ral walked into the trench with the men of Platoon A and took over the defensive position. In fact, there were no other fortifications, just a simple digging of trenches and the erection of two large-caliber machine guns of the machine gun squad. Usually one machine gun squad is on duty, and the other is resting so that the machine gunner is in control of one machine gun at all times.

There is not much difference between Keha Point and Yumayan Point, and the wilderness of Xiel is always full of yellow sand and endless wasteland, and the occasional view of a few sand dunes is considered a good view.

"Ban...... Platoon commander, are you ready to leave something behind? "He was still four-eyed, and he was promoted back to the squad leader of the 76th class by Lal. He was lying on his stomach in the trench looking out over the endless Heath of Schill.

“…… Not yet, I'm still thinking. What about you? ”

"I've thought of something I've thought of a long time ago." Four Eyes took out a certificate from the storage box on his shoulder, then gently patted off the yellow sand brought by Schill's wind, and handed it to Ral, "My college diploma." Platoon commander, you're going to have to take it. ”

Ral cautiously took the certificate, and with his thick fingers in his power armor, he clumsily flipped through a page with a photo of the Four Eyes and some detailed information, as well as a large Imperial College London stamp, a double major certification in extraterrestrial biology and astral sociology.

"You should still be the only one in the company with the highest education, right?"

"I guess old Stephen should theoretically be taller than me, but he bought his graduate degree. Strictly speaking, it is not his own cultivation, and it should still be my highest education. ”

"It's a pity that you're majoring, if you learn to mechanic, maybe you can repair tanks on the ship now."

"Forget the platoon commander, I don't agree with the mechanic, and I can hit my feet with a screw." Four Eyes hurriedly waved his hand.

"Are you only going to keep this one?"

"Well, there's nothing else left for me. The only pity is that my parents may not be able to wait for their son to go back in this life. Four-Eyes sighed.

Ral closed the certificate and slapped Four-Eye's chest: "Then you are a bit like a talisman in the movie." ”

"Honestly, I wish this thing would make me disappear into the wasteland as soon as possible." Four-Eyes sneered, took the certificate, patted off the yellow sand on it again, and put the certificate back in the box, "Maybe, this thing will keep my six-year military service over, and then let me go back to Keha and work hard." ”

Ral was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.

"Platoon commander, it's not that I'm cursing you, but to be honest, it's better for you to prepare one as soon as possible. The brothers all know that we basically don't sing anymore. Going to the base in Morbius without support is a dead end, and Tadarin has a hundred ways to kill us......"

"I know." He interrupted Four Eyes' words, "I'm just...... I didn't think about what I was going to leave behind. ”

Or ...... To whom to leave ......"