It stands to reason that Winter, who grew up in the farmland, and Hayes, who struggled in the bottom nest, would never have any intersection throughout their lives, but this is the wonder of fate, or it can be called a miracle, and maybe it is not.
Unobtrusive, but still a miracle.
Also because of their similar age, Winter and Hayes quickly established a friendship. Hayes was very envious of Winter's complete family, even though he was not rich, because he probably would never be able to experience it in his whole life, spending time with his father under the scorching sun.
After farming, I returned to the cabin in the evening and saw my mother having prepared the meal and chatting about it.
And the joy of playing chess with my brothers and sisters before going to bed at night, blaming each other for regrets.
So Hayes hopes that he can help Winter return to his hometown alive as much as possible. It will be very painful for such a family to lose anyone, because they will grieve for the loss.
As for Hayes himself, he knew that except for the people in the class, Uncle Hashet and Xiao An, probably no one would be sad because of his death. Maybe if he was lucky enough to return to that chaotic and dark nest, then he should also
What can be done?
He heard from the battalion commander that the war may be over, which is a good thing. They are all still alive and are already stronger than 60% of the people. This is what he heard from Chief Ayi. It seems to be something
The death rate of recruits in the same batch as him has exceeded 60%.
"Ready to launch, one minute countdown."
A harsh metallic sound came through the hidden transmitter, and Hayes also heard the metallic friction sound of the assault ramp slowly closing.
As Hayes felt the vibrations from the assault boat's engine become stronger, the sound reappeared.
"Prepare to launch, thirty seconds countdown."
At this time, he noticed that Winter was tightly holding the Skyhawk pendant hanging around his neck.
"Don't worry, Winter."
Hayes looked at the man with a smile, trying to ease the recruit's anxiety, like a friend.
"When I first landed, Uncle Hashet said that what you need to worry about is not falling, because nothing will kill you until you hit the ground."
".Ten seconds countdown."
The metallic sound continued to count down, and Hayes and Winter prayed to the Emperor for a safe descent.
"May the Emperor bless you all."
A more human voice sounded as the engine ignited, and then Hayes found himself suddenly weightless.
They left the safety of the troopship.
"Bearing 17 degrees 15 minutes."
Amidst the roar of the engine, the hoarse navigation machine slave's parchment-thin tone was barely audible in the cockpit.
"A course correction of -04 degrees 09 minutes is recommended for optimal atmospheric entry, all other system readings are normal."
"examine."
The main pilot said solemnly, automatically pushing his control column forward to adjust.
"New bearing: 12 degrees 07 minutes, course correction confirmed."
"Correction confirmed."
The assistant pilot's slave's yellowed, dull eyes rolled in their sockets and rechecked its calculations.
"Enter the atmosphere after five seconds. Two, one, enter the atmosphere. All system readings are normal."
The brief bump quickly disappears.
"Look at that light."
The co-pilot chewed his gum, raised his eyes from his instruments for a fraction of a second, and saw from the observation port of the lander's nose that the spacecraft was surrounded by a bright red ring of fire.
"No matter how many planetary drops we do, I'm not used to it. It's like riding in a fireball. I have to thank the Emperor for being the first to build a heat shield."
"Heat shield readings are normal."
The machine slave made a noise, gears spinning in its throat, as it mistook the comment for a question.
"External temperatures are within allowed operating thresholds and all system readings are normal."
"That's because you've only been airborne a dozen times."
The main driver picked up the coffee pot and unscrewed the lid, took a small sip, and then tightened it again.
"Trust me, when you come back a dozen times, you won't even notice it. How's the signal from the landing beacon? I don't want to miss the landing point."
"The beacon signal reading is strong and clear. There are no hostile signals in the air scan. It looks like the sky is ours. Wait! The detector is reading some-"
"Warning! Warning!"
The machine slave interrupted all sounds.
"Unmarked small targets were found approaching quickly. They are suspected to be enemy anti-aircraft missiles. It is recommended to carry out evasive maneuvers. The trajectory of the first batch of missiles is 87 degrees 03 minutes. Warning! The second batch of missiles were found to be launched. The trajectory of the missiles -"
"Evasion action confirmed!"
The main pilot's voice became very nervous. As he spoke, he pushed the control column forward to push the lander into a dive state.
"Keep an eye on enemy trajectory and airspeed until further orders are given, deploy chaff!"
"The chaff was activated and the instrumentation to read the chaff was successfully deployed."
The co-pilot looked at a screen in front of him and his voice suddenly became hoarse.
"Wait a minute, the chaff blocked part of it, it seems like...throne! There are too many enemy missiles! They are conducting covering fire, and we didn't get any warning!"
"What do you mean? Well, if that's the case, we have nothing to worry about. If they fire blindly, then they may not have a chance of hitting us if they fire a thousand."
Even if you say this, you still have to hide if you should.
"Prepare for a hard landing!"
The main pilot said as he loudly ordered the lander to move forward and make a steeper dive, and from outside they could hear the explosion of the first missile.
"Servant: Release standard flaps and navigation safety protocols, I want full control! The landing point may be slightly offset!"
For Hayes, this experience was unlike any before.
He felt like he was really falling.
Nothing can slow or stop them.
Like a comet.
Falling down from the stars at will.
In the crew compartment, everyone was slammed back into their seats by the force of acceleration, and Hayes felt as if his stomach was being pushed up from his throat.
Around him he heard cries of mercy and whispered oaths, while the skin of his face was stretched so tight that he was sure it would be torn from his bones.
Then, far louder than any noise he had experienced before, there was the roar of another explosion and the subsequent sound of tearing metal.
With these sounds, the fall began, and he found himself being pushed down onto his seat with greater force.
Winter screamed.
"We're hit! We're hit! We're falling from the sky and we're going to die!"
"Wen, especially if you do this, you will scare other people, you have to——"
Hayes had just said a few words when he felt a nauseating tide of acid rise in his stomach, and the half-digested remains of his last meal spurted uncontrollably from his mouth, soaking the people sitting in front of him.
That unlucky brother.
But before the weightlessness could further torture his stomach, the whole world stopped spinning, and the assault boat made a bone-chilling crash and a terrifying scream, like the death knell of a mortally wounded beast finally struck.
ground.
The interior of the crew was plunged into darkness, and there was silence for a moment.