Chapter 119 The Most Shining Military Soul

Pressure, a dull feeling smoldered in my heart, as if a huge boulder was pressing on my chest, almost suffocating. More and more sentinels raised their guns, their index fingers on the trigger trembled slightly, and sweat spread along the lines of their palms.

"Don't... don't shoot." A sentry at the front shouted loudly, not knowing whether he said it to his companion behind him or to Tang Fang.

"My own people, my own people." Squinting and carefully looking at the power armor on Tang Fang and others, the sentinel's voice suddenly increased several decibels. A smile bloomed on his lips, adding a shimmer to the drowsy night.

Before, when he launched the general attack on the Sea Falcon Commando, he had the honor to see friendly soldiers wearing this type of power armor. It can be said unceremoniously, without them, everyone is afraid that they are still hiding in various bunkers to be turtles with their heads. .

A team of less than 40 people resolutely shouldered the main attack mission, and successfully tore apart the steel defense line of the Sea Falcon Commando, like a throat-sealing sword, plunged into the throat of the enemy.

They have completed almost impossible tasks, and each of them has the combat power of one against ten, or even against twenty or thirty. Every time we charge side by side with them, our comrades will burst out with boundless courage and boundless confidence. They were a guiding light on the battlefield, leading them to victory.

Almost every rebel soldier is proud to be able to fight side by side with them. If they are fortunate enough to see the same or even a number of sea falcon commandos in their wonderful duel, it is a kind of capital to brag in front of their comrades.

There is no doubt that after experiencing the Makanda counterattack, they have become idols in the hearts of the soldiers of the Northern Jiangsu Union Army. Even Stilwell, Schnette and others will also be able to be "Talos" and "Taloso". "Hand over a cigarette and make a joke or two as an honor.

This battle can win the final victory, can defeat the sea falcon commando, can successfully rescue the alliance command system, 99% is their credit.

"The Second Brigade and Third Company of the Northern Jiangsu Alliance Army, Croft Kirk, salute you." The young sentry put down his gun, stepped forward, and gave a very standard military salute to Tang Fang, who was coming from afar. Although he didn't know where these 100 people came from and what they did, it didn't prevent him from respecting them.

"Relax, relax, Sergeant Croft." Looking up at his epaulette, Tang Fang patted his shoulder vigorously: "The battle in the factory area is over?"

"Report sir, it's almost the end, your teammates are doing the final clearing work." Croft said respectfully.

"I told you to relax, don't be so nervous." Tang Fang patted him on the shoulder again: "Also, don't call me sir, just call me Tarosa."

"Yes... it's long... oh, no... Tarot..." Croft found that he couldn't pronounce the name Tarosa at all. The admiration and longing in his heart simply did not allow him to directly call his name.

Seeing this scene, Tang Fang couldn't help shaking his head: "I'll go first, tonight, have a good sleep, there should be no more wars."

After that, he bypassed Croft and walked towards the wall with 100 machine gunners behind him.

The rest of the sentries backed away to the sides one after another, saluting with excitement, admiration and gratitude, and watched them disappear at the entrance of the factory.

"Oh, Anderson, did you hear... Did you hear it, he told me his name. Tarossa, it's Tarossa..." Until Tang Fang led a group of machine gunners to disappear without a trace,

Croft just came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the teammates behind him, and said excitedly: "Leading a team of 100 people, he may have a higher rank than the two inside, captain? Captain? Oh, No, based on the strength of these soldiers, he should at least be a major, or even a lieutenant colonel. Such a young commander, but no air, so approachable. Oh god, if they can contact us What a heart-warming and proud thing it would be to fight against the goddamn government forces."

While Cruft was looking forward to a bright future with excitement, Tang Fang had already walked into the factory with 100 machine gunners accompanying him.

The battle is over, the smoke of gunpowder has not stopped, and many medical staff are busy looking for those companions who were affected by the explosion and covered in the rubble. As long as you are not disabled, you can still walk, and you still have some strength, even the wounded will join the search and rescue team.

Whether injured or dead, they have to dig out those companions from under the ruins. The wounded were sent to the hospital, and the deceased, closed their eyes, tidied up their appearance, gently moved to one side, and sent them off with a military salute and guns fired in unison.

The so-called comrades are people who can trust their ideals, thoughts, and even their lives. Perhaps, these deceased will smile under Jiuquan and say softly: "My way is not alone."

In Tang Yan's memory, the government army would never do such a time-wasting and energy-wasting ritual to ordinary soldiers. Only officers and nobles can have this kind of treatment.

farewell? Coffin? Tidy up? Don't be kidding, in the eyes of the imperial nobles, ordinary civilians do not need dignity, let alone a soldier who has already died.

In their opinion, the roar of the battleship and the flash of artillery fire are like a requiem. Why should there be any memorial ceremony? As a cold body without breathing and consciousness, who would care about them.

The dilapidated warships floating like space junk are their natural coffins. No ocean, no blue sky, no spring's bright and barren planets with birdsong and frogs chirping, is the perfect place to bury their bones. At the very least, under the vacuum, there is no need to worry about being spoiled by snakes and rats.

The government spokesman will tell the families of the fallen soldiers that they are all buried in space, and the "Celtic" glory will be with these martyrs who have dedicated their youth and lives to the empire, and then they will be given a set of military uniforms to the family members, There is also a dog tag engraved with the soldier's name, and comforted with low and powerful words: "This is the relic of your son (brother), please mourn and change, the empire is proud of XX."

But in fact? They may lie alone in a corner of the universe, they may be naked, their eyes may be wide, and they may not even be able to find a whole piece of meat. As for the so-called relics, the uniforms are brand new and finished from a quilt factory, and a careless government employee might get the size wrong, the soldier's number, or even stuff two pairs of pants into a relic box.

And those dog tags? Even more ridiculous, every time a space war ends, a certain jewelry factory will receive a large order, and then government employees will throw data cards with tens of thousands of names across the negotiating table and inform them in a very flat tone The person in charge of the jewelry factory, in order to make the effect more realistic, can sprinkle some blood on the finished product. As for whether it is dog blood, pig blood, or other blood, it is up to you to decide.

Compared with the approach of the government army, Tang Fang read the warmth of "home" in these uprising troops. Saying goodbye to comrades and burying comrades-in-arms, although this is a very sad and painful thing, but there is a warm current flowing in my chest. The hot tears shed by the soldiers of the insurgent army shone brighter than crystals and warmed the hearts of spirits.

Perhaps this is why they dared to fight even in the face of government troops several times their own, even in the face of the menacing imperial fleet.

They are not alone. They have tens of thousands of family members on the Liberty, which is pursuing ideals and hopes. This gave them courage, but also, the responsibility of men, the faith of warriors, and the fearlessness of revolutionaries with a smile on their faces.

Although the Union Army of Northern Jiangsu was just a motley army composed of miners, farmers, craftsmen, and even market thieves, they possessed something that the government army did not have, a soul!

Along the way, Tang Fang cast a respectful look at these soldiers, and he also gained a smile, gratitude, admiration, and trust like siblings.

"Tarosa."

Turning around a well-established factory area, I heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the front. Tang Fang looked up and saw that Grant, Monroe and Sam were hurriedly approaching him.

"Thank you." Without much words of gratitude, Grant stepped forward and hugged Tang Fang's bloated upper body, reaching out and patting him on the back.

Although he didn't show up in the previous battle for some unknown reason, Grant understood that, as their leader, without his nod and approval, how could those people come back to help the rebels.

This kindness, this kindness, even if Grant was shattered, it would be difficult to repay him.

"Brother Monroe, hurry up, look at that..." Little Sam's mouth was already open in an O shape, and he looked at the hundred machine gunners behind Tang Fang with a dull expression.

When the two sides parted ways in the Blue Lake area, the total number of soldiers in power armor was less than 20. Now, in addition to the 36 elite soldiers led by Aros and Hausen, there are actually 100 more soldiers.

The 36 people alone can withstand the fire on the sea surface and tear open the entire line of defense of the Sea Falcon Commando. If you add the 100 people in front of you, the combat effectiveness of this 139-person team can only be imagined. Thinking about it makes me shudder.

Grant let go of Tang Fang, and also looked at the 100-man army behind him, he couldn't help swallowing, and hesitantly said, "He...they..."