But Kenta is a little anxious. He has just joined the army less than a year ago, and he has to wait for another four years. By then, won’t all these lands have been robbed by federal residents?
"Oh, what a wonderful piece of land." Kenta moved his numb body slightly on the tree branch, took out a piece of chocolate from his coat pocket, peeled off the wrapping paper, took a small bite, and tasted it.
This sweet and greasy feeling reminds me of my son.
Before boarding the ship and setting off, all foreign soldiers would write a letter to their families, and then transport the items that need to be given to their families back to Japan via the Navy's transport ship. Kenta's package contained 3 sets that he saved.
A military uniform and a pair of military boots, which were for my old father. There were also 2 bags of candy and 5 pieces of chocolate.
Kenta bought the gram for his son, but what makes Kenta very depressed is that he has no money to buy anything else for his wife. All his monthly allowance is sent home, leaving only one dollar for himself.
He doesn't smoke, drink, or look for women. The army is responsible for food, clothing, housing, and medical treatment. It's useless to keep any money.
Kenta also asked a Japanese fellow in the platoon who could write to write a letter to his family. He wrote about the Australian land and specifically stated that if he died on the front line, he would ask his father to apply for it as soon as possible.
When it comes to land reclamation in Australia, although my father and wife alone may not be able to take care of such a large area of land without their own help, my father and wife are both capable people. If they can't plant big land, they can't win a small piece of land. As long as they are willing to plant,
One field is opened every year, and it is finished in a few years.
In fact, the land here is not bad. The land is very fertile. It is not dry at all. There are weeds and woods everywhere, and there are many rivers. If the South China Sea Federation can win, will the same land be distributed here? And there is no
Like in Australia, I heard the company commander say that there is no winter there, only the rainy season and the dry season. Here there are four distinct seasons. It is already autumn, and it is still a bit cold at night. Kenta moved his feet on the tree branches again. Focusing on
They concentrated on the ground beneath their feet.
"Can this war be won? I heard that the Americans are much more powerful than the Australian." However, Kenta is not optimistic about the Americans because he used weapons supported by the Americans when he was in the Kumamoto Division, except for those big trucks.
Apart from being pretty good, Kenta hasn't seen any weapons that are better than the weapons of the South China Sea Federation.
Take this thing called a sniper rifle in my hand as an example. Although this kind of gun is only issued to soldiers with relatively accurate marksmanship. Generally, there are only 1 or 2 in a squad. But this gun is very powerful. Kenta once
He used it to hit a steel helmet with all three rounds at a distance of 800 meters, so the squad specifically allowed him to use this gun.
He looked at his watch. It was already 1:30 in the morning. If he stayed up for another 3 hours, he could change his guard. Today it was Kenta's turn to serve as a secret sentry. This place was still 30 kilometers away from his battalion's defense line, and there was a large area in front of him.
The mountains are high. Except for a hidden sentry in a semi-underground bunker outside the woods, there are no federal troops within a few kilometers of the surrounding area. Originally healthy
Taiya should be with his companions at that secret sentry point, but Kenta has become very superstitious about these tall trees since the night of the Kumamoto Division's disastrous defeat. Every time it was his turn to be a secret sentry, he would find one.
Climb up a relatively thick tree, and then use a rope to fix yourself to a relatively straight branch, so that you can observe further and be safer.
In fact, Kenta never thought that enemies would come here. In the past few days, it was said that a war had started more than a hundred kilometers east. During the day, a series of transport convoys on the road behind his camp were constantly transporting to the front line.
"Medicine", and then transported all the wounded on the front line back to Seattle. But Kenta never saw an enemy. The only time he saw two of his own planes chasing an enemy plane passing overhead was.[
"Why is it windy? Well... there is no wind." Suddenly, Kenta felt a danger signal, and there were some subtle sounds coming from the woods. He originally thought it was the rustling of leaves in the wind, but he
He didn't feel the presence of wind on the branches. He also looked at the leaves beside him, but they didn't move at all.
"Is it a beast?" Kenta used the slowest and quietest way to pick up the sniper rifle hanging on the branch next to him, then opened the protective cover of the scope, slowly picked up the gun, and put his eyes to the scope.
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"...! #￥￥..." Kenta used the moonlight to slowly scan the clearing in the forest with his scope. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly stopped turning.
, and then finely adjusted the scope left and right, aimed at a place and looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly lay down on a thick branch.
At this time, Kenta was covered in cold sweat. Just now through the scope, he saw many people walking quietly in the woods. Although it was dark, he couldn't see how many people there were, and he couldn't tell who they were.
But Kenta was very, very sure that it was definitely not one of his own, because there were wires in the bunker, and if his own troops passed through, the people in the bunker would definitely be notified.
Thinking of the bunker, Kenta mustered up the courage to turn sideways, picked up the rifle, and used the scope to scan the grass behind the branches. An inconspicuous little dirt bag more than 200 meters away was where his companions were hiding. But the first thing that caught his eye was
What Kenta sees is not the two rocks on the bunker, but several bodies walking around.
There were no trees blocking the grass. Kenta lowered the magnification of the scope and expanded the observation range. Through the moonlight in the sky, he could see more and more figures appearing on the grass. They were all tied with many weapons.
Grass, even on the helmets. Kenta immediately understood that 99% of these people were the US military. They used camouflage during the day to avoid the search of federal reconnaissance planes, and then used the cover of night to plan a sneak attack close to the northern defense line.
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Now Kenta suddenly felt that he had returned to that night when he was still in the Kumamoto Division. At that time, he also hid on a big tree branch and used the branches to block his already thin body, so he escaped the federal army's attack.
Search. It’s no different now than then, as long as you
Obediently and silently, after these people pass by, their lives will still be saved. As for the northern defense line, they can only rely on themselves. In another hour, the night patrol should
If they set off, they might be able to detect these American troops who are attacking us.
Yes, just do it! Kenta slowly retracted his body, held the rifle in his arms, and lay flat on the branch of the tree, listening to the sounds of people walking under the tree. Time passed like this minute by minute, Kenta
It felt like an hour had passed, but people were still passing by under the tree, and it was still quiet in the north.
No!!! Suddenly Kenta thought of a very important question, that is why he became a soldier. He did not become a soldier to defend the country, nor did he become a soldier to earn wages, he did it for his son.
Those who come to serve as soldiers in the future. If these U.S. troops pass through their own defense areas and
If you don't sound the alarm, then even if you survive, you will definitely not be able to return to the army. These Americans may spare you and throw you into a prisoner of war camp to work as a coolie, but what about your son and what about the Australian land?
What to do? Will Americans give land to their sons? Absolutely not.
This is when Kenta feels that time is passing too fast again. He is very afraid that gunshots are coming from the north, which means that he has neglected his duty. Not only is his life at risk, but his son's future is also lost. This is
A very loss-making business, costing one's life in vain and not getting any benefits.
Although Kenta was not very smart, he was very aware of his situation at this time. If he wanted to get the land, he would have to risk his life. However, he comforted himself. If he did not risk his life, he would have to wait until he served for 4 years.
Immigrate the whole family to the Commonwealth, then said
Maybe all the land will be divided. If he dies in battle now, it might still be considered a meritorious service. Then the father and his wife can take their son to Australia to divide the land. This should be the best result. He should be grateful.
These American soldiers under the tree.(To be continued...)
