Chapter 136 Claire

When Tang Fang returned to the radar control center, the horizon had already been coated with a layer of bright red, and the fortifications piled up by destroyed vehicles and mechanical equipment had been cleared aside. The taxi runway not far away was full of rebel soldiers who died in this battle.

They were lying on stretchers covered with clean white cloth, their blood-stained faces had been wiped clean by their companions, their arms drooping weakly were folded together and laid flat on their chests, looking from afar, they looked like Asleep.

Little Sam and his brother lay quietly between them, the sunset cast a soothing and silky light on his face, like a child in a flawless dream.

Tang Fang couldn't help but clenched his hands. When will this haze-covered sky recover its boundless azure blue, and when will this human tragedy full of tears and blood come to an end.

"Thank you..." A special service soldier hurried past him, but when he saw Tang Fang, he suddenly stopped, raised his right hand, performed a standard military salute, and then continued to move towards the distance go.

"Thank you." This time it was Tang Fang, his voice was so low that only he could hear it. In these people, he saw what is ideal, what is trust, what is sacrifice, what is comradery, what is brotherhood.

These people may have such and such small problems and flaws, but when they take up their guns and fight for their vows and a hopeful future, the light behind them is always so dazzling. In this group of people, he saw the flash of humanity, just like the saying, only in the darkest age can there be the most shining heroes.

Because of the end of the battle, the wounded in the control center hall had been carried to a proper place for placement. When Tang Fang entered the room, a female officer caught his attention.

It was a young woman of Nordic descent, about 24 or 5 years old, with a height of 1.74, and blonde hair behind her head. Tightly form a flower bud. On the fair and well-proportioned face, there are a pair of deep and beautiful eyes, with a crystal-like luster, and further down, there is a straight and upturned nose. Exquisite and delicate, moist as crisp.

There is also that small curved mouth, like a lotus coming out of water, adding a gentle charm to her whole person. There is no doubt that this is a beautiful woman, as beautiful as the graceful and subtle moon under the night sky.

If she could smile, she would surely fascinate countless men. If she was wearing a plain skirt, she must be a delicate and beautiful woman who looks forward to shining.

It's a pity that she didn't smile, on the contrary. The expression is very cold, as cold as a mountain spring in midwinter, distant and icy cold. She was also wearing a bulging camouflage military uniform and a tactical vest, on which blood was splashed and pooled into groups of stains. But I don't know whether it belongs to the enemy or my own.

The piercing eyes seem to be ready to take the sharp blade of the enemy's head at any moment,

The serious and cold face reminds us of a capped ice peak.

Cold and steady, thick as a mountain, this is by no means the temperament that a girl with a gentle and soft face like a crescent moon should possess.

When Tang Fang was observing the young girl, the other party also noticed his arrival, after sweeping the power armor on his body. Unknowingly, he was taken aback for a moment, and the sharp eyes like blades softened a little.

At this time, a black female officer beside her stepped forward and said to Tang Fang, "This is the captain of our special service team, Captain Claire Lockhart."

"Lieutenant, this is the commander of the friendly army who came with Lieutenant Colonel Nehemiah. Tarossa."

"Hello." The two greeted each other and nodded.

Claire still had that cold expression, neither sad nor happy, with a serious face. This made Tang Fang very strange. Could she not laugh? It was still born with this icy and cold look. But think about her becoming a captain at such an age. The image of the iceberg beauty is also in line with her identity as the captain of the special service team.

When he came with Nehemiah and others just now, she wasn't in the radar control center. Tang Fang didn't have much impression of her. Since she was as cold as an old popsicle, he didn't bother to put on a hot face to stick it.

After the two greeted each other, he walked aside to browse the topographic map near the air force base, intending to find a shortcut to the Drosnil Naval Port. The black female officer who introduced the two just now seemed to have sensed that there was something strange in the atmosphere in the hall. She couldn't help approaching Tang Fang and introduced herself with a smile: "Iyeta Hopkins."

Tang Fang stopped what he was doing and nodded slightly: "Tarossa Kraub."

The female officer nodded and smiled, revealing a row of sharp teeth, neat and orderly, like bricks. "Thank you... here, the Macanda Armory, and what happened in the small town of Blanca."

"You're welcome, I just did what I thought was right." Tang Fang smiled.

"Please don't take what happened just now, Captain is not what you think, it's just..."

Tang Fang smiled slightly, shook his head, and interrupted her: "Don't worry, I'm not so narrow-minded. The reason why I came here to fiddle with the topographic map is just to find a shortcut to the Drosnil military port. Nothing to do."

"Oh, that's good." Iyeta showed a relieved smile. It can be seen that she is very loyal to Claire, and she is afraid that because of this incident, the relationship between the two parties will be messed up.

"Captain, Captain...Captain Claire..." At this moment, a muffled voice came from outside the door, and Benedict Gerald, the lieutenant and deputy company commander of the secret service team, stepped into the hall and came straight In front of Claire, he asked in an extremely low and depressed voice, "What should they do?"

"Huh?" Claire looked up and swept outside the door. Fifty or so rioting miners were carrying a stretcher, standing at the door with a gloomy expression. All of them were people who had been lethally irradiated by neutron beams. The dose ranged from 1sv- 6sv vary. Although they survived by chance on the battlefield, in the days to come, they will endure huge inhuman torture, and then die slowly with pain and regret.

Everyone present fell silent, and the depressive atmosphere was like a storm, sweeping through the most vulnerable corners of everyone's hearts. Watching their companions suffer and die in the end, that feeling of helplessness, that feeling of being cut apart No one can bear the pain in the heart.

Some people had tears in their eyes, some turned their heads away, not wanting others to see their weakness, and more people clenched their fists tightly, with hatred in their eyes.

Iyeta stood up slowly, her body trembling slightly due to excitement, she walked outside, and looked at one stretcher after another. Some companions were humming in pain, some were pale and clenched their teeth, and some were ashen, with empty eyes like dead people.

Before neutron radiation took away their lives, they first took away their hope of life, leaving only the dead tormented.

Iyeta didn't speak, but just read the names of those people softly. Among them were teammates from the special service team, and some riot miners who had just met for a day, some colleagues who were familiar enough to make vulgar jokes at will, and some who hadn't even met new partner.

There were people all around, all acquaintances, friends, and even brothers of these victims, their faces were full of sadness and despair. Most of them wet their eyes with tears, tightly clutching the hands of the injured, for fear that if they let go, the people they are most familiar with will lose their warmth, become as cold as frost, and sink into the bottomless darkness .

Claire walked out of the room, her military boots stepped on the ground, and there were muffled, muffled sounds.

Iyeta stepped aside, and everyone looked up at her, waiting for her order.